#hmm i love me toxic dynamic pairings

[ellitx]

Entrapment | Alastor x Reader

Okay, hear me out. Alastor being a darling husband he is with his darling wifey is cute and all, but what about a darling wanting to escape from Alastor himself?

word count: 2.3k

warnings: alastor is enough to be a warning already, depictions of blood and gore, toxic and unhealthy dynamic

When you were still alive, he always had his eyes on you and controlled you like his little puppet. You hated it, you hated being commanded and controlled for every little thing you did and if you even dared run away from him, he’d always manage to find you. You hate every atomic part of his existence so much that you’d be willing to kill yourself just so you could escape and get that taste of freedom.

But you can’t and he won’t let you.

Alastor would never allow the tip of the knife nor even a simple piece of office equipment reach your hands. And if someone has the audacity to touch his play toy, it’s time to say goodbye.

You know he’s a malicious murderer, and he knows that you know about it. If you’re feeling brave enough to tell it to the police then go ahead, because by the time you report this to them and leave the station, the next day you find yourself throwing up yesterday’s dinner upon hearing the cops were all dead.

No one will ever believe you that the infamous radio host of your city is a murderer. For a puny citizen like you, what power do you hold to convince everyone? They’ll laugh it off and say you’re crazy.

But it’s crazier how they are all deceived by the facade he puts on. His knife plunged into the chest of your coworker, their blood spluttering on his cheek.

Alastor’s wide smile was strained and wicked, the image of the blood dripping from your head and lips when he entered the broadcasting booth was as clear as his collection of polished knives.

The audacity to lay a hand on you and push you down the stairs. Do they have the right to push you off? Of course not! He’s the only one who could torment you until you break!

He’s the only one who could tarnish your being and leave a wounded mark on your soul and heart, a reminder for you there’s no one but himself who could make you so powerless and helpless.

Do they have the right to make you so confused? To put all the blame on you, as if you were the worst person in the world? To try their best to tear you apart piece by piece? Because, after all, it’s always the fault of someone else, right? The audacity to hurt you more than any human has ever hurt another human being before… The nerve to be sure you will never find true happiness again because you're now scarred for life.

He thrust the blade again, the rains of scarlet droplets continued to pour until his face and glasses were doused.

But he didn’t let it hinder him from making sure they were as good as dead. He lifted his head and took a glimpse at the sky above. It was gloomy, gray, and dark. Not much sunshine.

Alastor smiled, stabbing the knife at the corpse's chest before wiping off his glasses with his clean napkin. Then an idea clicked onto him.

It's the perfect time to give you a little visit.

He laughed under his breath and stood up straight.

He knew his outfit was not in good condition, but oh well... Perhaps, he’d instead leave a gift for you on your porch. Oh, how he wished he could make an unexpected appearance, just to witness the shock and horror on your face as Alastor comes to the hospital drenched in a coat of glistening crimson.

The anticipation of your reaction fueled his excitement, the more he thought about it, the bigger his grin became. If this would truly happen, it will surely be a sight to behold.

Still fragile from your time in the hospital, you stepped through the threshold of your home.

You missed the sight of its familiar structure, the only space you feel safe and protected, away from Alastor and your colleagues.

A sense of relief washed over you. The familiar sights and comforting aura of your own space enveloped you like a warm embrace. But something was different, something unexpected awaited you.

There on the polished surface of your entryway sat an elegantly wrapped box, its rich paper adorned with intricate patterns and tied with a luxurious ribbon. Your fingers traced the smooth edges of the packaging and you checked for any signs who sent it. Alas, no name was found.

Who could have left this for you? And why now, upon your return from the hospital?

You had a bad feeling about it.

As you carefully untied the ribbon and peeled back the layers of paper, you stared wide-eyed at the contents hidden within.

Severed limbs, skin deathly pale and stiff.

Your stomach turned violently and you threw the box away from you, the gift spilling across the floor.

"Oh god, oh my god, what the fuck?!"

You were shaking. What was this? Was this a threat? A sick joke? Your heart thudded heavily in your chest, each beat pounding like thunder. You took a step back and stumbled, falling hard to the floor.

It didn't stop there.

Wounds inflicted on every part of your body, the scars on you began to open, rendering the healing done by doctors and nurses useless.

Wounds made by knives, claws, scissors, guns. Every imaginable instrument of torture. You cried out loud. Your voice pierced the quiet of the night, disturbing the tranquility of the neighborhood.

It was a perpetual and horrid nightmare. Just closing your eyes for even a millisecond, the image of his wide creepy smile flashed before you. You could hear his dark cackles, enjoying the sight of your vulnerable form as he tormented you in and out of your work.

“Run as far as you want, dear. In the end, I’ll always be ahead of you.”

The worst part was not knowing when he would strike next. He could appear anywhere at any time.

And it was all because of his sick game.

You didn't know what to do anymore. How long did you have to keep running from him? How many more days did you have to hide from the world? You were so tired of this, tired of having to live in fear of the monster that hunted you.

But God had finally heard your pleas and granted the wish you’ve been wanting for so long. So when the news came to you that the notorious radio host was dead, relief and happiness flooded every vein in your body.

You rejoiced, celebrating the death of the one who had terrorized you for a long time.

The nightmare was finally over.

The radio station was sullen by the news of their popular host, but you didn’t care. Your work became more efficient. You didn’t feel the need to be so wary and anxious by every move you made in the station. You have finally gained your freedom and the chain that was tied to him has shattered.

This was the best thing you could ever ask for.

Even on your deathbed, it was the best dream. Years without Alastor torturing and tormenting you was bliss. A man’s greatest wealth of freedom.

But then, the dream quickly turned into a nightmare, for it was never over. The demon who you thought was dead rose once again. It was only then you realized that he was never human in the first place. He was a monster.

And now, it was you who were caught in his web.

"My, what a wonderful reunion. Did you miss me, darling?”

The demon before you was mysterious.

Unfamiliar.

But his aura and voice screamed for you, the alarms in your body ringing, to run away from him as far as you possibly can.

The wide smile plastered on his face was all too familiar. Too familiar to be hated in the living and the dead. You’d be a fool if you didn’t recognize it.

You knew who he was. You just kept on denying what was the truth, brushing all the facts laid before you beneath the rag, and keeping your pretty little head away from the politics of Hell.

A demon who is powerful, dangerous, and cruel.

A demon who was feared by the other demons in Hell. A demon who is not to be messed with.

Alastor. The Radio Demon.

It was a miracle, or rather a curse, that you were brought back to life. But now you are a prisoner to this Hell. Trapped inside an inescapable cage with a dangerous beast, you could only hope that your second death would come quickly and peacefully.

But it seemed that fate was not on your side, and Alastor was the ever cruel demon. He did not scar you easily and instead prolonged your suffering, making your life a living torture.

Beads of sweat rolled from your temple. Your hands began to tremble and you felt yourself slowly succumbing to your fear. You had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.

You were cornered, trapped.

Alastor had you where he wanted.

You watched him closely, eyes locked on him and every single movement. If he did something, you would see it.

"Are you frightened, dear?" he asked. His eyes met yours and he smiled. "There is no need to be afraid."

"Stay back! Don't touch me!" you shouted at him. The corners of his lips curled up, his smile turning sinister.

"Now, now, let's not act too hastily."

His gloved hand reached out and caressed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. His red eyes bore into your soul, burning with hunger.

You couldn't bear to look at him. You didn't want him touching you.

"Don't," you whimpered.

"Don't be afraid. You have no reason to be afraid."

Rivers of tears streamed down your cheeks as the fear overwhelmed you. You didn't want him touching you. This man... He was the same one who hurt you, who ruined you.

"Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you here?"

The smile on his face grew wider.

"Do I need a reason? It’s obvious why we’re here," he replied, cocking his head to the side, eyes piercing through your eyes and consuming every little bit of your reactions in his head.

You gulped and stepped back, trying to create some distance between you and him.

"What are you going to do with me?"

He chuckled. "What a silly question! Would a little reacquaintance hurt?"

Reacquaintance? He was talking like this was a casual meeting. Like you were old friends reuniting. But this was the man who hurt you.

"What's the meaning of this?” You sobbed, shaking your head.

Alastor laughed loudly, his grin never faltering, and it makes you sick he finds everything amusing. An entertainment for his delight.

"You never fail to amuse me, dear. Aren’t you the one who killed me?” His antlers grew, his pupils changed to radio dials and his shadow stretched out of him, becoming more demonic in appearance.

You trembled. Your heart beat faster, your legs felt weak, and your mouth was dry.

"I... I…."

He stepped closer, and you stepped back.

Nothing came out of your lips. The words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat. You didn't want to look him in the eyes but his gaze held your chin up high, forcing you to face him. He smiled, and his eyes turned back to normal.

The knees that kept you upright gave in, unable to stabilize you any longer as your body slumped onto the rough pavement.

"Oh, darling," he sighed, the radio static in his voice disappeared as he crouched down. 

Your gaze remained fixed on the ground, avoiding any chance encounter with Alastor's piercing stare. Instead, your eyes trailed to his cane, a silent witness to the tense atmosphere between you.

You dared not meet those fiery red optics that seemed to delve into the depths of your very being, dissecting every nuance of your expression. Fingers clenched tightly, you seek some form of solace in the texture of the barren earth beneath you, as though it could take you amidst the storm brewing within.

Alastor took your chin between his fingers and delighted your vulnerable form. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy and cheeks stained with tears.

"Fate has intertwined us together, dear. Run from me, I’ll always find you."

You didn't know what was more cruel—being brought to hell when you only wished for peace or being toyed around with him after death.

The nightmare you once thought had finally ceased returned to resume its cycle in the afterlife.

"I'll never get away from you..." You said, voice low and wavering. All hope was lost and so was your faith to continue living in this fiery pit of Hell.

"That's right. Good girl," He patted your head, taking a few strands of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. You fought the impulse to recoil, suppressing the urge to swat his hand away. 

The consequence of such defiance weighed heavily on your mind; after all, provoking one of hell's overlords was a gamble you weren't willing to take. So you held your ground, masking your inner turmoil beneath a facade of obedience, unsure of what consequences awaited should you dare to challenge the infernal authority before you.

In the dim light, his hand tenderly brushed away the tear tracing its path down your cheek. But as your eyes met his, a glint of something primal flickered in the darkness, casting an eerie glow upon his sharp, yellowed teeth.

Upon the moonlight, his crimson irises blazed like embers, drawing you into their hypnotic depths with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"But fear not, darling. I can promise you a good time. And now that I found you again, we can pick up from where we left off. It will be just like old times."

[haechanhues]

Is This Goodbye?

pairing : brother’s best friend!hyunjin x fem!reader (mentions of other members x reader) 

genre : smut. angst. 

warnings : switch!reader + switch!hyunjin dynamics (mostly dom!hyunjin). food play. dirty talk - my guy is a talker. heavy degradation and name calling. orgasm denial. fingering. messy foreplay (you’ll get it). VERY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP - they literally try to hurt each other emotionally. more to the story that isn’t explored. a lot of mocking. probably terrible writing like listen, love...thank you if you’re reading this. 

summary : he’s your brother’s best friend but he knows just as much as you do that that’s not all he is to you. // where your history is the reason you won’t work out. 

word count : 6.4k

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dedication : to my cousin who has been trying to get me to finish this….I finally did it! aren’t you proud? but i know i was going to get you to beta this but i can’t, i physically can’t anymore so i’ll send you the link later. 

playlist : in the stars - benson boone / ex i never had - lany / like crazy - jimin / here’s your perfect - jamie miller  

From the moment Hyunjin walks into your life again, you knew that life wants to fuck you over. Clearly. 

You find him in the kitchen, laughing with your brother and the rest of his friends. The centre of attention. His inquisitive eyes dart towards your face through his eyelashes, his lips slowly pulling into that knowing half smirk full of trouble and charm. Looking like he dabbled in the work of being the muse of a lovestruck goddess. 

Your appreciative gaze across his figure burns him like melted candle wax. You’ve always been pretty. So pretty that he looks for you in others. Only to be disappointed that none of them are on par with you. 

Initially, you were unattainable and then you weren’t. Since then, the line between the two is something you toy with religiously. So he burns. First to figure out what your deal is. Second for answers he’ll have to pull from your throat. Third because he would burn forever for you if that’s what you believed love was. 

You startle as the group turns and your stare flit across the familiar faces that are the leading forces of your apocalypse. Hyunjin’s stare turns knife-like, cutting into you deeply as each of them pass you, withdrawing different emotions from your chest. 

But when your eyes linger on Minho, who dawdles past you looking like he needed to say something before spotting Hyunjin and deciding it’s best not to. Hyunjin’s insides turn into knots, twisting and twisting until every negative sensation makes up his entire personality. Minho was your first boyfriend, before Hyunjin....before everyone. Although Minho is friends with him now, the memory remains a hard pill to swallow. 

Hyunjin remains where he is, looking past you to the wall as you reach inside the freezer to pull out two ice creams. 

“Want one?” You ask, your voice all soft and weirdly vulnerable, hand outstretched towards him, eyes big. 

“Hmm,” He makes a non-committed shrug, his eyes dipping to the icecream in your hand before lifting to your lips. A small smirk graces your face as you shrug back playfully and you place one of the ice-creams back. Hyunjin’s own expression softens. 

So pretty. 

You’re so pretty. 

“Baby learned how to play,” Hyunjin comments sarcastically, bringing attention to the corner of your mouth with his finger. His body shifts so that your back is against the counter and his figure leans over you. You roll your eyes and Hyunjin’s momentary silence lingers, making the hairs on your skin rise with every second. As a distraction, you bring your ice cream to your mouth, smacking your lips happily and eyes lolling everywhere but him. 

Hyunjin can feel something akin to frustration bubbling in his blood at your faux disinterest and snatches at your chin, dragging your attention back to him. His eyes hard enough to break through skin. 

Because he likes the pain, his mouth meets yours first. He tastes the sweetness of your ice cream and the faint scent of your perfume. With a mind of their own, your hands fall to grip at the bottom of his shirt, your ice cream dragging messily underneath his shirt as you pull him closer into your body and tilt your head to meet the plushness of his lips. 

It’s almost ferocious how good it feels to be kissed by him. Like you were made for each other. Like you had all the time to be together and it still wasn’t enough. Too good. Too toxic. A juxtaposition. 

That’s what the both of you were. 

A juxtaposition of good and bad. 

A juxtaposition of not okay and more than okay. 

Something inside Hyunjin’s breaks at the way your kiss softens and your free hand finds his hair, twirling at the strands. His kiss, however, remains unyielding against yours. Desperate. Your mouth opens obediently and your whole body melts against his dominance. 

“Still in love with Minho, Y/N?” Hyunjin pulls away briefly, scrutinising your futile attempts at chasing after his lips. 

“Why does it matter?” 

Hyunjin growls as lifts you above the counter, opening your jean clad legs enough for him to slip in between them. HIs palm presses against your sex firmly, holding it in place. Your eyes falter at the contact and Hyunjin’s mouth is at the shell of your ear, leaving you hot and bothered, and hisses “It matters... because it determines whether you cum in your jeans or cum on my cock.” 

“Cock,” You order, impatient, hips already seeking his touch. 

The man laughs sarcastically as he reminds you of your earlier actions, “But you’ve left me all messy.” 

“That’s what my tongue is good for,” You argue back, pressing tempting kisses that lead to the heart of his throat. You feel his hardened cock rub against the leg of your jeans and it takes everything within you not to rut against it. 

Hook, line and centre and the treasure shall be yours. 

“Is that right?” 

“Mhmm,” You mewl as his hips shift so that his pelvis directly meets yours. His eyes alight with pure lust that burns through him the same way anger does. 

“You’re so easy to please, like a good for nothing bitch,” Hyunjin comments, displeasure written all over his face with how much you preen over the comment. He takes your lips for his again, his hands in your hair as he stakes claim. His hips are driving wild against your own, driven by the sound of all your impatient whines and pleading. 

“Hyunjin,” You whine against his lips, “Hyunjin….” 

“Are you going to stop acting like a slut?” Hyunjin warns. You nod incessantly. Anything he asks. You’ll do it. Anything, “My room, then.” 

You’re quick to get down from your perch on the kitchen counter, your wetness collecting in your underwear. You hurry across the kitchen, stopping when Hyunjin pauses in his following stride. He cuts your eye contact short with angry narrowed eyes and a hand on the fridge door. 

“I could fuck you in the hallways if you wanted to,” Hyunjin smirks, “But I’d hate for your brother and your exes to find out that I’m fucking their precious Y/N.” 

You rush to his bedroom without another word, and without you in his sights he opens the fridge door, picking at the vanilla yoghurt and plastic spoon attached, a foreboding glint in his eye. 

Hyunjin’s eyes are feral and heavy as he pulls you in for a kiss that is as thick as the air around you. He finds it unfair that you taste sweet like ice cream whilst he tastes like he could break you. Your lips are swollen as they drop at the feeling of his hands trailing down your body to rest on your navel.

“Lie down,” He orders and you gently fall backwards to sprawl on the bed. Your eyes, big and innocent, soft and fond. Nothing but poison to the boy in front of you. To the boy who knows exactly how poisonous they can be.

With a quiet acceptance that only he can see, he reaches for the hair tie around his wrist, pulling it with his teeth. He leans forward, his lithe body looming over you as he expertly ties your hair tight and away from your face. You swallow as your hands find and linger on his waist, trying not to moan at a particular pull of your hair. 

Hyunjin removes the yoghurt from his pocket and hooks his leg over you so that your body is snug in between his thighs. A formality, tone monotone and eyes murderous, “Traffic light system. Give me a colour.” 

Your eyes are eager and they drink him in. You’re nervous but excited. You want him. You’ve always wanted him. 

“Green.” 

He nods without much expression before leaning back on his ankles, his full pink lips part and his tongue licks at them, assessing your body appreciatively. His first touch is over your shirt, eyes curious as his hands explore your body over the fabric, feeling every curve that has teased him. His eyes darken at the way your nipples perk through freely. Unrestricted. He brushes his fingers over the sensitive bud and the whimper you let out is a surprise to you both. 

“Hyunjin,” You plea. 

“No bra?” He notes, feeling the way you lean into his touch, no matter if its a simple brush of his fingers or a slight squeeze, “Expectant?” 

The squeeze of your nipple makes you jolt, the suddenness of it all pulling you briefly from your dazed enjoyment. 

“No.” 

“I think you’re lying to me,” He growls. 

“I’m not,” You whimper again, your voice doused with desperation. 

“You’ve lied to me before,” Hyunjin doesn’t pull on his rage, the leash abandoned, “I believed you then. Remember that?” 

The words you want to say are listless and without control. But he’s not going to listen, every plane and ridge of his face is cruel and unforgiving. The tears fall from your eyes slowly and it only seems to fuel his fire of tyranny. 

“Don’t cry,” Hyunjin collects your tears with the pads of his fingers, tapping at your under eyes so softly, despite the fact that his face is devoid of the softness that belongs in his touch, “I got over it.” 

He kisses you then like he didn’t just break your heart. He kisses you like he loves you again, that he’s never stopped. You return his kiss eagerly, your hand resting on the crook of his neck and your fingers on his face. A kiss that tastes like the sea and problems bled and buried. Unresolved. 

He pulls away. Hard exterior staring back at you. Waiting for a signal. 

“Green.” 

He smirks then, perhaps even grateful, before he pushes your shirt up, the fabric dragging lovingly up your body from your torso, tickling every bit of your skin. Your eyes flutter shut, confidence reawakened. Lust, a strong beacon. Hyunjin feels something akin to pride in the way you seem to bask wholeheartedly in your own body. Loving, almost. It’s a feeling that is peach scented and spins his whole world. 

He rips at the yoghurt lid, licking at it once before he dips the spoon in. His gaze is teasing as he smears the vanilla yoghurt along the swell of your breast, chuckling when you let out a hiss at the feeling. 

“Cold?” Hyunjin teases, swiping his thumb underneath your nipple before placing it in his mouth, moaning at the taste. “Is it really that cold, baby?” 

You nod incessantly, your mouth full of lead and incapable of replying to him. Hyunjin cocks his head in fake thought, “You’re quiet.” 

Your face crumbles pleadingly, hoping it will soften his heart up and finally give in. Eyes, half lidded stare back down at you as he only presses his hand to your mouth, shutting you up with a demanding, “Sshhhh….be a good girl.” 

Your eyes blink at him obediently and you’re rewarded with a small quirk of his mouth that has your whole chest enveloped with warmth. His hand goes to cup your left breast and his mouth meets your nipple and when you find your voice again, it is only a moan. 

Hyunjin immediately wants to come at the way you fall apart. The ceiling lights above you blossom into flowers in spring as you feel the way his tongue drags across the sensitive bud. Your nails drag down the back of his scalp, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your momentary smugness is stolen from you as he begins to leave open mouth kisses, their sounds only serving to fuel your longing. 

At your silence, he looks up and you’re both taken aback by each other. How beautiful one another is. For just one second, you had forgot how lovely he was. How pretty. How beautiful. His blonde hair is messy and itching to be tangled up within your fingers.  Eyebrows furrowed but his eyes too warm. He freezes at the way you’re staring at him, nostalgia waving its victory flag as it seizes all his movements. He can only watch as you lean your whole weight on your elbows to envelop him in a kiss that inspires doubt. He falls into it, despite the promises he spat to himself. 

He snaps away slightly, lips inches apart and he’s reminded once again of your past and your relationship. What you are to him. He remembers then and he won’t make the same mistake twice, “If this is what it takes for you to stop being mouthy, I should’ve done it a long time ago.” 

A crinkle of your expression is all Hyunjin needs before your hand takes hold of his hair and tugs. Hyunjin mewls at the new position, looking at you from his chin. You laugh in his face, like every villain does, “And pain is still yours.” 

Hyunjin can only watch as your position is flipped and he finds himself on his back, his hair splayed out and your whole body drenched with a sexual need. He scowls and you watch on amused as your little puppy tries to call on his claws, “I’m different now.” 

“No,” You giggle slowly, sitting yourself comfortably on his lap, the outline of his cock brushing in between your legs. Hyunjin can’t help but lean into your teasing, a snake completely charmed by its charmer and living as a puppet for all who are curious but he continues to act. 

But you’re not buying it. 

You know him too well after all. 

The trace of your fingers is mocking, and your gaze drops slowly to his pretty fingers curling into fists, “I don’t think you are. I think… you want nothing more but to take your fingers and ruin me with them. To gain control. Power. But you’ll wait…” 

A pause, pregnant with tension and empty promises. Drunk on the way he’s staring at you and how it makes you feel. Bewitched by the way you reach for him. How you want nothing more but to let him ruin you. Ruin him. Ruin each other. The same toxic cycle that tastes nothing but exquisite. 

“Because we both enjoy it when you beg,” You pout then. Your tongue nestled into the roof of your mouth as your finger dances across the creamy skin of his collarbone, “C’mon baby, you used to be so good at it.” 

A fire is all it takes for the castle to burn down and light it you did. 

He snatches your wrist, mouth in a tightly straightened line, utterly furious, “You like it when I beg?” 

You smack your lips, your eyes lingering on every bit of his skin. Every strand of hair. His eyes. His eyelashes. Every bit of him has your attention and your body purrs. Memories of his pleading to please let him come. Please. Please. Please, “Mhmm.” 

“Do you really want me to beg, baby? Tell you what I want?” 

Suddenly, Hyunjin yanks your legs further apart and you can’t help but gasp at the movement. His eyes flash and he can’t rein in his pleasure. Hyunjin’s hand slots itself in between your thighs, his thumb pressing onto your clit through your jeans and you whimper. The cheshire grin on his face growing when he feels you rock into his hold. 

“I’ll beg for you then, since we both enjoy it,” His tongue swipes against his bottom lip and if you hadn’t been so tunnel visioned by his unmoving fingers on your clit, your gaze would have focused onto the action. But it’s the frustrating way he lets your arousal grow and grow. Your legs aching with need for him to move. 

His voice lowers into a whisper, “Please, baby, let me fuck you until I’m the only one that can make you come.” 

The little magic word sends you completely into overdrive. You hate that it has such an effect on you. That it pulls you in completely different directions until you’re only a shell of a person. But, you also love it. You love the eye contact that transpires between the two of you. You love the way need feels - emotionally and physically charged until it encompasses every sense. Taste. Scent. Touch. 

You start to rock on his fingers and circle your hips in search of the friction he knows you need. 

Hyunjin’s hands slip into the front of your jeans and your underwear, growling lowly at the wanting need of your entrance. Your breathing deepens as uncontrollable need takes over you and you start to rock feverishly against his fingers. Slowly building up orgasm. 

Sneaky. 

Pathetic. 

Hyunjin loves it. 

His gaze is dark upon you as he takes notice of your increasing insanity and wants nothing more to control it, to witness you lose all autonomy. 

“Are you going to come?” Hyunjin mocks, his voice more than a whisper but incredibly devilish against your skin. You throw your head back as his fingers start moving faster and deeper inside of you, a home run in sight. 

“You really going to come ,you filthy thing? Come for me?” Hyunjin taunts, pulling the rope inside you so hard you almost snap at his words alone. 

Yes. 

Yes. 

The clouds of heaven that are approaching are ruthlessly ripped away from him and you’re left in Hyunjin’s bedroom again, blanketed with disappointment and the desperate urge to cry. Your breathing deepens to catch your breath but the effort feels useless. Like you’ve been cheated from your rightful sensation. 

“Sorry,” He gloats, unable to control his cheshire grin, “That’s too bad.” 

Hyunjin feeds on your distraught with a vengeful kind of glee, letting it devour him. He brings his finger to his mouth, savouring the taste of your stolen orgasm and wearing it on his lips. You only watch him, upset and furious. But obedient. 

Hyunjin wants to moan at the sight. 

If only you would cry. 

“Are you upset with me?” Hyunjin laughs, breathy, feeling like he soared through the whole sky. Your betrayal contorts your face into a scar that is only cute to him. Taking pity on you, he leans in as if to tell you a secret, “Here, I’ll let you decide what of me you have next….” 

Hyunjin takes note of how mistrusting the tongue in your mouth is. Yet, his attention is completely taken by the way your body leans into him. How your gaze wanders over his frame, a witness to the outcomes of your hidden temptations. 

All the better to wreck you with. 

“Anything,” Hyunjin whispers conspiratorially, “And you have it…” 

As your silence lingers, his palm cups your breast before it begins it’s descent down your front, “My fingers again?” 

A sensual kiss pressed at the crook of your neck, the plumpness of them lingering like nothing else, “My mouth…” 

“My abs,” He whispers, “Imagine how messy my filthy girl will get me?” 

Your mouth waters at the preposition and Hyunjin smirks. He forgets how easily you fall into the idea of getting him all messy. Greedy, you were. You already had his heart ripped apart yet in your pocket for safe keeping. But his body was something you would conquer every time, knowing and cherishing him for the nights you were together. Washing away every other that came in between with your invisible claim that completely fucked him up. 

“That one, huh?” Hyunjin murmurs and you nod incessantly. Once again wordless and headless and completely in a trance. He raises his eyebrow in challenge, “You’re not the only one that loves being dominated...tell me what to do.” 

With a smack of your lips, your hands reach for the bottom of his dress shirt, pulling it above his head and ignoring his fixated stare, “Lie down.” 

It’s all art to him. Love. Sex. Revenge. Like a stroke of his paintbrush, he falls backwards, making sure that you’re trapped within him. Your body falls after him, straddling him with a rushed calmness that shouldn’t make sense. You sit on his pant-clad legs, his erection sitting snug in between the gap in your thighs. 

Every girl or guy he sleeps with and you’re the one that stands out. You’re not quite his favourite. It’s more than that. He sleeps around, leaves others high and dry and yet you’re the one he goes back to. Like you’re his only. But you’re not. You’re not his ‘only’. You’re not his ‘current’. He doubts he was your ‘ever’. 

You’re just the girl he’ll never get over. You’re the girl that has fucked him up to unbelievable lengths and he’s always been hell bent on revenge. So for that, you must suffer. 

Only, you must suffer in a way that your brother will survive through your suffering. In the only way he can really stand to hurt you. In a way that he can be with you over and over again despite the way he hurts and burns. 

It’s torture. 

The only way you can suffer is within the forbidden clouds you both created when you were eighteen. 

“Hyunjin,” You’re calling his name, tone all lustful with a thinly spread layer of concern, one that Hyunjin refuses to believe, “You with me?” 

Hyunjin nods, silent now. He hates you but he doesn’t. You both shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t have even started this. Yet... he can’t seem to stop. Never has. 

Your concern bubbles inside of you now, and you watch his face soften as he gets lost in his thoughts, “Traffic light system, Hyunjin. Give me a colour.” 

“Green.” 

You exhale, leaning forward to seal his consent with a small kiss. Your lips prickle pleasurably at the feeling of his lips on yours again, completely taken by him. 

Your hands are explorers as they travel down his body. Experimentally, your hand wrap around his neck, feeling the air trap in his throat and his face developing a beautiful red blush. You release and drink in the way his mouth opens to allow the oxygen to enter his body. 

If poetry was a person, it would be Hyunjin. 

You get lost within your thoughts and Hyunjin feels himself get increasingly restless at the feeling of you straddling him without touching him in any way - close to being romantic.

Just like you both used to be. 

Hyunjin lifts his knee slightly, letting your body fall forward and your hands gripping at his biceps like safety nets. His skin tickles at the feeling of your surprised exhale. You cast him a quick glare that he answers with a dismissive quirk of his eyebrow. With an uncontrollable urge, you squeeze at his biceps appreciatively, noting that they had grown since you had last seen him. 

“Are you always this taken by the boys you let in your bed?” Hyunjin teases. 

The quirk of his eyebrow is now directly on your face, written so meanly like the girl he likes to think you are, “You want to know about the boys in my bed?” 

He can’t help the whip of jealousy that licks up his body from the feet up. His tongue fits directly inside the right of his cheek, ignoring the excitement that grows on your face and daring to challenge the thick sauce of his jealousy, “Yeah, tell me about them.” 

“Are you sure?” You croon, “They’re all your friends. Can you handle that?” 

You fucking heinous bitch. 

Every time he tries to convince himself that you were worth the trouble of betraying his best friend, you do or say something that proves otherwise. You’re a taker and you took his trust, his heart and broke it into millions of little tiny pieces that nobody could put together again. 

The anger is painted across his body in the way that tickles you externally. But inside, you can feel dread freeze you over and you fall and fall within its ice age. Hyunjin scoffs. 

He grips at your waist hard, “I’m starting to get bored, sweetheart.” 

You growl back, “You asked.” 

Before he can reply, Hyunjin’s voice is poached at the feeling of your arousal coating his abs, almost dripping onto the bed cover. Your head is slumped forward at the sensation and you let out an involuntary sigh of relief. 

You slide against his tensing stomach, enjoying the curves of his abs with your head thrown back. You’re moaning and your thighs are starting to burn at the effort. Hyunjin grips your hips in support, and you succumb completely to the pleasure you feel. Your hands seek for something to grab onto, but only manage to scratch at the sternum of Hyunjin’s naked chest.

Your breathing quickens as you use him to make yourself come and Hyunjin all but falls into it. You look like you’re his again with your eyebrows furrowed in the way he remembers. Your body is slick with the lovechild of the yoghurt and Hyunjin’s mouth and his with your arousal which he yearns to lick and suck until the early hours of the morning. 

Then you’re stopped. 

Again. 

Malignant pressure on your waist halts you and you want to cry and sniffle with the fact you were so close to coming. So fucking close. Your eyes implore into him, hoping he’ll take pity on your tears and your silent desperation. 

Pity that. 

Hope. 

Hyunjin notes that expression with a surface level type of contempt, ignoring the deeper emotion he doesn’t want to deal with right now. Not ever and especially not with you. 

He hums softly, unable to banish the mocking and true intentions away, he sings “I forgot how easy you come.” 

So did you. 

You grit your teeth, interior hardening despite the sticky tears layering about your eyelashes, “I don’t have to try this hard with Changbin.” 

The humour in denying your overdue orgasm is ripped away from him, “You didn’t do to Changbin what you did to me.” 

Your heart drops. 

Without context, you are two people having sex. Used to the way the other tastes. Knowledgeable about what makes the other tick. A little messy. But if you were to open each other’s heart and devour it… memories upon memories. Locked away in a safe, finally seeing the light of day again. 

“I-” 

Hyunjin’s eyes roll before he shifts the position around, your back now against the plush bed sheets. You melt into the blankets, previously warmed by the body heat of his back. His lips are a breadth away from yours and you yearn for it. For him. For the both of you. 

“Shut up-” His mouth drives forward to slot onto yours. At the lick of his tongue against yours, you feel tingly and your hands go to lock over his neck only for him to lock your wrists in a dominant grip against the bed, “No.” 

His lips find your jaw then, slowly enjoying the taste of your skin and the sounds of your writhing and mewling, “I am going to fuck you like the slut you are.” 

You gasp at the combination of his lips finding your sweet spot and his words. But Hyunjin is relentless and he’s sweet and he reminds you of the both of you back then, “Do you want me to?” 

“M-yeah,” You moan, the peppering of his kisses like body glitter. 

“Not good enough,” He’s stern, “If you want me to fuck you, let me hear you. Let me know you need it.”

“Hyunjin,” You whine, your ankles locking his body to press against yours. You opt to tease him with your hands, coaxing him to have his way with you. To no avail. 

“More,” Hyunjin whispers and it tickles against your cheek, “Or I stop.” 

“Please fuck me,” You plead, he presses evil kisses to the tears slowly trickling down your chin, “Please. I can’t wait anymore.” 

“Hmm,” He hums in a non-committal way that makes you want to yank your hair from the roots. You’re incredibly horny now and your whole body prickles. Your body screams out for him and you writhe and writhe and struggle. Your tears a little ocean for Hyunjin to bask in. 

“If you don’t fuck me,” You splutter, the tears lining your cheeks and marring your eyesight, a hindrance to the frustration crawling up your arms like spiders, “I will go down there and find Minho.” 

There you go again, 

Ruining his fun. 

“Turn around,” His tone and the air are both stagnant, caught in warfare of emotions. His eyes completely dark and devilish. 

With bated breath, you get into position, your hands gripping at the sheets and your ass facing towards Hyunjin who strokes at his cock languidly. His tongue is in his cheek and it’s a sure sign that he’s annoyed. He rips the packet with his teeth roughly, rolling the condom onto his erect cock. 

He glances at your peeking with a growl, “I don’t want to fucking look at you. Face the front.” 

With a swallow, you obediently turn to follow his orders. With a huff, he sends him palm straight to the curve of your ass, and you let out an embarrassing moan, “Y/N…you really are a bitch.” 

At those words he squeezes at the flesh before spreading and revealing the mess on your pussy. He wants to whine at the sight but he refrains. After all, he’s still pissed at you and right now, he has the power over you. He decides when you come. He decides how you’re going to come. 

It’s all him. 

He spits in his hand before gliding the makeshift lube across your sex, enjoying the way your body tenses and attempts to chase after his tinkering fingers. The names come to him in waves, each degrading. Whore. Slut. Bitch. 

His. 

You’re always his. You’re always his whore. His slut. His bitch. 

And he was going to make sure you knew. 

He lines his cock up with your entrance, his eyes going weak at the feeling of your wet walls that swallow him whole. His hips drive into you, the slap of the skin sounding pornographic and he lets out a pleasurable groan. You whimper as he continues to wreck you over and over again. 

His grip on your hips is brutal and yet you can’t get over how full you feel. How good it all is. Him. You fall to your elbows with a high pitched moan as he drills in and out of your pussy. He loves the way you lose yourself in the pleasure, primitive in your vocal responses. 

“Ah-” At a particular delicious thrust that has your moan buried within the sheets in front of you, your mouth drooling, “O- Fhuck-” 

You’re not even making sense at this point. Past the point of dignity and ambitious only for your pussy to swallow his come. For his body to press up against your back, his hands traveling across the expanse of your naked body. 

“Minho,” Hyunjin scoffs, his grip tightening and his thrusts harder, “He couldn’t fuck you harder than I do-” 

You only moan. Moan. Scream. Whine. It’s not enough. Not enough indication of how good you feel- 

“Still want Minho to fuck you my pathetic baby?” Hyunjin coos, his whispers dancing along the naked skin of your back. 

You shake your head. 

“Don’t stop,” You plead, you think you’ll cry if he stops now. You wish upon any star in the night that he’ll continue. That he won’t leave you high and dry despite the ways in which you fucked him over tonight. 

Hyunjin only laughs, “I’m not going to fucking stop. You hear me?” 

“Mmm,” You cry as you attempt to watch the way in which your body and his meet. You make eye contact with Hyunjin and expect to be degraded, be told to face the front or moan in the blanket like the pathetic whore you are, but he doesn’t. Instead, he surprises you with a small smile. 

If only he had his camera, he would’ve taken multiple photos of you whilst you were in the throes of your shared passion. This moment, however would be ‘that’ photo. With your mouth heavy and your eyes wet, you’re a complete mess. His mess. His trouble. His torture. 

He lets out a loud moan, “Oh fuck Y/N…” 

The shit you do to him. 

At the stuttering of his hips, your butt chases after his cock, bouncing wildly for any sound of pleasure. Greedy for it. You can feel the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching and as his energy levels start to dwindle, he’s found the same path.

“Fuck,” He curses as his come spills into the condom. He remains still inside you, he winces as you continue to move against him and you’re both grateful that your orgasm follows almost immediately after. Breathing heavily, he pulls out of you gently and then you spin around to greet him with a sweet kiss that absolutely steals his breath away. All the sex in the world and yet this is the shit that gets to him. 

His lips massage yours in the sweetest way and you can’t even pretend that the clouds of lust remain anymore. Hyunjin’s him after all. Your tongue hesitantly licks against his bottom lip and Hyunjin tries to deepen the kiss, make the kiss hotter, messier, wetter… 

But your kiss remains fond.

And he doesn’t like it. 

He doesn’t like this. 

You. 

He can’t. Not after the first. Not the second. Not the third. He knows if you push him, he will surely fall into you again, convictions forgotten.

That’s what scares him the most. 

He pulls away like he’s been electrocuted, pushing gently at your shoulder. He stares at you, eyes wide with betrayal written all over his face. It’s Deja Vu. From the very first time you had initiated this type of relationship. When you coldly broke up with him and then within days announced you were in a relationship with Changbin. 

Forgive. Forget. None of that matters. 

Revenge does. 

“Remind me what this is,” Hyunjin’s voice is low and purposeful. As if daring you to cross him. Challenging you, “Because one of us seems to have forgotten.”

“Fucking,” Your voice is soft.

Hyunjin hates it. Hates you. But also not at all.

“Yes, fucking.” He laughs but there’s no humour laced into the words he spoke, “So why is there so much drama when all we do is fuck?”  

Your lips press against each other, keeping silent. Calculated. Hyunjin reaches for your mouth, squeezing at your chin before his mouth is beside your ear.

“Do you love me, Y/N?” Hyunjin croons, “Is that what this is?”

You freeze, and you stare at him, your eyes glazed. But Hyunjin is frozen just as much as you are. Not in the same way. His ice makes him crueler, more condescending. He was once water, flowing freely. Gentle and rough at the same time. Only for your hand to freeze all that were rivers, ponds, streams. Blood.

Although you feel your heart decaying and crumbling with every word, strangely, you don’t shy away from his cruelty. Instead, you find yourself slightly marvelling at it. You are its creator, after all. A feat that continues to stand against time. 

When he takes your silence as an answer, he leans back so that he’s all you see. The hard ridges of his prince like face and his wet mouth stare down at you, a soft whisper brushing against your skin, “I loved you. Cherished you… Now I know better.”

He laughs then, every part of him evil but his heart. But it’s not fun. Not at all. Not when your lip is starting to tremble and he can see your heart beating erratically on your sleeve. Not when he can feel his own heart breaking. 

But it’s fine. 

Because he’s better. It may have taken time, but he can be completely over you. He can hurt you. He can. 

He will. 

“That’s not true,” You choke. His smile drops and his mouth hardens-

You’re unbelievable.

You can’t fucking do this. 

It’s not fair. 

“Fuck this,” He mutters, fun dead and buried, removing himself from you to remove the condom before throwing on pants and a shirt and hurriedly walking out the door. 

The room is silent. Too silent. You miss the sound of his breathing. You can hear him in your head. In your heart. And it’s too loud. He’s too loud. You can’t help the first sob that escapes you, the heartbreak running along the trenches of your heart. 

Hyunjin stares at his reflection in the mirror. 

His lips are raw with bites and his cheeks are flushed with post-sex glow. He clearly had a good time. But his eyes, hollow and lifeless. Rimmed with tears that threaten to unleash a howl crawling to escape his throat. 

He wants to cry. 

A pathetic kind of sob. 

He quickly swipes at the tears falling down his face with cold water, praying that the symptoms of his turmoil will no longer leave a physical mark. Systematically, he reaches for a hand towel and douses it with cold water, squeezing at the fabric. 

He walks down the hallway, dead to the world but his heart reaching for you. He pauses at the door listening to the sound of your sobbing that only has his soul wrenching at the pure agony. 

Hyunjin opens the door tentatively and he feels his chest swell up like a balloon at the sight before him. He can’t breathe. The walls close in on him and his throat knotted too tight for oxygen to pass through. 

It feels like death. 

Minho has your naked body in a loving embrace, his nose buried into your neck and his hands around your torso. You sob into Minho’s hold with such a familiar vulnerability that makes Hyunjin’s heart ache more than it ever has. Minho’s warm hoodie is bunched within your tightening grip and you’re murmuring into his skin and Minho just holds you. 

It’s so warm and so loving, it makes Hyunjin feel physically sick. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

He was supposed to break you. Show that he was unstoppable without you. But he’s not. He’s a shell. A hollow shell. 

And you’re the cause. 

With another decisive wipe of his tears, he turns away from the scene before him, trudging down the hallway with new battle wounds and his worn out mantra. The urge to tell Felix all that has transpired between the two of you since you were eighteen rushes through Hyunjin’s ears, to let your brother and his friends know that you weren’t as innocent as you liked to pretend you were. 

But he can’t, because he loves your brother and he loves you. 

He will forever love you. 

It’s always going to be you. 

author’s note : there is so much more to their relationship that i haven’t explored (if you’re interested) and i edited it but like barely. i’ve lost my will to go on. i just want to be finished with this. right now. hopefully this didn’t suck! happy extremely late birthday hyunjin <3 i actually do love you. but i also finished editing like literally a bit ago! so here it is!! 

[barbieaemond]

Red Bird (masterlist)

Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryen x Alysanne Hightower oc, Daeron Targaryen x Alysanne Hightower (minor)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, incest (cousins), childhood trauma, darkish aemond, asoiaf typical misoginy and sexism, canon divergence, toxic dynamics, possessive behaviour, smut, religious kink, a bit of green propaganda, Aemond is a petty bitch through the whole thing.

Author's note: we're back :) the old chapters will be reposted within this week. For the newbies, sneak peak under the cut.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Alysanne opened the door to Prince Aemond’s chambers like she owned them. She didn’t knock. She stormed into them and stopped in the center, breathing fire at him. "I want my books back."

Prince Aemond sat lazily on a chair next to the hearth, with his long legs crossed and resting on a long chaise, filled with books, her books.

He looked up from the book he was reading, also one of hers, and looked at her from head to toe.

"Is that an order?" he asked with the hint of a smirk, like a cat rolling in the sun.

"You had no right—"

"On the contrary." he closed the book with a thud and sighed "You see, everything in this castle belongs to me. Your books, your dress, even the air you breathe."

"That is strange. Last time I checked, Viserys, not Aemond, was the King of Westeros."

She spoke his name for the first time, and his blood sang. He shushed it, sighing loudly, and put her book aside, resting his arms on the armchair.

"Close the door. I know you love scenes, but I’m not in the mood for an audience today."

Her lips formed a tight line, just as tight as the way she was clenching her fists.

"You want your books back? Close the door."

After an endless time in which they just stared at each other, she moved and closed the door.

Submit and play nice.

"Good." he crooned "It seems even a stubborn thing like you can be domesticated. Now, sit."

She swallowed patiently, closing her eyes for a moment, and then she looked around. But there was no surface on which she could sit, unless she was stupid enough to sit on his bed. "Where?" she asked him with genuine doubt.

He moved his hand and patted his thigh as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Alysanne gave him a puzzled look, drowning in utter disbelief.

"I won’t eat you. And I won’t take you against your will. I have no taste for such twisted depravities."

Submit and play nice. Submit and play nice.

She already had half a mind of what to write to her father as soon as she was out of that room.

She moved closer and slowly, as if he had asked her to pet a snake, and cautiously sat on his knees, on its ends, trying not to leave all her weight on him. But Aemond bent his knees in a swift move, and she slid directly into his lap.

Her mouth went dry and she was sure she was blushing, again. She refused to look at him, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw his white fingers tapping lazily on the armchair. She felt his eye running slowly over her and tasted ash down her throat.

"I see that you’re persistent in your change of colors."

"Is pink not to his Grace's liking?"

"No. Green suits you better."

"Well, I like to look into the mirror once in a while and remind myself that I’m not something that goes on a plate next to a piece of meat."

She heard him huffing the air through his nose, and she turned to look at him, almost baffled. He was laughing.

"You know what would please me? To see you in blue."

Sapphire blue? She wondered, but didn’t dare say it. She looked away and said "Unfortunately I don’t live to please you."

"Hmm. Who then? My brother?"

"One day, yes."

"Did you let him?"

"Did I let him what?"

"Taste you."

She turned her head and grimaced, hard. "Unlike you, Daeron is a decent man."

"I am decent. If I were not, I would’ve taken you in the Grand Sept, with or without your consent. But I don’t need to stoop so low." he leaned away from the backrest and came dangerously close, digging his fingertips on the armchair fabric to restrain himself. "You will come to me willingly. Actually, you will beg me for it."

Alysanne recoiled, trying to put some distance, to not choke on ashes. "What makes you so sure?"

"A few things. But most of all, the fact that you are closing your legs since the moment you sat on my lap."

Then it all happened in a blur. She stood up hastily, and in the same moment the door opened, revealing the baffled figure of Queen Alicent, stunned on the threshold.

Alysanne went pale as a sheet, as did the Queen.

"What is the meaning of this?" 

[kaftan]

in your opinion which worm characters should have nasty gay sex with each other

Love the wording here — not “which worm characters would have nasty gay sex with each other” or “which worm characters are having nasty gay sex which each other,” but rather which ones need to be doing it. Hmm. Hmm!

This is a difficult one, because the pairing I “ship” the most (“ship” is such a limiting word) is probably Lisa/Taylor, and it’s difficult to imagine turning the insane sticky web of homoeroticism there into fucking. Also, if we’re interpreting “should” to mean “this would be good for them” then absolutely not — but if we interpret it to mean “this would be good for yuri sickos (me)” then absolutely yes. I hear there are tried and true methods for turning someone’s brain off during sex. Maybe worth exploring for Lisa “bearer of the curse” Wilbourn. And it would change their bond and the trajectory of their lives forever, obviously.

Ok, now for less complicated answers:

Burnscar and Labyrinth: we all read interlude 11c. Mimi and Elle could have communicated better through nasty gay sex than with words; it is known. Toxic yuri flavortown.

Foil and Parian: obviously they’re already (probably) having sex (hasn’t been referenced yet but I assume it happens) but kink would make the dynamic less boring if nothing else. I can’t prove it, but I feel in my heart that Foil is ticking “I'd totally do all sort of weird things to my clone I'd be embarrassed to ask someone else to do” on the clone fucking quiz.

Cherie x an insane woman who thinks her s9 tattoos are really hot: self explanatory

[theclearblue]

For the ship ask : ZoSan - Zoro & Sanji and MobRei - Mob (aged up) & Reigen and SatoSugu - Gojo and Getou.... Thx

Thank you for sending this is in!!

Zosan

Ship it

Fun fact I was pretty against this ship at the beginning when I first started watching (now it's my fave op ship lmao). I think the turning point for me was maybe Water 7/Enies Lobby when they really start working together, and Zoro worries about Sanji on the sea train. But when it became my favorite was probably the Nothing Happened scene and also when Kuma is chasing the strawhats in Sabaody. Just the way they clearly care so much for each other and their dreams where Zoro first protects Sanji in Thriller Bark, and then Sanji is worried enough about Zoro in Sabaody to protect him over Nami??? Yeaaaahhhh I started falling down the Zosan well pretty deep after that lmao

I think what makes Zosan fun is that they fight ALL the time but it's like...play fighting lmao?? If you've ever had cats where they just bat at each other and wrestle but they don't really hurt each other, it's all in good fun and then they snuggle up to each other? That's the Zosan dynamic to me lmaooo. But also under that I think they trust and respect each other more than anyone, both in a fight but also with what they view as the worst parts of themselves. Lots of potential with them I think (also VERY interested to see how the Wano oath will come back around because it will...)

Hmm I think sometimes when people write Zosan they either lean too much into domestic sappy lovers or just straight up toxic lmao. They are the pinnacle of cranky old married couple so when they don't make fun of each other anymore or playfight well..that's not Zosan lol, but then sometimes people go way to far the other way where they don't like each other at all and scream at each other and miscommunicate and that's just not any fun either, there's a balance.

MobRei

Don't Ship It

Usually I don't like an aged up ship unless you're aging up both characters, it's hard for me to get past an age gap that big because it colors so much of the dynamic. Even aging them up I think I couldn't stop imagining Reigen as the cringefail older brother/mentor type of figure to Mob.

Hmm honestly maybe aging Reigen down to Mob's age might be ok? As like a childhood friends kind of thing instead? I still don't think I would see that as romantic though.

Hmmm I think this one just isn't for me sorry

Satosugu

Ship it

God, what doesn't make me ship it? I know Ij ust made a post yesterday where I was like "You could interpret them as brothers!" and like, you COULD but this feels like the most obvious romantic subtext of all time with every scene they have. But I started shipping them when I read Hidden Inventory/Premature Death, and then the ship became really solidified with a JJK 0 reread and with the Gojo sealing scene. Gay disasters of all time.

I've talked about this a bit before but just the way that there is nobody else for them, nobody will understand Gojo like Geto does and vice versa. They are a pair, until they suddenly aren't, and neither really know how to navigate that. I think they embody a lot of the core themes of JJK really well, about love and death and corruption and loneliness. I think there are just a lot of different avenues to explore them, from pre HI arc to Geto's descent to the 10 years in between to JJK 0 and to Shibuya. They really do it all lmao, and of course, I am tragedy enjoyer first and foremost and they deliver.

Geto gets woobified waaaayyy too much by satosugu lovers. He is undeniably a victim under the jujutsu system and his struggles are very painful and even sympathetic, but I think some satosugu fans really erase his flaws way too much and end up blaming Gojo for everything? Which I think is wildly unfair.

[moth--knight]

HEY YOU!! DEAR FRIEND!! ANSWER ALL OF THOSE AO3 WRAP UP QUESTIONS!! (if you want... Lol)

HEY YOU!! I SHALL DEAR FRIEND!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! (under the cut tho cause this is long)

How many words have you written this year?

If my math is correct.....150k words. omg? last year it was 98.7k so I wrote more this year somehow. neat!

2. How many works did you publish this year?

Published 21, but worked on 24 since three of my fics were multichapters that I started last year :)

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Hmm....probably a three way tie between superstition, severed, and sunday best. superstition I am proud of for actually attempting to write, since it is a proper multichapter with a plot and everything (lolsies). severed was a delight to write and I am very proud of how well I captured the elden ring character relationships despite being nervous to try. sunday best I am proud of because it was a risk to write in a VERY different fandom than I was used to, and I think I did a pretty ok job!!

4. What work of yours has the most hits?

desert hearts, with 3,429 hits. it is a thousand hits ahead of any of my other works haha. people really liked it ^-^

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

severed and wolves without teeth. neither got a ton of feedback, but I expected them to get none hahaha. so the handful of comments from people were really nice!!! OH and my yellowjackets fic, the world's the same, but something's changing. it got a ton of kudos, way above my average in my main fandom.

6. Favorite title you used

superstition, from the song of the same name by the band The Birthday Massacre. the song fits the fic and its themes perfectly. I also liked but this island's run by sharks, children's bones stuck in their jaws, which is a song lyric from I Love You by Fontaines D.C.

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I pull from a lot of random artists, but I think I pulled from Mannequin Pussy more than once this year. such an awesome band, everyone should check them out!!

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Bayonetta/Jeanne <3 same as last year!! it is funny to see my fic count for fandoms because Bayonetta definitely dominates. as she should. teehee.

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Rosa/Jeanne, for my fic accelerate. it is such a unique dynamic, and writing a toxic and vindictive Rosa twisting the heart of a stubborn Jeanne was really exciting. Not a pairing I love or would write often haha, but it was the most interesting one I sunk my teeth into this year for sure.

honorary mention to Barbara/Melissa from Abbott Elementary. I always feel intimidated attempting to capture them faithfully in fics, but god I adore their dynamic. shoutout to the many very talented writers in the fandom!!

10. What work was the quickest to write?

I don't know, actually. almost all of my oneshots under 4k I wrote in one sitting over the course of an hour or two. I write pretty fast when I have an itch for a small idea. but I will say I wrote A LOT for superstition very quickly. the first five chapters were written before I started posting, and were all written within a month or two.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

definitely whistle lingers inside of your chest. it was a WIP from last year I finally finished after a long period of teeth grinding editing, and honestly I am still not 1000% happy with it. from start to finish it probably took me at least seven months. funny, since it is only 4k lmao.

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

*shaky smile* well....................at least 15. ahahahahaha. superstition is obviously my "big project" with a planned 20 chs and might not even get finished next year. right now we are on ch 5, so we shall see. I have a lot of smaller oneshots planned and/or half written. mostly for bayonetta, but I have a few for abbott elementary, bloodborne, portal, and elden ring.

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

superstition. right now it is sitting at 25k and I have plans to release another ch before the year is out (hopefully!!). longest not-multichapter was severed, at 13k. shoutout to skelebotanicals for typing up the 90 HANDWRITTEN PAGES of that fic's first draft. a true hero.

14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

acquired taste, a silly gift fic for skelly. it was a whopping 397 words.

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

superstition !! *crying screaming throwing up* but quite a few of my oneshots will definitely be done in the first few months of the year since those are all in the editing stages already and aren't too long.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

hurt/no comfort, probably. sorry.

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

*in balder's voice* ROSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bayonetta Origins gave us some more crumbs about her, so it was a delight exploring various facets of who she is/who she could be. the most fun characters to write are ones that are technically in canon, but essentially become OCs since so little is known about them imho. lolsies.

I also really enjoyed writing Barbara Howard for Abbott Elementary!! she is SO specific and such a delight to crack open.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Malenia and Miquella. huge thank you to Wilmaa for giving me some advice when I was shaping their interactions in severed. and to be honest, Bayonetta herself!! I always find her difficult to capture, despite her being my favorite character. Or maybe that is why she is my favorite....hmm......

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Chell/GLaDOS :D TOXIC ROBOT HUMAN YURI ! ! ! ! !

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

maybe king of silence? I just really enjoyed it. feel good with only a touch of angst.

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?

I am too lazy to count. A couple hundred, probably. I write for small fandoms, so any interaction is a gift and a joy :)

22. Which work has the most comments?

desert hearts, of course. but I reply to every comment, so my comment count on ao3 is always half of what it says, since the other half is just me haha.

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

till death do us part, with dubhgloinne >:) what does it say about me that my only collab work is a raunchy smut fic published three days into the new year?

24. Did you write any gifts this year?

ya!!!! I wrote gifts for dubhgloinne, XilianX, Wilmaa, and skelebotanicals. I think six in total? I really enjoy writing gift fics, but they always make me nervous. what if the recipient doesn't like it !?!?!?!?!?

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

YA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I received three this year, from Wilmaa, Dikhotomia, and TheValaxy. I feel very very very blessed that all of them wrote such wonderful fics and were kind enough to gift them to me......Wilmaa and Dikhotomia enshrined the best parts of desert hearts from their own perspectives, and TheValaxy reawakened my love and need and desire for Knight!AU bayojeanne. THANK YOU MY FRIENDS <3 <3

26. What’s your most common category?

F/F easily (lesbian moment!) but I have enjoyed writing more Gen works this year :)

27. What do you listen to while writing?

whatever music is itching at my skull in the moment. some artists this year I really loved and found motivating include Mannequin Pussy, Florence + The Machine, Rina Sawayama, Atarashii Gakko!!, the Nova Twins, Fontaines D.C, and King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

that is like asking me to pic a favorite child.....guh. maybe accelerate. I really enjoy my weird fucked up AU fics. night, I stand walked to accelerate could run. the morgana/rosa fics were also fun tbh.

but honestly I really loved all of my branching out fics for other fandoms. sunday best + moon river for abbott elementary, severed for elden ring, wolves without teeth for bloodborne.....fond of them all.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

literally anything from severed. I was really proud of the descriptions in that piece.

also, this opening bit from sunday best:

Melissa watches with bright eyes as Ms. Barbara Howard makes her way across the parking lot, smiling politely and greeting every person who crosses her path. The day is overcast, and the ground is still wet from the previous night’s rain shower, but that’s fine, because Barbara herself is brighter and warmer than any sun. She’s radiant in a modest dress the color of fresh cut daffodils, her usual pearls laid carefully about her neck, lips painted in a muted plum. It’s September, and starting to get chilly, but Barbara looks like summer, so much so that Melissa thinks she’d be just fine without the protection of her trusty leather. 

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

that I can branch out and write for other fandoms!! I was shocked at how I was able to find the unique voices for a lot of different characters outside of the bayonetta fandom....happy I took risks cause they paid off :) I think I also am surprised as just how much I have written haha. I love writing so much, and it is hard to believe I went so many years NOT writing for pleasure.

[akatsukitrash]

Character shipping meme, Kakuzu 👀

Send me a character and I'll tell you :

My NOTP for them 

I don't think it's that popular anyway but, KakuDei. Also KakuIta and KakuFuu. Deidara and Itachi have known Kakuzu since they were teens, so it's just straight up gross and pedophilic. As for KakuFuu, we don't know much abt Fuu so she's basically a non character, and we don't know her age but she looks like a teenager, and Kakuzu is 92, so. No.

My BROTP for them

Akatsuki, of course. I genuinely enjoy the idea of Akatsuki members caring about each other and being a family, and there are hints in canon that Kakuzu cared and was fiercely loyal to them. In particular, I'm into Kakuzu/Deidara (although it'd be more of a mother/son thing), Kakuzu/Hidan, and Kakuzu/Sasori.

My OTP for them 

Kakuzu/Me and Kakuzu/My OC lmao. But otherwise, KakuKisa, for sure. I don't know what it is about this pairing, but I just find them very compatible. They are both very loyal individuals whose loyalty was used against them by their villages and then cast out, they both decided to fight against that by rebelling and murdering their respective leaders, and then joining the Akatsuki. They both look "different" and have some murderous urges, but also hide deep down their self-hatred. Kisame is also friendly and calm enough to be able to break down Kakuzu's walls, and Kakuzu is wise and experienced and could help Kisame see his own worth beyond being a weapon. I just can totally see Kisame making Kakuzu laugh, and force him to socialize even when he acts grumpy.

My second choice pairing for them 

Probably KakuTsu. It's very funny to think about the granddaughter of the man who caused Kakuzu's greatest life tragedy be the one who steals his heart (pun intended). Also the gambling addiction would drive him insane. Tsunade being Tsunade, she wouldn't let him walk over her or threaten her. I like to think that eventually, they'd open up to each other, and be able to see that beyond their bitterness and cynicism, they were both wronged by the system, and find some solace in each other. They'd probably make each other laugh with their similar dry humor. They both have super strength, are intellectuals, and Kakuzu has some medical knowledge, they could have deep conversations at night, borrow each other's books, and use Sasori's lab for experiments (without his permission, bc they both are Like That). But this will only be possible in an AU where Tsunade doesn't become the leader of a fascist war machine lmao. Also Shizune would be their adopted daughter.

My fluffy pairing for them

KakuKisa. These two are all the fluff. Kisame is so affectionate, he kickstarts Kakuzu's rusty caring nature. They're always cuddling, playing with each other's hair, showering together etc. Kakuzu leaves deep love quotes on post-its for Kisame to find, and Kisame cooks for Kakuzu and massages his back when he's upset. They also often pull pranks on the others, but the blame often falls on Tobi bc no one believes Kakuzu would participate in that and Kisame is good at hiding his tracks. They're basically the best friends turned lovers trope.

My angsty pairing for them 

Hmm, I don't rlly have one. I could see the angsty potential in KakuMada, if Kakuzu and Madara ever meet after Madara's "death" and bond over Hashirama wiping the floor with them (and their villages/clans betraying them ofc). It'll be bound to end in tragedy, because of Madara's fall to madness and inability to hear any plan other than IT. In an AU with no alien bs, there is a possibility it'd end happily, but it's small. It'll most likely be a codependant toxic depressed mess.

My favorite poly ship for them 

KakuKisaPein. Pein's always been very trusting of Kakuzu and canonically gives him special treatment, plus I like their "Kakuzu is the mom and Pein is the dad" dynamic with the Akatsuki. Kisame is probably compatible with most if not all of the Akatsuki. He's just this awesome.

My weirdest pairing for them

KakuTobi, as in Kakuzu/Tobirama. It's weird for obvious reasons, but done correctly, it could be very interesting. Their personalities are very compatible, if you think about it.

[masschase]

xixi and casey for the ship section of the ask meme? pretty please? 👉🏻👈🏻

Of course you may has some Xic 😊

Ask meme (Mr. Krabs voice: More. 😈)

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

• when I started shipping it if I did: 30th June 2023 because I checked our messages 🤭 we were talking about various Boss x Boss possibilities and got into just how messy those two would be together, especially in their SR2 era so we... specifically paired them up in that era 😆

My thoughts:

It's a ship I can't quite see for Boss Casey, though I can see them knowing each other. But non-Boss? Absolutely! If it seems like I sideline them at all it's only because I do prefer Casey as a leader in some capacity and I'm careful where I make them work. But for example working them in as exes in the Sinners AU fits quite nicely. It's definitely not supposed to be a aspirational dynamic though, and some stuff they do to each other is downright toxic. For example Xixi repetitively lying to Casey about taking harder drugs. Casey sleeping with other people when she's mad about that.

What makes me happy about them:

I love that they're a bit of a mess, I love that Casey follows Xixi around like a puppy but still tries to say it's just sex, it's quite a departure from her as a leader and that's always hard because sticking an OC in a completely different situation does make you start to wonder by what measure they are the same person. But I see the aspects of Casey that the AU would lend itself to. I just enjoy that it's something different, I think your enthusiasm about it kind of helped me out of my comfort zone to do something a bit different.

What makes me sad about them:

I mean the reason this is out of my comfort zone is that I do generally prefer that people bring out the best in each other whereas with these two it's the worst. Like that's an important part of them but it leads to some downright painful moments when instead of moving past their issues with each other they just retaliate against each other. Then there's the fact they're practically designed to end in disaster. It's definitely the angstier part of me that likes them.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

I mean if there's ever a fanfic it'll be you or I that write it Carrie so I can't see anything going wrong? If I wrote Xixi in a way you weren't happy with obviously I'd be upset with myself 🥲 I think I have a sense of her now though!

Things I look for in fanfic:

Hmm. Again things we would both write pretty naturally. Make it messy and a little sad. Make them bring out the absolute worst in each other because the oof moments are something unique to them. But make sure the love is there.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

Pretty easy since they both had established ships before discussing this!

Xixi: Obviously Johnny and I really eagerly await your fanfic, I will eat that up. But I also really like her with Viola! I mean I even said yesterday that Boss x Viola fascinates me.

Casey: Matt or Zoo or both. I think we also discussed Van x Matt x Casey being a possibility after a version of Xixi x Casey that lives. Maybe Shaundi or Johnny in some circumstances.

My happily ever after for them:

Retiring on the beach after one last big job that somehow works out. That's the kind of thing they have going.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

I think that's a hard one! I think I see them more with Casey's head on Xixi's chest than spooning most of the time! Casey seeking that warmth without actually having to be the one who initiates a cuddle because we know she struggles with that, and Xixi being the one who actually puts her arms around her. If they did spoon it'd be very drunk/high collapsing whichever way around.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Drinking and smoking, mostly. Getting high and people watching. Adrenaline highs. Bad driving.

[nessinborderland]

Devil Beside You (02)

Pairing: Gwinam x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, soft!dark

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You have some secrets you want to keep hidden and Gwinam happens to want a slave that is willing to obey his every command. You both so happen to live in the same home.

Warnings⚠️ Porn With Plot, Step-siblings, Manipulation, Horny Teenagers, Dubious Consent, step-siblings that hate each other, step-siblings that fuck, Toxic Relationship, they’re young and they’re dumb, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Dry Humping, Blackmail, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Sex, Hand Jobs, Light Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Notes: Here is the so awaited part 2! Thank you to everyone that has been supporting me and this series, love ya'll <3 Enjoy!

Part 1 | Masterlist

The rest of the week went by like nothing ever happened. Apart from the intense looks sent your way from time to time, Gwinam never said a word about that night or did anything to indicate that it ever happened. It almost felt like things were back to how they once were, with him ordering you around and making your life a living hell just by existing. You let things go that way, more than happy to bury the memory of your kiss and your phone masturbation session.

You knew it wouldn’t last; the dynamic between you had changed again – even if none of you was acknowledging it – and it was only a matter of time until he got tired of pretending. Gwinam wasn’t exactly the most unpredictable person; you knew he was planning something in that mullet head of his. You just didn’t know exactly what or when, and not knowing put you on edge.

“Hey, you there, babe?”

“Yeah hmm, sorry Jihoon, you were saying?”

“Was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?” your boyfriend repeated on the other side of the phone. “Gonna be at Sinkhole for a show and would love for you to be there.”

“I don’t know…” you hesitated, glancing at your door to make sure it was closed as you stood up from your bed. “I have to study and I was almost caught on Tuesday. I don’t want my mom to take my phone again.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, the hickey in your neck still forcing you to hide it with scarfs and makeup. If Jihoon saw it you were sure to get in trouble. You were always so stern with him when you hung out, making sure he didn’t mark you; what would he think if he saw that you had let someone else touch you like that? That you had let your step-brother touch you like that?

“C’mon, babe, it’s Friday night,” he tried to convince you. “I’m sure you can find an excuse to leave the house, your mom can’t be that bad. What does she expect you to do in your free time?”

“Study for exams and practice violin,” you said with a sigh. “You really don’t know my mom, I would never be able to convince her. I’ll try, though, but no promises.”

“Cool, let me know if you end up coming, then. Bye, beautiful.”

“Bye, lo-” you almost let a ‘love you’ slip out, cringing as you heard him disconnect the call.

You knew your relationship wasn’t like that; he had been very clear you were only getting to know each other. Friends with benefits, he had called it. You weren’t very comfortable with giving him many benefits, but still, you couldn’t stop yourself from fantasizing about him. It did help to imagine Jihoon in Gwinam’s place when you touched yourself thinking about that night in the bathroom. It made you feel less guilty about the way your body reacted to the memory.

You let out a big sigh as you let yourself fall back on the bed before pressing the spacebar on your laptop and continuing to watch Gong Yoo’s character in Train to Busan run from zombies.

You felt so frustrated you could barely focus on the movie. Studying and violin practice had become so incredibly boring you feared the moment your grades would start to become anything less than A’s; that would definitely make your mother upset and your life subsequently worse. Still, you couldn’t bother yourself to care, tired of everything going on in your life.

You desperately needed a new hobby, something that would take your mind off of things.

There was a thing about Gwinam that you envied; he didn’t have this pressure you did. He did what he wanted when he wanted. You had never heard anyone telling him ‘no’ when he wanted to go clubbing or hang out with his friends. He didn’t have good grades compared to you, and was always in some sort of trouble; still, his life was his to live as he saw fit.

That realization only made you hate him more.

A knock on your wall followed by your phone vibrating interrupted your thoughts, and you rolled your eyes as you reached for your phone and opened Gwinam’s text.

Rat Bastard: make me an egg sandwich. extra bacon

You sighed as you left your bedroom to do what he ordered, making sure to kick his door on your way to the kitchen. He treated you like you were his personal slave but you still did whatever he asked; you had no choice.

Cookie, your three-year-old Pomeranian, jumped from the couch as soon as he saw you pass by the living room, nails tick-tacking on the floor as he followed you, no doubt thinking it was feeding time.

Well, since I’m feeding one dog I might as well feed the other.

You looked at the clock as you cooked his snack, seeing it was only a quarter past six in the afternoon; your mom wouldn’t be home for another hour and your stepfather would probably not even be home for dinner. Lucky you.

A plan started forming in your head as you absently added the bacon and cheese to the scrambled eggs. You had to be extra careful this time; maybe you could ask one of your friends to cover for you while you went? Asking your mom was out of the question when you knew she wouldn’t allow it, especially if you actually told her where you were going and with who. Maybe you should just sneak out? You had done it before without anyone noticing, you could do it again if you were careful enough. By ‘careful’ you meant making sure that Gwinam was sound asleep until you got back home.

I should drug his food. You contemplated the idea before it was replaced by another - much more pleasant - one. Nope, I should poison him instead and be done with it.

You snickered to yourself as you waited for the scrambled eggs to start smelling a little burned before you turned off the stove and started to assemble his sandwich. Cookie was around your feet begging for a piece of food, and for a moment you thought about letting the dog have a lick at the bread, but decided against it; you didn’t want the asshole to hate you too much.

The sound of a door opening and footsteps called your attention, and you watched as Gwinam entered the kitchen, dressed in only tracksuit pants, lean torso in full view, and skin shiny with sweat – clearly from some kind of workout. He said nothing as he passed by you without a look and served himself a glass of water, chugging it down – Adam’s apple bobbing at each gulp (not that you particularly noticed) – before glancing at you.

“Make me some fresh orange juice while you’re at it, one teaspoon of sugar,” he ordered as he set the cup down, ruffled his sweaty hair in your direction, and left with his sandwich in hand and the dog in his tracks.

“Gonna spit on it,’’ you mumbled at his back, not really caring if he heard.

“Good,” you heard him laugh, “no need for sugar, then.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting!” you shouted, your only answer being a muffled laugh as he closed his bedroom door.

You grunted as you went to grab some oranges to please his highness’s request. You still had homework to do and an escapade to plan, but here you were, making food for someone you hated without being able to poison him. It was infuriating how much you wanted to commit murder; would prison really be that bad?

You didn’t bother knocking on his door as you went to deliver his drink, surprised to realize he wasn’t there until you heard the shower working. What you weren’t surprised at all was to find the sandwich you had made with so much love being eaten by the dog, who was munching on it like he hadn’t eaten just ten minutes ago.

You set the juice glass down on Gwinam’s desk – nose scrunching at the strong smell of something you could only describe as masculine musk – before you opened the window to let some air in.

A look at his computer screen told you he had been doing some kind of at-home ab workout. You chuckled at the idea of Gwinam trying to get ripped; he had always been more on the skinny side, and his height only emphasized that. Still, from what you had seen, he was far from being skin and bones, with lean muscle and a soft set of abs. Not that you looked at him undressed a lot, but you couldn’t help it when he just walked around shirtless.

A sudden thought crossed your mind as you were leaving; was it possible that he had more things on you in that computer?

You glanced at the bathroom door across the hall – glad to hear the water still running – before going back in the room and leaning over the monitor, hand on the mouse as you clicked off the internet tab to explore his desktop. You ignored all the other folders but the one named ‘pics’, double-clicking on it immediately.

From what you could see it was mostly old photos of a younger Gwinam with his mom and other random photos from when his dad had gifted him a Canon camera for his 18th birthday. One, in particular, caught your eye; it was you.

You remembered that day when you had all gone on a ‘family trip’ to the mountains. The day had started with a fight between you in the car and had ended with a dead snake in your backpack, courtesy of your dear step-brother. But you weren’t aware he had taken a photo of you like that, peaceful expression on your face as you looked at the horizon, the sun behind you making it seem like you were glowing.

“Need help looking for something?”

You gasped and jumped in place as you turned to bump right into Gwinam, your palms spreading against his damp chest. You gulped as you looked up at him, his raised brow and unamused expression letting you know you had crossed a line.

“I-I was just–”

“Yeah, I know what you were doing,” he said as he raised a hand to click off his pictures folder. “How disappointed would your mom be if she knew you were invading my privacy like that?”

“Oh, shut up,” you rolled your eyes at him as you tried to step aside and leave the room, embarrassed from being caught snooping like that even though he deserved it.

“Hey, hey, not so fast,” he stopped you with an arm thrown over your shoulders, pulling you to his side – while ignoring your protests to take his hands off of you – as he reached for the glass of orange juice and took a sip. “Hmm, at least this doesn’t taste like shit.”

You were very aware that the only thing stopping him from being completely naked was the towel around his hips. You kept your eyes on his face as you tried to ignore the rest of his body, especially the soft v lines that always called your attention to the light happy trail going down his navel.

“Yeah, I- I spat on it.”

Well, you hadn’t, but he didn’t know that for sure. It made no difference to him, however, and you watched as he drank it all while making eye contact with you.

“Hmm, sweet,” he licked his lips. “You should try not to burn my eggs next time, though. I know for a fact you’re a better cook than that.”

“Cookie seems to like it well enough,” you shrugged as the dog in question exited the room with a piece of bacon in his mouth. “If a dog likes it the other probably will too.”

“Aren’t you a smart mouth today,” he chuckled as he let you go to close the door, immediately ruining your chances of escaping his room.

Gwinam didn’t even give you time to think before he dropped his towel on the floor. He was with his back to you, so you fortunately only saw his bare ass before focusing your eyes on his feet. What in the hell was he doing?

You raised your eyes a little out of curiosity, immediately regretting it as he turned to you and you saw more than you bargained for.

“W-What are you doing?!” you asked in a squeaky tone, covering your eyes with your palms as you turned around.

“Getting dressed, what do you think,” he retorted like it was obvious. “Can’t I be naked in my own bedroom?”

You tensed as you heard him walk closer to you, suddenly very aware of his body against your back. His hands on your hips made you jump and open your eyes wide.

“Have you ever seen a naked guy before?” The question was asked in a low tone, his lips right against the shell of your ear.

You gasped as his breath tickled your neck, shaking your head at his question. Besides the adult movies you watched in secret – and that time you vaguely remember touching Jihoon’s dick while drunk – you had never seen a naked man before.

“You can look at me if you want.”

His words were followed by a squeeze to your hips as he pressed himself against your back, his growing hard-on very noticeable as it touched the curve of your ass. The will to see and touch him was so strong you almost turned around, cursing your curiosity.

You closed your eyes shut when he started lightly kissing your neck, suppressing a moan at the need to touch him back. You squeezed your legs together as you felt yourself starting to get wet; you wanted to run out of that bedroom as much as you wanted to stay.

“We really shouldn’t- m-my mom will be home soon…”

A firm squeeze to your breast made you moan in surprise, loving the zap of pleasure that was sent right to your core as he started playing with your nipple over your t-shirt.

“I don’t care,” he moaned in your ear as he started rocking against your ass, making you move forward with the motion.

His other hand left your hip and went under your shirt to grab your other boob, kneading it and rolling your nipple in between his fingers. You ground back against him at the feeling of his hands on you, grabbing the back of his neck as he started sucking on your jugular.

“Fuck, your tits are so soft,” he said as he cupped them up against your chest before giving them a squeeze that made your knees tremble. “You’ll let me suck on them, won’t you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer as you felt him take off your shirt, and you didn’t stop him as he left you naked from the waist up, the cold air and need you felt making your nipples rock hard.

Your first reaction was to cross your arms over your naked chest, suddenly very aware of what you were doing and where it was going. He was naked and, if you let this continue, you would be too.

You opened your mouth to tell him to stop when he turned you towards him and shut you with a kiss that left you breathless. You sighed into his mouth, quickly forgetting you ever wanted him to stop, loving the way his chest felt pressed against yours, heart beating like it wanted to leap out of your chest.

You let him move you as he made you lie down on his bed, your body in-between his legs making it hard for you to escape as he firmly held your wrists above your head. Not that you wanted to leave; not when he kissed you like that.

His mouth was so warm, soft lips pressing and moving in ways that made you sigh in pleasure, the occasional teeth nibbling on your bottom lip only making you enjoy it more.

He stopped kissing you then, gazing down at your breathless form under him with half-lidded eyes. You felt like you were on fire, nipples hard and with a need to be touched that left you unable to think about anything else. Your core clenched with desire, and you almost begged him for more.

Then his mouth latched on your nipples and you felt like you could come just from that alone. The way his tongue moved was enough to make you hope this never ended.

No one had ever touched you like that – not even yourself – but having his hot and wet tongue sucking a nipple while his fingers twisted the other to the point of being painful, felt so good you didn’t want him to ever stop.

“G-Gwinam, I–”

Your hips started moving on their own accord when you felt him start grinding against your pelvis over your cotton shorts. You could feel him hard and hot through the fine fabric, and a sudden need to touch him almost made you do it if it wasn’t for his strong hold keeping your hands above your head.

You gasped when you felt his cock brush really close to your clit. The mental image of his length in-between your folds was enough to brush all your fear aside and almost tell him to rip your panties apart and touch you where it burned. You tried to open your legs wider – wanting to feel him closer – but his thighs on both sides of your hips didn’t let you.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this,” he mumbled before taking your lips in a wet and sloppy kiss that you accepted without a second thought.

You felt his hand give one last squeeze to your tits before his palm started sliding down your stomach. You almost expected him to stick his hand in your panties – wanting that at the moment more than anything – when you heard him starting to touch himself instead.

“You want me to touch you, don’t you?” he moaned against your lips. “You want me to fuck you like the horny slut you are, fill you up, and make you come on my cock.”

You mumbled something in agreement, kissing him deeper as you dry-humped each other, clit throbbing every time you felt him graze against it over the fabric of your shorts.

He kissed you back like he was struggling to breathe and you were the oxygen he needed, lips moving from your mouth to your neck in nibbles and open-mouth kisses that left you shaking with need.

You hated that you couldn’t touch yourself or open your legs to let him closer to your core, so you squeezed your legs together as a way to help yourself since he frustratingly didn’t rip your panties off like you wanted him to.

You suddenly felt him spasm – face buried against your neck as he moaned – before you felt him come all over your stomach and chest in spurts of hot and sticky cum.

He fell beside you on the mattress with a grunt, and you both stayed down as you regained your breath.

Over already? the horny part of your brain complained. The logic part that you had muffled through this whole mess chastised you instead.

You were still as horny as you were seconds before, but now with an added feeling of shame and regret. Why couldn’t you control your hormones when he was around? This had never happened with anyone else, but as soon as Gwinam put his hands on you you turned into a horny mess that couldn’t think with her brain.

You wanted to cry, both from sexual frustration and self-hatred.

“I should make you walk around the house without a shirt on when we’re alone,” he said from his place beside you. “Fuck, you look so good with my cum on your tits.”

The feeling of a finger smearing cum on your still hard nipple made you gasp and open the eyes you didn’t even know you had closed.

You looked up to see him leaning over you, watching you with a look that you could only describe as male satisfaction. It made you squeeze your legs together, and you controlled yourself as you tried not to do or say anything you would regret. Your eyes went wide as he pressed his finger against your lips, a clear order in his expression that you didn’t even consider rejecting.

He bit his bottom lip as he watched you suck on his finger with pleased eyes. You couldn’t look away as you tasted his cum, not even minding the tangy and strong taste on your tongue when everything about it felt so erotic.

“Good girl,” he said when you were done.

Your cheeks grew hot as you looked down at yourself, chest painted with now cold and sticky cum, still so turned on it actually hurt, especially after his words of praise.

“T-This never happened,” you said as you moved to sit up, voice trembling.

“Sure it didn’t,” he laughed, words followed by a yawn as he stood up and fetched your shirt off the ground before throwing it at you.

A glance at Gwinam reminded you that he was still naked, so you quickly averted your eyes to the floor as you pressed the shirt against your chest and left the room without bothering to close the door or say anything else.

All you wanted right now was a shower and to make use of the good water pressure so you could actually feel like yourself again.

Everyone was asleep. You were sure of it this time.

You had waited half an hour past midnight before checking on your parents’ room, relieved when you saw that the lights were off. Then you checked on Gwinam, trying to make as little a sound as you could; he usually stayed up until later, and it was easy to know that from the light under his door, the incessant sound of a mouse clicking and the occasional curse as he played a game.

Tonight, however, the light was out and you didn’t hear a thing. He had to be asleep.

You grabbed your purse and took one last look in the mirror, happy with how good you looked in your new black dress and makeup; you even got your eyeliner to match this time. It had been rough to do it when your hand was still shaking from that moment in Gwinam’s bedroom; just thinking about it gave you a weird sensation deep down in your stomach, like you had been doing something wrong but couldn’t make yourself fully regret it. Even though you didn’t want to acknowledge it, you felt good when he touched you; really fucking good.

You turned off your lights and opened your bedroom door as quietly as you could before stepping into the hallway, stopping for a moment to listen; everything was as quiet as it should be. Tonight you would go out, meet your boyfriend, have some fun for a change, and come back before anyone noticed.

You practically held your breath as you walked the familiar dark and cold hallway towards the front door – stopping a moment in front of Gwinam’s door to make sure there was no sign of him being up – before starting to quietly put on your shoes.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

The voice followed by the living room lights coming to life made you gasp and drop the shoe in your hand.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

You slowly turned to face Gwinam, sitting on his father’s chair with a grin on his face while petting Cookie on his lap. He looked like a cheap version of a movie villain, and you would have laughed if you didn’t feel like your world just ended.

You stomped your foot down as you held the will to cry, covering your face with your hands as you leaned against the wall.

“You demon bastard,” you said through gritted teeth before letting yourself slide down to the floor, all hope lost.

You raised your teary eyes to look at him smiling down at you, the mean grin on his face only making you certain of one thing; he would never let you leave without ruining either your life or your dignity.

You hated him for it.

“You really thought you could leave without me knowing?” he laughed, the sound making you pout as you tried not to cry. You didn’t understand what was so funny. “You really are dumb as fuck.”

“Fuck you!” you whispered loudly, throwing your bag directly at his head.

He caught it like it was nothing, shaking his head like a disappointed parent before tossing the bag on the sofa beside him.

“Is your boyfriend so hot that you can’t stop yourself from leaving the house against your mom’s rules?” he asked as he continued to pet the dog like you were just having a friendly conversation.

“Yeah, he’s hotter than you,” you retorted, trying not to raise your voice as you thought on what to do now.

“Pfft yeah, right,” he laughed. “I could’ve fucked you today if I wanted to. Now, I’m pretty sure he has tried to fuck you, but I’m also pretty sure you didn’t let him. So…”

You set your gaze down, not wanting to say that he was right. Jihoon had indeed tried to take more than you were willing to give him, but that didn’t mean you were more attracted to Gwinam; you hated him so much you felt angry just from being in his presence, so how could you? It was all his fault that you couldn’t control yourself when he touched you and manipulated you to do what he wanted.

You took a deep breath as you convinced yourself to do the only thing that could save you now.

“Please, I’m begging you,” you said as you moved to stay on your knees before bowing as deep as you could. “I’ll do anything you want, but just let me leave tonight, please.”

You tried not to think about what ‘anything you want’ could imply, and at this moment you were too desperate to give a damn. He had made you do so many things anyway, what more could he actually ask for?

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” You looked up at him with hopeful eyes, seeing him watching you with a pensive look you knew was more mocking than actual contemplation. “Fine, I’ll forget I ever saw you trying to leave.”

“Y-You are?” The surprise in your voice was clear. It was never this easy.

“Of course I am,” he nodded. Then his expression changed as fast as a mask falling, and a shiver ran down your spine as you finally understood. “All you gotta do is suck me off so good you give me amnesia.” The grin on his face reminded you of a Cheshire cat. “Simple, isn’t it?”

Chapter 3 ->

[touyasdoll]

Daddy’s Home

Pairing: toxic bf!Eren Jaeger x reader x roommate!Jean Kirstein (modern AU)

Genre: smut, pwp for the most part, teensiest bit of angst for spice

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: BDSM dynamics, emotional manipulation, daddy kink, sir kink, breeding, unprotected sex, double penetration, oral sex, degradation, praise kink, dacryphilia, dumbification, overstimulation, impact play, choking, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, biting, orgasm control, Eren’s a bit of a dick surprise, surprise

Notes: This is a repost of a fic that was originally posted on my old AOT blog. I’m migrating it here, because I have a sequel planned, a teaser for which can be found at the end of this post 💜

“I bet you like this, don’t you, whore?” Eren’s long fingers seized your neck, squeezing the sides of your windpipe as he pulled your back flush against his chest. His other hand held a death grip on your hip, guiding your body to meet his thrusts as he fucked up into you from where he sat on the couch. "Bet you want him to walk in here and see this tight little cunt of yours getting stuffed full with my cock, hmm?"

"N-no, Sir," you mewled breathlessly, closing your eyes to try and focus on not coming undone until you could get his permission, which he'd been denying for so long now. "My pussy s'just for you, Sir."

His lips curled into a smirk against your shoulder, his teeth sinking in as he tightened his grip on your neck, "Such a good slut today, aren't you? You really wanna cum, huh? Wanna cream all over this cock?"

"Yes. Yes, please. Wanna cum so bad, Sir," your voice pitched up into whine, barely hanging on as he continued to pound into you.

"Well that's really too fuckin' bad," his hips stalled, leaving you teetering right on the edge of euphoria that you almost thought he was going to let you taste. "Gonna have to wait a little longer, princess. You can cum when I feel like letting you, got it?"

His lips were roaming your neck, sucking and tugging at the sensitive skin with his teeth as he held your hips in both of his capable hands. Your head lolled to the side, giving him easier access while you suppressed a whimper, not daring to challenge his authority in this situation.

"I see you're finally learning some self-control," his words were muffled by the way he spoke, with the skin of your neck between his teeth. He kissed the reddened area, swiping his tongue over salty skin to soothe the love bite. "I might have to reward you for being such a good bitch for me for once."

"Just wanna cum, Sir, plea--," you cried out as his hips resumed their assault.

This time, two fingers joined his efforts, toying with your clit as his breath fanned over your ear. The sound of keys jingling and turning was drowned out by your needy exclamations.

Your eyes were snapped shut too tight to see the tall brunette entering the room or the way his eyes widened upon witnessing how easily you were bouncing up and down on top of the man who was now locking eyes with him with a sinister smirk on his face.

"Cum for me, baby," Eren's husky command was enough to finally send you tumbling over the edge, blissfully unaware of the third party who had entered the room and was now taking in the sight of your violent orgasm, selfishly unable to look away and entirely unsure of what to do. "Look, babygirl. Daddy's home," his dark tone remained hushed, nothing more than a sensual whisper into the shell of your ear as you began drifting down from you high, still bobbing up and down on Eren’s length.

It was so hushed that you weren't quite sure you caught what he had said, but you opened your eyes anyway, your mouth still slack and spilling forth moan and after groan as you lost yourself in how fucking good you felt after being edged for so long.

The shock of seeing his roommate, your friend, standing there, his eyes drinking in every inch of your naked and penetrated body, wasn't enough to stop the pleasure coursing through you or the sounds that fell from your lips.

You jerked momentarily, as if you were trying to stop, to pry yourself away from Eren and into the nearest hiding spot, but you couldn't. It felt too good, and the way that Jean's eyes were trained on your pussy, still pulsing and gushing around Eren's thick cock as it stretched your walls, suddenly seemed so, so hot.

"You wanna play with him, princess?" Eren's lips feathered kisses between your shoulder blades as he slowed the motion of his hips, whispering against your skin, so that only you could hear his sinful proposition. "I know you do. Consider it your reward for being such a good girl. Go ahead, ask your new Daddy real nice and I bet he'll fill any hole you ask him too."

Was this a trick? A test? Some sick joke Eren was playing on the both of you? You didn’t know, but you were still too horny to care. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all.

“Daddy,” you mewled, locking eyes with Jean. “Wanna play with you.” Your hands cupped your breasts, massaging them as you grinded your hips on Eren’s, feeling his cock rock inside of you as you begged, “Please, Daddy, can I play with your cock too?”

“Wha-what?” He closed his eyes and shook his head, as if he were trying to wake himself from a dream, but when he opened them again, he saw you, hand now outstretched, looking so desperately at him. He took a cautious step closer, flicking his gaze to Eren to study his face.

“It’s okay, she’s into this kind of shit,” Eren jutted his chin toward you, his hands stilling your hips before smacking your thigh. “Aren’t you, baby?”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip as you stood and reached for Jean’s hand, taking it as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Whoa, uh, are you—are you sure about this?” He flashed his palms and as looked down at you, watching you already working to remove his jeans.

“Mhmm,” you hummed in response as your pressed your lip to his now exposed v-line. “Can I taste you, Daddy? Wanna put you in my mouth so bad..”

He shuddered at your touch, watching intently as your slowly tugged down his pants, boxers and all, until his cock sprung free, bobbing in front of your face.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you licked your lips, squirming in anticipation at the sheer size of it. Eren’s size was more than satisfactory, but this was another level. “It’s so big,” you grabbed his hips, placing soft kisses along his his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes, “Can I please play with you, Daddy? I’ll be such a good girl, I promise.”

“Oh my God, yes,” his hands ran through your hair before taking a small step back to kick off his bottoms and peel off his shirt. He took his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before bringing it to your lips, flicking the tip onto your tongue as you exposed it, “Yes, you can baby. Oh fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Grab her hair,” Eren spoke up from his spot on the couch, his eyes settled on the pair of you as he languidly stroked his member. “She’ll be dripping for you in no time if you fuck her face. Little bitch loves it.”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned as you took his length into your mouth, bobbing your head as you stroked him with your hand, spreading saliva along his shaft to help ease him down your throat.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking good at that, baby,” he groaned, rocking his hips forward into your wet mouth, slowly helping you take his length as he fisted his hands into your hair. “Tap my leg when you need to breathe, okay?”

He took a moment to look down into your eyes, angling your chin up, so he knew you were hearing him. You thought you heard Eren scoff and you missed the way he rolled his eyes, but neither of you paid him any attention. When you nodded in agreement, he began sinking his cock deep into your throat, only hesitating when you gagged, but you pushed further, holding your breath as you took him nearly to the hilt.

His eyes rolled back as he quaked, his whole body shivering in pleasure as he tightened his grip on your hair, holding you there for a moment and then pulling your head back carefully, his cock exiting your lips with a pop as you sucked in a deep breath.

“You’re such a good girl, sweetheart,” he combed his fingers through your hair, guiding your lips back to his length, which you eagerly took into your mouth, eyes fixed on his, wanting to hear more of his sweet praise.

He watched you so intently, his mouth falling open into an ‘O’ as you hollowed your cheeks, fisting his length as you sucked and swirled your tongue around the tip.

“Fuck, fuck,” he held the back of your head, not guiding your motions, but just letting you set your own rhythm as he stared down, mesmerized by the way his cock disappeared into your throat. “FUCK,” his arms tensed, fingers grasping your hair tightly as you managed to suck his entire length down, feeling it fill your airway as you struggled to hold him there, contracting your throat around him.

“That’s my fucking girl,” Eren shifted in his seat, pumping his hand faster as he watched you squirm.

Tears sprung to your eyes as your lungs began to burn, your jaw becoming sore from the position it was in. You tapped at his thigh with two fingers and he immediately let go, cupping your face as you sputtered and panted for air.

“Are you all right?” He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Just catch your breath. It’s okay, babygirl.”

“You’re real fuckin’ sweet aren’t you? In and outta the sack,” Eren stood, waltzing over and grabbing your hair harshly, tearing your gaze from Jean’s kind eyes and bringing them to focus on his cold, unforgiving orbs. “It’s a wonder how a guy like you never manages to bring any bitches home.”

Your throat was suddenly full again, gagging around Eren’s cock as he fully sheathed himself between your lips. Jean’s eyes widened as Eren scrutinized your pathetic expression, tears streaming down your cheeks as your hands braced his hips. He thrusted them forward, fucking into your throat as lewd squelching noises and the sound of you choking and pleading for a breath filled the air.

He finally relented, groaning loudly and yanking your head back by your hair as he smirked over at Jean, “She can take more than you think,” his fingers freed your tresses, opting to trail along your jaw, smearing the saliva pooling around your mouth as you chased your breath. “You wanna be used tonight, baby? Wanna get fucked until you can’t see straight?”

You nodded eagerly, folding your hands into your lap as you stared up at him, completely submissive to his will. Your pussy clenched around nothing, soaked and throbbing from the assault on your throat and his sinful words.

“See?” Eren stepped back, letting Jean take a step closer to you as you shifted your eyes to him, waiting for further instruction. “She’ll do damn near anything you want. I guarantee her pussy’s fucking dripping. Am I right, bitch? Fuckin’ show him how ready you are for that horse cock of his, if you want it so bad.”

You did as you were told, leaning back as you spread your legs, using two fingers to part your folds, swirling them around your entrance as you moaned, teasing yourself by slipping a single finger in. Jean winced, his cock twitching as his watched your ministrations, biting his lip to suppress a moan of his own.

“Go ahead and fuck her, if you think you can satisfy her,” Eren smirked and took a seat on the smaller sofa, getting comfortable as he returned to stroking his own length.

“C’mere,” Jean’s voice was still noticeably softer than Eren’s but it had an air of authority to it this time as he curled two fingers at you, while making his way to the couch.

He sat down, spreading his legs and patting his thighs as you padded over to him. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you straddled his lap, your knees on either side of his body as his cock stood at attention between you. You moved to stroke it, but he stopped you, clasping a hand around your wrist as his fingers slipped between you, reaching up to dip into your slick, groaning as he sank two fingers into you with ease.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he leaned forward, kissing your neck as he whispered, “you want me to fill you up, babygirl? Want me to stuff this tight little pussy with my cum, hmm?”

You nodded, your breath already shaky when you wrapped an arm around his neck to steady yourself as his fingers started fucking up into you, “Please, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he kissed your temple, swiping his thumb repeatedly over your clit as he rested his forehead against yours, trying to create a more intimate moment for the two of you while Eren groaned at the sight from the other couch. “I’ll make sure you feel good, baby, I promise.”

You felt your cheeks flush, a smile creeping across your face that you were grateful Eren couldn’t see from his angle. Jean tucked himself into the crook of your neck, opposite the side Eren could view, and tugged on your ear with his teeth as he whispered, “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You took your lip between your teeth, flushing an even deeper shade of crimson that Jean was just able to see before his lips collided with yours, slow and sweet, as he sighed through his nose.

“Jean,” you kissed back needily, mumbling against his lips in a soft whine as his fingers sank deeper inside you.

“Is that his fucking name?” Eren barked and you corrected yourself, tensing against Jean, who grabbed your hip, rubbing his thumb against it as a soothing gesture.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, shifting your hips on top of his, “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

“C’mere, babygirl,” he retracted his hand from your core, grasping beneath your thighs with two strong hands as he lifted you up and hovered you over his cock. “Go as slow as you need, okay?”

He held your waist as both your arms encircled his neck, pulling your torso closer to his as you captured his lips, kissing him deeply as you felt his tip push into you. You moaned as his tongue began exploring your mouth, his impressively thick cock stretching your walls so tightly around him as he choked out a groan, which became amplified as you clenched around his length.

“‘Atta girl, baby, taking that dick like a fucking champ,” Eren growled, a sheen of sweat glistening on his torso as he stroked the head of his dick, eyes glued to the way your cunt was sucking in Jean’s massive cock, your juices dripping along the length that you had yet to take.

“Fuck, it’s so big, Daddy,” you whined, pushing a hand into his hair as you brought your torso flush with Jean, who ran a soothing hand up your spine shushing you quietly as he held the back of your neck.

“You can do it, baby,” he pressed a kiss just below your ear as he subdued the urge thrust upwards into you, closing his eyes tight as he let out a deep grunt when finally took all of him in.

“Oh my God,” you panted, feeling so incredibly full that you almost forgot where you were until his hands caught your hips, slowly guiding them up and down, the sensation driving you absolutely wild as you tightened your grip on his hair. “Faster, please, Daddy. Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

“Shit, baby,” he complied without hesitation, helping you bounce on his lap, his cock carving space within your walls that you didn’t realize was there to claim. “Such a good fucking girl. You’re so fucking perfect, babygirl. Takin’ me so well like this,” his soft whispers of praise, swallowed by the moans you were exchanging, had you reeling.

His words, coupled with the glorious sensation of him being driven so deep inside you, rendered you useless for anything besides your fluttering pussy. Words failed you, any other thoughts escaped you. All you knew was the feeling of Jean beneath you, muttering such gentle coos of kindness while his hips mercilessly thrusted in time with yours, pushing him up against your womb over and and over and over again until your eyes rolled back, the pressure becoming too much from penetration alone. Your orgasm came on so suddenly that you almost didn’t recognize it’s arrival until you were spasming around him, choking out nonsensical streams of explicatives as your chest heaved, void of breath.

Eren stood, making his way over to you both on the couch as Jean held you tighter, rocking his hips beneath you as he fucked you through your release, his strong arms holding you steady as you lost all your senses.

“You. Lay down,” Eren nodded towards the far side of the couch and Jean reluctantly complied, groaning quietly while he picked up the both of you and turned, laying back as he kept you close to his chest. “Fuck yeah, that’s perfect. Keep fucking her and don’t you dare fucking cum yet, Kirstein.”

Eren settled one knee onto the couch, taking his stance behind you as he gripped your ass with both hands, striking each cheek suddenly, making you cry out as you looked behind you. His face was deceptively soft as he smiled at you, his palms rubbing the marks he’d left, feeling the jiggle of your ass each time Jean thrusted into you.

“You won’t mind if I take this tight little hole of yours, right, princess?” His thumb came to rest against your asshole, the tip of it nearly plunging in each time your hips came back against it. You mewled, watching in excitement as he slowly dipped a finger in, groaning at the slight sting. “Of course you don’t. Dumb little cocksleeve. You want both of your filthy holes stuffed full of cum tonight, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathed, clinging to Jean tighter, whimpering in his ear as Eren added a second digit, slowly stretching your puckered hole with the excess fluid that had pooled around it from your sloppy cunt.

Jean groaned as he watched, moving his hips more slowly until they stilled to allow Eren to line himself up with your other entrance. A long string of saliva stretched from his lips as he spit onto his cock, spreading the fluid across his length as he slowly pushed inside of you.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you stuttered, nails digging into Jean as he hushed you with more of that honeyed praise that you’d come to crave.

“It’s okay, baby. Think of how good it’s gonna feel. You’re doing such a good job, princess.” A large hand started rubbing circles on your back while another tucked beneath your chin. “Hey, look at me.”

Your glassy eyes met Jean’s, a soft cry leaving your lips as he leaned in and swallowed it, kissing you gently as you moaned, feeling the first wave of pleasure hit you as Eren rolled his hips for the first time.

After that, he didn’t give you much more time to adjust. He set a steady pace right away, growling from behind you as he snapped his hips back and forth. Jean held himself still, his hands returned to your hips as he helped you met Eren’s thrusts. He panted heavily beneath you, his cock growing somehow harder inside you as you rocked along his length, a mixture of ‘yes, sir’s and ‘yes daddy’s’ being pounded out of your mouth as Eren picked up his rhythm.

“You like this, bitch? Like being used like a stupid little fuck toy?” He struck your ass hard, not bothering to wait for a response before he did it again, even harder. “Like feeling useful to me for once, you fucking whore?”

“Yes! Ah—fuck, Sir! Yes, yes, yes,” you propped yourself up by a hand on either side of Jean’s face, shoving your hips back harder against both of their cocks as you begged, teetering on the edge of another orgasm. “C-cum inside me, p-please. Oh, pretty please, Sir. Wan’all your cum, please. Use me, Sir, fucking use me all y’want.”

Jean stared up at your fucked out face, losing his ability to hang out as he exploded inside of you, his hips stuttering as he took over thrusting for you, fucking his hot load deeper into your greedy cunt while Eren’s cock rutted against his inside of you, pulsing as he neared his own high.

“Tell me who fucking owns you, you stupid bitch,” one last harsh strike fell on your behind as Eren’s grip on your ass became brutal, fingers digging into your soft flesh.

“You, Sir!” You yelped, locking eyes with him as you looked back, your mouth hanging open as you struggled to keep your focus while your body wracked with pleasure, sending convulsions through you as you cried out in complete ecstasy.

“You’re damn right.” His eyes fell into a hooded daze as he followed suit, pouring his sticky sweet substance deep into you and thrusting a few more times before he pulled out, marveling at the way it poured back out of you. “Dammit, baby, you look so fuckin’ good like this.”

He leaned down, soothing one cheek with his palm as he pressed a kiss to the other before he sat back on the other end of the couch, allowing you the room to sit up and off of Jean, who held your hand as your legs wobbled. He sprung up to steady you, hands holding your hips as you regained your composure, catching your breath as you stumbled on unsure legs towards Eren, who caught your waist and pulled you down into his lap.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head while your eyes fluttered closed. “You did so good for us. Gonna help clean you up and take you to bed with me, okay?”

Jean stood and began gathering his clothes, suddenly feeling awkward in his post-nut clarity as he watched your embrace. He felt a twinge of jealousy as he witnessed you nuzzle into Eren’s chest, a small, soft smile on your lips.

“Love you,” it was barely a whisper, but Jean heard you mutter the words against Eren’s neck as you placed a kiss to it, and he wished that he hadn’t.

But more than that, he wished that he hadn’t looked over to see Eren’s smug grin. He was staring straight at Jean, eyes narrowed as he spoke in the softest voice that he had ever heard him use as he drew lazy circles against the skin of your shoulder.

“Love you too, baby.”

Without another word, Eren stood, lifting you and carrying you effortlessly into his bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he whispered in your ear that he would be right back to take care of you before he slipped on a pair of boxers and slipped outside of the bedroom.

Jean was tugging his boxers back up when Eren reappeared, stepping in front of his door, so that he could quietly close it behind him, lest you should hear what he had to say.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He seemed almost bored when he asked the question, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“Uh, yeah, guess so,” Jean shrugged, silently wishing that the conversation would end right there.

“Good, I’m glad you had a good time,” he wandered closer, looking as disinterested as ever. “Because, I want you to understand something. Now that you know exactly what you’re missing,” Eren came to stand toe-to-toe with him, eyes hard as he spat his next words. “You should also know that you’ll never have her.”

Jean narrowed his eyes, jaw unhinging to protest, but he was cut off by more of Eren’s venom-laced words.

“Save it. I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve heard you moaning her name while you stroke your dick alone in your room like the bitch that you are. I know all the details about your pathetic little crush on her.”

Jean looked away, unable to find the words to counter Eren’s verbal assault, because he couldn’t feasibly deny a single word.

“That’s what I fucking thought. You couldn’t even help yourself from sweet-talking her while I was right fuckin’ there. Well, now you don’t gotta wonder what her cunt feels like anymore. How good she feels pressed up against you. What a good girl she really is. Now you know. I bet she’s everything you hoped for and then some, huh? Sure hope you’re able to get over her for your sake, because if you so much as breathe in her general direction again, I will fucking end you. Got it?”

Jean grit his teeth, shaking with anger, but unwilling to challenge him as Eren stared him down, “Got it.”

With a smug expression, Eren spun on his heel, tossing a half-hearted salute over his shoulder, not bothering to look back at Jean, “Have fun fuckin’ your fist from now on.”

///Part two teaser///

You were still sore from the evening’s events when you awoke in the middle of the night. Eren was sleeping soundly beside you, snoring quietly with his arm draped over your waist.

Carefully, you slid yourself out from underneath his hold, padding across the bedroom to crack open the door and slip through it. You moved slowly in the near pitch black of the living room, relying mostly on memory to guide you to the other side of the apartment.

You held your hands out in front of you, pressing them flush to the door when you found it before you tapped quietly and whispered, “Jean?”

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog/comment if you enjoyed & lemme know if you’re interested in joining the tag list for part two 💚

[egcdeath]

first impressions

pairing: soft!ransom drysdale x reader 

summary: [request] “hmm prompts... Ransom introducing you (a total opposite of him) to his family for the first time, or a Thrombey wedding! if you feel like it” i like where your brain is at anon! but why not a little bit of both? ;)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: pretty fluffy, some angst, toxic family dynamics

author’s note: this has been super lightly edited so pls forgive any mistakes <3 click here if you’d like to be added to my taglist & all reblogs are super appreciated!

You felt slightly out of place driving through the neighborhood of your youth in the passenger seat of Ransom’s beloved Beamer. Thinking of how your parents would react to your boyfriend, let alone his lifestyle of excess, made your heart rate increase, and you shuffled a bit in your seat unconsciously as a result of your nerves. As if he were reading your thoughts, Ransom set a steady hand on your knee and gave it a tiny reassuring squeeze before parking in front of the curb ahead of your home. 

Nervously exiting the vehicle, you watched wordlessly as Ransom grabbed your overnight bags from the trunk, and hauled them over his shoulders. Still saying nothing, you reached out and grabbed Ransom’s hand, constricting his circulation as you strolled up to your door, and rang your own doorbell.

When your mother whipped open the door and offered you an excited grin, you finally were able to let out the breath that you weren’t even aware you were holding.

“Goose!” your mother cheered, squeezing the life out of you while you snuck a glance at Ransom who seemed rather amused by the childhood pet name. “And who’s this?” she asked, pulling away from you and looking him up and down.

“I’m Ransom, your daughter’s boyfriend,” he announced with confidence, offering your mom friendly smile, before glancing back over at you and raising his brows the slightest bit. 

“Finally putting a face to the name, then. I’ve heard all about you from this one. Come on in,” she gestured for the two of you to enter. “Y/N can show you to her room, and dinner will be ready in about a half hour,” with that, your mother was off, and you were once again alone with Ransom.

You showed him up to your room, where he set down the bags and flopped down onto your bright pink duvet.

“Goose, huh?” he questioned, rolling on the hyperfeminine twin mattress. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, before sitting down next to the headboard of the bed.

“Do you think she liked me?” Ransom asked, seemingly out of nowhere. “Did you tell her good things about me?”

“Since when do you care about what other people think of you?” you giggled a bit, and planted your fingers in Ransom’s hair. 

“I care because…” he thought for a moment, calculating just how honest he wanted to be. “I care because this is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and I want my future parents-in-law to like me.”

“We’ve been together for like, a year, Ran. But I applaud your commitment to me,” you massaged his scalp as you spoke, and ignored the butterflies floating throughout your torso at his mention of marriage. 

“Well? Do you think she likes me?” he asked once again. 

“Mmm, I like when you care about things,” you pressed a little peck to his forehead, and hovered a bit over his face. “She said like, 20 words to you, max. But after dinner I’m sure they’ll like you. At least I hope they will.”

Ransom playfully swatted at you. “How comforting. Wait, stay right there,” he reached up and held the hand that was massaging his scalp in place. 

——

By the time dinner came around, you seemed to have switched emotions with your partner, as you were feeling much more relaxed, and Ransom on the other hand, was not.

He kept a hand on your knee under the table in what seemed like a grounding technique, squeezing every now and then while your father plated your meals.

“So, how did you two meet?” your father questioned, sitting down beside your mom.

“We met while we were volunteering at the Humane Society together,” you gushed, glancing over at your partner who was nervously sipping his water, then back at your parents. “He always seemed so pissed in the beginning. I mean, the amount of times I saw him growling obscenities while tugging on harnesses, or playing the most unenthusiastic games of fetch I’d ever seen in my life is astounding,” you laughed softly, and looked over at Ransom once again as if you were cueing him to speak.

“Yeah, I really didn’t like it there at first. Not really a dog guy, but my grandad said it was community service or no allowance, and I was not interested in the latter,” he chuckled awkwardly and received confused expressions from your parents, which granted you an SOS squeeze on the knee. 

“Um, anyway, one day we were closing, and I went into the last cat suite, and there grumpy old Ransom was, cuddling with Garfield, you know, the old cat with the three legs, and it was literally the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Especially ‘cause Garfield is so hard to please,'' you paused to take a bite of the food in front of you. “We started talking more after that, then he asked me out, and of course I said yes. I guess the rest is history.”

“Aw, Goose, that’s so cute!” your mom cooed, but the moment didn’t last too long. 

“What do you do for work, Ransom?” Your dad asked, tilting his beer at the man. 

“I’m currently in between jobs. But, uh, I’ve been doing a lot of volunteer work.” 

Your father nodded wordlessly and paused for a second. “Volunteering get you a Beamer?”

“Dad!” You interrupted in a yelp, “please.” You frowned as you looked between the men. 

“Y/N, it’s fine. It’s a good question, but I got it as a gift a few years back. And, you know, my family’s comfortable.”

Before your father could respond, your mom popped in to save the conversation. “No money talk at the table, please. Tell me more about your relationship,” she gave both of you a sympathetic look. 

——

After that, dinner went on without much of a hitch, and you agreed upon doing the dishes with your mother while your father and boyfriend prepared a little fire outside.

“He seems sweet,” she commented after a long period of silence. 

“I’m glad you think so. He was really worried about you not liking him, and honestly, I was too,” you rinsed the last glass before setting it in your dishwasher.

“I just want you to be careful, okay? When you have that much money, people do strange things, or say things they don’t mean and expect you to just take it. He seems like a good boy, but just don’t let your guard completely down. The last breakup you went through-“

“Stop, I get it,” you sighed softly. 

“This doesn’t mean I don’t like him. I just don’t want to see you that hurt again,” she gave your arm a soft squeeze. “Let’s go stop your dad from catching a murder charge,” she beckoned you to follow her out to the backyard, where your boyfriend and dad were… laughing together? If you weren’t so relieved, it’d almost be off-putting. 

The rest of the night went alarmingly well, Ransom finding a way to bond with both of your parents after an awkward first half of the evening. As the two of you crawled into your tiny bed and spooned while drifting off to sleep, Ransom slurred a tired ‘I think they liked me,’ into your ear. 

From that point on, Ransom’s position within your family only became better. For the first time, he was welcomed into a familial environment that wasn’t more toxic than a Chernobyl cooling tower, and Ransom was loving it. After suggesting to spend that year’s Thanksgiving at your parents’ home, spending the holidays with the L/N family became a frequent occurrence for the two of you. 

Though you occasionally wondered why you were four years into a relationship with the man, and still hadn’t met his family, which to your understanding, was rather large, you had better things to concern yourself with. You understood and respected that Ransom’s relationship with his own family wasn't the best, from the little that he shared with you, but occasionally curiosity often got the best of you.

Yet, things seemed to shift after your engagement. In the midst of dress fittings and cake tastings, Ransom had decided that it was finally time for you to meet the rest of the Thrombey clan, and that there was no better time than Harlan’s book release party, which was being celebrated out in California, at the Thrombey Vineyard.

In your years of relationship, you’d become no stranger to luxury, and the finer things in life, but arriving at the Vineyard put you in awe at just how affluent these people were. Perhaps that’s what happens when you’re one of the great writers of your time, and your offspring go off to become equally “self-made” successes.

You were a bit tired from the three hour difference between Boston and Sonoma Valley, and as soon as you hopped out of the car at the vineyard, you could only think of getting to your room, out of your baggy travel clothes, and to sleep as soon as possible. 

Trailing behind Ransom, you looked around at the vast expanse of crop-filled land around you in astonishment while you walked up the cement path to the mansion, not really noticing the petite woman with curled blonde hair, and an oversized straw hat approaching you. 

“Oh gosh, you must be Y/N!” she said gleefully. “I’m Joni. I’ve seen you all over Ranny’s Insta,” she paused and looked you up and down. “Well, you do look a little different there,” she chuckled.

“That’s great, Joni. Maybe you can Tweet about how exhilarating and life changing this experience has been for you to all your little pyramid scheme friends.”

“You’re always so rude, Hugh,” she sneered.

“I forgot about your chronic victimhood. Goodbye, Joan,” he rolled his eyes, and practically tugged you inside the massive building in front of you, before dragging you up the stairs. You were honestly in a little bit of shock at seeing how nasty Ransom got from just a small interaction.

You set your Louis Vuitton Keepal, and aluminum suitcase down on the granite floor of the bedroom, before flopping down, and spreading your limbs out on the massive memory foam bed that sat in the center of the room, “What was that, Ran?” you questioned as he sprawled out next to you.

“The reason why I didn’t want you to meet them. They’re like sharks, looking for anything that even resembles blood in the water,” he threw an arm around you and yawned. “We can talk about this in the morning, though. Right now, I think that both of us need a shower.”

“Speak for yourself, you stink bug.”

“But what if I get lonely in there?” 

“Fine,” you huffed, moving his arm off of you, and heading off to the en-suite. 

That night, as you stared at the blank wall in a vain attempt to quiet your mind enough to fall asleep, you questioned if coming to meet Ransom’s family was more of a mistake than you initially anticipated.

The next morning felt a bit frantic. You and Ransom woke up a few hours before everyone else, as they’d been in California for a few days now and had adjusted to the time difference, while you two had not. An in-house chef made you two a gourmet buffet of a meal while housekeepers laid out your clothes back in your room, and you were feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the sudden interferences in your life. Though it was nice to not have to do all of the work, you weren’t sure how you felt about other people doing it for you. 

The majority of your day felt similar to that morning. You quickly realized that Ransom’s fortune was just a small portion of the Thrombey estate, and that his family were essentially a bunch of monsters with money. Throughout the day of horse riding, wine tasting, and wine painting workshops, you couldn’t help but notice how they turned their noses up at you, treating you, and the staff working at the vineyard, like some sort of outsider. 

Your alienation only became more apparent during Harlan’s celebratory dinner, when insults and sneers were tossed at both you and Ransom for being together. 

“Are you trying to get revenge on us, or something?” Richard asked at one point, gesturing to you, and catching you completely off guard, 

“Why would you say something like that?” Ransom asked, trying not to let his offence show as his jaw clenched.

“It’s just not like you to want to settle down, especially with someone like… her,” he spoke about you like you weren’t sitting right there.

“No, I agree,” Walt added. “For once in our lives I agree with you,” he laughed aloud, and a few other folks at the table laughed with him. “Can you believe that after all these years, we’re bonding over Ransom’s little girlfriend?” 

You weren’t even sure how to react, so you laughed awkwardly along with them, and stared blankly at the vast expanse of grape trees behind the row of Thrombey and their friends. What you would give to sprint out into that, and never come back. 

Ransom looked to you in your obvious discomfort, and grabbed your knee, offering it a little reassuring squeeze before he interrupted them. 

“You know what? All of you dickheads can eat shit. Y/N is really the only person who matters to me at this point, and you pricks need to respect that. Hell, you need to respect her.” 

“Look at little Ranny, getting all soft,” Walt chided. 

He ignored the comment and continued on, “And If I don’t start hearing apologies soon, every single one of your wedding invites have a one way ticket to the shredder.”

A silence fell over the table. You were a bit surprised too, since your invites had already gone out, and Harlan was the only Thrombey to receive one.

“...You’re getting married?” Meg asked, breaking the silence. “Why wouldn’t you tell us?” 

“Why do you think?” you muttered, pushing around a few things on your plate before standing up, and pushing your chair away. “Excuse me.”

You knew that by leaving, you were only opening yourself up for more criticism, but you genuinely weren’t sure that you’d be able to take one more second of hostility. You pushed your chair back in, before heading off the patio, into the gigantic home, and up to the room that you’d claimed.

You rolled on top of the bed, and screamed into a feather filled pillow. It wasn’t too long after when tears stung your eyes as you came to the conclusion that these monsters were just a few months away from becoming your in-laws.

You thought you’d heard the most of it after the table, yet a prompt knocking at your door proved otherwise. Letting herself in, you turned to face Ransom’s mother herself, and you just knew that you were in for it.

“Listen, you whore,” Linda began in a sharp, yet quiet tone, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do with my son. Isolate him from us. Try to ‘change him’ like I know you think you’re doing. But just know that at the end of the day, he’ll always pick us. You’ll always be the second choice, especially when Ransom realizes that you barely have a dime to your name, and his bank account starts to runs dry,” she approached you, and pointed an accusatory finger towards you. “You’ll never be anything but a disgusting, sloppy little gold digger. You may be his toy of the week, but at the end of the day, you’re just an afterthought. I suggest that you get out of his life sooner than later. I’m sure Ransom wouldn’t mind, considering we already have your replacement with one foot in the door,” she gestured over to the window facing the back patio, where Ransom was chatting with a brunette woman that appeared to be quite a few years younger than himself.

“You’re cute, Y/N. Really! It’s cute that you’re thinking right now that he would never leave you, cheat on you with some new, younger, hotter piece of ass. Just know that you don’t know Ransom as well as you really think you do. I can promise you, it’ll be much easier to break off an engagement than it’ll be to get a divorce. Especially with that prenup he’s considering dropping on your desk any day.” she tutted as if she cared. “Well, sweetheart, it was great meeting you. I’m glad that these were our first and last words together,” she gave your back a pat before leaving the room, and you looked out the window in shock. 

Shaking as you dig into the pocket of your sundress, you sent Ransom a simple ‘help’ message, before setting your phone aside and trying to pack your belongings in as quick of a manner as possible.

When Ransom opened the door, a steady stream of tears and mascara was staining your face, while you urgently threw things into your suitcase.

“Goose, what happened?” he gasped, hurrying over to your kneeling form, and setting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Why,” you sniffled. “Why would you let her come up here and say all that shit to me!” you croaked, swatting his hand away from you. 

“What?” he watched as you pressed down on the overfilled suitcase and frantically attempted to zip it, to no avail. “Linda said she was gonna come apologize?”

“Telling me that I’ll never be enough for you is just a perfect apology,” you muttered, “I need to go home.”

“God,” he grumbled to himself, “This is exactly why I waited so long for them to meet you. Okay, we can go home then. I’ll buy us tickets right now.”

“This is on you too, Ransom. You didn’t tell them about us, like, at all. You had so much time! You couldn’t give Linda a call and say ‘hey I’ve been seeing this girl’ or even tell Harlan to deliver the message for you?” you hiccuped, but continued. “All of this could’ve been avoided if they had four years to adjust to our relationship. Maybe then they wouldn’t call me a whore and a gold digger every other sentence.”

“I was just trying to protect you from them,” he frowned.

You finally managed to zip up the suitcase, and stood up along with it, “well, you clearly did a great job of that.” 

You dusted off the skirt of your dress, and grabbed your phone. “I’ll let you know when our car gets here,” you huffed before walking into the en-suite and closing the door behind you, just to have a moment for yourself (and make yourself look a bit more put together before you leave.)

A tense car ride, and awkward flight later, you marched straight into the guest bedroom, and cocooned yourself under a copious amount of blankets. You felt like you stayed there for years, only getting out of bed to shower and use the restroom, and living off of the crustless sandwiches and jarred spaghetti your fiancé brought to your door. 

You slept most of the time, and in the moments you weren’t sleeping, you were dwelling on every vicious word thrown at you at the vineyard. Every day, you listened to Ransom apologize through the door, yet every day, you questioned if going through with the wedding was truly the wisest idea. 

A few days into your stay in the guest bedroom, you finally allowed Ransom to stay in the room for more than just dropping off food. He sat down next to you in bed, and cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly back and forth against the skin. 

“I don’t know how I can make things right for you,” he said softly. “I really did set you up, and I didn’t even mean to. I should’ve made better decisions, but I can’t change four years ago. But I can keep those heinous people away from you. They’ll never have the chance to do, or say anything like that to you again, okay?” his thumb caught on a tear, which he promptly wiped away. “Just… please don’t leave me. The bed feels too empty without you, and it’s just been a few days. I can’t imagine feeling that emptiness for the rest of my life.”

You whimpered and sat up, abruptly embracing the broad man. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let your idiot family make me question the validity of our relationship,” you muttered into his shirt. 

“I promise you you’ll never have to worry about them again. They had their opportunity to make things right, and they missed it.”

-----

Things were more or less smooth sailing after that fiasco. You found your perfect venue, decided on your ideal Honeymoon spot, and finished your seating arrangements with time to spare, and the next thing you knew your wedding day was around the corner. 

It all seemed to happen so fast, one second you were being walked down the aisle, the next, exchanging vows and rings as aisles of your friends and family members cheered for you, Y/N Drysdale.

Your reception also seemed to slip right through your fingers, your first dance, toasts and cake cutting finding itself over almost as soon as it started. You were grateful that you hired a wedding videographer, as the day was so overwhelming, you weren’t quite sure how much of it you’d remember. 

As you drove off to the airport, Ransom set his hand upon your knee one more time. A warm, fuzzy feeling formed in your chest at the all too familiar gesture. You turned your head from the window to your husband, who was grinning back at you, and couldn’t help but to think of how perfect your wedding ended up, though it felt like it sped by quickly. More than anything, you were grateful that you didn’t give up on Ransom despite his interesting family. 

[gaykey]

I wanna watch some gay stuff but idk what to watch, so like do you have a fav bl list?

ohhhh my beloved, i doooo.

ok, so besides the untamed, because i know you've watched that, my fave are:

we best love (seasons one & two)

why r u

gameboys + the movie (season two is meant to be out soon??)

i told sunset about you, (season one) last night in phuket (one off in between seasons 1 & 2) & i promised you the moon (season two)

a tale of thousand stars

kieta hatsukoi

cherry magic

gen y (season one & and season two is currently airing, but i literally only care about mark & kit)

not me (currently airing)

manner of death

dark blue kiss (but i only care about sun & mork)

a man who defies the world of bl / zettai bl ni naru sekai vs zettai bl ni naritakunai otoko

history 4: close to you (ok, one of the pairings in this show is extremely toxic, and triggering, but the other couple, licheng & muren have my entire heart.)

history 3: make our days count (oh man, this is good. amazing chemistry. intense & emotional. realistic portrayals of family dynamics, but warming: the ending is so sad, and can ruin the whole show in some ways.)

aaaand, hmm, there are a few that i'm not suuuuper into, but you might like.

lovely writer

bad buddy (currently airing. i started it, but kinda drifted away...i might need to get back into it)

2gether

plus, there are a few that are coming out that i'm excited about and, a few that i haven't watched yet that i've heard good things about, so this is by no means an extensive list! ♡

[my-emotional-self]

Toxic Love Chapter 12

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing.  But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings:  18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide, nightmares

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story!  I apologize in advance!

Bright.  It was much too bright in your room.  Opening one eye, you saw that your curtains were left open. ‘Steve’ you thought to yourself as your body began to stretch.  You were sore, all over your body and it brought a smile to your face as you remembered the previous night.  Or, more like early morning.  

Looking around your room you saw that Steve was nowhere to be seen.  He must have snuck out at some point after you passed out.  Throwing the covers off, you saw that you were still in the same shirt as yesterday but now you had on a pair of shorts.  Steve must have dressed you too.

Getting to your feet, you padded over to the bathroom and started the shower.  As you began to undress yourself, you glanced in the mirror. Steve really did a number on you. Fingertip bruises were scattered all over your hips; there were so many you couldn’t even count them all.  

Throwing your hair up in a messy bun, you jumped in the shower and washed your body.  Memories of last flooded your mind.  The way Steve man handled you.  His rough touch on your skin.  His hand on your throat.  And the sex. Fuck, the sex was amazing.  You had only been with John, and none of your sexual encounters with him were good.  No, not with what he did to you.  It was horrible.  You didn’t know sex could feel that good like it did with Steve.  

Drying off, you realized you should probably still wear something long sleeved because of the cuts on your wrist.  So you put on a pair of underwear and then a long sleeved night shirt that went down to your knees.  You wanted to be comfortable today.  

Looking at the clock it was a little after two in the afternoon so you decided to go meet your fate in the living room.  You could only hope that Steve was in a better mood after last night and maybe the three of you could finally just have a talk.  Maybe it was time to come clean about your mental health issues once and for all.  

Making your way out of your room, you saw both Steve’s door to his room was non-existent.  “Hmm.  I wonder what happened there,” you spoke to nobody but yourself as you continued down the hallway.

Bucky was sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of loose shorts, texting on his phone.  You cleared your throat to let him know you were there.

He smiled at you and set his phone down on the table in front of him.  “Hi doll,” he said, no hint of anger in his face or voice.  Ok, so maybe Steve didn’t fill him in on you leaving the tower on your own at night.

“What time did you get back?” you asked as you grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

“A few hours ago actually. I just showered and figured I’d relax the rest of the day,” he replied, his eyes watching you.

You nodded, taking a sip of your water.  “Umm, where’s Steve?”

“Actually, I don’t really know,” he said with a chuckle.  “I got a text from him around five in the morning that said he would be gone for the rest of the day.  Punk didn’t tell me anything else.”

“Oh.”  Ok, so now what did you do?  Do you come clean to Bucky about last night?  Taking another sip, you couldn’t help but admire his physique. His body was utterly perfect. Just like Steve’s.  And they were both yours.  How did you get so lucky?

“Is everything alright doll?” Bucky asked, sitting up straighter on the couch.  

Giving him a shy smile, you set your water down on the counter and sauntered over to him.  Your eyes taking in every bit of naked flesh that he showed.  You wanted him.  You wanted him now.  

Gradually you placed your hands on his shoulders and straddled his waist.  

“What are you doing doll?” Bucky’s voice was hungry as you got situated on his lap.  His fingers rested on your exposed thigh and you hummed at how good it felt.  

Moving forward, you nipped at his pulse point before soothing it with your tongue.  Bucky’s fingers dug into your flesh.  You loved the stark contrast between his flesh hand and his metal hand.  One warm and one cold.  

“I want you Bucky,” you purred in his ear, giving his lobe a quick nibble causing him to jolt.  Bucky began to stiffen.  Not just his posture, but h is cock as well.  Teasing him, you began to rub yourself up and down his stiffening length.  

“Wait doll.  Stop,” he breathed out.  Pulling away, you frowned at him.  “No.  It’s not that I don’t want to.  Fuck doll I want you so bad.  It’s just that.  Well, Steve’s in charge so he should be with you first.  He’d honestly probably be pretty upset if he didn’t get to you first.”

You slowly smiled at him, biting your lower lip.  Pulling up the bottom of your night shirt, you showed off what Steve had done to you the night before.  Bucky’s eyes went wide as his fingers caressed softly over the marks.  “Steve already had me last night.  Now it’s your turn.”

Bucky’s head snapped up. His eyes locking onto yours. There was no denying the lust behind those blue eyes of him.  

In one swift movement, his metal hand gripped the small amount of clothing covering your core and ripped it from your body.  You gasped in surprise and it only made you more aroused.  

Your lips connected with his in a fierce kiss.  One that made your toes curl.  His flesh hand snaked into your hair, holding you close as your wet core ground down on his length.  Bucky sucked on your bottom lip before letting go with a pop.  Just like Steve’s the night before, Bucky’s eyes were dark. His pupils blown wide to the point you couldn’t even see his blue orbs anymore.  

“I want you Bucky. Please. I need you in me,” you begged, wanting to feel that fullness of his cock inside of you.  

His flesh fingers teased your wet folds before circling your clit.  “Oh baby girl,” he mewled.  “You are so ready for me.”

You whimpered at his words, nodding your head because yes.   You were in fact so ready for him.  

“Lift up doll,” he urged and you lifted onto your knees giving Bucky just enough room to pull his shorts down to his knees.  

He held his stiff cock in his hand and helped guide your hips until you sunk down on him.  Both of you rolled your heads back in pleasure. He was just as big as Steve and he filled you up so full.  You never knew it could feel this good.  

Your forehead met his, giving yourself a minute to adjust to him.  All you wanted was to stay like this forever.  But you wanted more.  Craved it. Desired it.  

Rising up on your knees, you slowly sunk back down onto his length.  You did this over and over again.  Teasing Bucky.  Torturing both him and yourself.  It was fun being in control of your movements.  But it didn’t seem like Bucky was too patient.  

A low grumble came from Bucky’s chest and before you knew it, his hands were gripping your hips and guiding you up and down.  His grip wasn’t as tight as Steve’s and you were wondering if he was being gentle since you already had bruising there.  

“You feel so good doll,” Bucky rasped as his eyes watched himself where he was connected with you. It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.  

“Bucky.  Faster,” you pleaded.  

Bucky, always the pleaser, didn’t want to disappoint his girl.  He picked you up off of him as he got off the couch.  He guided you back onto the couch on your knees.  Your legs dangled off the couch as your hands were placed on the back.  In one swift motion, Bucky sunk into you from behind.  A soft cry came from your lips at the new angle.  

“You are perfect doll,” Bucky grunted as his metal hand palmed your ass.  “So fucking perfect.”

His movements were slow at first.  Teasing you. But then he began moving faster; snapping his hips into you with such force you saw stars.  Your knees were starting to hurt but you didn’t give a damn. The pleasure Bucky was giving you was more than enough to make up for it.  

Your orgasm was fast approaching and Bucky reached his hand around the front to help you out.  His rough fingers came in contact with your swollen clit.  

“Are you going to cum for me baby girl?  Hmmm? I want to feel that beautiful pussy of yours clench around me,” he growled, his hips and fingers working furiously.  

The sound of his voice and those words were all it took to set you off.  You screamed his name as an earth shattering orgasm rippled through your body; your eyes shut so tight all you saw was blackness with white dots.  

Bucky’s fingers worked you through your orgasm and before you were even finished, Bucky was right behind you.  His grunts and moans filled the living room as his hips stilled and you could feel his warm seed filling you up.  

You winced as Bucky pulled out of you and you both collapsed into a heap on the couch.  

~~~

Later that evening you were curled up with Bucky on the touch watching a movie.  

“What is that thing?” Bucky asked and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.  

“It’s Falkor!  He’s a Luck Dragon!  Isn’t he cute??”

Bucky looked down at you where you were nestled into his side.  “Cute?  That thing is creepy looking.”

You gasped in shock. “Bucky Barnes!  How dare you say about Falkor!  Take that back!”

“Never,” Bucky growled as his fingers attacked your sides, tickling you relentlessly.  Your laughter was contagious, making Bucky laugh.  

The elevator dinged and Bucky ceased his tickling torture.  Steve stepped off the elevator.  He looked sad and disappointed.  

Fear encroached you. That nagging feeling in the back of your mind coming full force.  Fear of rejection.  Fear of abandonment.  Was he so disappointed in you and your acting out that he wanted to end things?  

Steve dropped his head to the ground and turned to talk away towards his room.  

You scrambled off the couch. No.  You wouldn’t let this happen.  

Jogging to his room, you could hear Bucky following you closely.  

Since there was no door to Steve’s room, you walked right in and saw him standing near the window, looking out into the orange and pink dusk sky; his hands in his pockets.  

“Steve?” you asked softly as you padded your bare feet over to him.  “Is, is everything ok?”

He didn’t turn around to look at you.   “No Y/N, everything is not alright.”  Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach.  “We need to talk.”

[rocorambles]

Kinktober Day 9: Brat Taming

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationships, NSFW, Non-Con, Whipping, Degradation, Mafia AU

Author’s Note: This could be considered as being part of the same AU as my Mafia Oikawa fic, but can also be read alone! Link to the Yandere Mafia Oikawa fic here. 

It’s amazing how much Oikawa let you get away with. Matsukawa can’t even remember a time where you showed even a hint of fear despite being surrounded by men who could kill you in a matter of seconds, who could torture you until you wished you were dead. You’ve always just been attached to Oikawa at the hip, hanging off his arms at events, sitting in his lap during meetings. And he doesn’t think Oikawa is really capable of love, but whatever you two had was as close to the sickening L word as possible when you’re part of the mafia. 

Matsukawa had seen you as merely eye candy in the beginning when Oikawa had one day introduced you to everyone and he had brushed you off as just another plaything for the boss to toy around with until it broke. But then months passed and then years and you were still around, brazen in your attitude, sharp with your words, mocking with your actions. Overall, just a brat. And yet it seemed that no matter what you did or what you said, no matter the chaos you caused internally, no matter the outright disrespect you showed to Oikawa, the brunette just waved it off, laughing the overall tension away. Sure, you were “punished” from time to time, but when your punishments just ended with your pleasured screams and you proudly displaying your new love marks to everyone the next day, it was hard to take them seriously. 

He wondered if Oikawa was becoming soft, weak, but he didn’t question the man. He’d stood by his side far too long to turn his back on him now and he thanks whoever’s listening that he decided to stay loyal when he accidentally walks in on the two of you while he’s on his way to deliver a message to Oikawa. And if he thought you were attractive before, the sight of your wanton face full of lust as Oikawa penetrates you over and over again is seared into his brain now. He knows he should immediately turn and leave, come back later, but he’s rooted to the spot and he can feel his cock twitch as he fully takes in your lewd moans and before he realizes it, his hand is palming his bulge and that’s the exact moment you decide to turn your head and he freezes as the two of you make eye contact through the gap of the ajar door. 

Reality and common sense finally come crashing down on him as he swiftly escapes and in the privacy of his room he roughly shoves his pants and boxers down, hurriedly rubbing himself off to the mental picture of your naked body lewdly arching as if it were begging for more, putting itself on display for its owner and as thick spurts spill all over his hand, he wonders what it would be like to be the one who owned you. 

It’s just a thought he had in a moment of passion, he reasons to himself. There’s no way he’d take you right from under Oikawa’s nose. And so he ignores you. Or at least he tries to. But maybe you’ve been hanging around Oikawa for far too long, maybe that’s how you’ve become so relentless and unknowing of when to stop with your brattiness and teasing. And Matsukawa grits his teeth as you purposefully seek his gaze, languidly and sensually licking and sucking anything your mouth can get a hold of while you stare at him, subtly touching yourself and moaning like a whore whenever he’s nearby. But the breaking point is when he’s seated across from Oikawa and you at dinner one day and he stiffens in shock when he feels something grinding against his groin. He subtly looks under the tablecloth and something begins to burn hot and heavy inside of him when he sees your silky stocking clad feet playing with him, fondling his rapidly hardening cock, and suddenly it’s your turn to stiffen in shock when he menacingly smiles at you. Excitement builds inside of him at the fear in your eyes as you immediately retract your legs and sink deeper into Oikawa’s hold on you.

Interesting. Looks like you could be tamed after all. 

Matsukawa plays the long game and he waits and waits until finally one night, after a successful raid that he’s led, a drunk and high Oikawa slaps him hard on the back in congratulations, asking him what he wants as a reward. And he takes a deep breath before determinedly asking for a taste of you. 

The room freezes and for a second his life flashes before his eyes, but when Oikawa merely shrugs his shoulders and tells him that you’ll be waiting in his bed tonight (after all, you’re a small price to pay for a life-long friend, someone he considers a brother), he pins you down with a triumphant grin that twists into something more feral at the panic racing through your eyes.

He thinks it’s adorable that even when you’re cornered and trapped, you try to put up a strong front, throwing coy words at him as you seductively posture yourself on his bed and only the slight tremor in your voice gives any indication of the true fear coursing through you. 

“Aww did you get tired of just imagining me? How many times did you jack off to the memory of Oikawa fucking me while you stood there watching like a creep? Come on. Let’s get this over with. I bet you’ll cum just from sticking your tip in me.”

Clearly you’ve let the heady power of being Oikawa’s favorite toy get to you, trick you into thinking you’re untouchable. Oh how wrong you are and Matsukawa enjoys the thrill he feels as realization slowly but surely sinks into you when he roughly flips you onto your stomach and removes his belt and all that fills the room are your agonized screams mixed with the slicing of air as leather whips down on you leaving bright red welts in their wake. He doesn’t stop until your lungs and hoarse throat won’t even allow you the luxury of voicing your pain and when you’re finally silent he slides a hand under your chin and forces you to look up at him.

Hmm. Looks like you have a bit more training to go through to tame the fire he still sees flaring within you, but you’re getting there. And he smiles as you remain silent despite the hate radiating in your eyes as he purposefully digs his blunt nails into the painful lash marks on your soft skin. 

So maybe he’s gone a bit overboard, but really you only have yourself to blame. Matsukawa has always been thorough and you just have so many rebellious quirks he needs to force back into shape. Luckily for you, he’s a patient man who never leaves a project unfinished and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how resistant you are. There’s just something about you that makes him want to break you to pieces and rebuild you into the perfect toy and that’s just solidified by the smoldering embers he still sees in you as you weakly sneer and spit at him even with his cum smeared all across your face, even with both your lower holes gaping and used, a mix of blood and semen pooling underneath your limp body.  

And spurred on by his desire to fully dominate you, his fingers are racing across his phone as he makes a few calls and switches around some bodies. Matsukawa is known for his more...sadistic tendencies...and mixed with his connections to various underground body cleaning companies, it’s not hard to convince a furious Oikawa that there had been a terrible accident when he lost control of himself around you and the mangled bloodied corpse on the bed looks enough like you to make the lie believable. Sure, he’ll need to make it up to Oikawa with an irritating amount of favors and ass kissing, but it seems like a small price to pay when he gets to go back home to you, his little pet project. 

And when things finally blow over and the dynamics of the gang are back to normal as Oikawa finds a new pretty plaything to mess around with, the higher ups crassly joke about your poor fate. It’s Hanamaki who first brings it up one night while Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Matsukawa, and him are doing lines of coke. 

“Damn, Mattsun. I know your dick is big, but I didn’t think it was big enough to literally kill someone.” 

The light brown haired man snorts at his own joke, too high out of his mind to care about the way Oikawa slightly pouts at his words and Matsukawa watches in amusement as Iwaizumi growls at them to be a little more respectful of the dead. 

Obviously, it’s an exaggeration to say his dick could kill you, but he wonders how the three men would react if they could see how his cock could make you brain dead now, how just having his cock stuffed inside you is enough to have you lie there like a warm fuck doll for him to use whenever and however he wants. A small part of him wants to show Oikawa how well behaved you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve become, how docile you can be when trained, how even the biggest brats like you can be fully tamed. But his more possessive side wins out as he snorts another white dusty line and he stays quiet as a coil of lust begins to pool in his stomach at the image of your kneeling naked form waiting patiently for him at home.    

[blahkugo]

miss sunny i am here to humbly request a three card spread for me and koko from tokrev (or a one card pull if you're in high demand ofc) thank you ilu i hope you're thriving <3

it’s giving sugar daddy! koko…y’all toxic but i love it

𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖆 × 𝖐𝖔𝖐𝖔

the five of pentacles signifies loss, need, or hardship (typically with earthly materials/wealth). in this reading, it may symbolize your unhappiness with the lack of emotional depth koko provides you. you may think it your fault..."maybe if i was more open, more comforting, more more," but the fact of the matter is, you do all you can to provide warmth and love.

alternatively, this could be a card representing (what you believe is) koko's perception of you. he may see you as someone who absolutely needs him, a person to take care of financially and spoil. (hmm...remind you of anyone?)

alternatively, this could be a card representing (what you believe is) koko's perception of you. he may see you as someone who absolutely needs him, a person to take care of financially and spoil. (hmm...remind you of anyone?)

✦ 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖚𝖕𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖉 | dynamics

key words: dependence, insecurity, fragility

this pairing is extremely volatile; some days you're on top of the world, and others y'all seem to make it your mission to burn it all to the ground.

there's a large theme of co-dependence that keeps you both coming back. koko believes throwing money at you is the answer to all your problems, when all you really want is for him to open up a little. you believe he will eventually change, though he makes no progress...and you enable his toxic behavior in fear of losing him.

in my opinion, you must let go of each other (like...actually let go, laura. don't just give him one night of the cold shoulder and then cave when he buys you a new designer bag). take the time apart to grow and become comfortable with yourselves; only then can this partnership thrive.

✦ 𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 | koko

key words: lively lover, fleeting romance, possibilities

in tarot, wands represent the element of fire. in your eyes, koko is passion personified, and you see endless possibilities in your partnership. his intelligence (especially when it comes to money), drew you to him immediately.

he may have initially come off self-centered or greedy, but it seems that's a characteristic you chose to ignore. that sense of danger and the idea that his eyes may easily wander is what attracted you in the first place; it kept you on your toes, so you think, "how could i fault him for it now?"

[obligatoryidolblog]

Anything but Love (Hwang Hyunjin - Stray Kids)

Genre: Smut, Angst

Pairing: Hyunjin/Reader

Warnings: Master/slave dynamic, toxic relationship, objectification, unprotected sex, sadist!Hyunjin/masochist!Reader, anal, knifeplay, bloodplay

Summary: You followed all of Hyunjin’s rules, except one.

A/N: This is not fun, it’s not really sexy, and it doesn’t have a happy ending. Enjoy!

Masterlist

I lay in the bed, the perfect picture of submission. But we both know it’s a farce. He hasn’t broken me yet, though it isn’t for lack of trying. He knows that my fists aren’t clenched in pain, but in defiance. And I see the anger in his eyes. How did it come to this? When we agreed to this situation, I thought it was what I wanted.

But I‘m not so sure now.

***

I come to myself to find that I am in the shower, the water blasting cold streams on my nude body. How long have I been here? The harsh shivering wracking my body tells me that it has been a while. I drag my eyes open to find him sitting on the closed toilet lid, watching me. I search my memory to find out what I had done this time to deserve the punishment he knows I hate the most.

“You should have known better, _____. You don’t tell me to stop,” he says, leaning forward, his dark eyes narrowing.

That’s right. He had been working on mental bondage with me. As I lay with my arms carefully crossed over my head, fists tight, body shaking with the need to move, he had been slowly, carefully, and methodically working a large dildo in and out of my ass, while periodically biting my skin harshly. He knew I couldn’t stand being invaded in that particular way.

So when he pressed it into me particularly deep, I had instinctively moved, squeaking out a high pitched, “Stop!”

Hmm, guess the mental bondage wasn’t going so well. A tiny flame of pride flared up in me at that fact. He already owned so much of me. Of course, that was what I had asked of him when this started, but I suppose I am just not ready to give all of myself. I look at his face, careful to keep my eyes trained on his lips, and hide my secret victory. I don’t want to be rewarded for it with another five minutes in the freezing shower.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say.

I am not allowed to say his name, but I think it to myself. Hyunjin. How badly I wanted to meet his eyes and say his name with boldness in my voice. But it had gone too far for that. His control over me may not be complete, but it is enough to keep me from openly defying the standing orders. I settle for clasping my fists tight, taking up my position, kneeling, eyes lowered, hands crossed low at my back.

I hear him shift, and the water is shut off. Blessed warmth seeps through me as he drapes a towel around my shoulders. He leans in, brushing a finger over the bruises around my neck, left from the tightening of my collar that had rendered me unconscious.

“I don’t like having to punish you so harshly, kitten,” he whispers, pulling me to my feet and scrubbing the towel over my body.

“Thank you, Master,” I reply, knowing that this will earn me points, though I am mentally shaking my head at his words.

I know he cares for me. I know there is a certain bond between us that is deeper than these dominance games we go through. But everything is overshadowed by the constant reminder that he is just what I call him, my Master. How different could things have been between us had I not been such a fucking masochist, begging him to bring out the sadist I knew dwelled within him?

***

Hyunjin had just stepped out of the studio, blinking in the bright sunlight, when a small form emerged from the shadows. Sighing, he saw that it was a young woman, her eyes trained on him. He was in no mood to deal with a fan. Recording was a grueling process, one that tended to make him more exhausted and withdrawn than normal. Therefore, as she walked up to him he didn’t even attempt a smile.

“Hi,” she said, stopping before him, her eyes sliding up his body, then stopping just before they reached his eyes.

For some reason, that intrigued him. He returned her salutation, looking her over. She was pretty enough, in the usual way. But he was bored with the usual.

“My name is _____,” she went on, clasping her hands behind her back, still staring squarely at what must have been his nose, “I’ve been a fan for years. I was wondering…”

Hyunjin interrupted her, his curiosity getting the better of him, “Why won’t you look at me?”

She paused, her eyes jerking up to his for a moment, then right back to his nose. She stiffened, a flush creeping up her cheeks. He cocked his head to the side, his interest growing. Perhaps she wasn’t so ‘usual.’

“I am looking at you,” she said in a softer, more hesitant voice.

Hyunjin shook his head, replying, “No, you won’t meet my eyes.”

She blushed harder, and he felt a surge of something unknown wash over him. He liked her blush, her discomfort. Where had that come from?

“I dunno, it’s just how I am,” she said softly, shrugging and turning her head away.

Hyunjin licked his lips, realizing that they were suddenly dry. Shaking off the feelings this surreal encounter was building, he rolled his shoulders. This was really starting to make him uneasy.

“What was it you wanted?” he asked, suddenly wanting to get away from this strange girl, and the reactions she was pulling from him.

“I … I was wondering what the context behind Wow was…”

***

It was all that damn song’s fault. I just had to go and read so much into it, and to associate it somehow solely with him. I saw in Hyunjin that dominating personality that I had been longing for. Shifting slightly on the bed, I muse over the life I might have had if I’d never tracked him down, never offered myself to him as a plaything.

There is a metallic glint and the dagger is suddenly laid across my throat. I hear him growl from behind me. I am in my usual position, and he had told me to remain still as he prepared. Damn it all, I just couldn’t please him. And damn me for wanting to.

I feel his breath against my throat, my hair bundled up to remain out of the way of the work he was about to do, and I shiver, causing him to press the edge of the blade harder against my skin.

“Be still, slave,” he whispers.

I swallow, the sound of his voice freezing my movements. I know that what he is about to do will bring pleasure, but there is still the fear.

“Good. Very good,” he murmurs, turning the blade so the flat edge slides down my neck to my chest.

I breathe slowly, the tension building as he holds it there for a minute. In a quick movement, he turns the dagger, pressing the point into my skin. It takes all my control to remain still and silent as he drags it down between my breasts, leaving a shining, shallow cut. As the blood slowly begins to well out, he wraps his arms around my waist, dropping the dagger to my lap. I clench my hands on my thighs, doing my best to keep my hands from moving to cover his.

No matter what he has done to me, no matter how he punishes me, I live for these moments. He caresses my neck with his lips, gathering my blood on the tip of a finger and bringing it up to smear the red fluid across my lips. Unconsciously, I lick it away, unable to withhold a moan. His arms tighten around me in response, and I bite my lower lip to silence myself. Slowly, he pushes my torso forward, until my face is pressed into the mattress, my hips in the air. As his hands slide around to gently glide down my back, I tense. I know he is going to make me pay for my earlier transgression.

“Hands, slave,” he says in a low tone.

Inhaling sharply, I bring my hands behind my back. I feel the leather cuffs encircle my wrists, holding them in place. Leaning in, he places a kiss to my forearm, and I blink back tears. When he is so tender, I almost forget that he has taken over every aspect of my life.

No, that isn’t right. I gave it to him willingly. He is only doing what I asked of him. It’s not his fault that I am having second thoughts.

His hands land on my hips, stroking them lightly, and I am brought back to the moment, my breathing speeding. I am certain that he is about to spread me open, work himself into me, continue the lesson I had so stupidly interrupted. But instead he slides his hands down my thighs, feather-light touches that I am not used to from him.

“Kitten…,” he whispers.

I repress a shiver as his deep voice washes over me. I almost don’t want this softness, this gentleness. It tricks me, makes me feel more than I want to. He is my Master, not my lover. I have to remember that, no matter how tender he may act, no matter how much I wish things could be different. I wish I could hate him. I wish I could roll over and tell him to release me, that I am leaving, that I will no longer tolerate the punishments and lessons.

But I can’t. Underneath it all, I love him. I don’t know how it came about, or why it insists upon remaining in my heart, but there is nothing I can do now. He may never take my mind, but he has a firm hold of my soul. Gritting my teeth, I try to escape these musings and focus on what he is doing. No good could come of my feelings, so they must be forgotten, bottled up and stored somewhere they can never escape.

I hear a lighter strike, and my body stiffens. I know what he is about to do. As my heart speeds, I fight to relax my clenched hands. With no warning, hot metal is laid against the skin of my inner right thigh. Body jerking, I clamp my teeth into my lower lip, vainly trying to not cry out in rapture as there is a burst of sensation then a sudden numbness. The metal is removed, and I lay panting, a slight tremble starting.

“H, for Hyunjin’s,” he says with a smile in his voice, bringing the small bit of metal in the shape of the letter forward so that my glazed eyes could see it.

I let my eyes fall closed, breathing out shakily, “Thank you, Master.”

Damn him for treating me this way so soon after his anger. This sweetness is nothing but another mind fuck. He is trying to throw me off my guard, I know it. He wants to lure me into a false sense of security, calm me before he begins his next plan to make me his entirely. Pressing my face into the bed, I curse myself because it is working.

I feel him shift on the bed, then his lips are on the fresh mark. He reverently kisses it, paying homage to the latest addition to the signs upon my skin of his ownership. Tears escape my clenched eyes to soak into the mattress that I burrow my face deeper into. Why does he always know exactly what to do to quell my anger and hurt? Why do I let him do it? I know it won’t last. Any moment now his hand will close over my throat and the caring man will disappear, replaced by the cold Master.

His lips travel up my thigh from the brand, and my desire quickens. He knows every part of me, what buttons to push to make me feel exactly what he wants me to feel. He reaches the apex of my thighs, and his tongue parts my sex, dragging over my opening. It’s so wrong, this need to feel more of him, to beg him to pleasure me. What have I become?

All thought escapes me as he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking, his teeth scraping teasingly across the hood. No one as cold as Hyunjin should ever cause such heat. Flicking his tongue across it, he bites down, and I nearly move, nearly press back against his onslaught. That’s what he wants. He wants me to slip up, give him reason to use the force that is laying dormant just under his skin. I am nothing but a pawn to him. A pawn he cares for, yes, but a pawn nonetheless.

Pulling away with one last bite, he sits up and trails his hands up my torso to my shoulders. I expect a harsh grip, callous words, but instead he gently pulls my body up so that I am once again kneeling before him. I wince as the fresh mark comes in contact with my calves, sending a dart of pleasure to my core. My eyes widen again, my mind racing as he moves to sit in front of me. Quickly, I drop my eyes, wondering what this new game is.

After a long moment, he speaks, “You’ve been very good, _____. Maybe that punishment taught you something this time. I think you deserve a reward.”

My stomach knots at his words. No, please, not a reward. Do not continue this assault of benevolence. My mind cannot take this. A tear slips past my control, rolling down my cheek. His hand comes into view, his thumb wiping it away.

“You are so lovely when you cry for me,” he breathes.

I want to scream at him to stop, to beg him to not enslave me any further. It hurts. It rips at me to have this love for this man, the man who uses me for his own twisted enjoyment. But I have to endure it silently. I brought this on myself. It’s my own fault.

***

Hyunjin watched his slave’s lowered face carefully, looking for any sign of defiance. He had grown so much in his time with her. Never had he felt so right as when he saw her still form, waiting for his next orders, his next touch. She was his, and he treasured that knowledge. Reaching out, he cupped her face. Wanting to give her some tiny fraction of happiness in return, he lifted her chin.

“Look at me, _____,” he said, keeping his tone mild.

He felt her stiffen, and he had to hide a dark smile. He loved when she did that, savored the fact that he could affect her with just a few words. Slowly, she dragged her eyes up, finding the center of his face. Working his features into a mask of warmth, he stroked her jaw with his thumb.

“No, look at me, kitten. My eyes,” he said, using the one pet name he knew she liked.

Despite the urges to make this another game, another test of her devotion to him, Hyunjin kept his mind focused on giving pleasure to her. He had felt her drawing away lately, and he needed her now. She was the one person who made no demands of him, had no expectations. He made the demands. He was in control. He needed that.

Her breathing became audible again as she timidly met his eyes. So rarely had he seen them directly, the depth of her gaze still affected him. She seemed to see right to the core of him. Inhaling a steadying breath, he reminded himself that she was the slave and he the Master. He would give her this, but he would not let a pair of searching eyes throw off their carefully tuned balance of power. Scanning his mind as he stared into her eyes, he decided on the best way to draw her back under his complete sway.

Leaning in, holding her gaze, he kissed her, allowing his lips to linger before he finally closed his eyes. Very rarely did he kiss her like this, and he felt her relax a bit as he carefully slid his tongue out to claim hers. As their tongues danced together, his hands moved to her shoulders, slipping down her arms to the hands bound behind her back.

Unbuckling the cuffs, he felt her inhale sharply. He smiled against her lips, knowing he would rid her of this recent reluctance. Breaking the kiss, he tossed the cuffs away, meeting her eyes again. She quickly lowered them, and he allowed the smirk he had been fighting to spread across his face. She was almost trained perfectly. Perhaps this tenderness would be the final mark upon her, making her wholly his.

Taking hold of her wrists, he lifted her hands, placing them on his cheeks. Her eyes clenched shut again, a fresh tear falling. Yes, this would work. He brushed his fingers across the backs of her hands, then leaned in to run his tongue over the cut he had made on her chest. The blood had slowed, beginning to dry, and he lapped at it, gathering it up before raising his head.

Tentatively, her hands slid back from his face to thread through his hair, and he fought a growl. He would not force her to remain still when he was rewarding her. Finding the dagger again, he lifted it, placing the point to her jaw line. Her hands tightened a bit in his hair, and he clenched his teeth. He stroked the flat of the blade against her skin for a moment, then turned the edge to the skin where her shoulder met her neck. A thin line of blood pearled up, and he tossed the dagger away, attaching his mouth to the fresh cut.

As he worked it with his tongue swallowing the traces of her fiery blood, she gasped. As the taste of her vital fluid filled him, he placed his teeth to the wound, incising, drawing out more blood. Ever so slightly, she melted, her back arching, pressing herself against him. His hands found her hips, and he jerked, laying her back, leaning over her, his mouth never leaving her skin.

Her hands clenched on his hair, and he finally pulled back, licking the last remnants of blood from his lips. He studied her face, her eyes still closed, tears trailing down her cheeks. His smirk returned, seeing her giving over to his ministrations. Slowly, he worked his hands down her body to her thighs, parting them and moving to kneel between.

Her breathing sped as he skimmed his fingers to her inner thighs, brushing them up to her core. He parted her lower lips with a finger, teasing at her clit, and her hands fell from his hair, moving unconsciously to cross over her head. He smiled. Yes, the training was working beautifully. Lowering his head, his hair trailing across her skin, leaving a wake of goosebumps, he pressed a kiss to her chest, sliding two fingers into her sheath.

Her hands clenched as he curled his fingers inside her, the thumb of his hand coming to scrape the nail over the hood of her clit. Unable to withhold every ounce of his inner sadist, Hyunjin began to leave a path of shallow bite marks across her chest, lowering his mouth to capture the peak of one of her breasts. As his teeth chafed her nipple, he sped the fingers inside her.

When she began to tighten fractionally around his pumping fingers, he left one more bite on her breast and sat up, withdrawing his fingers from her body. Looking up, he saw her fingernails cutting into the palms of her hands, her lip caught between her teeth. Reaching up, he stroked her cheek, mixing her tears with the fluids on his fingers. Her head turned to the side, and he caressed down her neck, positioning himself atop her, his erection cradling against her pelvis.

“Please…” she gasped out, then clamped her mouth shut again, her eyes clenching tighter.

Cradling her chin in his hand, he turned her face to his, asking, “Please what?”

She grimaced, then whispered, “Please don’t touch me like this.”

Hyunjin froze, then asked, his voice taking on a slight edge of warning, “Why? I am trying to reward you.”

Pressing her lips together, she opened her eyes, focusing on his mouth, and whispered, “Because… I don’t want to love you. But you make me. Especially when you behave like this.”

Her words took a moment to sink in. Hyunjin remained motionless atop her, his mind whirling. She had said the one thing that would ruin the happy little existence they had carved out together. ‘Love.’ That was exactly what he didn’t want. Love puts pressure on you. Love had expectations. He had trained her so damn carefully to never have any of that towards him. And now it was all ruined.

Anger flashed over him, and he quickly gripped her hips, pulling her tight against him, his fingers digging in deep enough to leave bruises. She jerked in surprise, and her hands quickly clenched again over her head. She didn’t want gentle? Fine. He didn’t either. He wouldn’t have this woman use that horrible word to him, ever again. ‘Love.’ It rang around his skull, taunting him, proclaiming his failure over and over.

He pulled his hips back, aimed, and slammed into her. Back arching, she choked back a shocked cry. His lip curling back in a snarl, Hyunjin sat up on his knees, pulling her hips with him, taking up a rough tempo of thrusts. As he bucked into her, his hips ringing out a satisfying smack against her thighs with each thrust, he glared down at her, watching her writhe. He would not chastise her this time for not remaining still. He had failed with her. None of it mattered anymore. He would take his pleasure this one last time, and it would be done.

She had seemed so perfect, the exact person he needed. But she was just another burden, one more in a long line of people who grew too attached to him. His fingernails biting into her skin, he sped his thrusts, ignoring the tiny sounds of pleasure escaping her. He wanted nothing more than to be done with her. Her passage clamped down on his cock, and he grunted, his orgasm on the brink.

Without even registering her cries, he pulled out, dropping her hips, and wrapped his hand around his dick, pumping a few times. With a deep growl, his climax broke over him, jets of thick white shooting from him, coating her stomach. Milking himself with a few more strokes, he shuddered, then looked up at her. Eyes glazed, she slid her gaze to the side, gasping for breath.

Hyunjin swallowed, inhaling sharply, then rolled to sit on the edge of the bed. He lifted a towel from the floor and began cleaning himself of her fluids.

“Get out,” he said in a small, firm voice.

He felt her jerk behind him, then sit up, asking in a shaky voice, “What?”

He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes hard, and replied, “Get out. Go back to your home. I’ll give you the necessary funds. Get your things now.”

“But… why?” she asked, her voice clogged with emotions that only set his teeth further on edge.

Jumping up, he spun to face her, charging, “I never gave you permission to have feelings! I never said you could love me! You broke the first fucking rule of this. Get. Your. Things.”

Turning on his heel, he stormed to the bathroom. He couldn’t look at her anymore. It had been so perfect. And now it was finished. She was too human, after all. She still had emotions. He hadn’t been able to force them all out of her. Leaning his hands on the sink, looking up at the mirror, he shook his head. He could have accepted hatred from her. Fear, worshiping, even adoration, maybe. But not this.

“Anything but love,” he muttered.