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bibbykins · 3 years

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Some Extra Help (M)

First smut of the series! Certainly not the last lmao! I hope you guys like it! Their soft yandere rlly shows here and I’m excited to expand on that dynamic with such an isolated MC who is so oblivious. As always, please do not aspire for unhealthy relationships that I write irl. These relationships only function (and even barely sometimes) in a fictional world. Stay safe and enjoy!

Pairing: Soft Yandere!Yoongi and Jin x Chubby!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+, vibrator gets stuck, cunnilingus, fingering, soft dom! jin and yoongi, sub, kinda brat! reader, crying, some name-calling, daddy kink, sir kink, hickeys, dumbification if you squint, yandere themes, beginnings of an unhealthy relationship, toxic mindset, possessive tendencies

Part of The Household’s Bunny Series

Clad in a black mesh lingerie set with black bunny ears on your head was the last way you thought you would be waiting for the two oldest housemates, but here you were. You never thought you would meet your demise at the hands of a cylindrical chrome bullet vibrator, but here you were.

Your body was so warm from the thrashing it had been doing each time you so much as cough and it turns on. Worst of all, you hadn't even cum once. You were getting edged by this evil vibrator and it was not helping your already shitty situation.

In what felt like the longest five minutes of your life, you heard the elevator ding, “Y/N?” He called for you and you sighed in relief, somehow triggering the vibrator again.

"Yoongi-AH!" The man's heart nearly stopped hearing his name crumble into a moan coming from you, "Fuck." You groaned and he was met with you on your bed that you had in your filming area with a tripod in front of you, ring light on, and lingerie still intact. Although, with your body's movements a strap had fallen down your shoulder.

He made his way to you, "I'm right here, don't worry." He shushed you softly as he grabbed your hand, sitting on his knees as he placed himself at your head, "Are you in pain?" He asked worriedly and you shook your head.

You moved a bit and it turned it off as you sighed in relief, "I keep getting right there, and then it takes it away." You whined, chest heaving, "That hurts, but other than that I'm okay."

He stroked your hand softly, gentle eyes looking down at you, trying his hardest not to be turned on at the sight of you half-naked with a vibrator inside of you, "Is me being here helping?” His voice was always gentler around you.

You nodded as you nuzzled into your joined hands. You had grown rather close with Yoongi in your time here. Granted, you had grown pretty close with everyone in their own way, but Yoongi checked in on you most often and indulged in your clingy nature.

His heart fluttered at the show of affection. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t explain and the PDA only made him feel more and more like an infatuated puppy, “Alright, well, don’t worry, Jin will be here soo-”

"I'm here!" The elevator dinged and revealed the doctor, still in his coat and hurriedly making his way to the both of you, "Are you okay, y/n?" He kneeled at your stocking-clad feet before his eyes snapped to Yoongi.

Sensing the confusion, you spoke up, "I am, and he's here for moral support-OH FUCK!" You moaned sinfully as the vibrator sprang to life, gripping Yoongi's hand and he nearly cursed at the eroticism of it all, but luckily for you, the vibrator stopped just as quickly, "I had pulled my panties to the side and slid the damn thing in, but I was so wet I just lost it-ah!" The vibrator awoke inside of you and you cried out.

Jin tried his best to ignore his growing boner and went into doctor mode, explaining that he would be taking off your underwear, "I just need- I left my gloves in the car oh my-"

"And you call yourself a doctor?!" Yoongi snapped before you squeezed his hand.

"If you gotta finger me, so be it, if you're- mmh- okay with it." You squealed and the older man nodded nervously, stripping you of your underwear, inhaling sharply at the sight before him. Your thick thighs opened shyly for him.

You were glistening and when you spread yourself for him, he fought a choked moan at your beauty. Yoongi fairing no better as you moaned helplessly, his hand being your only tether to Earth at this point. Since day one, all the men in the house were entranced by you. You were beautiful, kind, and unabashedly yourself. Not to mention they all were some of the highest payers on you OnlyFans. And yet, you just saw this as them being some of the kindest people you met or obscenely supportive housemates. This made pursuing you difficult, seeing as all of the people they have ever pursued were able to read in between the lines of their gestures or bold enough to pursue them. Either way, the attraction to you was a poorly kept secret as their obsession and fixation with you only grew. Even with the two most composed men in the house, the air was quickly heavy with their growing arousal as you took your bottom lip in your teeth.

Maybe it was the idea of being watched or the desperation of being edged, but you couldn't help but be that much more turned on by these two attractive men watching you get sexually tortured. Your mind was getting muddled with nothing but a want to be dominated by these men still in their suits. Your back arched when you felt Jin's slender fingers go in, the bloomings of pleasure going with it, "Fuck, yes!" You gasped out, and it was just now both of the men realized, because somehow they hadn't earlier, you were turned on.

Jin had to screw his mouth shut when he felt your walls clench around his finger. You were so warm and wet and fuck, he really wanted to taste you, "Bunny, don't move so much, you'll just get it more stuck." He softly warned and you responded with a strangled whine that made him curse under his breath. He recalled from your videos that you were a needy sub, but he figured you were playing most of it up for the screen. Surely, you didn’t fulfill his fantasies that naturally. Yet, here you were, being a bratty sub he wanted to tease.

"But it feels so good." You gasped out and Jin looked to an equally fucked up Yoongi for help.

Yoongi nodded at the older man before directing his attention to you, which he immediately regretted. Your mouth was slightly parted, tongue nearly peaking out, and when he saw your eyes, he knew you had slipped into subspace, "Baby, be still." His voice was soft, unsure how to proceed, but when you shook your head defiantly, he sighed, knowing what he had to do, "Bunny." His voice was stern now, no longer soft, but it seemed you faltered in your movements, "Am I going to have to hold you down, or are you gonna be still like a good girl?" His eyes were darker now as he scrutinized your form and you whimpered.

Before Jin could chastise Yoongi for succumbing to his desire to dominate you, he felt you clench around his fingers as your body became more still. Oh, so it was working.

"I-I'm trying." You wailed helplessly, near tears.

"I know." He cooed, cupping your face gently, placing a sympathetic kiss on your cheek, "Just keep trying. Can you do that for Jin and I?" He was much softer now that you were listening to him and you nodded with a pout.

"You're doing great, pretty girl." Jin cooed at you similarly, restraint slipping as his finger twisted inside of you, "I almost got it, okay?" You nodded wordlessly but screamed when his fingers touched the vibrating toy. Yoongi had to place his forearm across your stomach to hold you down. Jin nearly had the toy and neither of them wanted to risk your squirming pushing it further in.

"I'm-I'm-" You babbled, chasing your sweet release only to have it ripped away as Jin slid the toy out of you, making you cry fully.

"It's out, sweet girl, why are you crying?" Jin asked lightly as he placed the tiny toy off to the side.

"Please." You begged both of them, tiredly but fully aware, "I just want to cum." Tears were running down your cheeks, "I'm sorry..." You were obviously embarrassed but Jin shushed you softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart, we're not mad." He spoke softly and placed a kiss on your thigh, squishing the skin between his hands, enjoying the plush skin he’s dreamt about for so long under his fingertips, "We can make you cum if you want?" His breath was heavy.

"Please." You croaked desperately.

Yoongi nodded, eyes as soft as ever, "How do you want us, baby?" His voice was low as he wiped some of your tears.

You blinked up at him, "H-However… are you sure you guys want to?" You blubbered and turned to Jin who slid the fingers that were inside you into his mouth, never breaking eye contact until his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, making you gasp.

Jin was usually so composed and polite, but here he was, sucking your juices off his fingers erotically. He had dreamt about the taste of you, but it could not compare to the real thing, the real sweetness of you laying in front of him, wet and desperate. His fingers popped from his mouth and he groaned, "You taste so good, little bunny." He breathed, completely overtaken with lust by now, "Can I really keep tasting you?" He asked, hands stroking your thick thighs until you nodded. He spread you for him and groaned at the sight, "Such a pretty girl." He purred.

"We'll take good care of you, baby." Yoongi promised, leaning down to capture your lips in between his as Jin licked a long stripe up your slip making you moan into the younger man's mouth. His hand slid under your flimsy bra, fingers tweaking your nipples, "You're so pretty when you squirm for us." He groaned, now kissing down the column of your neck as Jin's attempts at going slow were hindered by his excitement to taste you.

He hummed into your pussy, reveling in the squeak that came out of you as he ate you out for all he could. His tongue explored every part your sex had, no surface area left untasted. He genuinely could do this all day if you let him, no place other than on his knees making you feel good sounding better. He watched as Yoongi's lips wrapped your hardened nipple, making you moan, spurring Jin on to dip his tongue into your entrance.

You gasped out, on hand threading into Yoongi's hair as the other went to Jin's, making both of the men groan, "Feels so good, Sir." You rasped, bringing cocky smiles to both of the men's faces.

You wanted to squirm but Yoongi held you firmly in place as Jin fucked you with his tongue, "You feeling good, crybaby?" He whispered lovingly, leaning up to nip your ear lobe.

"Yes, Sir, so good." You moaned out, "Please don't stop, I'm so close." You begged and Yoongi chuckled darkly in your ear, fingers still stimulating your nipples.

"Well when you beg so pretty," He pinches your nipple a bit harder, making you jolt, "How can we make you cum just once?" He chided.

This made your eyes roll back as Jin pressed his face into you further before pulling back for a moment, fingers gingerly making circles around your clit, "Alright, pretty girl, you're going to cum on my tongue and then I'll let Yoongs taste you, okay?" His eyes dart to you as you nod, but his eyes narrow, "You can talk, can't you?" He teases, fingers slipping in and pressing into your clit from the inside, "Or are you just going to cum like this." He sped up his circles as he bluffed hut you shook your head desperately.

"No Sir, please!" You cried out, "Please, wanna cum on your mouth- AH!" Before you could even finish, Jin dove his tongue back into you.

You nearly screamed as you felt the long-awaited orgasm creep up on you, "I can tell you're about to cum so pretty, aren't you baby?" Yoongi teased as he leaned into to kiss you, taking your moans into his mouth.

"Can I cum, daddy?" You begged, making the men tending to you moan.

"Of course, baby." Yoongi murmured into your mouth, "Be a good girl and cum so I can clean you up." That was all it took for the coil to snap as an earth-shattering orgasm overtook your body, screaming for the whole building to hear as he kissed your neck.

Jin rode you through the orgasm with blissful hums until it was time for him to pull away, "That was beautiful, bunny." He praised, "Think you can handle another so Yoongs can have a taste?" He asked sweetly.

You nodded, "Yes, Sir." You breathed and Yoongi's tongue clicked, catching your attention.

"I kinda liked us being your daddies." He pouted mockingly and he watched embarrassment creep onto your face, so he leaned over your, "Come on, baby, are you ready for me to taste you?"

"Yes, daddy." You muttered shyly, making him smile before going to switch spots with Jin.

Jin approached you with a kind smile and gentle eyes as he knelt down to give you a kiss, "Hi, beautiful." He mused and before you could respond, Yoongi dove into you face-first like a man starved. You gasped, gripping Jin's forearm, "You taste divine, but it is nice to see your pretty face all twisted in pleasure." He leaned in for a deeper kiss, tongue massaging your own as you moaned into his mouth.

You felt Yoongi spread your lips before he stiffened his tongue to provide pressure on your clit as he drew circles around it. You gripped his hair, trying to pull him closer but he smacked your thigh as a warning. He guided your hand, pinning it to the side as he flattened his tongue over your slit and repeatedly dragging it up, collecting your juices in his mouth as Jin swallowed your moan, his hand going to your exposed breasts while the other cradled your neck.

"So sweet." Yoongi murmured before his tongue slipped inside of you and he moaned.

"Holy shit!" You gasp and tried to fuck yourself onto his face but Jin held you down.

"Don't cheat, sweet girl." He tsked playfully before sucking harshly on your neck, making you gasp, your hand going from clutching the sheets to tangled in his hair, "Fuck, what are you doing to me." He grunted into your neck.

With the sensitivity from your last orgasm and the skilled tongue of Yoongi, your release was quickly approaching as Jin found a sensitive spot on your neck, "Daddy!" You whined, "It-I-Uh-mm…" You babbled, trying to find words as Yoongi's thumb rubbed just above your clit as his tongue fucked you deeply.

Jin laughed wickedly, "We fucked her dumb, Yoongs, our poor baby." He was truly a different man under the spell of arousal and your taste, "You trying to ask to cum?" He cooed as you grabbed onto his hair harder and he let out a strangled moan.

"Yes, daddy, please can I cum?" You managed to beg yet again and both of the men made noises of aroused approval.

"Of course you can, good girl." Jin murmurs into your neck as Yoongi hums.

With approval from the dominating men above you, you gripped desperately onto Jin and came with a needy cry as Yoongi kitten licked until you finish fully.

"Shit, you taste good, baby." He pressed a wet kiss to your thigh before he slid your underwear back up.

"Thank you, guys." You muttered, eyes barely open now that the exhaustion hit you, "That was, like, super nice of you." You giggle tiredly.

Jin pressed a kiss to your head before standing, going to grab you his jacket in case you were getting cold. "Thank you for letting us taste you." He chuckled.

"You guys aren't leaving, right?" The men stop their movements at your question, "Not that you have to stay if you have better stuff to do or if you feel weird-"

"Do you want us to stay, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked and you nodded, eyes pleading, "Then we'll stay." He affirmed and his heart sank at your relief. Why had so many people left you?

"Do you want to lay here?" Jin asked softly and you shrugged.

"My real bed is over there and I am dead weight, so it's oka- Jin!" You laughed as he lifted you up like a princess, "I'm heavy, you're gonna hurt yourself." You chided.

"I'm no weakling." He quipped back and you rolled your eyes as he carried you to the bed, laying you down gracefully.

Both men laid on either side of you, pressed close, with their arms around you, "I feel bad not returning the favor." You snorted but the guys protested, "I have this urge to say thank you for being attracted to me because it feels nice to be wanted by you." You rambled sleepily, "I care about you all so much, I'd keep you all to myself if I could." You giggle, like it's an absurd idea, before letting your eyes fully close, "I'm glad we can be at least this close."

The men look to each other as slumber takes you. They exchange knowing looks. Now that they've gone this far, they can't bear the thought of being with anyone else, or you being with anyone else outside of the building. You were a rare gem, and they could not bear the thought of giving you away. People could look, sure, but they could never feel you. The world had its chance with you, and everyone turned their backs on you, so they would now be the only ones to be so close, it had to be that way and soon. Although, bringing this up to you would have to wait. They would need to see how you fare with the other men in the house, who undoubtedly want you just as much. No, needed you. They all unabashedly, undoubtedly, and understandably, needed you.

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angstysebfan · 3 years

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The Past Can Break You - 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: implied smut, angst is back

The next 2 weeks were amazing. Bucky really turned everything around and showed you that he was committed to you. It made you feel so much better. While you felt bad that he now completely avoided Dot, because she is still out of place, you didn’t feel that bad because you knew she was bad news. Whenever she saw you and Bucky together she would scoff and glare at you. It made you uncomfortable.

One day the whole Avengers team was called into a meeting to discuss an upcoming mission. Per Steve and Tony, everyone, except you, were needed. You didn’t like the thought of staying behind with Dot in the compound, but you were a team player, and wouldn’t argue. Bucky on the other hand let Steve have it with both barrels.

“Steve you know the situation with Dot. Can’t someone else stay behind?” he said to Steve.

Steve sighed, “Yes, I know this will be difficult, but everyone else is needed for their skill. Y/N’s skills aren’t needed on this mission. She agreed, so why are you fighting me on this?” Steve argued back.

“Of course Y/N won’t fight this, but I am trying to protect her from Dot. You remember how vicious Dot can be, and I don’t want her to upset Y/N when we just started to get back on track,” Bucky said.

“Look Buck, I get it. I do. But this is how it is. The compound is big enough that Y/N won’t need to be anywhere near Dot. By the way, when are you going to tell her that she needs to start looking for employment and another living situation. She makes everyone uncomfortable. Even Tony is starting to get annoyed at all her questions about FRIDAY, and he loves showing people how smart he is,” Steve asked.

“I-I don’t know. I mean I know I have to do it, especially after what she’s pulled, but I still feel bad for her. I mean she didn’t ask for this to happen, and doesn’t deserve to be thrown out on her ass, but I know it’s the right thing to do. I’ll talk to Y/N about it and see if she has any ideas. Maybe if we help setting her up I will feel better about it,” Bucky said.

“Yea, I know. Let me know if you need help. But we gotta get packed and head to the quinjet. And please don’t worry about Y/N. Your girl is strong, and she knows how Dot is. She will be fine. Besides, we are only gone for like 24 hours, what could happen?” Steve asked.

Bucky didn’t respond and watched as Steve walked out of the meeting room. He ran his hands through his hair, what could happen? He hoped nothing, but he didn’t trust Dot. It’s funny the way she is acting now didn’t bother him when he was in the 40s, but now, because of you, he sees that she is not as great as he thought.

Bucky sighs and heads to your shared room to find you packing his bag for him. He smiles as he walks in, “Hey baby,” he says.

You look up at him and give him a bashful smile, “Figured I would help you out,” you said.

Bucky walks up to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. He looks into your eyes, and all you see is love and admiration in them. He leans in and connects his soft lips with yours. After a moment he deepens the kiss and you feel his tongue on your lower lip. You open you mouth in response, allowing him full access. When the need to breath becomes too great you pull away, panting.

“You’re only going to be gone a day,” you say with a chuckle.

Bucky also laughs, “Will you be ok? Here? With... her?” he asks.

You brush your hand through his soft hair, “Yea. I’ll stay clear of her as much as I can. But I’ll be ok,” you say.

Bucky pecks your lips again. “When I come home, I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he asks.

You look at him with confusion, “Like what?” you ask.

“I think it’s time for Dot to go off on her own, but I don’t want to just kick her out and make her fend for herself. I was thinking you could help me find her a job and a place to live? I would just feel better if I know I wasn’t kicking her out with nowhere to go,” he asks.

You smile and nod, “Sure. I’ll be glad to help. I’ll start while you’re gone,” you say.

Bucky kisses you one more time, “I’ll be back tomorrow. I love you, Doll,” he says.

“I love you too, Buck.”

You have to say you are surprised when you find yourself not running into Dot at all. It’s almost like she doesn’t want to be near you either, which is fine. She has spent most of the last 24 hours in the lab, while you stayed in your room looking up possible jobs and apartment for her.

You thought it was nice of Bucky to at least help set her up and not throw her to the wolves. It was something you admired about Bucky, his big heart. You both have been texting before the mission, but since then you haven’t heard from him. You hope everything is ok.

“FRIDAY, any update on the team?” you ask the AI.

“No agent, I’m sorry,” she responds.

You decide to take a nap in hopes that when you wake up your boyfriend will be home. You want your family home safe and sound.

You woke up to the sounds of the team in the hallway. You walk out and see Nat and Wanda and hug them hello. You head toward the common room hoping to see the guys, but don’t. You walk back toward the elevator and heard something from Dot’s room.

“Oh Dot, I’ve missed you so much, Doll,” you hear Bucky moan.

You gasp in horror as you continue listening to Dot moan and beg for Bucky to go harder. You can’t help the tears that begin to fall as you hear your boyfriend and his ex having sex.

“So good baby, you’re so good. Taking me so well, you feel amazing. No one is like you, I love you so much,” Bucky moaned.

You’ve heard enough and turn, running back to your shared room. You can’t be near him when he comes in pretending he didn’t just fuck his ex. Your heart is in a million pieces as his voice continues to play in your head. All you hear is her and his moans and his words. He loves her. It will always be her. Maybe you just need to learn to accept that.

“Buck, I think you should have told Y/N you got hurt. She is going to be worried about you,” Steve scolded.

“Look, I know my girl. She will be mad at first, but then she will nurse me back to health. I will have to convince her to ride me later, but it will be so worth it,” Bucky says with a smirk as the doctor continues to pull out shards of shrapnel from his side.

“Seriously man? TMI!” Sam complained before leaving Medbay.

Bucky laughed and then hissed as the doctor pulled another shard out. “How much longer? I don’t want Y/N to think I’m dead if she knows we are back,” Bucky asked the doctor.

“One more piece... and....” she pulls the large piece out, “There! Now I will quickly clean and bandage. no stitches cause you will heal fast, but please no sex tonight. You might bleed all over her,” the doctor said with a glare.

Bucky and Steve laugh. “Oh I talked to Y/N about helping me out with Dot and she agreed. I figured it was best to have her involved with that situation from now on,” Bucky says to Steve as the doctor cleans and bandages his side.

“Good idea, less messy that way. I hope everything went well here with the 2 of them,” Steve says.

“I’ll find out,” Bucky says as he puts his shirt on.

Both men walk to the elevator and head to their floor. They say their goodbyes in the hall as Bucky opens the door to your shared apartment. You aren’t in there, which confuses him, but he figures maybe you went to the kitchen.

When he walks into the bathroom he senses something is wrong. None of your toiletries are there. It was different from when you cleaned, plus his was still there. He walks back out to your room and sees that everything on your nightstand is gone too. Now he starts to panic as he goes to the closet and sees that all your clothes are gone. He tries to not have a panic attack because that will slow him down. He goes to head to the door and sees a piece of paper on the floor:

Bucky,

I guess I’m the stupid one. I’m stupid to think that everything you said to me was true. I was stupid to think that I could compete with your one true love. I was stupid to think that you really loved me. Well I won’t be stupid anymore. No need to lie and say what I heard isn’t true. I hope you and Dot are very happy together in your new apartment, but I’m done. Have a nice life.

Bucky dropped the letter and fell to his knees as tears pool down his cheeks. What the hell happened that you up and left him? You are angry with him, and he doesn’t understand why. He allows himself to cry for a moment before rereading it.

Dot.

Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

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midday0nightmares · 3 years

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32 - forever lost (m).

Previous chapter a week later (m).

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

You were stirred awake by jaemin’s hands that roamed up your body, his hot breathes hitting the side of your face.

your mind registering that he must have uncuffed one of your hands whilst you were asleep, His lips letter gentle kisses to the side of your face as you eyes flutter open, “I’ll be back in a while” he whispers into your ear as not disturb you much, “go back to sleep baby” he buries his face in the crock of your neck, filling his chest with your scent, butterflies burst in your stomach at the sweet gesture..“mmh kay” you purr with content and joy.

And just like he was a fleeting dream, he withdraws form you and disappears letting you drown back into slumber.

.... The door was shut, it won’t open, it was cemented on every side expat for the small slit under it, you try knocking, shout for someone, anyone, but to no avail.

you try the window, it opens, but the sight is even scarier. The city is quiet, too quiet. No traffic in its usually busy streets, every window in the near buildings were closed, no birds in the sky, not a single sign of life, even the sun seems to be stuck in its place, time isn’t moving.

Outside the closed door, you can hear muffled sounds, you peak under the door and see the familiar white socks on a pair of feet moving around the room. you shout and scream for him, but he doesn’t even flinch, he just keeps going through his day.

You were forgotten, forever lost in his room ....

Your body jerks awake, the sun glares at you through the open window, you cant feel your left hand as it’s still cuffed to the bed, you sit up to wave the sleepiness, you look around trying to get a grip on reality.

Too grumpy and too sweaty to look for the key, you call for jaemin but no response, he must haven’t returned yet, Where the hell is he? Its noon.

You look under the pillows and over the bedside table, you look through the drawers but you can’t find it, You opt to ask jeno for help

“Jeno~” you call him but he doesn’t responds too, you know he’s home because the TV was on, you knock on the wall until the door opens with him standing with disingenuous smile.

“Yes?”,

you can tell by his tone that his tolerance of you is already thin.

“I need to pee”

you pout, but he doesn’t even pat a lash.

“so pee”,

he deadpans tells you to pee your pants.

“Come on don’t be like that, help meee”

you whine, but he doesn’t budge.

“I’m not getting involved between you two”,

he turns around and walks away..

“no no wait at least get me water, jeno!”,

but to your frustration your words fall deff to his ears. You huff and throw yourself back into the sheets muttering curses.

With nothing to do, you drift back to sleep..

The slammed door wakes you up, it’s dark outside and jaemin is finally back,

“Hey..you’er back”, you mumble happily, ready to be free again.

He flicks the lights on causing you to squint in attempt to adjust your vision, He dosn’t spar you a look and goes to the closet, he opens its door and takes out a bag and starts throwing in a random selection of clothes.

You still groggy with sleeplessness, you rub your eyes and sit up, “Jaemin, baby what are you doing?”,

he wipes his nose with his sleeve and you realize he was crying.

“We are leaving”,

he tells you with a tight jaw.

With too many questions crowding your mind you ask him “Leaving.. where? Why what happed?”,

He turns to face you, and you see his puffy eyes still had tears in them.

He keels next to the bed and opens the safe..

His strange behavior alarming you even more,

“jaemin, what going on?”, fully awake now, you demand an explanation.. and before he can gives you an answer a loud knock on the apartment door freezes him in his place.

“Police! Open the door!” The loud man’s voice echoing through the quiet apartment. Jaemin’s face goes pale like he has seen a ghost, he snaps out of his shock and returns to what he was doing, taking his gun out..

“jaemin please”,

you beg him, you are certain that whatever is happening is not good, the knocks get louder and more urgent.

He fumbles with the key and frees your other hand,

“get up!” he pulls you off the bed with one hand while the other holds the gun, you keep begging him, trying to sooth him, but his tears fall faster as he shouts at you to get up, you can feel the desperation radiates off of him.

Jeno comes running to the door, he opens it and you hear the sound of what sounded like a hundred foot stepping inside the apartment, jaemin runs and locks his door, a dreadful feeling filled you.

You know that this is a serious situation, the police knock on his door but he doesn’t responses, he keeps his back pushed against the door, and it downed on you.. you were locked in a room with a man who have a gun, fear ran through you.

You wanted to say something to soothe the intense situation but you couldn’t find the words.

jaemin opened his eyes and looked at you like an idea have flashed in his mind, your heat was thumbing loud in your ears, he walks towards you. “Jaemin” your eyes fill with tears and you cry without a reason but utter fear, your body moves by itself and you take a step back until your knees were met by the edge of the bed, you keens buckle when he comes closer..

you could barely hear the knocks on the door and the men who were trying to coax him out.. they all seemed too far away.

His tall body looms over you, his eyes had no tears in them, no love, no warmth.

Everything seems to disappear and time seemed to have stopped for a second, you break in violent shakes..

You can see the storm of thoughts behind his eyes, grief tugs at his lips as they twitch when he comes to his decision..

“no jaemin..” You hardly get the words out, he looks at his gun and shakes his head to himself, a sad, ironic laugh escapes his chest “just when I was happy…” his shoulder shakes, his laughter sounds painful, like it was being ripped out of his lunges.

His arm wipe the tears from his eyes and he looks at you, he’s back into his head again.

heated emotions rises up to the surface again, anger, fear, spiraling out of control as fresh tears burst out of his eyes. His hand comes to rest on the back of your neck and he pulls you into him, he rest his head on top of yours, his hand affectionately smoothes your hair, he sways both of you while shushing your cries “its going to be alright”, you stay like this for a minute and oddly it brought you peace.

He kisses the top of your head and pulls back, your hands grip his sides to bring him back to you, he stands over you, “I’m sorry.. ” chocks on his words “I’m taking you with me”..

“No jaemin we still can fix this” you desperately try to stop him, to get him to think again but all hope dies when he points the gun at you.

You heart sinks at click of the safety switch on the gun, his hand dangerously shaking, he sobs and wipes his eyes and blinks to clear his vision.

“Jaemin..”

Everything has stopped at that moment, too shocked and heartbroken to speak, the disbelieve dissipate quickly and its replaced by great sense of disappointment by your short life, sorrow to everything you haven’t had the chance to do yet, how could it all end this quick? like this?.

“Please don’t..” You beg him even you know it won’t help you now..

“Close your eyes my love” he asks you.

You close your eyes, letting go, peace rushing through your veins, you see the sequenced events of your short life flash, all the memories, all the regrets, all the mistakes.

“I will be right there with you” he tells you.

The violent hit pierced through your head, burning its way to the other side, your can hear your skull shattering, you lose your senses quickly as you fade away, the celling of his room disappears as you slip out of life.

Outside the door, jeno hears the gun fires and he knows he has just lost one of you, the ground disappears from under him as he collapse to the floor.

The police breaks the door, but another gun shot breaks as jaemin takes his own life.

What have started as a simple arrest, ended with a murder-sucide.

A new break in the case of jaemin’s mother suspicious death was made, a new piece of evidence was found proving that the only suspect they had was in fact her killer, it was non other than her son na jaemin.

#nct dream #nct yandere #nct mafia #nct dream yandere #nct jaemin #nct jeno #nct blurbs #nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct agnst #nct angst #nct fluff nct smut #na jaemin #lee jeno

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quixotic-writer · 3 years

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Truth or Truth?

Request: Anon

Summary: Q and Sal are in a double punishment. Q is hooked up to a lie detector and is forced to answer questions about his relationship with his girlfriend who just so happens to be Sal’s sister. Whether he likes it or not, the truth will be revealed.

Warning: Smut ahead!

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“Well, seems both Sal and Q have lost the episode.” Murr announces to the cameras with absolute joy that for once he wasn’t the one being miserably punished. Sal and Q nod their heads in defeat and chuckle out of fear of what awaits them on the stage beyond the curtain of the theatre they were stationed at for the day.

“Which means a double punishment is out there waiting for you guys.” Joe says with an equal level of glee as Murr.

“Can we just get to it now, I'm sweating buckets and I just wanna get this over with.” Sal says as he wipes his hands on the sides of his pants to rid his palms of the sweat that was building up.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get you guys out on that stage!” The two men are laughing as the other two did as they were instructed. There on the stage were two chairs. One of those chairs was next to a table filled with wires and equipment, the other had rope surrounding it. Sal and Q both look at each other with eyebrows raised in question of the curious set up. “Sal you will be taking the chair on the left, Q you get the chair on the right next to that machine we’ll get you hooked up to.” The minute he heard the phrase ‘get you hooked up,’ Q knew exactly what the boys had in store.

He complied without saying anything, it was a punishment after all and it’s not like he could evacuate or run away anywhere. He watched as Sal was sat in his chair and tied up good and well to it.

“Guys I thought this was a double punishment. Why am I just being tied to a chair and Q getting hooked up to a lie detector test? What are you gonna do? Ask him how many times he’s fantasized about fictional women while jacking off?” Sal laughs. Little did he know what the guys had in store for this special use of the lie detector test.

“So our buddy Q here has been dating Sal’s sister – (Y/N) – for quite a while now.” Joe said with a toothy grin on his face. They watched as Sal’s face dropped immediately to shock and disgust.

“So we’ve hooked Q up to a lie detector test and we’ll be asking him a few questions about their relationship.” Both Murr and Joe were laughing. “But wait! It gets better!”

“There’s only one audience member besides us here.” When the lights brightened slightly, rows of chairs could be made out now in their line of vision, and so could the one solitary audience member sitting front and center: (Y/N).

“That’s Sal’s sister!” Murr says with jubilation. You could watch the color completely drain from Sal and Q’s face.

“That’s right Sal, you have to look at your sister and your best friend as we ask all these questions and you have to hear the honest truth about it all no matter how dirty.” Sal was freaking out wanting to break free of the constraints that bound him to the chair. He was begging and pleading for anything else as the two winners of the episode were laughing at his fruitless pleas. Q had his face in his hands and his face was regaining its color in only a single shade. He was red as a fire engine knowing exactly where this was about to go. He lifted his head slightly to be met with the eyes of his lover. She sheepishly waved with a smile and he did the same.

“There’s no escaping or compromising a punishment Sal, you lost and this is what you get!” Sal had stopped thrashing and now had his eyes set on the ceiling staring off into nothing. “Let’s start with the first question!”

“Let’s start easy: Have you ever kissed her,” Q huffed as his eyebrows furrowed together. What a silly question, “With tongue?” And there was the searing bit and his expression was wiped clean off of his face.

It was early on in their dating days, they decided on a movie night at Q’s place. It was warm and cozy, intimate and serene. She had her head resting on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around her, holding her in close so that he could be closer to each and every piece of her. Because they were together for only a short time at that moment, Q feared making moves as to not upset her and cause a rift between him and Sal. It was already hard enough getting Sal warmed up to them, it would make things worse if he accidentally made a move she wasn’t comfortable with and Sal would have even more reason to disapprove of what they had going on. So while he seemed relaxed, he was actually freaking out on the inside.

That’s when their eyes locked on each other, her hand was placed gently on his cheek as she smiled and started inching in closer. Her hand was moving in closer and he went with it, seeing as all the signals were there and he was given the green light. Their lips met and he could taste the popcorn on her lips, he went in for another, and another. She felt addicting, he loved it and wanted more. That’s when her tongue traced along his lips, he hesitated.

“Don’t be so stiff B. I know you want more.” She whispered against his lips. She was right, that’s when things started getting heated. He brought her onto his lap, she was then straddling him and their lips met with each other once again, parted and allowed their tongues to intertwine. He could taste her so much better and he knew he was in deep.

The rest of that evening was truly memorable.

“Y-yes.” He answered honestly.

“He’s telling the truth.” The polygraph reader spoke as he watched the readings carefully. Sal’s face contorted in disgust as laughter echoed through the theatre.

“Next question: Have you done it on Sal’s bed or in his house?” Q squeezes his eyes shut.

“Brian I swear, you better think long and hard about how you answer this. You have house sat for me many times. If you say yes.”

Sal was away on a comedy tour and to go visit his mom. Q was handed the responsibility to watch over his house and make sure that everything was kept clean. Sal stated that he didn’t mind if he stayed the night at his place if he ever drank or if he just felt like it, so long as everything was kept in proper order when he came back. That much Q could do. He never said anything about his girlfriend being over as well.

It started as it always did: chilling out in the living room. They were playing Mario Kart together and the competition was getting heated. Nothing made Q happier than having a girlfriend he could play video games with, especially competitively. Both of them already started playing a little dirty, bumping each other playfully, blocking their view of the screen during important jumps, and so on. They were having the time of their life until she took things a step further.

As they were on their second lap, she sat on Q’s lap and started circling her hips. Q had a hard time focusing on the screen now that something else began to catch his interest. She kept going and she could feel him starting to grow hard under her. He bit his lip to not moan and show weakness and focused as much of his attention on the screen as best as he could.

“(Y/N). T-that’s cheating. You play… Dirty.” She had her eyes on the screen and now added noises as she gyrated her hips.

In the end, Q crossed the finish line first and ended up winning.

“Well, B. Looks like you won.” She said with a devilish smirk on her face, “I guess you’ve earned yourself a prize.” She slithers down to her knees and settles between Q’s legs as he sits on the couch. She pulls down his pants along with his boxers as his member throbs in front of her eyes. Q’s lips are already parted as his breath hitches at the sight before him. She licks her lips and immediately takes him as far into her mouth as she could. He lets out a low groan as his eyes close to take in the sensation.

“Fucking hell baby.” He says as his hand goes to the back of her head as his hips start to work and fuck her mouth. He was already aching for release as she was grinding against him, so his inevitable end was already building up like a skyscraper. “(Y/N). Sweetheart. God. You’re gonna make me cum.” He was at the edge of absolute euphoria, he had control of her as he tangled his hand in her hair and guided her faster up and down his cock until he shoved her down and released in her mouth. “Swallow.” He commanded, and she did exactly that. All evidence of his climax gone. He pulls her up for a kiss before lifting her and allowing his feet to carry them to where he would now be staying for the night: Sal’s room.

“Do I really have to answer this one?” Q asked as he began sweating profusely as he remembered each sensation pertaining to his answer.

“Hurry up and answer! You’ve never had problems talking about your sex life before tough guy.” Joe criticizes.

“No.” A blatant lie and they all probably knew. This answer was proven false after the polygraph interpreter stated so. Sal was glaring at Q and Q dared not make eye contact at that moment.

“You guys have ravaged my house for a punishment before, but SEX in MY HOUSE?!?! Not only that but WITH MY SISTER?!” Q wanted nothing more than just to disappear.

“Next question. Oh this one's good!” Q closed his eyes again, bracing himself for the next question, “Had she ever called you daddy?” His cheeks felt like they were on fire now. “Not like how you refer to yourself when talking about your cats either. You know exactly how we mean it.”

The room was filled with the sounds of the bed frame squeaking and moans eliciting from open mouths along with steamy breath that stuck to their skin. Q was thrusting his hips roughly into her as she raked her nails down his back, leaving her own mark on him.

“You like that baby? Like when I fuck you hard?”

“Yes! Yes!” Her words felt like they were being forced out of her with each snap of his hips as he hit just the right spots to drive her crazy.

“Yes, what?” He asked her as he slowed to an agonizing pace. She wrapped her legs around him to try and speed things up, bringing him in closer despite knowing it wouldn’t do anything until that one word was uttered. “C’mon (Y/N). Let me hear it. Yes, what?” His hot breath fell in her ear and sent chills through her and she could feel her clit throb as she bit her lip and moaned at the authoritative tone.

“Yes daddy.” His hips picked right back up as the familiar sound of skin on skin began to echo once again in the room. “Fuck I love it when you fuck me like this. Harder. Please, daddy.” Each time she said it, it brought him closer and closer to climax.

“God I love when you call me that sweetheart.” He licked his thumb and began rubbing circles around her clit as he continued working his hips against hers. Whining as she felt her climax begin to wash over her, Q wasn’t that far behind as he began to grunt and moan with each thrust as he felt her tremble beneath him. “Gonna cum baby, you’re so perfect.”

Q wondered if the air conditioning in the place was even on. If it was, they needed to crank it if not his shirt was sure to be drenched in sweat by the time this punishment was over.

“Uuuh.”

“Not an answer buddy.” Q really didn’t want to answer this. He could feel Sal’s gaze boring holes into him. He knew how his best friend felt about his relationship which is why he never said a thing about their sex life like he had with previous relationships. He respected Sal that way and always made sure to treat his sister well. But the pickle he was in now was making this dynamic extremely difficult.

“I uuh.” He was choking on words. There was no sense in lying, but maybe, just maybe if he believed hard enough he could trick the lie detector into believing he was telling the truth. He took a breath, said over and over in his head that he was telling the truth, steadied himself, and “no.” He tried saying it with honest conviction.

“A lie.” Yup. He definitely wanted to crawl in a hole now. All three of the other men were hollering at the answer. Q looked at (Y/N) and she was just as red as he was but she was laughing. He wasn’t sure how she could be laughing at this moment, but for some reason it put him slightly at ease knowing that this wasn’t torture for her like it was for him.

“Okay last question Q.” Sal had been mostly silent for the last few minutes and Q just knew that Sal wanted him dead or something else. He was lucky there were restraints holding him back because god knows what would have happened if he wasn’t. Q was mentally bracing himself for something absolutely revolting that he would have to answer for, something that would really make Sal lose his mind. Dildos, sneaking off on tour together to have sex, road head, he was ready to answer for it and face the consequences. “Do you love her?”

It was early in the morning and sun peered through the windows of his house. As he opened his eyes, there she was. Her eyes closed and her breathing steady, all the cats were curled up around her and all were surprisingly still asleep as well. She was dreaming and he knew it. Seeing her so peacefully asleep made him happy. It wasn’t only that. It was knowing she was happily asleep in his bed, next to him that made his heart flutter and burst with joy. Waking up and seeing her was unlike anything he’s ever felt.

He crawled out of bed carefully. In the kitchen he began to cook up some breakfast for them and also to feed the needy little kittens. As he was at the stove, he heard her shuffle in. He looked over his shoulder and saw her, eyes hooded and still half asleep, a little smile tugging at her lips, hair covering most of her face. She was just the most beautiful person ever and he couldn’t think otherwise.

“Morning sunshine.” He says with a smile on his face, voice still groggy from waking up.

“Mornin’ B.” She made her way over and hugged him from behind, leaning on him as she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply smelling his morning musk and the food that was cooking. “Smells so good.” She mumbled. His heart was just exploding and he couldn’t stop smiling.

As they ate breakfast, she spoke most of the time and that was just how he liked it. He never tired of her voice, never tired of hearing her talk, never tired of being around her. She noticed the dopey look on his face as she spoke and she stopped and gave him a bit of a side glance and a smile.

“What’s with you this morning Bri? You’ve been acting all mushy. Not that I'm complaining or this is out of the ordinary.”

“I just like hearing you talk.” He said truthfully. “And it’s just–”

“–I love her.” He spoke with a smile on his face. “I really do. No doubt about that. There’s no one else I've been more in love with than her. Every part of her. Good and bad. I love her.” He looked her in her eyes, recalling each countless moment they’ve had with each other. Every time he was around her, he felt like a high schooler again. So bashful, so in love, hopelessly so. There was no one else for him.

“It’s all true.” The polygraph reader spoke with a smile. Sal looked at Q, then looked at his sister and saw them just entranced with each other. Hearing everything Q had to say was true made his anger quickly slide away. He wanted his friend to be happy, he couldn’t keep them apart. Despite thinking this was an absolutely terrible idea at the start, perhaps this changed things.

“That’s it Q. Interrogations over.” Both men were released from their punishment prisons and were left to face each other.

“So. You really love her, huh?” Q smirked as he felt the butterflies thinking about her again.

“More than you could imagine.” He said with confidence. He felt her arms wrap around him and he turned around to see her eyes sparkling like constellations at midnight. He wrapped his arms around her tight and gave her a kiss.

“Listen, I know i’ve been hard on you Q. Just protective of my sister y’know?”

“I get it, Sal. But I can promise you wholeheartedly that I’d never do anything to hurt her ever.”

“Might wanna hook him up to the lie detector again.” Joe said as he walked by. Q rolled his eyes.

“I know. I just want you to promise one other thing.”

“Anything.” Q leaned in attentively.

“I never wanna hear anything about your sex life ever again.” (Y/N) snickered as Q felt his face heating up in shame again.

“Deal.”

#q x reader #brian quinn x reader #suki writes #smut #fluff

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whatiwouldgive · 3 years

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Sadistic Sabbatical

-This is a purely fictional story dedicated to Alphadom_Master-

I had a sabbatical from work and I decided to make the most of it. I had never been to Europe, so I treated myself to a whole month in a beautiful Airbnb in Spain all by myself so I could immerse myself in the culture. However, things didn’t go quite as I anticipated. I thought I had hit the jackpot when I showed up to the “condo” because the owner was waiting for me to let me in, and he was fucking hot. To top it off, his accent made me weak in the knees. I couldn’t help but think that I would be spending my first night in Spain inside - wanking off while fanaticizing about this amazing specimen of a man. Then, things got a little strange.

When we entered the condo, it definitely wasn’t the same place I had picked out online. This place was a total dump. There were no windows, it was really small, and it looked like it had never been cleaned. I dropped my luggage in disbelief and slowly turned to face my new landlord. I was shocked. All I could say was, “Are you kidding me?” His face didn’t register any emotion. He just looked me in the eye and said, “I don’t let faggots stay in the condo you saw online. Faggots stay here.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I protested, “First of all, I don’t appreciate being called a faggot. Secondly, I don’t think I ever mentioned my sexual identity or what that even has to do with anything. I’m not staying here.” He still showed no emotion at all. “I know a faggot when I see one, and this is where I keep the faggots.” I grabbed my luggage and started to walk out, but I didn’t get far.

I took a fist to the gut. And as I bent forward in pain, his knee made contact with my face knocking me to the floor. My brain was struggling to make sense of what was happening. I had never even been in a fight before, so I had no idea how to handle this situation. I could only raise my head high enough to see his feet, and because I had the breath knocked out of me, I couldn’t even speak. “Take off your clothes and put them with your luggage faggot, I’ll get rid of all that for you.” I felt paralyzed until he raised his voice for the first time. “NOW FAGGOT! Are you deaf?” I didn’t want to get more of a beating, so I did as I was told. I was still to weak to stand, but I took off all my clothes and tossed them on top of my luggage. I heard a chuckle before Master said, “You have such a tiny little penis. You definitely aren’t a man, so you won’t be needing that worthless thing anymore. I will take it from you.” I heard the sound of metal hitting the floor beside me. I looked over and saw the smallest metal chastity cage I had ever seen. The padlock was bigger than the actual cage and I shivered when I saw it also included a long urethral insert. Without thinking, I said, “no, no way.” Master proceeded to grab me by the neck and throw me face down on the coffee table. I heard him rip off his belt which he used to repeated whip my bare ass, and he didn’t hold back. I gripped the sides of the coffee table as the sharp pain seared through my body.

“How dare you tell me no you worthless cocksucker.” Slap! “Faggots exist to obey real alpha men.” Slap! “You are nothing but a piece of shit.” Slap! “You belong on your knees begging to please me.” Slap! “Instead, you come to my condo and disrespect me?” Slap! I was in so much pain and shock at that point, I couldn’t hold back. I began to cry… no I would say sob is the more accurate word. I tried to just stay quiet but I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing out loud.

I heard a sadistic chuckle. “Oh, look. The weakling faggot is crying for me now.” Slap! “That’s a good faggot. I love to make little piss ant homos cry for me.” Smack! “Cry for Daddy you filthy bitch” Smack! “Daddy collects queer tears and keeps them in a jar.” Slap! At that point I started yelling, “Please Sir. Oh God, please stop Sir. Please Sir. I’m so sorry. Please stop.” Slap!

“Are you going to be a good faggot and do as you’re told from now on?” Slap!

“Yes Sir. Just please just stop. I will do anything you want. Just please make it stop.” Slap!

“Are you going to trade in your tiny penis for the metal clit I gave you?” Slap!

“Yes Sir. I’m so sorry Sir. I should have obeyed you and put on the cage. You are right. I don’t deserve my tiny dick. I will let you take my penis away because I don’t deserve it. Please just stop beating me Sir and I will put on the cage like you told me to. Please Sir. Please. Please.” Slap!

“OK faggot. I’m tired of whipping your ass anyway. I will take away your penis and put it in the jar with your queer tears, If you promise that you have learned your lesson on faggot obedience.”

I raised to the cruel looking chastity device to put it on. “I promise Sir. Thank you for teaching me my lesson. I promise to be a better faggot from now on.” I put it on as fast as I could and then collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion and pain.

Master put his belt back on, sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. He had on a pair of old dirty sneakers.

“Show me your obedience and crawl over here and lick the dirt off the bottom of my shoes while I explain something to you homo runt.” Of course, I did as he ordered even though it took every ounce of strength I had left. And then a sad truth washed over me as I began to lick the dirt from soles of his sneakers. I had a foot fetish. I had masturbated while fantasizing about licking a hot guy’s shoes clean a hundred times before, but I was too ashamed to ever admit it to a man who might possibly let me realize that fantasy. Lusting over such a thing made me feel like a pervert, so it was a part of me I hid from the world. But, as my dick hopelessly strained to harden against the heavy steel cage, I couldn’t deny the gratitude I started to feel for the man who was now dominating me, because deep-down I wanted it. I certainly didn’t want the beating I had received, but for the first time in my life, I was actually acting out my submissive nature and worshiping a real man’s feet. It was a total mind fuck. I couldn’t comprehend how I could simultaneously be so terrified by this cruel alpha bully who just beat the shit out of me and yet still feel like I should thank him for the pleasure of cleaning his shoes with my tongue. Maybe I was a perverted little faggot just as my new Master said?

He asked me if I knew what a faggot with no penis was, but before I could say, “no”, he said, “…a cumdump. You see, the only pleasure a cumdump gets is from servicing real men, because a cumdump isn’t a man at all. Without a penis, the only cock, cum and pleasure a cumdump can get is from servicing real men who use it’s fuck holes. But, I think you already know all this because, now that I just turned you into a cumdump, I think it’s what you know you were born to be.” I continued to lick. “So hole, now that I gave you this gift, I just have to wonder why I haven’t heard you thank me yet.”

Holy shit. My new “clit” was leaking like a faucet. Was I really getting this turned on from being dominated? “I am so sorry Sir. I cannot thank you enough for taking away my worthless little penis and turning me into a cumdump Sir. Thank you for teaching me my place Sir.” I immediately went back to licking, and he pushed his foot against my mouth. He then started moving his sneaker up and down basically using my tongue like a doormat. “That’s better. I will train you to you to be more grateful and how to thank an alpha man properly hole.”

“It pleases me watching you enjoy my dirty shoes pervert. Do they taste good foot slut?” I nodded the best I could and tried to say, “Yes Sir.” But, it sounded like muffled slobbery nonsense with my tongue smashed against his foot. “What’s that fag? I can’t understand you. Another way you can show me gratitude is by showing me how turned on I make you. I already know your type, so you don’t have to pretend you don’t enjoy being dominated. I know you like it, and it amuses me to hear you moan in ecstasy and see you wiggle around and finger your pussy like the slut you are.” I got the point and let the real me show. I started licking side to side so, as he moved his foot up and down, I got to fully taste the entire sole of his shoe heal to toe. I began to moan like a cat in heat as I shoved my middle finger into my ass. I wanted a sexual release so bad, but without any hope of an orgasm, all I could do was thrust my hips back and forth as if I was trying to desperately hump the air in front of me. “That’s right slut. I know you crave me. I know you live to be dominated and abused by alpha men. It makes me happy to make a bitch moan, but from now on, because you are a fag, you will need to beg to worship my feet like this, right?” I nodded and moaned louder. “And, because I am your landlord, I will need to charge you an extra 40 euros for each pair of shoes I let you clean with your tongue, right?” I nodded again and made a noise that was meant to say, “yes Sir.” “I left a couple pair of shoes on your mattress that you will clean tonight. They better look like new when you return them and thank me properly tomorrow.” It sounded like a drooling mess when I tried to say, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.” That’s when I finally noticed the mattress on the floor in the corner of the room. Of course it was covered with what looked like 10 pair of shoes.

He stood up, looked down at me, and hocked a large loogie onto my face. “Thank you for spitting in my face Sir.”

“How bad do you want my cock fag?” I was naked in a chastity belt on my knees in pain with whip marks all over my ass. Looking up into his cold eyes and stern face made me feel both fear of him, and desire for him. The mixture of those two feelings at the same time was something I had never experienced. Of course he knew I wanted his cock, but I knew I was still going to have to beg for it like whore. “Oh my God Sir, your cock is what I desire most in this world. I’m your cumdump, and I’m ready to serve. Please Sir, l want it so bad. I need it. Please let taste your alpha meat.” Apparently my plea worked. He unzipped his pants, and pulled out the most amazing cock I had ever seen… not that I had actually seen that many in person. I had only ever slept with 5 men before, so I really wasn’t a slut. But the yearning I was feeling for this straight alpha man who just wanted to use me for his own amusement definitely made me feel like a slut. I grabbed his dick and shoved it into my mouth determined to give him pleasure.

I was rewarded with a powerful back-handed slap in the face that knocked me to his feet. “What the fuck are doing faggot? I didn’t give you permission to suck my dick you stupid whore.” He proceeded to kick me twice in the gut. “Don’t you ever approach an alpha man like that, do you hear me faggot?” I managed to catch enough breath to weakly reply, “Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.” “I’m not here for your pleasure bitch, and you have not earned a reward like that you piece of shit. You don’t even want it bad enough.”

“But Sir, I do want it bad. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny. You made me your cumdump, and then pulled out your cock, so I assumed…” And, then his sneaker was in my face again. This time, he was just standing on my face holding it tightly to the floor.

“Shut the fuck up! You are very lucky I am so patient. You just might be the most stupid fag ever. You obviously don’t know how to submit properly to alpha men, so I am going to have to train you. You see, you just think you want to suck my cock. You think you want it bad. But I don’t intend to fuck your face until you really want it so bad you would do anything for it. Without a penis of your own, your desire to please my cock will only grow more powerful. You will learn what it means to really want cock. You will grow mad with lust. The more desperate you are, the more pleasure I can get from your mouth. I’m not going to waste my time with some half-assed blow job an hour after taking your penis away from you.”

He released my head from the floor. “I just got my cock out because I need to take a piss dumbass.” I had never felt more stupid and worthless. Tears were falling from my eyes. “Have you ever tasted another man’s piss?” “No Sir.”

“Good to hear. I like the idea that, for the rest of your miserable life, you will always remember me every time you drink piss from now on. Now, get on your knees and open your mouth so I can use you like a toilet.” I had just gotten into position when he let it flow. The taste was salty, bitter and unlike anything I had ever tasted before. It was actually kind of gross, but I swallowed it all feeling lucky that I got to be just a couple inches away from Master’s glorious cock. If I couldn’t have his cum, at least I got his piss. He shook off the last drops onto my face, then tucked his dick back in his pants.

“Thank you for letting me drink your piss Sir. I am grateful to be your urinal.” He laughed at me. “You are no urinal. You are just a hole. If you want me to turn you into a real urinal, it will cost you 800 euros.” I was confused, but agreed to pay him. “A urinal doesn’t just get occasionally pissed on by one man. A urinal is a public toilet that gets used all day everyday by an endless line of men. Follow me into the bathroom hole.” “Yes Sir.” What he showed me had me even more confused. There was a sewage pipe coming down from the ceiling. It connected to a very large transparent plastic tank sitting on the floor of the bathroom. It was halfway full of urine. “There is a gym upstairs, and one of the urinals in the locker room stopped working. Since I own the building, I was going to have to pay to get it fixed. It was much cheaper to just run the sewage line to here. However, this tank obviously needs to be emptied or it will overflow into the urinal upstairs. You will empty it from now on. Lay down on your stomach.” “Yes Sir.” Once I was on the floor, I saw the dildo sticking out of the bottom of the tank. “Suck it bitch.” ”Yes Sir.” I cupped the dildo with my mouth and sucked as I was ordered. Piss came shooting out of the dildo into my mouth. Apparently, to empty the tank I had to apply suction to the dildo and drink the all the piss. I continued to suck and drink to show Master that I understood how it worked. The problem was, there were gallons of piss in the tank. He couldn’t possibly expect me to drink all of it. “Now you can practice sucking cock and help with my little sewage problem at the same time whenever I’m not using you. Congratulations hole. You are now a urinal.” I didn’t want to appear ungrateful, so I continued to drink as he talked.

“Pathetic weak little homo. You were obviously born to serve alpha men. I can’t believe you aren’t someone’s full-time slave already. It only took an hour to turn your sub ass into a cumdump, bootlicker and urinal. We are going to have so much more fun, but I have to go now. I think you have enough fag work to keep you busy. You should also have time to think about how you can please me better.”

He turned and left me on the floor. When I heard the door shut, I decided it was time to make a break for freedom. However, I was in so much pain it hurt to move. When I finally made it to the door I couldn’t open it. He had locked it from the outside. I was trapped! I worked my way over to the mattress and fell into the pile of shoes. I was defeated and terrified. Without even thinking, I grabbed the closest shoe and began licking as if it is what I was programed to do.

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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be my baby;

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Pairings: bucky barnes x camgirl!reader (modern au)

Word count: 1,834

Warning: SMUT. sexy times, cuss words, masturbation, (female & male). MUST BE 18+

Summary: you were a camgirl and bucky barnes was your favorite regular client. what happens when you realized you were catching feelings?

a/n: this one’s written for @candy-and-writing‘s 1000 followers writing challenge. congrats girl! i chose the prompt “you’re fucking beautiful.”

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The screen of your laptop lit up, illuminating the dimmed room you were unchaperoned in. The ringing tone reverberated, waiting for you to accept the call, and the familiar face and those sapphire blue eyes emerged.

"Hey there, handsome." You coquettishly whispered.

"Hey, baby. You ready to make daddy feel good tonight?"

"Yes, daddy. I’m always ready for you." You writhed for the man on the screen.

Bucky had been one of your regular clients for three months now and he was irrefutably your favourite. Those hypnotizing blue eyes and that deep gravel voice, especially when he went into the full commanding mode, mandating you to please him; that smug look on his face when he triumphantly made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, and the way his gentle words would soothe you afterwards made you wish he was right there in the same room as you instead of being linked by internet access. Sometimes you'd think that you were falling for the man, but the stringent voice in your head would quickly clear those daydreams away saying, "no! you gotta be professional. He probably has a girlfriend or a wife in real life." (and you swear you didn't hear your heart fracturing at the thought)

"Good girl. Always so obedient for daddy, huh?" you nodded. "Now take off that bra and those panties, then lean back and spread your legs wide for me."

"Yes, daddy," you followed his orders; spreading your legs wide, putting each on the sides of your laptop, giving him a full display of your glistening cunt.

"Such a pretty cunt. Now, rub that clit for me, c'mon."

You slowly slid your fingers down from your bare chest, to your belly and then to the spot that he wanted you to touch. You made a circling motion on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You shut your eyes as you let yourself relish the pleasure. You whimpered with your mouth open and bit your lip to suppress it.

"Play with your tits baby." Your other hand move to your breast and you groped the globe and then you pinched the nipple. "Yeah, just like that. God, you're so fucking beautiful." You moaned at the piquant sting, and you rubbed your clit more furiously as you felt yourself getting more soaked. You felt the familiar bubble forming in your abdomen ready to burst in seconds.

"Can I cum daddy, please?" You whined as you kept playing with your breast and fingers nudging the bud.

"Not yet babygirl, now insert two fingers inside that cunt."

You did as he said, and shoved two digits through your tight entrance and you moved them in and out as you felt your fingers getting drenched, the squelching sounds elevated the eroticism in the scene.

"Keep one hand on your sexy tits baby, yeah fuck that cunt for me."

As you shut your eyes once more, trying to focus on stroking the spot that pushes you to the edge every time, you heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, and he pulled down his boxer to his thighs, just enough to let his massive cock spring free.

His fingers circled around his shaft, pumping himself up and down, as he kept his sight fixated on you, watching every movement you make, the way your face contorted in pleasure and your brows furrowed, and euphonious sounds escaping your lips, it riled his cock more and more, getting it as hard and as stiff as a rock.

"Goddamnit, you're so fucking gorgeous." He grunted through his ragged breathing. "Think of my giant cock destroying that cunt, using you like the dirty little slut you are." His words caused shivers cascading your spine, as you envisioned being pinned underneath him with you ass up in the air and your face squeezed to the pillow.

You squirmed as your cries grew an octave higher, picturing his hands wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you vigorously from behind, not giving you any mercy or repose.

"Gonna fuck you until you're braindead until you can't do anything else but beg for my cock to make you cum like a whore." You picked up the pace, shoving your fingers relentlessly and thrashed around on the sheets.

You felt yourself clenching around your own digits, the tightening coil was seconds away into plummeting you into bliss. "Oh god, please, I'm so close daddy, please!" You pleaded through your ragged breathing as you arched your back.

"Beg louder, baby."

"I need to cum now, daddy! Please!" Your heart pounded against your ribcage, a common aftereffect from your sessions with Bucky.

"Attagirl. Cum for me babygirl, show me what a dirty little whore you are for me."

A few more vehement onslaughts and your abdomen convulsed. Your orgasm erupted, clouding your brain with euphoria, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your body shook as your cries echoed on the walls of your room.

Bucky was still running his hand up and down, reaching his own impending climax. He felt his cock twitching and in a few more pumps, he shot out ribbons of his thick load all over his stomach. He growled as he envisioned painting your womb white with his seed, burying himself deep inside you until every last drop was stored.

He threw his head back and cussed in front of the camera. It was truly a magnificent sight. Man, Bucky knew what he signed up for in the first place and that every girl on this website would keep it strictly professional and online but, the number of times he’d fantasized about taking you on a date to a nice restaurant and then bring you home afterwards to fuck you against the bathroom wall or in front of the mirror all night long would easily give you a reason to kick him out or conclude any sexual engagements with him in the future. Bucky was too madly infatuated with you to risk it.

You were the only thing he looked forward to after a long, dull day at work. You had an edge around you that just pulled him in like a magnet, once he had a taste of you, he was addicted. And he hadn’t even physically tasted you yet. God, he could imagine just how sweet you would taste on his tongue. But you were also capable of being the ideal submissive that he desired. Those doe eyes looking at him through the lens and the way you’d bite your lip innocently, teasing him like the devil. It drove him nuts. And he only longed for more.

Bucky always thought that he wasn’t the type to settle down in a relationship but, if he were, you would exactly be the type of girl that could make him change his mind. Sometimes within the one-hour sessions that he had with you, he would tell you about his day and get all the tension of his chest to you and you would be an excellent listener, always paying attention to every word and never failed to making relieve him of the stress. Along the way, you both felt like you had known each other better than most people that you interacted with in real lives.

Was he catching feelings for you? No, no, no, for fuck’s sake, get it together, Barnes! She only saw you as another of her client!

The thought of you exposing every inch of your body to other men and women caused an extreme detestation in him and it was bugging the hell out of him.

“You did good, babygirl.”

“Thank you, daddy. Do you feel good?”

“Absolutely.” His smile was warm, a contrast to the one that would show when he was tormenting you.

“Do you wanna talk about your day, daddy?”

“Nothing new. Just another boring day at the job.”

“Well, at least mine is the complete opposite.” You winked at him.

He chuckled, amused by your witty remark. Then it was quiet for a few seconds.

“Babygirl, I’ve been thinking…”

“Yeah? What is that, daddy?”

“I know I agreed that we’d keep it strictly professional but, goddamnit, I can’t get you out of my mind for the last few months now. And you’re just… God, you’re fucking amazing. So I was wondering, would you like to meet up? I’ll take you on a nice date, and I’ll pick you up wherever you are.”

You were tongue-tied. You’d always thought that Bucky was never interested to see you in person. You always wondered about him, composing fiction in your head, every night before you drift into a deep slumber, based on all the data that he decided to share with you. You always imagined about kissing him, being on your knees for him as you wrapped your lips around his manhood, and using your body like a ragdoll. Because that’s the only place where you could touch him and feel him.

And now here he was, asking you if you were interested in meeting him in person and go on a date with him. You know that when you first applied for this job, you vowed to yourself that you’d keep it strictly professional and that you’d never let your feelings defeat your common sense. But those oaths were disrupted since the day this job introduced you to Bucky.

You couldn’t decide whether you were grateful or woeful for that.

But now you knew that it was the former. Because everything you had dreamt of for the last three months came true and you were bubbling with joy. You were ecstatic, like a girl who had just been asked by her crush to go to prom with him.

“Yes, yes daddy! I wanna go on a date with you.”

“You serious?” His expression was elated.

“Yes! I’d love to know you more, daddy.”

“Oh man, I should’ve been more prepared, so… How about you give me your number and text me your address later? This Saturday, 8 PM. Sounds good?”

“Yes, daddy. It does.”

“Alright. God, I can't fucking wait to see that beautiful face in person… Oh and by the way, you don’t have to call me daddy when we’re not getting each other off, baby. You can call me Bucky. I love to hear the sound of my name rolling off your tongue.”

“Okay, Bucky.”

You exchanged number before you ended the session and you instantly texted your address. What an odd coincidence it is that you both lived in New York. He worked at Wall Street and he reminded you that he was going to be at your front door at 8 PM this Saturday. You were jittery, anticipating for the weekend. You didn’t know if he was going to be as wonderful as he seemed to be in real life or if the date would lead to something more between you, but one thing that you knew for sure was that you certainly needed to shop for a new dress.

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Beauty and Her Beast: Summary and Ch.1

A Salvatore Moreau x Female!FishMutant!oc fic based on this idea I had the other day that a very specific subset of the fanfom went absolutely apeshit for, which I'm here for and decided to act on. I can't make any promises for consistent uploading or even a finishes product by the end of this, but so long as im still interested in working on it, I'll keep working on it, and if im not, then I wont, plain and simple. Anyways, here's the summary and chapter 1, please let me know what you think of the story so far, i hope you all enjoy (you'd better all enjoy), and I can't wait to see you all again for chapter 2. Bye! <333 (Link to ao3 posting will be in comments so check there if you want to read it there instead)

Warning: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

Summary:

Now, I’m sure everyone already knows the ancient tales that tell of a beautiful young woman slowly falling in love with a horrific monstrosity of a man. The pure and true love this innocent beauty comes to feel for him, despite his terrifying appearance, is the key that breaks the cruel and twisted curse under which he’d been kept prisoner. This allows the man behind the monster to not only return to his true human form, but then go on to live his Happily Ever After with the beauty who saved him. Everyone already knows of these tales, as well as the messages behind them, however that is not quite the way this particular tale plays out.

The tale I am about to tell bears many similarities to the one above, however there are also quite a few important differences. For while the original detailed a beauty falling for a monster because of the kind and loving man he was behind his hideous exterior, this is a tale of a beauty, with a few monstrous qualities of her own, falling in love with a kind and loving monster, not at all despite his grotesque appearance, but rather, in part, because of it.

This is a tale, where the Beast still falls for his Beauty first, but the Beauty is the one who will be pursuing her Beast.

Chapter 1: Mother's Gift

Few of those who lived isolated from the outer world, high up in the mountains of Romania, would expect anyone of reasonable sanity to be out traveling in this hellish sort of weather. The wind howling a demonic high pitched tune; snow, sleet, and hail pounding into the ground like an endless shower of bullets from the heavens; and hungry lycans still roaming the area, tirelessly looking for their next meal, would be enough to incentivize even the strongest of mortal men to seek shelter away from the deadly conditions of the outside.

A man by the name of Salvatore Moreau however, one of the 4 lords of this mountain region who lived in the reservoir just past the windmills, did not appear terribly concerned with what other people thought of the traveling conditions. Completely unbothered by the horrifying weather and threat of suddenly being ground into doggy food, the hooded man trudged his way through the dark and barely maintained snow paths. Starting at the reservoir and making his way toward the village, Salvatore moved as quickly as his deformed body would permit, an unusually chipper spring added to his lumbering hobble of a walk.

Mother had a gift for him.

Yes, a truly joyous day it was whenever Mother Miranda called upon him to join her and the other lords for a meeting. Miranda was usually so busy with her experiments that she rarely had time to visit her children outside of these ‘family meetings’ they’d been having recently. However, it would appear as though Mother has come up with a solution of some kind to this problem and wishes to share it with them in person. Whatever this solution is, the mutated man has no idea, as Mother Miranda had been quite vague in her message, however the fact that Salvatore was being given the chance to see his radiant mother AND receive a gift from her, all in one day, was more than enough to make up for how agonizingly lonely he’s been these last few months since winter set in, as well as how agonizing it was for him to walk in this weather.

Salvatore arrived at the usual meeting site just as the clock struck 8pm, precisely as Mother had instructed. However, much to the hooded man’s confusion, when he turned the handle on the large wooden door to enter the room, he quickly realized that he was currently the only one present. This was especially strange considering that, usually, at least one of his siblings was always present a little earlier than necessary, usually Alcina or Karl, but occasionally Donna with Angie in tow.

Mother had clearly said in her message that she wanted to start the meeting at 8pm sharply, so where on earth is everyone?

“Moreau” Mother Miranda’s voice called out, immediately pushing all thoughts from Salvatore’s brain as her powerful, yet lucious voice echoed against the halls of the room like a choir of angels.

“Y-yes! W-what… is it… M-mother Miranda? I-i-i came to you… j-just like you asked” Salvatore responds, bowing his head in reverence as he slowly crosses the room and approaches the otherworldly woman.

“So you did, though I suppose you coming exactly when I call makes the most sense. You always were the most obedient of my children” the woman remarks with casual disdain, her voice devoid of any sort of motherly affection or tenderness. Despite the clear disgust and disregard with which Miranda regards the hooded man standing before her, her words light Salvatore’s soul ablaze, filling his mangled body with intense feelings of heat and desire that melt his heart of the cold, icy frost that had frozen it over the course of the long winter.

“Y-y-yes, y-yes of c-course, Mother M-Miranda! I-i would… I would do any-anything... for y-you. A-anything you s-say... anything y-you n-need… I’d d-do it... f-for you. W-without question!” The deformed man says, practically getting on his hands and knees and crawling as he neared closer and closer to Miranda, stopping only when he’d arrived just in front of the steps the raven mother stood upon, his gaze trained at the ground as he knelt at her feet, awaiting his fate at his mother’s hands.

“I know you would, Moreau,” Miranda says cooly, gently brushing the palm of her hand against the black fabric that covers the top of Salvatore’s head, “which is why I’ve called you here today; to reward you for your loyalty and service to me thus far.”

Salvatore sinks sharp and jagged teeth into the flesh of his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as he desperately tries to silence the needy whine that wanted to tear its way from the back of his throat. His body shivered and twitched in unimaginable delight from the sudden tender caress to his sensitive skin. How long had it been since someone had touched him so gently? How long since someone had spoken to him with such kind and soft words. Took the time to gather presents as a reward for years of faithful servitude? How long since someone had loved him like this?

‘Too long’ the disfigured man sighed to himself, reveling in the soft, gentle contact for as long as he is able.

“Moreau. Look at me” Miranda commanded firmly, and despite not wanting his beloved Mother to be forced to bear witness to his hideous face, he complied, lifting his head up and back to allow his gaze to lift from the floor and up at the glowing figure that was his Mother, his beautiful, incredible, intelligent, majestic mother.

The light shining down from above illuminates Miranda from behind. From Salvatore’s perspective on the floor, the light darkens her face and most of her torso and waist, giving a softened, almost ethereal glow around Miranda’s figure. This, along with the rest of her garb, makes Mother Miranda appear even more like the holy woman that Salvatore naively believes she still is. Despite her less than affectionate treatment of him thus far, Salvatore still stared up at the darkened face of Mother Miranda, his eyes shining with reverence, love, desire, and unending devotion.

“Y-yes... Mother?” Salvatore breathed, barely able to speak above a whisper as Miranda stepped away, gesturing for him to follow.

“Are you ready to collect your gift now?” The raven mother asks, speaking more softly than before and even holding her hand out to Salvatore, her pose and appearance mirroring that of a powerful god taking mercy upon her wretched follower, reaching out to reward the years of faithful servitude and worship.

Salvatore, barely able to keep himself calm as he stumbled to his feet, did not grace Mother Miranda’s question with a proper response, instead practically racing to take the woman’s outstretched hand in his own.

“I’m ready Mother… I-I’m ready for... my g-gift now… can I… c-can I have it n-now… p-please?” Salvatore begs, pulling at Miranda’s hand like an overly excited child, seemingly unaware of the disgusted twist of her face when the hooded man’s cold, slimy fingers firmly latched onto hers.

“Of course, my child” Mother Miranda says, pulling her hand back from Salvatore’s and instead placing it along the man’s hunched back, beginning to guide him to wherever it was the raven mother had hidden his gift.

As Salvatore limped next to Mother Miranda, the deformed man couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it was that Mother had gotten for him. Was it a new cloak, to replace the worn one he was currently wearing? Perhaps a new set of romance films so he didn’t have to rewatch the ones he already owned over and over again anymore? Or maybe it was something to help with his digestion?

It would be nice to get his chronic acid reflux under control again.

Regardless of what the gift actually turned out to be however, Salvatore was merely pleased that he was finally getting a chance to spend time with Mother Miranda all by himself for a change.

Maybe, if he was lucky, she’d even agree to hold him, just like she always did back when he was still undergoing cadou treatment.

Oh how wonderful that would be!

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dangermousie · 3 years

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Something Happened in Bali eps 1-2 rewatch thoughts

It's really interesting, rewatching this. God, I'd almost forgotten how much I love Jo In Sung. LOVE. I mean, I love him and his nervous energy so much that I don't even notice So Ji Sub, who normally I really like. (ide note - A Dirty Carnival was the best Korean movie I have ever seen, and what made me truly and utterly lose it for him - but it was so brutally hopeless, it made me depressed for days. Go watch!) Anyway, back to the drama. 1. I'd almost forgotten how unpleasant the two guys and Other Girl are in this, at the start. None of them are monsters (though by the end the Secondary Girl comes close, IMO, even if I end up feeling a repelled kind of pity for her) but they are all in their selfish shells - it's little things, like not helping Soo Jung with her heavy bag or treating her as an extra in their lives. Even their kindness is this thoughtless kind. It's funny because I am not sure if they change in niceness quotient that much (though both the men become much more desperately vulnerable, especially Jae Min) but I guess I get to know them so well and their reasons for being the way they are, I sort of end up not caring - I end up adoring Jae Min as a character, especially, so much. Even if he is the biggest trainwreck I have ever seen as a kdrama lead in my 15+ years of watching kdramas. 2. Soo Jung. I adore her. You could see how annoyed she is she is dealing with the tour group from hell (the other 3) but the way she pushes and carries on is WONDERFUL. So is her drunken camaraderie with Jae Min. She is in another universe from the poised, iced, controlled Young Joo. But it's interesting, she seems so (relatively) well-adjusted compared to the rest of them but as the drama unfolds, you see that this hard-earned cheerfulness is a facade and she is very broken too - between her and Jae Min, I am not sure, which one is more screwed-up. For him, it's his family, but for her, it's her poverty that has made her so. Ha Ji Won SLAYS in this role (so do the rest of the cast, of course.) She’s rough, she’s desperate, she’s grasping, she’s vulnerable, she’s irresistible - in other hands you would never get how two screwed-up, closed-off men would fall so desperately for someone so greedy, so grasping, so flawed - but here you are drawn to her vividness, to her joy, to her intensity, to her unique combo of sunshine and extreme damage. 3. You know, there are hints about her screwed-upness even this early on - the scene where Jae Min offers her $$$ for a one-night stand and she calls him a jerk (and you see by his reaction he doesn't even understand that what he said was insulting - he is puzzled. In his world, everything can be bought and sold, and there is no such thing as affection.) and then asks whether he is going to pay before or after. In her world, there is no room for the grand gesture, for throwing money in his face. She leaves only because he kicks her out (giving her money but not doing anything) telling her to buy her new shoes (hers are broken) and saying "it's not fun any more" (the first of many instances she really throws him off any usual ways he deals with things). And then she trips on her broken heels walking out, sprawling in the lobby, inelegantly grabbing and picking up money. 4. One of the biggest delights of this rewatch for me is contrasting in my head the way Jae Min is going to be with her later - utterly desperate and "brought down" and willing to beg and beg and beg, and the way he is now - emotionally detached, with all the 'power' on his side - I mean, contrast his propositioning her for that one-night stand and the scene where they finally make love, a dozen eps from now. Though she is totally rattling him even now - I love the scene where he first truly notices her - seeing her in the parking lot trying to fix her shoes, eating, and drinking. She is just so REAL and alive and immediate. No wonder he's caught (and then quickly looks away). 5. Jae Min's father needs to die in a fire after being slowly cut with a myriad of razors - the scene in his office in ep 2 where he is practicing golf in his office and Jae Min flinches any time the golf club is in his vicinity, and almost stutters, just - RAGE. Increased 1000x by what I know he does later. But I confess to being amused in the scene where he is throwing things at Jae Min during the board meeting and a flunkie keeps moving things up to him to throw - folders, bottle of water, so he won't run out of things - a definition of a brown-noser.

6. I love how oddly real this drama feels in its filming - people are not glamorized within an inch of their lives and there is no glossiness, no studied detachment, no appeal to coolness or w/e. It is what it is and it knows it. God, I love this drama!

7. (The below is spoilery for the whole thing) Bali has the distinction of having the most dysfunctional couple I have ever shipped. Years of therapy were needed for those two. Yes, my OTP was Jae Min/Soo Jung, despite the fact that the otp's end was murder/suicide. I don't care, I still shipped them - the ending of the drama is one of my favorite drama moments, in actuality - Jae Min becoming more and more unhinged because of his nightmarish family and then finally he believes Soo Jung just played him in order to scam money and ruin his family with her lover. He tracks them down to Bali and finds them in bed. Ironically, Soo Jung has just finished telling her lover that she wants to leave him and go back to Korea to look for Jae Min because it's him she wants. Jae Min, of course, does not hear her (and he is so catatonic at that point, I doubt it would have registered if he did hear). So he shoots her and her lover dead as they lie there. But while her lover is dead asap, Soo Jung has time to look at Jae Min and tell him 'saranghae' which is about the most awesome thing ever - she has never ever told him she loved him before, not through all his efforts to win her heart, not even when they made love. And now she is telling him as she is dying, because it's important to her for him to know before she dies - there are no games or conditions. And of course, Jae Min snapped out of it as soon as he shot and he is falling apart as is and then he hears her tell him she loves him and his face - oh my God. And he goes outside and kills himself and I sit there bawling and hoping his horrific family all have collective heart attacks and die.

Yes. I ship THAT. I don't care what it makes me. The drama makes no bones that Jae Min is beyond messed up - I am kinda amazed he is walking and talking, to be honest. His father wins the incontrovertible award for the worst kdrama father ever and if you know kdramas you know what a feat that is. The scene where Jae Min is on his knees in front of his father, weeping and begging to be allowed to have Soo Jung and his father beats him half into unconsciousness and then tells him it's Soo Jung's fault and he will go after her next and make her disappear and Jae Min is left pleading that he did not mean it and it's not Soo Jung's fault and he misunderstood? FLAMES. FLAMES WHEN I JUST THINK ABOUT IT. So his love for Soo Jung is no help - I don't think any woman could have 'fixed' him, and certainly the hugely messed-up despite her sunny demeanor Soo Jung, with her own major issues and fragility, was about the last person to do so. However, even if they could have worked out their happiness, with the help of some really high-priced therapy, his family made it impossible - in fact they turned the screws on even worse, not caring that their actions were plainly driving him into nonfunctionality land. But then - how else could it end with all the destruction and damage and desperation on both sides and his having no experience with any expression of love that was not entangled with violence. And in context of fiction, the OTP that has the potential for helping each other but dooms each other instead is my jam SO MUCH!

#something happened in bali #kdrama

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undergrounddweller89 · 3 years

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NOTE : THIS IS A SPIES IN DISGUISE AU, WALTER IS THE CRIMINAL MASTER MIND AND KILLIAN IS THE SCIENTIST

THIS DEFINITELY CONTAINS SEXY TIMES

Not well written though probably and I tend to rarely go through my work to look for mistakes.

Despite Killian being kidnapped and handcuffed EVERY THING IS CONSENSUAL... Tristan is crazy obsessed with Beckett so he's very happy.

Now you've had your warning you read this instead of scrolling past that's on you, lemon is a tag used for stuff like this but if you feel like there are other tags I need to use please do tell me!)

The bag was stuffy, head phones covered his ears, they'd knocked off his glasses in their struggle to capture him, he could barely see without them.

Now his hands were cuffed behind his back, a hand on each upper arm, honestly Tristan was terrified, the car ride seemed a life time, though realistically it was only ten to fifteen minutes long.

He'd pleaded saying he was a no body just a scientist the agency threw in the corner and that no one ever took him seriously.

He was hunched, trying to tuck his head into his shoulders, so this was how he was going to die.

He felt every bump of the car and turn, trying to map out where he was going but he didn't recognise this route, usually he rode every where on his bicycle, deep blue with a silver bell and a basket on the front to pick up dinner on his way home...

Home where he could research the Criminal Master mind Walter Beckett ...to a near unhealthy obsession...alright it was unhealthy when you imagined him pushing you back against the table parting your thighs, fucking you and making you look at him by holding your head with his clawed hand....

Fuck was he going to die thinking about Walter, a man who didn't even known he existed...well he had no one, nothing living to care about...he might as well think of someone who made him happy even if only in his fantasies before he died right.

He was pulled from the car where he tried kicking at his handlers, Tristan didn't get very far though as one of them punch his gut winding him, he was wheezing as he was taken out of the vehicle.

"You know he's gonna kill you for that right."

The first handler smacked the second on the back of the head

"Only if this limp dick tells him, he's too much of pussy to squeal."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, but Im not covering your ass."

He was dragged through the facility, Tristan refused to make it easy to carry him and went limp.

Both handlers groaned, fuck, great a difficult one, well the first wasn't going to risk hurting him into compliance and the second knew he was on thin ice, if that punch had bruised him their boss was literally going to kill him.

Other workers watched as they went by, another two carried Tristans legs who now tried to struggle again, what the hell was going on!

He was sat in a chair with ease, after all their boss was right there, the workers didn't dare handle him as if he were anything less than a handle with care package with fragile taped all over him.

"Well are you going to take that off him, it's a little hard for dramatic entrances when he can't even see me."

"Yes sir, right away."

The bag was pulled off swiftly with the headphones clattering to the floor.

Tristan squinted, everyone looked like blurs, he could see faces only as different coloured splodges, his hair sticking up in different angles, shoulders aching now, he still sat up right, heart racing

"Where are his glasses?"

Tristan turned to where he heard the man speak, it was cold, commanded respect...familiar but no it couldn't be...

"Sebastian, where are his glasses?"

"I ah, James you see knocked them off in the struggle and-"

A metal arm, supporting four claw digits at it's end clasped his face

"What did I tell you about people with glasses, remove them, keep them what Sebastian."

He had brought the man to his knees holding so tightly Sebastian could feel his skull on the verge of cracking, he let out a cry as he managed to finish the sentence

"Safe!"

"Oh good you can listen to orders, now James..."

He'd let go of Sebastian and beckoned over his other crew member, Tristan knew this voice but it couldn't be him, he must still be disorientated.

"James, what have I told you about harming what belongs to me."

He said softly, curling his his claws around James's tie, Sebastian stepped back, well he had warned his coworker and with a snap and flick of his wrist the tie had been pulled so hard and tight the man's neck had been snapped.

"He had trouble following orders, first few times is understandable, you're settling into this new life but after five years it should not be that hard."

Tristan wished he'd had his glasses because if this was Walter Beckett he would have just witnessed one of Becketts trade mark moves and yes maybe would have gushed like a fan boy.

He was going to pretend it was him until he could see at the least and imagine he was kidnapped by Thee Walter Beckett.

He listened to him calling in clean up crew and for someone to bring up the glasses, his shape coming in closer and closer, it had to be him, the silver blurred limb was on his left, the hair colour.

"Awww poor baby..."

The younger man cooed.

Tristan tried very hard not to lean into his touch when his hair was stroke back and felt the Claws against his scalp

"Don't worry now, my useless men have been dealt with, come on now look up at me."

He didn't exactly give Tristan a choice as he place a claw under his chin

"See, now Mr Mcford I know I have my fans, the ones who do their fanart, their fictions whatever you will, I keep an eye on anyone who searches my name out of curiosity..."

He tapped his nose

"You Mcford like clock work will watch videos that have only the briefest flash of me, pour over articles, fictions..."

He smirked tracing one long metal claw along his jaw

"Reader x Walter Beckett, but you got tired of them, skinny little me always being pinned, submissive, no, no you wrote your own, named yourself Killian, nice name by the way, where I owned you, laid you back and made sure you knew who you belonged to."

Tristan was red, he was so fucking red and wanted the bag back on his head

"But Im not here to embarrass you, you're actually a good writer and it was the first one I ever enjoyed myself to."

Tristan wanted to implode, die right there, hearing Beckett had fucking masturbated to his little story, he let out a whine then hung his head, trying to hide how much that effected him.

The crew came up and pulled the body from the room and handed Walter the item he'd requested

"Face me now, unless you prefer being half blind."

Beckett held his face with his human hand, finger tip tracing a cheek bone, my they were sharp weren't they, what a pretty scientist.

Placing the glasses on, small lights flickered then settled.

"They read your eyes and the lenses adjust to the prescription you need."

Walter explained now casually sitting on Mcford's lap, an arm around the back of his neck.

"I'll cut to the chase, as I said we check everyone who even so much as types my name out of curiosity and when I found out you were working for the agency that has reaaaally caused a lot of problems in my life I researched you."

Tristan was staring, no way did Walter not feel the protruding problem down below, you would literally have to be either dead or have no feeling in your body to not notice that, he was still, he listened to him, was he having a wet dream, it had to be a dream right?

"Besides my uh Internet history...what...what did you find out."

"Oh you know, that you're an under appreciated scientist who came up with designs so dangerous they had to lock them away...and I may have slightly stolen them, now while I could personally and am the only qualified person here to build such delicious technology...."

He slipped his hand under Tristans lab coat, slowly rubbing his palm against his chest and smirking at the shakey breath and the way Tristan adjusted his hips, oh he could certainly feel that reaction

"I have an evil empire to run...I need you Tristan, I want you..."

He leaned in closer, lips nearly at his.

Mcford whined, fuck he was close Walter hadn't even done anything but the raised brow and smirk on Becketts face told him he could feel him twitch and gasped as the hand that'd been on his chest traveled down a finger tip teasing the head of his cock through his pants.

"How do you feel about working for me Tristan, build your machines and what ever else comes to mind, I need someone as competent as myself..."

Walter kneaded him slowly, to the point the slow pace was painful, his mouth was open and another ragged breath left him, this had to be a wet dream a really, vivid wet dream, please don't let his alarm go off...he pressed against his neck, forehead on his shoulder as Walter stroked the back of his neck with metal Claws, cool against his flesh.

Even if he was awake, of course his answer was yes....

"We could even build something together, I'm sure you'd just love to see me work..."

Beckett leered.

Walter was so warm, he was here, touching him, fucking touching him, dragging it out and making him nearly beg and he loved it.

"Yes..."

Tristan panted, lifting his hips trying to get more friction, he still had his handcuffs on he couldn't reach out and touch the man he wanted, his wrists struggling instinctively to part.

"Look at me and say it, Tristan."

That purr went through Mcford's entire being, lifting his head whimpering, biting his lip, he loved the tease, feeling so close to the edge and having Walter deny him...he begged to some god out there that Walter would finish it at least, it was so intense, he knew his clothes were stained with precum, Beckett seemed to enjoy reminding him he knew it was there by playfully tapping a finger over the tip of his cock where the damp patch was.

"Yes...I'll work for you....I have mmmphn wanted to since I ahh first saw you... Oh my god..."

Walter smiled, watching him, listening to him, oh how blue his eyes looked when his cheeks were this flushed, absolutely gorgeous.

"Oh Tristan there is no god, only me and my loving hands."

He returned, unbuckling Tristans belt and reaching in, blushing a little himself as he watched Tristans eyes nearly roll up, his head falling forward.

Tristan watched as Walter finished him off how desperately he wanted to hold onto him, press fingers into his back, he couldn't remember the last time he came this fucking hard or if he'd ever...he was speechless...breathless and fuck he'd made a mess of them both.

He was putty in Walters hands, feeling a claw lift his head again, moaning softly still, his body was tingling all over

"Welcome to the team Killian."

Beckett said sweetly before leaning in and kissing him.

#lemon #Spies in disguise #Walter x Killian #Au

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onyxoverride · 3 years

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Okay Virgin!Zeke gave me a push into the rot that spells „Submissive Zeke“ and I just can’t get myself to climb out of that hole. Okay so, my brain thought about 1047271 thoughts per second about this fictional man and I hate myself for it yes and let me tell ya:

Imagine you are a rich marleyan woman, in a pretty high position in the soldier ranks. Similar to a commander, not as high ranked as them though. And of course you know war chief Zeke, the wonder boy, Yes you know him. And Zeke knows you. The sexual tension between you two says it all, how Zeke flirts with you. And let me tell you when I say it gets his cock unbelievable hard when you give him this cold look and ignore his flirty comment. And as desperately as he wants to fuck you into the mattress and make you his little cock addicted whore- the thought of you dominating him is what he thinks of every night when his stupid hand is wrapped around his cock. He wants to worship you, fuck, please, he would fucking beg to get his hands on you. And even if it’s just a gentle touch on your shoulder.

What can I say? His dreams come true one day. A stressful meeting, planning strategies, annoying men making dumb sex jokes, annoying you and the whole female population. Those are not the sex jokes Zeke pulls, Zeke‘s got a drop of intelligence in them. After the meeting you a fucking angry and call the war chief into your office. Of course you are aware of his feelings and his way of thinking. „Close the door“ is the first thing you say to him as he comes in. Of course Zeke tenses up like a teenage boy and watches you with big eyes, gesturing him to come closer to you. The air is thick with tension, you could cut it with a knife as you two watch eachother with the most longing, lustful look you have. You order Zeke to „get on his fucking knees and use his mouth for something better than some dumb sex jokes.“ All while leaning against your desk, pulling back your coat and hiking your skirt up a bit for him. And boy does he do that. Eating your pussy like a fucking champ and. Oh boy. It gets him hard, he could cum in his pants instantly. Especially with the way you are staring down our nose with an almost bored expression, stroking his hair and spitting filth from your mouth. „Yeah? You like that?“, you ask with the voice of an Angel, tugging at his hair so hard it stings, but it only gets Zeke harder. You degrade him and let your frustrations out on him, although it is wrong. But Zeke doesn’t mind. Absolutely not, to say the least, it gets him off. Because „that’s the only thing you men are good for, right? Getting on your fucking knees and worship women like pathetic dogs.“ Normally, you would say that a guy fucks a woman. But no no no. Not in this situation. In this Situation, it’s Zeke later who finds himself sitting in your chair, at your desk, and getting fucked. Use him for your pleasure, bounce on his dick at the pace you like. But reward him, because after all, he is a pathetic man-slut, but he is pathetic man-slut with feelings.

-🍆 (watch me slippin‘ and turning this into a whole Ass Paragraph i am kinda sorry)

Gosh I'm writing a Sub! Zeke fic rn and this was helpful to get the juices flowing (brain juices not...)

Also never apologize I love this !!

Innuendo after innuendo. It's annoying, especially when they're being so informal in front of you, a high ranking member of the military. But calling the wonder boy to your office after a meeting gone awry, stress creaking underneath your skin, you know this will at least help a little.

And boy does it help to distress you, to see Zeke on his knees for you, lapping at your cunt like a desperate dog, as he should be. Your voice, sweet and mocking all at the same time, "You love this, don't you?"

He nods so eagerly it almost makes you laugh. The famous War Chief on his knees, whimpering into your cunt so desperately. This is his dreams come true, your moans are even better than he's imagined.

Then when he's thrown into the chair all he can do is roll his head back and moan about how tight your cunt is as you ride him like a fiend, chair creaking and his nails digging into your hips.

Zeke a pathetic little man-slut for you, only you.

#i wish i could add more but this is so good #◆.aot #❖.zeke jaeger #⚫.answered #⚫.drabbles #♥️.🍆anon #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke jaeger smut #zeke yeager smut #zeke yaeger smut #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke yeager x reader

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ye4gerz · 4 years

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reflections; baekhyun

you knew better than to give permission to a demon.

++ genre: supernatural au! angst; smut[teasing, fingering, oral, degradation, choking and bondage.]

++ word count: 5k

++ pairs: demon!baekhyun x fem reader [mentions of jongdae & sehun.]

++ song: jekyll – exo

++ warnings: mentions of ghosts, demons, possession, ouija boards.

You were freezing. The tips of your fingers were almost numb, nearly shaking in fear. You couldn’t figure out exactly why you were scared, but you knew you were somewhere bad. It was pitch black and not a person in sight. You can hear your own breath, footsteps and gulps.

“Where am I? How did I get here?” You asked yourself, trying to look for any source of light.

Before you knew it, your body was trembling. The freezing cold was no longer and instead the burning sensation of heat became apparent. Within a second, you felt your body go into flames; only there weren’t any. Burns so bad, so hot, you couldn’t control yourself from the bloody screams exiting your mouth.

“Somebody! Please help me! Please!” You yell out for help, only to get your echo in response.

You fall to your knees, hugging your burning body. Tears streaming down your face. How did you manage to get here? Was this possibly a nightmare? Sleep paralysis? Anything but reality.

“Give me permission,” you heard a faint whisper.

It was an unfamiliar voice. A voice that left your mind in a frenzy. It was smooth, practically mesmerizing. It was angelic.

“W-What?” You thought to yourself, only screams still leaving your body, in utter agony.

“If you want it to stop, give me permission. Give me your permission. I can stop it,” the whisper spoke, but very slowly. “Would you like me to stop it? Only I can save you. I want to help you,” it continued.

“YES!” You managed to scream.

You want it to stop. You want to wake up. You want to be able to feel your body again. This couldn’t be real, it was too much of a fantasy. It was almost out of a really bad horror movie. If this was a dream, it was possibly the worst dream you have ever had.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” it speaks, much more confident than before. You can almost hear the smirk behind it.

Then you woke up.

Nearly bolting out of your bed, you rapidly bring your hands up to your face. You were alive, you were finally okay. Your chest was uncontrollably rising from the fear you just experienced.

After taking a few minutes to catch your breath, you turn your head to your clock.

“Shit, I’m late!” You hop out your bed, getting ready for work, your nightmare suddenly slipping out of your memory.

Being at work was a drag. It wasn’t the best job, but it paid the bills. An office job is what it was, a very long and boring office job. A mutual friend of yours offered you the secretary position, knowing you were in need of something.

“Wow, someone looks dead,” Jongdae hovers over your desk, handing over your daily coffee. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, pushing up his glasses.

“Barely. I keep having weird dreams. I think I’m stressing myself out too much,” you sigh, taking a sip of your coffee.

“No way, it’s because of your haunted apartment. Seriously it’s been four months since you’ve moved in and nothing but weird things have been happening to you,” he turns around, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting right next to you.

“Goodness Dae, when are you going to give it up with the whole ghost thing? They aren’t even real,” you roll your eyes.

“Ever since you settled in, weird stuff has been happening to you. How can you explain all of your random bruises? The headaches? The fact you’re always dizzy now. You lost all energy within the same four months,” he continues.

“I’m no doctor, but I’m sure anyone can tell you that’s called iron deficiency, my friend,” you sarcastically say. “Not to mention I’ve been working more hours and still trying to adjust from the move.”

“It’s sketchy is what it is,” he raises his brow.

“Whatever, I’m tired of this conversation. I have calls to make, so if you could excuse me before we both get in trouble, thank youuu,” you say, pushing his chair as he rolls away to the following desk.

Haunted, pft, you laugh at the mere thought. Ghosts and ghouls just aren’t a thing, pure fiction is what it was in your mind. Besides, no records show of anyone ever dying in your apartment. There’s no evidence at all.

So why has it been eating you up all day.

Lunch came around and you couldn’t help but head over to Jongdae’s cubicle. This time accompanied him was your coworker, Sehun.

“Hey guys,” you side smile, giving them a little wave.

“Hey, I was just telling Sehun about your nightmares and guess what?!” He jumps in excitement.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, “what?”

“Ghosts,” Sehun snaps his fingers at you.

“Even he agrees!” Jongdae exclaims, relieved someone finally sees eye to eye with him.

“Okay okay, so what if it is a ghost? How the hell do I get rid of it?” You fold your arms.

The men look at each other, clueless. They probably didn’t think they would get this far in convincing you of the paranormal, but Sehun knew what to say, as so he thought.

“Talk to it, tell it to leave you alone,” he says.

“Are you crazy?! You want me to talk to a possible angry spirit and tell it to leave me alone? Yeah, no, I’m not ready to get dragged by my feet tonight,” you scoff.

He rolls his eyes, “well do you have any better ideas?”

“I’ve got one,” Jongdae chimes in. “There’s this game that people use to talk to spirits. Some type of board game, uh, ouija board, I believe. You see, you talk to the spirit and it spells out words on the board, but there’s rules to it. You need to follow by the rules accordingly or else bad things can happen, very bad things.”

“And you want me to go buy this scary board?” Raising your brows, eyeing him as if he’s the craziest man on earth.

“You can borrow mine. My cousins and I used it once as a party gag and nothing bad happened to us. It’s still in my car, I can go get it and leave it on your desk before you clock out. Like I said, if you follow the rules, you’ll be completely safe, I swear,” Your friend promises.

“You sure about this one? My idea seemed a lot less intense than that, geez,” Sehun gives a concerned look at Jongdae.

“Well, what else do you wanna do? We aren’t professionals at this,” Jongdae sighs, helpless.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” you say.

Their heads turn at you, gawking at your answer. You? Of all people? They couldn’t believe you were completely giving into their ideas, especially Jongdae.

Jongdae has been your best friend since your freshman year in college. You guys knew everything about each other and have irreplaceable memories. He knew your weaknesses, what made you tick and your turn offs. It’s a given, you’re a stubborn person. He always knew you as one. Never in his life would he expect you to agree to something so fast.

“You said as long as I follow the instructions I’ll be safe, correct? Unlike you fools, I follow by the book. If nothing happens then I was right and there’s no such thing as ghosts,” you comply.

“And if we’re right? If you do talk to this ghost?” Sehun twists the cap of his pen out of nervousness, leaning against your friends cubicle.

“Then I’ll kindly ask it to leave and let you guys know you were right. Fair enough?” Without letting them continue a word, you nod and turn your back, ready to walk away.

“Remember to have it by my desk before we leave,” is the last thing you say to them before you exit the floor.

Night comes and you’re all alone. You had finally left work and as promised, it was there. You were having second thoughts, as you looked up more about the board. Jongdae said it was harmless if you were responsible yet your research says else wise. It’s bad enough the car ride back home was eerie. It was hard trying to get rid of the knot in your stomach while the board sat right next to you, mocking you.

You’re desperate. You had enough of these occurrences. You had enough of the screams, the fear… the torture. Although you didn’t want to admit it, deep down you wanted to hear the voice you once heard.

It was so intoxicating, all day you tried your best to remember it. Playing it’s words over and over again in your head. You were certainly drawn to it and itched a thought about his intentions. Surely with a voice as sweet as his you would be safe, right?

“Just one night with him,” you told yourself.

One night to figure out what was going on in this apartment. One night to meet him, talk to him. What were these feelings? Your sudden need to be near him? You missed him more than ever. It’s as if he left a curse on you. If he had marked his spot on you.

Your fear grew into excitement, realizing it was just after midnight. You got comfortable in your place, setting up the candles and board in your room. You begged with each second that he would appear tonight. You want to see him. You want to touch him and confirm if he’s real.

The closer it gets to three am, the more you ache for him. Tingles on the tips of your fingers, they remind you of the burning sensation, only pleasurable.

When you were finally ready, you settle down the planchette, picking up the instructions.

RULE ONE: Do Not Play Alone.

Well great, here you are already breaking the first rule.

RULE TWO: Do Not Play During Devils Hour (Three AM).

Check. It was only a few minutes after midnight.

RULE THREE: Do Not Take Your Hands Off The Planchette Without Saying Goodbye First.

RULE FOUR: Be respectful

After going through more rules, you were a bit annoyed over how much time it took. You knew there were a few rules, but not this many. You predicted most of them, but the warning left you uneasy.

WARNING: Do NOT Accept A Demons Invitation. This Can Easily Cause A Possession. Demons Will Try To Convince You To Give Up Your Soul. If Met With A Demon, End The Game Immediately And Call Your Local Church.

Your throat suddenly went dry. Demonic possessions? That’s a thing?! You presumed those were only in the movies and books. The knot in your stomach makes a reappearance, causing your mind to fog up.

You don’t have a demon in your apartment. It’s just a silly ghost who’s trapped and somehow attached to you. It’s a friendly spirit who’s still mourning over their death. You kept telling yourself these things until the knot subsided. You knew you needed to get this over and done with.

Taking a deep breath you put your fingers on the planchette. You eyed the board closely, making sure nothing could interfere in the way.

“I invite the spirit who haunts me to communicate,” you start speaking out loud.

“You’ve been haunting me for quite some time now. I welcome you to come talk to me, are you here right now?” You ask, a shaky breath escaping your lips.

Everything was silent. Nothing was moving. No one was in sight.

Being frustrated you cleared your throat and asked again, “I said, are you here with me? Are you listening?”

Before a blink of an eye your fingers move the planchette to yes.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Could it have been nerves? There must be a scientific explanation to this. Your body must be nervous. You’re only trying to feed yourself the answers you want.

Moving your hands back to the center of the board, you clear your throat. “Thank you for responding to me. I’m sure you know my name by now, could you spell out your name for me?” you ask.

It took a while but a few seconds later your hands were moving up to ‘yes’. This time the movements were slower, it was losing energy. It came back down to the middle and started slowly but surely spelling out its name.

You read along with it, “B-A-E-K…”

“Baek..?” you whisper to yourself.

“H-Y-U-N,” it spells.

“Baekhyun. Your name is Baekhyun? That’s a nice name for a spirit,” you anxiously chuckle, trying your best not to upset the paranormal force in your home.

“Why are you haunting me, Baekhyun? Did I upset you when I moved in?” You question.

This time it moves to no. You raise a brow in confusion but it continues to spell out a word. A word you were not expecting.

Lonely.

“You’re a lonely ghost? Oh, so my company brings you comfort,” you nod along to yourself, trying to make of the current situation.

“You see, Baekhyun, I don’t know if it’s because you’re sad or perhaps upset, but you’ve been causing me these nightmares. I’ve woken up with bruises and have seen visions so graphic, were these all you?” you bravely ask.

This time you didn’t get an answer. You waited a while and even asked again, but nothing. You decide to skip the question and continue with a different one.

“Baekhyun, how old are you?” you managed to choke out in fear.

As said in the rules, never ask a spirit for its age. It was another rule you decided to break. You wanted to break the tension and had forgotten what was forbidden versus what wasn’t.

You hoped for anything, a young man, even an old man. Anything but zero, for zero indicates a demon.

RULE SEVEN: Do Not Ask For The Spirits Age. If Said Spirit Gives You Information Of Their Age, Beware. If A Spirit Says They Are Zero Years Old, End The Game Immediately. Demons Are Unborn Creatures, Never Made With A Human Body, Therefore They Are Zero.

Frustrated you repeat yourself, “I’ll ask again, how old are you, Baekhyun?”

Suddenly your planchette landed where you prayed it wouldn’t.

Zero.

You gasped, accidentally pushing away the board and everything along with it.

“No! No!” You gather everything, frantically placing the planchette back on the board.

Tears were trickling down your face as you repeated and screamed, “Goodbye! Goodbye! Thank you and goodb–”

All your candles go out. Yelling in fear you make your way to your lamp, being able to give you the light you need.

You closed the portal, why is this happening?

“I said goodbye!” you yell, looking around, making sure you were safe.

“I thought you missed me?” The voice announces, finally making itself present again.

“I’m here to protect you. If you let me, I can guard you,” it says.

“Someone.. Please help me…” You weep.

The lightbulb in your room bursts, the darkness clouding your vision. You felt like you were in your nightmare all over again and you couldn’t take it.

“Just say the word and I’ll be there to protect you. Give me access, princess.”

“YES! YES! YES!” You screamed, hands covering your ears and your eyes shut tight from anything that could possibly be around you.

Within less than a second, your light goes back on. It flickers as if it never popped. Your home is silent, and the candles seem to be lit again, as if nothing ever happened.

You step back from the board, not wanting to touch it. You continued backwards, as far as you can, until you bumped into something– someone.

Turning around, you face a man who had suddenly appeared. You wanted to scream, you really did. You wanted to cry for help and run out your apartment without a doubt. However, looking at this man, embracing all his beauties, made you want to stay.

He was tall and slightly built. His hair was white and his skin was pale. His eyes were a warm shade of brown and his lips were plumped and pink. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he was dressed in a white button up, tucked into some black pants. His dress shoes completed the look, giving him an extra bit of height.

He was perfect.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…” The man who belongs to the beautiful face, speaks. “For years I have guarded over you. For years I’ve watched you grow and become stronger. Your soul, it’s so pure, so beautiful. It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” his plushed lips pout.

“W-What are you? What do you want?” you ask under your breath, not even sure if he could hear you.

“I’m your angel. You’ve been hurt by a demon, haven’t you, beautiful? I’m Baekhyun, a guardian angel,” he smiles at you, his eyes sparkling.

Confused, you shake your head, “No, you told me you were a demon.”

“They’re trying to confuse you. Demons are known to lie as much as they can to try to take a humans soul. They knew I was looking after you and tried to use my name to manipulate you. It’s okay now, they shouldn’t be back anytime soon, I’ve got you,” he reassures.

He was charming yet sort of nerdy, innocent almost. He made you feel safe. You can't bring yourself to fully trust him though, but you knew you were falling for his mask.

“Why should I trust you? How do I know you aren’t lying to me?” You question the man in front of you.

“If an angel lies, they turn to dust. It is taught in heaven, if an angel goes against their word of god, they perish,” he licks his lips, bringing himself closer to you.

His mouth was slowly approaching your ear, You could feel his breath tickling your neck sending goosebumps all over your body. He was daringly close to you.

“And I’m still here, baby. Waiting for you… Wanting you…” he whispers, leaving you slightly gasping.

“Why me?” you mumble.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Watching you for so long, I fell in love with you. You’re everything I’ve ever needed…” his mouth got closer and slowly aimed for your neck.

Softly, he kissed your neck. Placing sweet little kisses on all your weak spots. Something in you didn’t want to move. Something in you liked it, you wanted more.

His tongue lapped over your sensitive spot, a soft moan escaping your mouth.

“You sound so beautiful. I can’t believe you can finally see me. I just want to make you feel good,” he removes his lips from your neck and looks into your eyes.

His eyes twinkle. They’re soft and warm. The most calming shade of brown. He looks at you with passion, care and love.

“May I? May I have the honors and make you feel good tonight?” He asks, this time almost anxiously.

It could’ve been his eyes, it could’ve been his beauty, it could’ve been his pure talent at kissing, but you without a doubt caved in and agreed.

“Yes, please,” you beg.

He smiles, holding you closer to him. Your chests were pressed up against each other as he leaned down slowly, his lips meeting with yours.

You froze, still adjusting to the situation. Your tension starting to fade as his hands roamed your body. Your lips were moving perfectly together. His lips were soft and he tasted sweet like candy. His tongue slightly pokes at yours, wanting for more. You were stubborn, as always, but eventually gave in and gave him access.

He was such a great kisser.

He knew what he was doing and the effect it had on you. He continued until he needed more, bringing his knee in between your legs, earning a moan from you. The friction felt so euphoric.

Here you are, in the middle of your room, about to have sex with an angel. It was impossible to process, especially with how well he was making you feel. A wet patch forming at the center of your underwear.

“Baekhyun…” you moan, wishing for more.

“Is this what you want? You want me, don’t you?” He snickers.

“Y-Yes,” You lean your head back as he starts marking your neck again.

“Say it,” he demands.

It was quiet. Too shy and too occupied in the pleasure, you completely tune him out.

He moves his knee away, leaving you begging.

“I want you to say it,” he repeats.

“I want you, Baekhyun. Please, I want you to fuck me. I want you right now,” you plea.

His fingers trailing up against your thighs, teasing slowly. His slender fingers nearly poking the center of your pajama shorts.

“Where do you want me, baby? Be more detailed for me, will you love?” He focuses his eyes on yours, enjoying the view of you completely helpless.

“Baekhyun… Please.. I need you, I need you inside me now or else I’ll go crazy. Can you please just–” he interrupts you.

He makes out with you again, this time rough. He picks you up and throws you on the bed. He unbuttons his top, chuckling to himself. He had you right where he wanted you.

You were in the middle of taking off your shirt when he completely undressed his top half. Your eyes ate up every single detail of him. His body was beautiful, not a mark in sight. He was toned, strong and perfect. He really is a gift from god, practically a sculpture.

“Like what you see, huh?” He smirks, helping undress the rest of you.

“You’re perfect,” you say, staring at him in awe.

“You’re even more perfect,” he responds, leaving kisses from your legs, working his way up in between your thighs.

“So fucking good,” he mumbles, his breath hitting against your weak spot, sending chills down your spine.

He felt your legs press against his head, you were needy for more. You wanted him more than anything else. For so long you felt you were missing something in your life. You questioned for so long why these things were happening, but now grateful for your savior. Whenever you needed him, he was there. Now this was his turn to erase all those scars from your memories. He wanted to heal you and appreciate your body.

When his tongue lightly licked your wetness you couldn’t help but hiss. Your hands tangled in his perfect silky hair as a reflex.

His tongue continues, this time adding pressure to your sensitive bud. He made sure to keep his eyes on you while his tongue fucked you, he never wanted to forget the look on your face as he ate you out. He was aware of his power, and he tried his best to keep his eyes pure.

“Baekhyun!” You screamed, grinding yourself against his mouth.

His lips were completely soaked of your essence and it turned you on even more. His tongue was entering your body in ways no other person has done. It definitely couldn’t compare, especially once he brought his two slender fingers back up, pushing them inside you, as his mouth was still at it.

Your other hand was clawing at the bedsheets. His movements were faster, harder. He groaned against you, needing you more than anything else. He can tell you were close from how messy your panting was getting, jumbling up all your words.

“So needy for me, you love having my fingers inside you, fucking you, huh baby?” He edges you almost in full bliss.

“Fuck yes, you feel so good, Baek,” You scream, almost reaching your high, until he completely stopped.

You look up at him; you were a mess. Your eyes gaze with confusion and want. His smirk never leaves, only his hands traveling down to his pants and removing the rest of his clothes.

“You want me? Well you’re gonna get me,” Baekhyun grabs his hardened length, entering you without a warning.

You arch your back in response, curses escaping under your breath. He laughed while he watched you struggle to adjust to his size, it turned him on even more. His pace was slow, allowing you to get used to the friction.

“You’re so tight me for me baby, just how I like them,” He grunts, picking up speed as he fucks you deep into your bed.

You were too focused on the pleasure to even choke out a response. He was hitting all your sensitive spots and areas you haven’t explored yet. For a moment his hands stopped holding you down, quickly reaching over for his tossed shirt, and tying up your hands to your headboard.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“Fucking amazing,” you grind against his dick, receiving a moan out of him.

You were restricted, wanting to touch him and feel every part of him. Not wanting to admit it, the new position felt amazing. It made you crave him more, wanting him to meet your highs together. Your hips snapped up and moved along with his thrusts.

“You’re all mine, I’m gonna use you so well,” he says, hands reaching to your neck, choking you at a reasonable point. It wasn’t too hard nor too soft, still managing to breathe, but boy, did it feel good.

Unable to speak, whines left your parted lips as you were near reaching your limit. He knew you were close as he felt you tightening up against his dick, causing him to almost reach his high as well.

“I know you want to cum,” Baekhyun pants, grinning while his length continues to pound in you. “Do it, cum all over my dick, baby. Show me how good I fuck a weak little human like you,” he grits through his teeth.

With those words and a couple of more thrusts, he leaves you in a state of euphoria. You chant his name as loud as possible, the heels of your feet digging deep into his lower back, bringing him closer inside of you. Struggling with your hands tied up, your back arches one last time and he uses this opportunity to reach his release, spewing his remains inside of you.

“Fuck!” He curses under his breath, positive his hold on your waist will leave bruises later.

The two of you lay there, catching your breath and enjoying each other's embrace. He remains inside of your wetness, trying to keep his mess deep in you.

Reaching up to meet eye to eye, he smiles, “you’re wonderful.”

A sincere smile appears on your exhausted face, “you made me feel wonderful.”

An innocent giggle left his mouth, “is it okay if we stay like this for the night? I promise to clean you up and attend to your wrists in this morning. I just really like being this close to you, I’ve never been this close to a human before.”

Your eyes widen in shock; was this the first time he had done this? Clearly he would’ve disappeared if he was lying. Would he get in trouble in heaven? Would you get in trouble? Is this considered a threat to the demons now that Baekhyun is with you?

“Will everything be okay though? Won’t you get in trouble for this?” You ask.

He shakes his head, “even if it means having to spend the rest of my being in hell, I’ll do anything to be one with you.”

A sadden smile comes across your face. Who knew a lonely game with an ouija board would end up in angel sex? You certainly weren’t ever a believer, but this changed so much for you. This was the feeling you’ve been yearning for.

Suddenly you let out a yawn, and your eyes become heavy. You could barely keep your eyes open, closing them slightly and humming and when you felt Baekhyun kissing your cheek. His mouth near your ears once again, he chuckles, only this time it wasn’t innocently.

“Rest your eyes, you’ve had a very long day,” his chuckles turn into evil laughs; “you honestly should’ve known better than to give yourself to a lying no good demon like me, princess.”

Everything started to hit you. The smirks, chuckles and pet names. It was all a lie. It was him. It was the same creature who’s been taunting you, making your life a living hell. The same creature who scared you, leaving you marked up on multiple occasions. The same creature who got his way into your mind and controlled everything.

Your body went into complete shock, trying with all your might to open your eyes, but they’re practically glued shut. Your arms were still restricted and no matter how much you moved, they wouldn’t let go. You tried kicking the demonic creature hovering over you, only to realize he was no longer there. He was gone.

Where the hell could he have possibly went?

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” You cry out, hoping someone would hear and come to your rescue.

“It’s too late,” he whispers, “you’re all mine.”

With that, your body came to a full stop. You were one hundred percent frozen. Your entire body started growing in pain. Your mind was going frantic. You tried to scream some more, but was unable to.

He was taking over your body as his own.

The burning sensation became present, tears sliding down your cheek, still unable to move any part of you. It was pitch black once again and you were utterly hopeless. You managed to let this happen, you fell for his tricks. You fell for him, so you gave up and let him.

The pain all came to a stop, your mind entirely blank. You can talk again, you can finally pull yourself out of your restraint. A smirk grows on your face, however you don’t want to smirk. You have no control over your expressions. You wanna scream, frown, jump up and get some help.

You sit up straight, all knowledge of your identity completely vanished. You are no longer apparent as your new soul sits up and opens its new black eyes.

Baekhyun’s new eyes.

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yootaesowlwrites · 4 years

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Requested by: Anon

Request: Hi! Can you do B22 and B29 with Seb ? 💖

Prompts: B22* - “Fuck me like you mean it.” & B29* - “All Mine.”

A/N: hope you enjoyed it.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Possessive Seb, Jealous Seb, bondage, reader being tied up, reader being teased, fingers, unprotected sex (use protection), slight choking.

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Sebastian was fuming as he drove himself and (Y/n) home after their date night, she had worn a stunning dress showing off every inch of her curves, he didn’t mind it at first until he caught other men staring at her in the restaurant, practically undressing her with their eye, after dessert he quickly paid and lead them outside to his car, they weren’t far from their house and (Y/n) could see his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Seb?” (Y/n) softly says, she could see him glaring at the road ahead, she had no idea why he was angry.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” Sebastian asks, she could hear the anger in his voice as he tried to hide it, but failed.

“I did, yes, thank you.” (Y/n) says.

“Did you enjoy having everyone’s eyes on you?” Sebastian asks, she hadn’t even noticed people staring at her.

“I uh-“ She begins, but was quickly cut off.

“Because I didn’t,” Sebastian says, she quickly realized that he was more jealous than angry. “I saw how they all undressed you with their eyes.” They approach the house and Sebastian pulls into the garage, the engine shuts off, and he removes the keys from the ignition. “Go wait for me in the bedroom.” (Y/n) could feel herself become wet knowing what was coming, he was going to have his way with her, he was going to remind her who she belonged to.

“Any special requests?” (Y/n) asks, her voice sounding soft as she tried to hide the excitement.

“You better be naked and on the bed when I enter that room,” Sebastian says, (Y/n) climbs out of the car quickly making her way into the house, she discarded her shoes at the bottom of the stairs before dashing up to their bedroom, she reaches behind her for the zipper as she heard the door connected to the garage slam shut, she took hold of the zipper struggling to pull it down, if she wouldn’t be naked on the bed when he entered she would surely be punished, she manages to unzip the dress and slips out of it, dropping it to the floor, She reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, as she begins removing the straps from her shoulders she could hear Sebastian making his way up the stairs, she pauses for a second to think, did she want to get punished? Or did she was to be a good girl? Her bra drops to the floor and her fingers curl around her underwear, about to remove them.

“I thought I said that I want you naked and in the middle of that bed when I got here,” Sebastian says from the doorway, his voice filled with authority making her wetter, she looks up at him as his eyes darken with lust.

“I-I uh, struggled.” (Y/n) stutters.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses,” Sebastian says, (Y/n) nods her head pulling her hands away from her underwear, he strides towards her thinking how he would punish her for not obeying, he circles her watching her, she could feel the excitement running through her veins, maybe she did want to be punished, he comes to a halt behind her, she could feel his hand brushing against her skin running up her spine sending shivers through her body, he moves her hair over her shoulder before moving that hand to her through, his hand clamps down around her throat, she could feel his breath blowing against her ear. “What should I do with you?” He breathes out. ”So many choices.”

He releases her throat pulling his hand away only grab the back of her neck, he pushes her down not the bed bending her over, her ass sticking up in the air. “I could spank you.” He kept her pressed against the bed while his other hand brushed over her ass, he moves his hand between her legs cupping her pussy, he could feel how dripped wet she was and felt his cock twitch as he grew hard. “Mhm.” He pushes two fingers against her clit pushing the fabric of her lace underwear between her soaking lips, the friction against her clit causing her to let out a low moan. “ You like that, don’t you?” He pulls his hand away from her pussy and removes her underwear. “Get on the bed.” She quickly climbs onto the bed as Sebastian walks towards one to the drawer cabinets in the room, (Y/n) knew that drawer, Sebastian pulls it open and reaches into it, that was the toy cabinet, he takes out the ropes and makes his way back to the bed. “Do you remember the safe word?” He asks as he begins tying her right hand to the bedpost, she lays down on the bed nodding her head.

“Yes.” (Y/n) says, he walks around the bed and ties her other hand to the bedpost, he then ties her feet to the bedpost and takes a step back to examine her, her hands outstretched above her while she could still bend her legs if needed, she had enough space to move if she needed to, but she wouldn’t be able to touch him or wrap her legs around him.

“All mine,” Sebastian says, (Y/n) looks up at him seeing the growing bulge in his pants, if she would be getting punished for not being in position on time, she might as well speak.

“At least fuck me like you mean it.” (Y/n) says, Sebastian unbuckles his belt watching her.

“Do you doubt that I won’t?” Sebastian asks, he drops the belt to the floor and removes his blazer. “Maybe you shouldn’t see what I’m going to do with you while I’m punishing you.” He unties the tie around his neck.

“I want to see.” (Y/n) softly says, he walks to the side of the bed.

“Maybe you should use your senses tonight,” Sebastian says, he placed his knee on the bed as he leans towards (Y/n) to tie the tie around her head, she lets out a soft whimper and felt him climb off the bed, she could hear something hit the ground and him removing his shoes before it became a little quiet, he watched her as he removes his own clothing, knowing that she had no idea where he was, she could feel his eyes roaming her body before feeling something softly brush over her leg, she quickly realized it was his fingers ghostly brushing over her skin, she feels the bed dip as he moves high.

His hand rests on her mound and moves his finger between her pussy lips, his finger slowly moving back and forth over her clit, she bites her lip at the pleasurable feeling, he coats his finger with her wetness. “So damn wet.” (Y/n)’s toes curl in pleasure as he stimulates her clit using two fingers. “Yeah, you like that.” She could feel it building in her lower stomach, the warmth travelling through her body as Sebastian saw her stomach muscles tense, her mouth fell open as she gasps for air, his fingers circling around her clit.

“Oh.” (Y/n) gasps, a thin barely noticeable layer of sweat formed on her skin, she was getting closer and closer to her release, her hands gripped the rope ready for her release only for his fingers to disappear along with the tightening feeling in her lower stomach, she releases the rope wanting to scream, but she knew if she did then he would just continue to deny her, her orgasm, he proffered to hear her moan and gasp in pleasure instead of screaming out in frustration.

“Nothing to say?” Sebastian asks, (Y/n) shakes her head ‘no’. “All right.” She could feel his fingers slide over her mound and over her clit, moving lower and lower stopping at her entrance and circling around it, she arches her back off the bed hinting that she wanted his fingers inside her, that she wanted him to finger fuck her, his other hand pushes her hips back down against the bed. “Be patient.” He inserts three fingers curling them inside her.

“Oh, mhm.” (Y/n) moans, he slowly pulls his fingers out halfway before pushing them back in and curling them, he repeated the pattern feeling her walls clench around his fingers, the tightening feeling returns to her lower stomach and her breathing became heavy, she lifts her hips hoping to receive more pleasure, but Sebastian pushed her hips down again.

“I can feel how eager you are,” Sebastian says. “I can feel how close you are.” The thrusts slowly down enough to keep her close to the edge. “Do you think you deserve to have your release?”

“Mhm.” (Y/n) responds with a moan.

“Do you think you deserve it after ignoring my orders?” Sebastian asks, she could feel her legs starting to shake from the pleasure, but he wouldn’t allow her that pleasure, not yet. “Or maybe I should make you cum over and over and over again until you can’t walk.” (Y/n) lets out a gasp as pleasure and warmth run through her veins, it felt like she was about to explode with pleasure, but Sebastian knew just how to keep her from her release.

“Please.” (Y/n) begs, she couldn’t see him, but she knew he was thinking about her plead. “Please.” He slowly pulls his fingers out from her entrance, a pout forms on her lips as he moves to sit on his knees, he looks down at his own cock and wraps his hand around himself, using the hand that was just pleasuring her to lubricate his own cock, he was rock hard and ready to be inside her, to feel her walls clench around his cock, he moves on top of her, having above her, she could feel his cock brush against her pussy, the necktie that was used to blindfold her was removed, he could now see the lust in her eyes, the need for a release, her eyes travel down his body seeing that he was naked as well.

“After thinking about it,” Sebastian says. “I think you deserve to be rewarded.” He reaches down putting all his weight on one arm to support him, he wraps his hand around his cock and guides himself to her entrance, pushing himself inside her he brings his hand back and placed it on the bed for support, he thrusts into her causing her to whimper, she bends her legs wanting to wrap them around his torso only to be stopped by the ropes around her ankles, she lets out a whine and tries to reach for him only to be reminded of the rope around her wrists, he leans down and kissing down her jawline to her neck, she could feel his teeth graze her as he nipped at her skin, he was leaving marks over her neck, he was making sure people would know that she was taken. “Go- you look so beautiful all tied up.”

“Seb.” (Y/n) breathes out, she could feel her orgasm building slowly as the tightening feeling in her lower stomach returning, he could feel her walls clench around him as he thrusts in and out of her, almost milking him for an orgasm. “Rub me, please, please, rub me.” she breathes out, he reaches between them and presses his finger against her clit, he could feel her shake beneath him as he slides his finger back and forth over her clit, her breathing became short as she felt on fire from the pleasure running down her legs, her toes curl in pleasure as his cock twitched inside her as her walls clenched around him, the room temperature rises.

Their moans, groans along with skin slapping against skin was the only sound in the room, she wraps her hands around the ropes as she felt her release approaching. “Oh, oh.” She gasps, he rolls her throbbing clit between his fingers sending her over the edge. “Oh go- SEB!” she shakes beneath hi with pleasure as the tension in her lower stomach exploded, her eyes fall close as her mind becomes clouded, the pleasurable feeling giving her such a high, the more sight of her losing herself in her orgasm sent Sebastian over the edge, he fills her as he reaches his high.

He could feel himself losing his strength and energy as he comes down from his high, he brings his hand back to the bed to support himself as he watched (Y/n) come down from her high, he pulls out from her spilling their cum spilling onto the bed, she extends her legs laying them down on the bed, sweat covered them both as the room felt heated, Sebastian climbs off her and unties the bindings on her wrists, he stood from the bed and unties her ankles, he was tired himself, but he needed to take care of the woman on the bed.

“Do you want me to clean you or run a bath?” Sebastian asks, (Y/n) tiredly smiles at him.

“I don’t even know if I’m going to make it to the tub.”

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go-dark-turtle · 4 years

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(There's a link to part 1 if you havent read it already.

Here we go part 2 is complete it was a real struggle as I kept getting distracted.🤣😂 Anyhoo heres part 2 it does contain mild swearing and a tiny bit of violence.

I didnt expect it to be this long. 0-0

Please enjoy and please let me know what you think.)

Free the Future

Kakyoin x fem reader fan fiction

Chapter 2: Beach House Blues

Kakyion's eyes had widened, it had been a while since he heard that name he sat up and slightly gasped, that damn cowboy caused so much trouble for the group, he nearly put Avdol out of commision and stole their car after dealing with Enya.

You then became breathless, your hands just barely gripping the steering wheel all those memories came flooding back to you, every last one of them, your vision went hazy and the tears formed in your eyes. You closed your eyes and shook your head to get rid of them, you lost grip of the steering wheel and you held your face in your hands.

"Y/N!" Kakyoin tried to get your attention, but it was no use.

Just then an oncoming truck was coming your way and because you lost your grip of the wheel your car was heading straight for it. Kakyoin had to act now and fast.

"Hierophant Green!" He called out his stand and he appeared beside him.

Then Hierophant Green started to unravel his lower body becoming a bunch of strong ropes, he nodded to his master knowing exactly what's at stake. The ropes quickly slithered down Kakyoin's legs and upwards towards the bottom of the wheel, gripping it tightly and at that moment and with such force Hierophant tugged with all his might. The car swiftly brushed the truck leaving a few scuffs on both indicator lights of the vehicles. Kakyion sighed in relief knowing that the vehicles did not collide and called back his stand.

You snapped back to reality and gasped with such a force you realised what happened, you grip the wheel once again and you slammed on the brakes. Shaking, you place your hands to your mouth and begin to let out a few tears. Kakyoin felt awful that his question led to you being so distraught. He turned to you and closed his eyes and brought you closer to his chest, pulling you in for a hug. His arm rested on your back as you buried your face into his chest, his other arm gently rubbed your head to calm you down. You held onto his jacket and softly cried into him.

"Shh it's okay Y/N. I'm so sorry I pressed you to talk when you weren't ready." Kakyoin softly spoke.

You couldn't even form a sentence but you nodded into his chest, then you took a deep breath and broke away from the hug, You looked forward and placed your hands on the wheel. He looked at you with his lavender orbs, feeling guilty, but mostly angry at that damn cowboy. He thought to himself how could such a horrible person cause you so much pain, he could see in the little time you've been with him that you were a kind and thoughtful person.

Thankfully the men in the back were still asleep and you started to drive again, Joseph took a wrong turn down a one way street and by the time you started to move again he caught up with you. Thank goodness you didn't have to explain to the others what had happened.

"We are almost there" You softly spoke "Just under this bridge we will be by the beach front." You gave a soft smile at Kakyion you felt calm again.

He smiled at you back and he glanced and saw the beautiful sight, a long open beach with crystal clear water shimmering in the sun's reflection. You indicated to the left after the bridge you stopped at the T- Junction and looked into the mirror and pointed left to tell Joseph to turn left now. You drove along the side of the road by the beach, with the sand brushing against your tires. There it was just in sight of the beach house, The Bombay Cottage.

You sighed with relief as you pulled up to the side of the beach house and parked your car, you waited for Joseph to park his car just in front of the steps of the beach house. You turn your attention to Kakyion and you place a hand on his shoulder and pat him a few times.

"Thank you for helping me back there, I don't know what would've happened if I didn't snap back to reality" You smile more.

He held your hand and smiled back softly "I'm just glad you are safe, but most importantly thank you for getting us here smoothly and safely"

You smile softly while looking at his warm smile but then you remember about the gents in the back. You then leaned passed him and tapped Avdol's knee to wake him up.

"Mr Avdol? Mr Avdol, we are here, wake up." You tapped him more to wake him up.

Avdol rubbed his eyes and gave a big yawn and stretched his arms and realised they had made it to the beach house. "Oh my goodness how long was I out for?"

Kakyion put up 2 fingers and smirked "2 hours."

Avdol blinked slowly "Hm that's a first for me, I'm normally awake on our car journeys, Y/N got to say your driving with so smooth you made this fortune teller drift off." He ended with his signature hearty laugh again.

Just then Joseph marched up to the back door of your car and swung it opened and pulled the still sleeping Polnareff out the seat.

"I saw that cheek you pulled earlier, how dare you!" Joseph gritted his teeth and he didn't forget about the Coca Cola bottles, Polnareff had a rude awakening and realised what he had done.

You all looked with a sheepish expression as you all exited the car and Polnareff clasped his hands and begged the older man forgiveness while in his grip. "No Mr Joestar, I'm sorry please dont hurt me, it was a joke I swear, come on we are friends, NOOOOOOOO!"

Polnareff wriggled and escaped his grip and ran around the back of the beach house and along the beach and Joseph chased him down. "Get back here!"

Jotaro joined you all on the porch and you quickly looked away from him and fumbled in your pocket for the keys, you unlocked the door and you smiled at the gents behind you.

"Welcome to the Bombay Cottage, this is one of many houses that my good friend of the family, Tamsin owns. To be honest this is my favourite from all the ones he owns." You sigh happily and you carried on "Here we have the porch there's a small bench so if you need a breather or a smoke then please use it as your hearts content." You open the door and hold it open for the men. "This is the main lobby" You point to the staircase "Upstairs are the bedrooms I'll show them shortly, oh through here," You carry on walking through the long hallway and reached three doors at the end of the path, "In here to the right is the living room, there's books, TV, radio and a gorgeous view of the beach to keep you entertained..." You open the door to show them the room and you see from the giant window Joseph and Polnareff rolling around in the sand trying to tickle each other.

"No stop, you know I'm ticklish!" Joseph tried to grab Polnareff

"Not as much as I am, NOO! Don't you dare!" Polnareff squealed as he gripped onto Joseph's arm.

Everyone else looking in the room had a deadpan expression and watched them trying to stand up but slipped on wet sand and fell face first.

Jotaro stood in front of you and moved you out the room with his chest and slammed the door behind him "Moving on, what's this room here?" He pointed to the door in the middle.

"Jotaro no need to be rude, sorry about him." Kakyoin gave his friend a disapproving shrug leaned in closer to you and whispered "He doesn't like silly antics, it pisses him off."

"Oh I see now" You look at Jotaro as he places his hands in his pocket and rolls his eyes at the loud screaming from the men outside. The wave came back to shore and soaked them completely.

"This is the downstairs bathroom." You open the door and show them a small bathroom, the toilet behind the door, the sink and shower on the far side of the small room. You close the door and then open the door to the left and show them an open planned kitchen with a dining table.

Avdol and Kakyion's eyes lit up in awe they had never seen such a fancy kitchen before you smile at their expressions and you lead them all back to the stairs in the main lobby, just then Joseph and Polnareff walked up the steps of the porch and opened the door and nearly stepped in the house completely drenched and covered in wet sand.

Avdol pointed at them and ushered them to the dune buggy "Don't you dare step foot in this lovely home. Come on." He led them to the buggy and got the suitcases out from both of the cars and rummaged about Joseph's and Polnareff's luggage and threw them a fresh set of clothes.

"You can get changed in the buggy, don't you dare bring a spec of sand into this home. Y/N has gone out her way for us, it's the least you can do." Avdol folded his arms and gave both his friends a serious look before smiling at them and giving a soft wave before joining you all upstairs. On his way back to the house he picked up the remaining suitcases and hauled them up the stairs.

You had finished showing Jotaro and Kakyion the guest bedrooms and the only rooms remaining at the end of the hallway, your bedroom and the main bathroom.

You pointed at your room but didn't open it "This is my bedroom not a lot to see to be honest. and right here is the main bathroom."

You opened the main bathroom door and the men were greeted to a gold and blue bathroom with a giant bath in the middle with the toilet and sink by the window. Avdol peeked in while you showed the others the bathroom.

"Say Y/N you don't mind if I had a quick bath do you?" Avdol asked so politely

"Of course you can. Oh!" You reached for the cupboard in the corner of the bathroom and pulled out a few towels for him and placed them on the towel rack by the bath, the others left the room and as you took your leave Avdol stopped you.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and looked at your face. You look at him with a questionable expression.

"Is everything okay Y/N?" He asked quietly

"Yes of course" You softly smile

"Then why are your eyes red and puffy" He questioned you and your eyes widened, you were caught lying.

Just as you were about the answer Polnareff came waltzing in and took notice of the nice bathroom

"O la la~ Ah tres bien, tres bi-'' His eyes focused on you in Avdol's soft grasp and his eyes widen "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~"

"Polnareff it's not what you think!" He got flustered and he let go of your shoulders.

You quickly scrambled out the room, also feeling flustered, you rushed out in such a hurry you bumped into Kakyion's back.

"Oww" You rub your nose.

"Y/N what happened!" Kakyion turned around and Jotaro started to walk down the stairs

"Avdol figured out I was crying from earlier and-" You explained to Kakyion.

"GET OUT OF HERE! I'M TAKING A NICE RELAXING BATH!" Avdol went into a rage at Polnareff's constant teasing and threw a sponge at his hair.

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Half an hour later and everyone was at the dining table about to enjoy some spaghetti al nero di seppia, Joseph was insistent on making dinner and no matter how many times you stopped him, he said no, you couldn't stop him either, so you gave in and enjoyed having dinner made for you. At the dinner table you sat in the middle with Joseph to your right and Kakyoin to your left sat across you was Jotaro on the left Polnareff in the middle.

Avdol walked in just as Joseph was plating dinner, everyone including yourself was in shock to see the Egyptain man with his long hair tied back in a messy low ponytail. He took his seat next to Polnareff and he grinned

"Hey Avdol you should have your hair in that style more often it might impress the ladies" The Frenchman raised his eyebrows at him while giving you a wink. Kakyion facepalmed while watching the exchange, while you sipped on some Coca cola, Jotaro rolled his eyes and looked away.

Avdol slowly turned to him and pointed at him "I told you it was a misunderstanding!"

Polnareff flinched and raised his hands to him "Okay okay I'm sorry I was only teasing... geez!"

Joseph sat down and you all began to eat and you all loved the amazing taste, the tall haired man enjoyed it so much he wolfed it down and sat back with a grin on his face. You all finished eating about 10 minutes or later and that's when clasped your hands and cleared your throat, it was time.

Kakyoin placed his hand on your back and nodded to you " It's okay, tell them what you told me."

You had a heavy sigh and you looked down to your hands.

"I don't even know where to even start with this so I guess I'll start with... with.. Hol Horse...." You calmly spoke even though your body started shaking.

"What?!" Joseph's eyes widened

"HOL HORSE! THAT BASTARD!" Polnareff gritted his teeth

Avdol and Jotaro didn't say much yet they both looked at you with concern and leaned in to find out more.

"Well it all started when....." You began to tell them how it all started

*Flash back brought to you by Za Warudo enterprises*

2 months ago you had travelled to Cyprus with Tamsin and wanted to explore not only the best sights in Cyprus but also visit Egypt.

You took a ferry over and when you arrived you saw how beautiful and how built up the capital city of Cairo looked and that's when you bumped into the long haired man.

"Oh sorry miss I didn't mean to bump into ya like that, names Hol Horse its a pleasure" he helped you up.

"Oh it's okay no trouble at all my name is Y/N" You shyly respond

"Ah what a lovely name for such a beauty, say I just feel awful about knocking you over like that, wanna come with me and get some coffee?" he asked with such confidence.

You nod a lot and couldn't get away with how handsome he was.

You had coffee with him and just before saying his goodbyes he offered to meet up again the same time the following day. This went on for several days and before you knew it you and him hit it off very well. You couldn't believe such a handsome guy took in such an interest in you. He told you all about his life and why he was here in Egypt and you too did the same explaining about visiting your old family friend Tamsin in Cyprus.

Then came that fateful day.

"Hey darling, I want you to meet my boss Lord Dio. I think he'll really like you, if you want to join our little gang he will give you riches and anything you desire." He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his body. He stared into your eyes and placed a small peck on your cheek.

"You've told me so much of Dio it would be so wonderful to meet him. Oh you did say he gave you a special ability didn't he?" You asked with your eyes beaming with joy.

"That's right babe you can't see it but he gave me this sweet ability to use a powerful gun where I can control the bullets" He smirked and held you closer to him

"Wow that's so cool darling being blessed by Dio with such an amazing ability" You clasped your hands in his and walked to the entrance of the beautiful white building hidden in the older districts of Cairo.

You walked alongside him walking down a long and narrow hallway and then walked up a long spiral staircase it was dark and poorly lit only seeing so much in front of you. As you walked further into the mansion you saw other members of the gang glare at you, grin and even woof whistle at you. Hol Horse glared at the ones who whistled at you and clenched his fist. They scurried off at the sight of his fist.

You both walked into the library and that's where the man your beloved Hol Horse spoke of sat just before you, you couldn't see much of him apart he had long blonde hair and huge muscles.

"Lord Dio I brought her to meet you. I hope she becomes useful in our plan." Hol Horse kneeled before him and he stepped down off his seat and walked towards you

He placed his cold large hand on your face and slowly caressed it. You froze on the spot at his touch, he licked his lips and clicked his fingers.

"Hmm, she IS a beautiful woman Hol Horse." His voice was so deep and chilling it sent shivers down your spine. You look over to your boyfriend and he didn't once stop kneeling for his master.

Dio brought you closer to his body and his red eyes scanned every part of you taking in all your features.

"Enya bring it now, she's perfect!" Dio with a deep husked growled at the old lady by the doorway.

Your eyes widened on her return. She held an arrow and presented it to Dio, he licked the arrow and he smirked " Your expression is beautiful, but now you belong to me DIO!"

He gripped your arm as you tried to squirm away and with one tug you fell back into his well toned body he drove the arrow into your heart. Everything went hazy, your vision went blank and your body slumped to the floor. Hol Horse rushed over to you and held you in his arms.

"Lord Dio do you think she will be accepted?" He asked with his voice shaky with what he witnessed.

He shrugged and returned to his seat and watched over you.

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Just as you got half way through your story, night had fallen the moon shining brightly over the beach house. Just then at that moment Polnareff accidently let out a small burp which ruined the mood everyone glared at his disgusting act and Jotaro slammed his hands down on the table. The whole time you'd been sobbing reliving the memory of when you first met Hol Horse.

"Im going for a smoke..." he gritted his teeth.

Everyone watched him leave the room and then turned their attention to the Frenchman who covered his mouth but then also stood up.

" I uh better go check up on him....." He walked out the room in shame.

Joseph walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, he looked down at you with a caring but sadden eyes, you brought your left hand to your mouth, your breathing got heavy like earlier, tears ran down your face. Kakyion gripped your right hand to let you know he was here. Avdol gritted his teeth and shook his head in disbelief, his warm eyes looking over at you. He felt awful that you experienced that traumatic event with Dio, he knew too well how frightening he truly is.

Just then you all heard Polnarerff scream in pain you jolted up and you brushed past everyone and ran towards the porch.

"Y/N wait come back!" Joseph called for you but you carried on.

"Y/N stop!" Kakyion called to you and then chased after you

Avdol walked by Joseph and looked both confused and worried with how you acted.

You reached outside and you saw Jotaro having a cigarette and Polnareff holding his finger in pain.

"Oww Jotaro what you go and burn my finger like that huh?" He glared at his friend.

Jotaro glared at him and huffed "Dont be so fucking rude next time!"

*Cue the start of Roundabout theme*

You brushed past Jotaro and you placed your hands on Polnareff, then all of a sudden your hands became encased with a marble shield and you began to heal his wounds from the burn.

Jotaros eyes widened "What the hell! She's a stand user?!"

Polnareff smiled that the pain went away, you smiled back at him, but at that moment you lost your vision and collapsed down the stairs. The men stood there in shock. It all happened all too fast for them to react.

Kakyion caught up to you and his eyes widened seeing you collapsed on the steps he ran down, kneeled in front of you and picked you up in his arms.

He glared back to Polnareff and gritted his teeth. He walked up the steps of the porch, he gave him the most disapproving glare and walked in the house and held you closer to him as he made his way up to your bedroom.

[<--------To Be Continued----------]

Chapter 3 part 1

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