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earlgreydream · 3 years

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jotun.

anon requested. dom!Loki where he goes into a Jotun heat and fucks the reader senseless

cw: slightly dubcon?, aggression, crying, choking, d/s, kind of temp play?, jotun!loki, mentions of burns, bruises, blood etc, basically just super rough sex, Sa STRONG CONTENT WARNING

a/n: I don’t usually write stuff like this, so it’s new to me

“Get out!” Loki’s vicious scream echoed off of the walls.

“No, I’m not going to just leave you!” You ran across the golden floor of his chambers and dropped to your knees. You dragged the god into your arms, and you could feel the warfare tearing him apart from the inside.

He was so cold.

Loki’s body wracked as he tried to breathe, as if just staying alive was exhausting. The tips of his fingers turned blue, and he tried to fight it off, keeping himself in his æsir form. His head tilted back, black waves falling back to reveal scarlet eyes.

You swallowed hard, fear shooting up your spine. His skin slowly turned deep blue, ancient jotun patterns swirling across the skin like scars.

“Please, I’m begging you to go. I don’t want to hurt you,” Loki’s voice was impossibly deeper, dangerous.

“I’m not going to abandon you. I trust you, Loki.”

“It’s not me, it’s a monster!” Loki wept, gripping the shimmering Asgardian fabrics that draped over your body with icy fingers.

You held him tightly, refusing to leave the terrified god. His stamina wore thin, and his icy jotun core seeped through, replacing every godly aspect of him with the blue skin of a monster. His touch was so cold it practically burned you, and very real fear burned like acid in your throat.

Maybe you should’ve listened to him, and run when he’d told you. Now, it was too late.

His clothing was gone in a simmer of fizzing blue magic, baring his entire monstrous form to you. You scrambled backward, looking up at Loki as he towered over you. His red eyes were feral, and he descended on you like you were prey.

“Loki, my love...” you tried to speak, but you silenced as his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. He asserted his strength over you, pinning you down against the unyielding golden floor. His grip was tight, rendering you completely immobile.

He gripped the fabric of your gown, tearing it into shred as he ripped it from your body. Your eyes widened, and you tried to wrap your hands around his wrist, but your touch recoiled, your palms red from the cold.

Loki grabbed your thigh, shoving your legs open and exposing your sex to him. You screamed as he thrust himself all the way inside of you, making no attempt to ease into you or make sure you were ready.

Usually, he slid into you with ease, but he was bigger in this form, and just different. It felt like someone completely different was shoving himself inside of you, and you supposed it was. You screamed as he pierced you open, forcing your body to accept him in your warm sex. Moisture blurred your vision, frightened by what was happening, and powerless to stop it, or ease up.

He was absolutely feral, his mind only focused on taking his own pleasure from you. He felt like ice inside of you, and the unfamiliar cold sensation made you writhe off of the floor, arching your back as he slammed into you with inhuman force. It was a terrible, strange feeling, and you were overwhelmed by the intensity of how hard he was pounding into you. His other hand gripped your thigh, bruises blooming under his unforgiving touch.

“Loki, please, you’re hurting me,” you breathed, trying to struggle away from his brutalizing touch. A threatening growl thundered from his chest, and you halted, wincing as his hand moved from your throat to roughly grope your chest.

The cold of his hand on your throat left red frost burns, mixing with the deep purple caused by the tight grip he’d held you down with.

You attempted to force yourself to relax, letting him fuck the life out of you, tearing up your sex. A choked cry of relief escaped your lips when he pulled out after his first orgasm.

Loki had never been so violent or rough with you, and you reminded yourself that it wasn’t him, that the god you loved wasn’t in control of his own body. He’d begged you to leave, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and you promised him you could take it.

You panted, trying to catch your breath, curling up on the floor and shivering. Your body burned from the inside and out, pain prickling up your spine from his aggression.

You were only awarded a few minutes of reprieve, yelping as he flipped you over, your chest smacking against the floor. You braced yourself with your forearms, and he dragged your hips up, gripping you so tightly you feared your bones would shatter. He continued fucking you from behind, slamming into you so roughly that your body cracked against the floor. He shoved your head down when you tried to push yourself up.

Sharp pain blossomed deep inside of you, waves of agony washing through you with each thrust. You started to cry, sobs tearing through your chest. You screamed as he held you down, his hips pistoning against yours. His cold fingers gripped your hair, dragging you to your knees. He held you against his chest, and the cold overwhelmed your body in a cruel ache. He slipped in and out of your slick heat, and you were nearly certain you were bleeding.

Loki continued to ravage you until you couldn’t move, your bruised and aching body lying limp against the floor. You felt weak and raw, suffocated by the sobs that wracked your chest. You laid there, gazing up at him and whispering that you loved him.

“Please come back to me, Loki. I need you,” you whispered before the exhaustion pulled you into unconsciousness.

You started to gain awareness, unsure of what time it was. Your eyes were heavy, and as you began to move, an intense ache flooded your body. Loki heard your choked whimper, and you registered the sound of him crying.

“Loki?” your voice was weak, and you blinked slowly, adjusting to the light.

He knelt beside you on the bed, his face streaked with tears and his shoulders trembling. Loki’s brow was knit together, and you recognized the horror in his gaze.

“What have I done to you? My love, I’m so sorry,” he breathed, reaching toward you but not letting himself touch your skin.

He was himself again, fair, delicate, and gorgeous, with emotional blue eyes that glittered with an entire realm of stars reflecting in them.

You reached out at took his hand, relaxing as you felt his warmth. He kissed the knuckles on your fingers, his soft lips gentle against your skin. Apologies fell from his lips like prayers, and he agonized over hurting you.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I’ll understand if you hate me, but please know I would never do this to you on purpose,” he begged.

“I know, Loki. It’s alright-”

“It’s not alright! I’m a monster! I’m cruel, and horrible, just like everyone said I was. I deserve to die for doing this to you!” Loki wept, guilt overwhelming him.

He’d woken up on the floor next to you, horrified by the sight of your unconscious body. You were covered in deep purple and black bruises, and red burns from where he’d gripped you with his icy hands. Your clothes were torn to shreds, and blood and come stained your inner thighs. You had bite marks, thankfully none too deep, and you looked like you had been brutalized.

His heart shattered, hatred bursting through his chest. He hated himself, he hated the monstrous side of him that did this to you. Flashes of the night before filled his mind, making him sick.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he repeated over and over again, torn apart by the knowledge that he was the cause of your state.

Gentle green magic shimmered around the two of you, cleaning you up as much as possible. He lifted you onto the bed before sulking back, feeling too guilty to even touch you.

He’d watched you sleep, delirious as he studied your breathing, making sure your chest was moving and the air was moving in and out of your lungs.

“I promise you that I’m okay. I love you so much, Loki,” you reached out to him, closing your fingers around his wrist and pulling him toward you.

“I love you,” he whispered into your hair, kissing your face.

You didn’t flinch away from his touch, no longer afraid of your lover. You wanted him to hold you, pushing the pain away as you crawled into his lap. The movement made the ache between your legs sharp, and the pressure on your bruised body was painful. You didn’t care, wanting to be close to Loki.

He cradled you against his body, mindful of your injuries. His lips pressed to your forehead, whispering professions of love against your skin. You let the rhythm of his heartbeat soothe you, your cheek resting against his warm chest.

“Let me make it up to you,” Loki begged.

“You don’t need to, but I’ll let you spoil me if it’ll make you feel better.”

He kissed your lips, and you held his face in your hands.

“I love you, unconditionally. I know you didn’t have control. I wanted to help you through it, I chose you, Loki. And I will always choose you,” you promised.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“I want you anyways,” you kissed him sweetly.

“Let me care for you.”

You agreed, letting him set you in a bath, jolting when the hot water soaked your damaged skin.

“I’ve called for a healer.”

You sat in the water, letting him clean you properly beyond what his magic covered. His fingers grazed between your legs, and you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“No, I’m still sore,” you shook your head, and he immediately took his hand away.

“Okay, not now, then.”

He washed the previous night from your skin, leaving you smelling sweet and clean. His touch was tender, nothing like the icy grip from before. You leaned into his touch, craving it and desperate for it. Trays of all of your favorite sweets appeared, as well as steaming cups of tea that you happily accepted, knowing they came from Loki’s desperation to indulge you.

“Thank you,” you kissed his cheek, leaning into him in the bathtub.

You struggled to stand as you tried to climb out, thankful when the healer walked in. Loki helped you to sit down, a fresh wave of guilt pouring over him as he saw the effort it took you just to take a few steps. He looked to the healer hopefully, taking her hand and kneeling before her.

“Please, help my love,” he begged sincerely.

“Of course,” she nodded, touching his shoulder.

“May I see, prinsesse?” the girl asked as you sat near the fire to stay warm.

You let the towel drop from your body, and the healer assessed your injuries. She hesitated, glancing to Loki before laying her hands over your body, performing her ancient magic. She was clearly troubled by the marks that covered you, and it took over an hour before the bruises began to fade and the sharp ache reduced to a dull throbbing.

“Your subjects love you, prinsesse,” she grasped your hand, her eyes snapping to Loki. Loki sulked with guilt, kneeling beside you and brushing damp hair from your eyes.

“I’m alright. Thank you,” you squeezed her hand before she fled your chambers, disappearing into the castle to tend to wounded soldiers and Valkyrie.

“They fear me.”

“No, my love.”

You slipped into a loose white gown, sheened with gold and iridescence. You joined Loki on the terrace, watching dancers below, and a festival fully underway in the streets. Your legs were folded under you, and you laid back against your prince, gold jewelry clinking on your wrists and fingers as you traced shapes on the back of his hand that lightly rested on your thigh.

He created illusions with his magic, entertaining you and making flowers bloom in the air, tiny daisies drifting down and weaving themselves in your hair and tickling your cheeks.

“What are they celebrating?” you asked, watching the Asgardians in the city.

“They’re celebrating the end of spring. Summer is coming, and they’re honoring the change in season.”

“It’ll last for weeks. When you’re up to it, we’ll go join them,” Loki promised, kissing you gently and offering you a sweet piece of fruit.

“I want to go now.”

“Are you sure? I know you’re still a bit sore.”

“Please, Loki.”

He gave in, certainly not wanting deny you of happiness. In an instant, you were down in the streets, excitement erupting around you at the presence of their beloved prince and princess.

“Prinsesse!” a girl squealed, running to you and grabbing your skirts. You giggled and gave her one of the flowers from your hair, smiling at her delight. Loki stood beside you protectively, making sure you were comfortable as young Asgardian girls took your hands and pulled you to the fountain in the square.

You sat on the edge of the marble, and they climbed around you, going to braid your hair in elaborate styles. Loki’s fingers moved, providing them with flowers and and magical pins to use.

“Tell us a story of your rule, prins,” a girl asked, her eyes shining up at Loki.

He indulged them, his magic forming figures and acting out the story he told, and you watched him in adoration. The children adored him, basking in his attention, just as you did.

“You are no monster, Loki. They delight in your presence. Don’t ever think you’re not loved,” you whispered in his ear, a smile creeping onto his face.

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lizzy-williams · 4 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐬

👽 Warnings: SMUT, language, etc.

👽 Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWsOp1-1b2w

Middy Titty by Paulie Leparik

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 to be on the set of Colson’s music video. Being an actress, you were no stranger to film sets, but you had never been to a set for a music video, which excited you. You wouldn’t be in it, but you would be there with him, and you couldn’t ask for more.

When you and Colson walked in, (with masks of course), you were greeted by a cluster of crew, saying hello and even giving Colson a cold-brew coffee, which you knew he appreciated.

Colson was then rushed off to a dressing room to start shooting, and you took a seat in one of the chairs, which happened to be right next to your friend, Mod Sun.

“Hey, [ y / n ], how you doin’?” he asked you, leaning on the side of his chair to get closer to you.

“Hey Mod, not to bad,” you smiled, looking around at the bright pink set in front of you, “So, Mr. Big Shot director, huh?” you teased.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I would be in charge of something like this.” he chuckled.

“Best of luck to you, sir.” you rested your hand under your face, “And if you need any help from me, don’t hesitate to ask,”

“Will do, [ y / n ].”

You sat in the chair for a good 30 minutes, scrolling through your Twitter and Instagram, droning off as you waited for filming to start.

“How do I look?” Colson’s voice rang out behind you, making you turn to him.

You started laughing loudly as you looked at what your boyfriend was wearing. There he stood, a cheesy navy sailor looking outfit covering his body. You had to say he looked really dorky.

“You look...” you stood up, strutting towards him with a smirk on your face, “Like my perfect, handsome, amazing dork,” you stood on your tip-toes as you planted a kiss on his nose, making him smirk.

“Yo! Kells, on set!” Mod yelled from across the set, Colson’s head perking up.

“Duty calls,” he jeered, kissing you quickly on the lips before jogging over, and you watched in admiration.

You had been watching your boyfriend work all day, seeing him in and out of different characters, loving every single one of them. You had to hand it to Mod, he had some good ideas, and watching them happen before you was mesmerizing, despite the fact that you had been on sets before.

Your personal favorite was the mustache man. When Colson first stepped out with that certain costume on, you laughed. He would wiggle his eyebrows in a cheesy way.

You had to admit, this was the happiest you had seen Colson when recording a music video, and you were happy to see it. He was enjoying making the things he wanted to make; music that he personally enjoyed.

But there was one specific costume that made you feel... strangely attracted to him. It was the last costume of the shoot, and at first when you looked at him, it didn’t seem like anything too extreme. It was just a hospital gown. But once he started shooting, and you caught a glimpse of his... area, you couldn’t pull yourself to look away.

You suddenly felt a tingle sensation in your core. What the fuck, why are you getting so turned on by this? And this was the worst time to get in the mood. You didn’t want to ruin the fun, energetic vibe that everyone had created, just because you couldn’t control your hormones.

So there you sat, in the chair, squeezing your thighs together tightly as you tried to release the tension in your core. You were getting needy, and without you knowing it, Colson had picked up on it, locking eyes with you giving a suggestive stare.

Soon, (thank god), the shoot was over, and everyone was saying their goodbyes, congratulating Kells on his new song, hugging goodbye and closing up shop.

You walked out to the car with Colson, getting in as you sat shotgun, somewhat impatient, with wasn’t like you, especially with this. Something about that fucking hospital gown was so compelling to you, and you were so confused.

You and Colson drove home in silence, the radio playing softly in the background as the agonizing sexual tension between the two of you began to grow slowly. You wanted to jump his bones right then and there, but you didn’t want to have him crash, that would be the worst case.

You smiled to yourself thinking of the titles the tabloids would come up with.

Pop Punk Star Machine Gun Kelly Crashes Car Because Girlfriend Couldn’t Keep It In Her Pants!

As soon as you got home, you immediately went to the bedroom, Colson hot on your trail, racing up the stairs. As you got in, you locked lips with your lover in a quick and needful kiss as he kissed back immediately. You both knew where this was going.

“I saw you watching me today,” Colson groaned, pulling back for air, “You looked so hot squirming in your seat... so needy for me, huh, princess,”

His words turned you on even more as you gave a nod. You weren’t feeling guilty about the hospital gown, in fact you were almost proud, happy that there was a chain reaction to your new-found attraction to the piece of clothing.

“Strip,” he commanded, his tone sending chills down your spine.

You did as he said, almost too eagerly, taking everything off, exposing your most recent surprise.

“Oh, Fuck-,”

There, newly installed, were a pair of nipple piercings. When Colson brought up that he found the piercings in that spot particularly attractive, you thought why not? and got them done. And now Colson’s eyes were completely hazy with lust and want.

“When did you get those done, baby,” he muttered, pulling you in by your waist, licking up the side of your neck and up to your ear lobe.

“A couple days ago,” you smiled devilishly, “I thought they would be a good addition to our bedroom escapades.”

“You really do think of everything, don’t you,” he chuckled, picking you up as you let out a squeal, your legs wrapping around him tightly.

He kissed you deeply as he carried you both to the bed, plopping you down on the bed, making you laugh, because now he was the eager one.

He leaned down, kissing down your body, starting at your collarbone and going down to your breasts, groping them. He licked his lips as he looked up as you, then down to your nipples, the metallic pieces making them all the more alluring.

He gently glided his tongue across the skin of the pebbled buds, making your breath hitch and a gentle gasp emit from your lips.

“Fuck, so hot baby, you always know exactly what to do to turn me on princess,” he grunted, his fingers running over each piercing with care. After all, he knew how tender piercings like that are.

“Kells, please,” you whined, your hands running over his hair, soothing it, as his glossed over eyes met your gaze.

“Please what, princess, use your words,” he spoke cunningly, knowing just the right buttons to push to get him where he wanted you; needy and craving his touch.

“Please, baby, I need you to touch me,” you took one of his hands with yours as you guided it down to your throbbing clit.

“Whatever you want baby,” he smiled, stripping down completely, coming back over and getting on his knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed, his warm breath hitting your clit making you gasp.

He suddenly attacked your clit, biting, licking and sucking as you writhed in ecstasy. Your hands tangled themselves into his hair as he continued his assault on your core.

You let out loud mewls as he devoured you, your head thrown back. Colson looked up at you, watching your body. He wanted nothing more to brand this image into his brain. Your hair messy, mouth open almost drooling, and body almost glowing.

“Kells, I’m gonna cum-” you gasped out, wanting release that you were so desperately craving since the afternoon.

He suddenly pulled away and you wanted to scream. The loss of contact was almost painful, wanting nothing more than to feel the rush of rapture. You whined pathetically, Kells licking your arousal off his lips.

“Patience, princess, I’ll give you what you want,” he paused, “or maybe I could put a 9 volt battery up to your new friends and see how you react,” he paused again, “Or do you just wanna cum?”

“Please Kells, let me cum, I want you to taste me,” you begged, and you knew your words would persuade him.

“As you wish.”

He got on top of you as you both shifted towards the headboard. He went immediately to your neck, sucking at all the right spots.

He then lined himself up with you, but before he could, you rolled the two of you over, your core now grinding up against his shaft that was flat on his torso as he let out a low groan.

“Fuck baby, you wanna ride me, huh?” he asked, smirking.

You nodded as you lifted yourself up, positioning your core with his throbbing cock. You slowly started to sink down, both of you gasping as you slid down. Once he was all the way inside you, you took a minute before you started moving.

You felt his hands reach up and grasp your breasts, his thumb rubbing over your nipples, your hips moving up and down, picking up pace quickly.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good riding me like this, you know that?” he groaned out, “You look so perfect, I love you so much, my special girl,”

Praise fell from his lips, your core now slamming down on his shaft, desperate to make the both of you cum. You wanted to feel him cum inside you so bad it was almost painful.

“God, I can feel you clenching, are your about to cum baby?” he moaned out.

All you could do was nod your head, and he could see you were getting tired. He put his hand on the small of your back, pushing you down so your chest met his, his feet now planted flat across the bed, his hips slamming up into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you tightened around him.

“Cum when I say, okay baby??” he frantically made your hips meet yours and you moaned in confirmation.

You were so close, so close to reaching rapture that you almost couldn’t take it.

“Now you may cum!” he commanded.

You felt yourself fall apart in his grasp. Your legs shook, your body tensing and relaxing as you felt his cum cover your walls.

You finally found the strength to lift your head up to look at him, a smile on his face as he looked down at you with nothing but love.

Without talking, you pulled yourself up. And off of him. You collapsed next to him as he pulled you close.

“Still thinking about the battery idea?” you joked, your eyelids getting heavy.

“Next time, baby,” he soothed, “Right now you need to get some sleep, okay?” he slid his hands up and down your arms.

You nodded sheepishly, letting your eyes finally close.

Before you fell asleep, you heard him mutter, “I love you.” and you fell asleep in total and utter bliss.

You were exactly where you were supposed to be.

#machine gun kelly smut #mgk smut #tickets to my downfall #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #concert for aliens #bloody valentine #est #hotel diablo #lace up #rookxx #slimxx #Dubxx #bazexx

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meowmeow-motherfucker · 5 years

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Domesticity Interrupted

Dean and Austyn struggled to create a peaceful life after Sam went into the cage. They managed to do just that until their past came calling. DARK FIC

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: attempted sexual assault, torture, mind games, name-calling, soulless Sam being an all-around dick

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20346418

This is part of the Seven Deadly Sins challenge by @siren-kitten-his. My choices were Envy, and Sam and Dean.

When Sam came back from hell without his soul, it made a lot of things easier. All the rules he’d lived by his whole life (be honest, protect innocent people, etc) were irksome, so Sam decided to follow his own rules. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and to whom he wanted.

Which is how he ended up tracking his brother and his longtime girlfriend all the way up to Maine. Sam (pre-Hell Sam, that is) had been foolishly in love with Austyn ever since they’d picked her up in Wyoming. Dean had been too, and of course Austyn chose the older Winchester, oblivious to Sam’s yearning for her. Maybe things would have been different if she’d known, but Sam would never know.

What he did know was that Austyn and Dean were playing house in Lowelltown, Maine, just across the border from Quebec. And he was going to pay them a visit.

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Sam used to look up to his big brother. Wanted to be just like him. Thought he was the strongest, fastest, smartest son of a bitch to walk the earth. Looking at Dean’s unconscious form, tied to the dining chair, Sam thought his old self was an idiot. Dean Winchester had been easily duped, thrilled as he was to see his baby brother back among the living. He’d been real surprised when Sam took a swing at him, breaking his nose and making him stagger. It only took another hit to take him down, and about ten minutes to find some rope in the garage and tie Dean to the chair.

Then he got to work.

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The sound of a car approaching pulled Sam’s attention from his task. Perfect timing. He’d just finished setting things up the way he wanted. He heard the front door open and moved to the hallway, still out of sight but with a view into the kitchen where he’d left Dean tied up.

“Babe, I’m home! Who’s car is out front?” he heard Austyn calling from the front door. “Babe?” Footsteps sounded in the living room, walking deeper into the house. A few more and she’d see Dean where Sam left him. “Dean?” More footsteps, and a shriek as Dean no doubt came into view. “Oh my god, Dean!”

Sam peered around the wall to see Austyn on her knees in front of Dean, cradling his face and pleading with him to wake up.

“Hello Austyn.” Austyn flinched at the sound of his voice, staring up at him in alarm.

“Sam! What- How are you here?” he could see the wheels turning in her head. “You did this?” She looked so heartbroken at the idea that he’d intentionally set out to hurt Dean.

“Barely took any effort. It was kind of embarrassing, actually.” Austyn made a noise of disgust, before shooting to her feet and making a mad dash toward the garage when the guns were locked in a safe.

Which Sam had already emptied.

He made no attempt to follow, knowing she’d have to come back through the house if she wanted to get out.

A scream of outrage let him know that Austyn had discovered the empty safe.

He hadn’t expected Austyn to start ripping into the storage boxes in the garage. He hadn’t thought to check those.

He definitely hadn’t expected her to throw a fucking bear trap at him, or attack him with a baseball bat.

Sam had to grudgingly admit he was impressed, and more than a little turned on. Austyn had always had a temper.

He grunted when her swing hit his ribs, staggering a little when her fist connected with his face. She kicked him in the chest, screaming with pain when he caught her foot and twisted. She fell to the floor next to Dean, shoving the bat up toward Sam’s face like a spear when he bent down to grab her. He fell back, roaring with anger and pain when she cracked his nose. Holding his nose with one hand he pulled the bat from her grasp, throwing it aside and smashing a window. Austyn screamed, fingers tugging uselessly at Dean’s flannel when Sam hauled her up from the floor. She lashed out with her fists, blacking his eye and splitting his lip.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” Sam growled, carrying her down the hall and throwing her down on the bed. He moved to cuff her, punching her in the face when she clawed at his face with her nails. Austyn fell silent, her body going limp as she blacked out.

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The overcast sun was in a different position when Austyn regained consciousness. She squinted against the bright light, turning her head away from the window. Her whole body hurt, and she went to stretch, freezing in fear as she remembered Sam knocking her out.

“‘Bout time you woke up,” Sam said from his seat in the lounge chair. Austyn could see the lake through the bay window beside him. Normally she loved the view from her and Dean’s bedroom, but now she hated it. “It’s no fun if you’re asleep.”

“Unconscious,” Austyn corrected. “You knocked me out.” Sam shrugged, a nonchalant dismissal of her biting tone.

“Same difference.”

“Where-” Austyn swallowed the lump in her throat. “Where is Dean?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him,” Sam waved off her concern. “He won’t bother us.”

“Did you kill him?” Austyn asked tearfully.

“Nah. I did knock him back out though. He wouldn’t shut up, you know? ‘Sammy, stop.’ ‘Why are you doing this?’ ‘Don’t you hurt her, Sammy.’” Sam’s voice dropped into a deep register as he mocked his brother. “Got annoying after a while,” Sam shook his head. “You ever get tired of listening to his bullshit? That’s not important, just an errant thought. What is important, is the game we’re gonna play.”

“You tied us up so you could play a game?” Austyn hissed.

“It’s a truth-telling game. See, I’m gonna ask you questions, and you’re gonna be honest with me, or I’ll hurt you.”

“And what happens when you’re out of questions?”

“We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it. And I mean what I said about being honest. Lie to me, and this will be the least of your worries,” Sam grabbed her injured ankle and tilted her foot, making her whimper in protest. “Aw, does it hurt? You gonna cry about it?”

“Ask me your fucking questions!” Austyn groaned angrily. “Go ahead, Sammy.” Sam growled angrily at the nickname, pulling a knife from his jeans and brandishing it inches from the exposed skin of her midriff.

“You ever think about me when you’re fucking Dean?”

“What?!”

“Remember what I said about lying, bitch,” Sam said darkly, pressing the cool blade against her skin. “Answer the question.”

“No.” Austyn said firmly, crying out in pain when Sam sliced her skin.

“Tell me the truth, Austyn.” Sam said calmly.

“I just didfuuuuck!” The knife cut her skin again, Sam watching intently as she writhed and cried.

“Next question.” he said calmly when she’d quieted down.

“What do you think is gonna happen, Sam?” Austyn asked, grimacing through the pain of each breath. Every movement pulled at her bleeding skin. “You think you’re gonna ask your stupid questions and I’ll suddenly see the error of my ways and leave Dean for you?” she laughed. “What do you want me to say, huh? That I used to have a crush on both of you?”

“I think that’s the most honest thing you’ve said all day,” Sam replied, a smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth. “Tell me more.”

“There’s nothing more to tell.”

“See, you’re lying again,” Sam chuckled, waving the knife at her in disapproval. He tipped her chin up with the blade, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Don’t push your luck,” he said, his tone bordering on gentle. “You wanna know what I think really happened?”

“Don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Good girl, you’re learning,” Sam praised, patting her head heavily. Austyn grimaced and turned away, grunting in pain when he pulled her hair painfully. “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he snarled. “Where was I?” Austyn remained silent, glaring at him disdainfully. “You know, this isn’t any fun if you don’t talk back.” Austyn sighed.

“You were about to tell me what really happened.” She said flatly, gasping when Sam slapped her across the face.

“Keep up the attitude. I can hit you a lot harder than that,” Sam promised darkly as she probed her bleeding lip with her tongue. “As I was saying, I think you wanted both of us. But poor little Austyn couldn’t make up her mind, so she strung us both along until she finally did,” Sam’s hand shot out and grabbed her face roughly, forcing her to look at him. “Admit it, whore, you wanted me,” Austyn opened her mouth to speak but Sam held up a finger to stop her. “Make sure you speak up, so Dean can hear you.”

“Maybe I did,” Austyn replied through her puckered mouth. “But I chose Dean. And I didn’t need you to prove I made the right choice, but damn if you didn’t do it.” She laughed through the pain, holding his gaze. Her laughter turned to screams of agony when Sam buried the knife deep in her thigh. She struggled to get free from Sam’s grip on her face, but he just held tighter, drinking in her agony as she screamed to the rafters.

“Hear that, Dean?” Sam called mockingly. “Your girl is loyal to a fault.”

“I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch! You hear me?! I’ll kill you!” Dean thundered from the kitchen.

“Dean!” Austyn whimpered in relief, overjoyed to hear that he was still alive. “Dean!” she sobbed. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

“Aw, poor baby,” Sam mocked over her wracking sobs. “Can you hear her, Dean? She’s begging for you somethin’ fierce.”

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll get us out! I’m comin’ for you!” Dean shouted, pulling against his restraints when Austyn screamed again. He could only imagine what Sam was doing to her. Sam had covered his head with some kind of bag, and the only sense he had was his hearing.

“Good luck getting past the bear traps.” He heard Sam say. Austyn whimpered out a noplease that made Sam smile.

“Tell you what, babygirl. You let me satisfy that burning curiosity of yours and I’ll set you free.”

“What?” Austyn wheezed, eyes shining with tears as she looked up at him. The fear on her face was delightful.

“Come on, Wyatt! What happened to that honesty?” Sam laughed.

“It’s not Wyatt anymore, asshole.” She made a fist, the glittering on her left hand catching Sam’s attention.

“Now, how did I miss that?” Sam asked. “I bet Dean’s matches, doesn’t it? How was it? Was it everything you hoped it’d be?” he sighed, pretending to swoon as he mocked her.

“Except for you missing, yes,” Austyn scowled. “It broke his heart that you weren’t there. You should have been.”

“And what about you, hmm? Did it break your heart too?” Sam asked, slicing another cut into her arm and making her grimace in pain.

“It used to,” Austyn admitted. “But now I’m glad you weren’t, you hear me? I’m glad we listened to you and didn’t try to bring you back! How’s that for honesty?” She spat in his face. Sam shot back, grimacing as he wiped the moisture off his face.

“Well there goes any chance you had of me being nice,” he sneered. Austyn laughed sarcastically. “Shut up.”

“ This is you being nice? God, if this is nice, I don’t want to see mean.”

“No?” Sam leaned back over her, pressing the knife to her arm. “How about I slice open that vein and watch you bleed out while I fuck that pretty pussy?” Austyn whimpered, pressing her head into the pillow to get away from him when he loomed closer. Her stomach clenched in fear as he teased her flesh with the tip of the blade.

“No.” she managed weakly.

“‘No’? That’s all I get? ‘No’?!” Sam imitated her. “No sympathy for your recently-returned-from-the-dead brother in law? I’ve always wondered your pussy felt like. You know, tracking you two down was the first thing I did when I got back?”

“Because you missed Dean?” Austyn suggested hopefully. She was holding out hope that if she kept Sam distracted long enough then Dean could escape.

“Actually, no,” Sam ticked his head to the side. “My first thought was how you’d feel wrapped around my cock.”

“Sammy, no!” Dean bellowed. “Whatever this is about you take it out on me; you let her go!”

“You’re no longer part of this conversation, Dean!” Sam slammed the door with a thunderous crash, drowning out both Dean and Austyn when they called out for the other. “There, that’s better. Just you and me now, Wyatt,” he said, pulling off his heavy jacket. “Oh sorry, Winchester . Fuckin’ adorable.” His hands went to his belt and Austyn’s stomach dropped.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, every muscle in her body squeezing with fright. “Sam, stop, you don’t wanna do this.”

“I don’t?”

“Whatever brought this on you’re still you, Sam. Deep down you know this is all kinds of fucked up.”

“Hmm, no, don’t think so,” Sam shook his head. “See, in order to have a conscience, you gotta have a soul.”

“You don’t have a soul? Is that what this is?” Austyn asked, pulling at her restraints anxiously when Sam stepped closer. “Sam, stop, please . We can help you, you know we can-” Sam pressed the knife against her cheek, stunning her into silence.

“I don’t want your help.” He lingered for a moment, tracing the blade along her lower lip before turning away. Austyn swallowed, her throat burning with overexertion and the urge to cry.

“You could have killed Dean and you didn’t. You showed him mercy.” She pressed. Sam actually laughed at her.

“You think that was mercy?” he asked. “Oh Austyn...see, that’s what I always liked about you. Always so positive,” He sneered, cutting into her thigh and making her cry out in pain. “Mercy will come after.”

“After what, Sam? After you kill me?” Austyn prodded.

“I mean, it’s not exactly part of the plan, but if you happen to die, I can live with it. But Dean, oh Dean will. You see, when he sees what’s become of you, he’ll have no one to blame but himself. And right when he sinks into despair...BANG! That will be my mercy.”

“Oh my god, you’re so fucked up!” Austyn shouted, tears of hopelessness wetting her hair and the pillow beneath her head as she sobbed. The bed dipped and her eyes flew open, centering on Sam’s hulking frame as he lumbered onto the bed. “Oh my god, no. Sam, no! Get the hell away from me!” she pleaded as his hands undid her jeans. “Stop stopSamstoooop! I don’t want thisIdon’tIdon’t-” Austyn’s voice failed her, her tearful scream for Dean trailing off as Sam tugged her jeans down her bloodied thighs.

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A dart embedded in Sam’s neck, and Sam looked confused for a brief moment before his body sagged and he crumpled to the floor. Dean leaned heavily against the wall, breathing raggedly.

“You okay baby? Please, god, please be okay.”

“I’m okay,” Austyn sobbed in relief. “Dean!”

“It’s okay, I got you,” Dean said soothingly as he reached for the restraints, with trembling fingers. “God, Austyn, I’m so sorry.”

“What the fuck was that?!” Austyn asked hoarsely as she gingerly rubbed her sore and bleeding wrists.

“Tranquilizer gun. S’enough in there to take down a moose,” Dean said. Austyn sagged against him in relief as he helped her sit up, clinging to him tightly as she cried. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay-”

“Dean-”

“I know, baby. I’m right here,” Dean soothed her, brushing the tears from her face gingerly as he fought back his own. “I got you.” Dean undid the cuff around her ankles, being extra careful with the one Sam had injured.

Austyn wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as they were free, sobbing into his shoulder as he carried her from the house and out into the Impala.

“Are you okay?” she asked weakly, cupping his face in her hand. “The bear traps-”

“I’m fine. The bastard lied,” Dean shook his head. “Are you serious right now? You’re worried about me when you-” he scowled, burning tears tracking down his face. “God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Dean!”

“Are you kidding?” Dean scoffed. “I should have tested him, I should have fought back harder, I should’ve-”

“Dean, you couldn’t have known. This isn’t on you.”

“Yeah, well, I beg to differ. I’m supposed to keep you safe and I failed. I failed you, Austyn .”

“You saved me, Dean,” Austyn corrected, kissing the back of his hand as she clutched it in hers. “What are we gonna do about- What are we gonna do?” she sniffled, wiping her face as she tried to focus. “If we leave he’s just gonna find us again.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“How? He took all the guns out of the safe.” Dean scowled and reached under the drivers side of the bench seat, pulling out a 9 mm.

“He missed this one.”

“Dean.” Austyn stopped him. She knew what Sam meant to Dean. Despite what just happened, she didn’t want him to regret it if there was even a chance of Sam being Sam again.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Dean shook his head. “That wasn’t Sam, okay? Look at what he did to you! You said it yourself; he’ll only track us down again if we leave him,” He checked the clip, setting the safety and stowing the gun in the back of his jeans before handing her the keys. “If I don’t make it out-”

“Stop it,” Austyn shook her head. “I’m not leaving with you.”

“Just take the goddamn keys, please? I need to know you’ll be safe. Okay? I have to .” Those green eyes shimmered and Austyn knew Dean would keep her safe if it was the last thing he ever did.

“Okay.” she choked out.

“Promise me.” Dean held out his pinkie and Austyn sobbed, unable to think about living a life without this stubborn idiot.

“Promise.” she whispered, hooking her pinkie around his and laughing when he kissed her.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.” Dean kissed her forehead and pulled away, shutting the car door behind him before walking back into the house.

Austyn waited in tense silence, keys in the ignition and poised to start the car should Sam walk out the door.

She knew it was coming, but she still screamed in anguish when she heard the gunshot.

#dark fic #kitten's seven deadly sins #supernatural #soulless sam #torture #attempted rape #mind games #name-calling #helpless Dean #envy #sam and dean

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bbbrats · 6 years

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Own It (M)

Please pay attention to the massive list of warnings down below!

warnings: electrical play, knife play, wax play, ice play, flogging, whipping, anal, ass play, use of toys (dildos, buttplugs, etc.), choking, degradation, exhibition, cum play, throat-fucking, spanking, hair pulling, humiliation, blood play, thigh riding, panty fetish, extreme breath play, slight slave undertones (if you look closely), extreme sadist!jungkook; masochist!reader;

Whistling to himself, Jungkook stepped out out of his car door held open by his chauffeur. He offered a slight nod, and continued down the alley to the meet up spot. As he made his way down the alley, he saw who he was meant to see, along with you, on your knees. Clearing his throat, he glanced at you and continued on with the deal. See, your brother was a gambler, and owed HUGE money to mafias around the world. Only when they started threatening you, did you step in and say something, to which he said you can either work for them or deal with his "friend". That would be Jungkook. Your brother kicked at you, making sure you were paying attention. You were to be Jungkook's slave for twelve hours. Do whatever he said, whenever. It was currently eleven o'clock at night, meaning you had till 11am. It didn't sound to bad, if you were honest. He looked like a nice guy, sweet face, charming smile, and nice frame. But you were so fucking wrong. He jerked you up by your arm, dragging you behind him on stumbling feet and wobbly legs from resting on your legs for so long. He let out a growl and turned to face you, "Keep up bitch!" And continued yanking you down the alleyway. Throwing you into the backseat and climbing in behind you, he murmured close to your ear: "On your knees for your brother? What a filthy little slut? What's your name, whore?" As he spoke, he pinched your thighs and you quickly squeaked out your name, completely under his control. His hands danced along your hip bones, as the car started up. He murmured plans of making you ride something different before yanking you onto his left thigh. "Ride, slut." ~~~ The ride was long and it wasn't easy, especially considering every time you were even remotely close to coming, he lifted your hips and waited five minutes every time. Your clit was engorged and throbbing from lack of stimulation and your walls clenched around nothing. He chuckled as he heard the slight squelching noises. You'd arrived at his house almost thirty minutes ago, and within that time, Jungkook had handcuffed you to a hook on the ceiling. You stood there, arms stretched above your head, standing on your tippy toes and purely bare. It wasn't in his bedroom though. No, it was a red room. The walls adorned with whips, chains, floggers and other painful looking shit. Jungkook had pulled your hair back into a braid, and then left. No explanation, nothing. If you were just going to stand here for twelve hours, you could accept it, but no. Jungkook came back. This time, just as bare, and with a cart. The cart contained multiple sized dildos, buttplugs, a hefty looking belt, vibrators, a wand, three medium sized candles, and a cooler full of ice. He chuckled at your startled expression, before he walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a gag. Before you could even protest, it was in your mouth. He smiled before telling you, "Y/n, I own you for twelve hours. I can do what I want. I will shock you, cut you, stretch you, choke you, and fuck you into utter oblivion. Can you handle that?" You looked at him. "The safe word is 'Red'". His body, his eyes, everything. You nodded. He smirked before lighting the candles, and picking up the whip. "From now on, I expect to be called sir, understand slut?" "Yesf sirf" you gurgled, spit dribbling past the gag and down your chin. You thought it'd hurt when he hit you, and truth be told it did, but there was also a pleasure underneath, that you wanted to feel more of. He whipped harder at hot red and welting flesh, hitting as hard as he could. You cried, and screamed against the ball gag, He chuckled, satisfied at the beautiful shade of red your skin rose up to be. He murmured a 'beautiful'. Just when you thought you'd have a moment of rest, he picked up the small pink vibrator and attached it to your swollen clit, turning it on high. Ignoring your screams, he picked up the wax and slowly dropped it over your hardened nipples, smiling at how it changed from pretty pink, to agitated red. He watched as your juices slide down your folds and dripped down to your inner thighs. It fascinated him as his fingers danced across your sensitive and aching folds. "Mm, pretty girl, I'm gonna test your limits okay?" Let's see how much you could take. He pulled away, picking up a armful if toys. The buttplug was first, pushing into your previously untouched rosebud, stretching you wide. Before you even had a chance to voice your uncomfortableness, he was attaching the shock wand to your side, then next came the ice being shoved into your aching walls. A high pitched scream tore from the gag that covered your mouth as he turned the wand on, shocking your nerves into overdrive as you twitched and writhed under his command. He circled you, slapping your ass numerous times, before he picked up his favorite toy. His knife. He outright laughed at your facial expression of horror, the former torture devices fading to the back of your mind as he carved shallowly into your skin. JJK. Your screams of agony only riled him up further as he took a step back from your body to appreciate his work. There you were, asshole gaping, pussy clenching around the melted ice water, and your painful clit covered in dried wax and the vibrator still going. Not to mention the wand shocking you to the point of oblivion. He smirked, pulling the toys from your exhausted body. ~~~ It'd only been nine hours. He'd left to calm himself down and then rest. Returning was the best, now he'd finally get to fuck you. He walked up to you, cock already erect and angry from being denied relief for so long, and here you were offering yourself to him like a good bitch. Earlier he had fucked your throat until it bruised. Now he was going to violate your womanhood the same. Before pushing into you, he wrapped your hair around his wrist before yanking your head back, making your eyes flutter open, half lidded and gone. "Get ready, slut." And then he was pushing into you with all he had. Fucking into you was all he could manage, and hard and fast is all that he'd tolerate. His dick rammed against your abused walls, the ultimate cocktail of pain and pleasure washing over you as tears rushed down your face. This only encouraged him to fuck into you harder, body twisting in pain and pleasure as you felt yourself practically ripping apart. He groaned. "Ngh, Y/n. You take my cock so fucking well. Ngh, Fuck. With that his aggression started anew, and he fucked into you harder until he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed. You fought against the restraints, lack of air burning your lungs and setting your limbs on fire. He only squeezed harder, crushing your airway. You spit the ball gag out and croaked at him, "Jung-Jungkook" He ignored you, squeezing until he felt his ick practically burst from cumming inside you, walls being coated in pure white. His cum was heavy inside you, and even as you lost consciousness, the feeling sated you. The last thing you picked up was Jungkook unwrapping his hand around your throat and pulling out of you. ~~~JK's POV~~~ Opening up the restraints, her legs buckled and she fell into my arms. I cleared my throat and checked her pulse. Alive. I guess I should clean her up. After all, she is my wife.

A/N: (If you didn't understand Jungkook and the reader were role playing. They are actually married and yes they are still SadistxMasochist. But yeah, my YouTube fam requested so they received. I'm so sorry for my sins.)

#jungkook #jeongguk #btssmut #bts #smut #jeonscrotch #kacidsimply

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kpopyourcherryy · 7 years

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Don’t Test Me - (M)

And of course, I can’t forget Tashee~ how does death feel love? 😘

Genre; pure, good ole s m u t

Length; 3,600+ words

Kink(s); overstim., sensory deprivation, rope play(kinda), impact play, degradation/humiliation, boy x boy, exhibitionism, voyeurism, etc

Sitting there with HyunWoo and his friends, the six of you joke about as you all watched Kihyun and Minhyuk take their game of Overwatch just a tad too seriously; nothing but curses and rage filled screeches escaped the men as they killed enemy and died left and right.

Wonho chuckled as he looked over you and his friend, “Hyung, you should give Overwatch a shot.” He playfully teased. “I bet you’d do great.”

Shownu scoffed, shaking his head, “I’d rather not.” He replied, turning to you. “Babe, why don’t you play? You’re pretty good.”

“I- I’m not that good..” You shyly added, “I’m decent at best, but I mean last time we played together you kept shooting at the wrong people- so I suppose I’m good compared to you.”

The boys immediately broke out in a fit of laughter as your little taunt. “God, Hyung, you must be terrible then,” Changkyun added, as Hyungwon just sat back soaking in the roasts that he knew were about to come.

“Oh, he is-” You teased as you quickly flashed your boyfriend an apologetic smile as his face seemed to turn to stone. “I’m sorry babe, but you know it’s true, your kill to death ratio was like 2 to 40.”

Minhyuk practically fell back laughing as he paused the game, turning back towards your boyfriend, Kihyun pressed his lips together in an attempt to hold back his laughter. “Yah, Hyung, why are you bad? You watch me play all the time.”

“That’s probably why!” Minhyuk wittily retorted in his fit of laughter, immediately shielding himself as Ki lifted his hand- playing smacking his thigh.

You sat there, laughing along with his friends- your stomach seemed to knot up with anxiousness as you felt his eyes burn into you. As your giggles slowly dissipated you leaned back onto the couch, you rested your head on his shoulder. Pressing his lips against the top of your head, your boyfriend moved lower, “Just wait..” He coldly whispered before pressing his lips against your head once more.

Your body automatically reacted, blood rushed to your cheeks as inappropriate thoughts invaded your mind.

But alas, despite his unexpected warning and your less than pure the afternoon flew by without anymore random happening, and one by one after having dinner, each of the other boys went to do their own things for the rest of the evening.

As HyunWoo went to the bedroom, you headed over to the kitchen- perfectly prepared to spend the rest of the time cleaning up and cuddling up with your teddy bear of a boyfriend. You stood there over the sink, washing dishes- peacefully humming to yourself when you spotted him walking over to you in your peripheral vision.

“I thought you were going to bed, babe.” You chuckled as you scrubbed one of the plates, rinsing it in the warm running water as he moved behind you.

“How could I?” He smoothly replied as gripped your waist from behind before reaching over; shutting off the faucet. His hands moved from your hips as he slipped black silk fabric around your eyes; blinding you. “Babe-” You anxiously giggled, remembering his little warning from earlier. “Wha- What are you doing?”

Your boyfriend stayed silent as he led you away from your spot, and over to what you knew to be the living room. “Babe, I’m serious wha-” You began only to be cut off as he put his over your mouth. Goosebumps rose all over your body as you felt his warm breath brush against the nape of your neck; his lips right beside you ear, “Shut up..” He icily snarled, grabbing your wrists- pinning them behind your back as he forced you onto your knees.

You shuddered as you heard the sound of his belt come loose, his heavy steps coming to a halt as he stopped in front of you. The snap of his leather belt causing you to wince in response. “You know y/n...” He began, his steps starting up again as he seemed to move behind you; the cool leather gently grazing your forearm.

“It’s one thing to joke around with my friends..” He hissed, lightly tapping your upper back with his belt. “but talking shit and trying to humiliate me in front of them is another.” Just as you opened your mouth to defend yourself, it was almost as if he could read your mind. “Don’t..” He growled, crouching down- his fingers hooking around the waistband of your sweats, yanking them down your thighs. “I don’t want to hear your little excuses, understand little girl?”

Immediately you nodded, “Uh huh..” You timidly muttered, the sudden sting from his belt had you letting out muffled yelps as you roughly bit down on your lip.

“Talk right little girl..” He harshly replied, “I don’t want any half-assed responses, those will get this cute little ass of yours so bruised you won’t be able to sit for a week. Under-fucking-stand?”

“Yes..” You quickly responded, wincing as you heard him move. “Yes, Daddy I understand. I’m- I’m sorry..”

HyunWoo chuckled at you mousy apology, sadistically running the leather along the sore flesh just to keep your anxieties high. “Mmm, I like seeing you so timid, my love..” He purred as he began looping his belt around your wrists, binding them behind your back. As he stood, he looked over your delicate bound form, grinning to himself. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

You just nodded as he his hefty footsteps became faint. God what grave did you just dig for yourself? What was he planning? Most important what toys was he about to bring out? These questions seemed to rattle your brain as you anxious knelt there, enduring the pain that started to irritate your knees while you waiting for him to come back.

It seemed as if he were purposely taking his sweet time, just to make you regret your shit talking even more. Suddenly you heard someone approaching, but it was different this time... it was as if multiple people were coming towards you. Your heart immediately shot down to your stomach as you heard Hyungwon’s voice.

“Y-Y/n..” He uttered, shock coating his voice as whispers followed. “What’s going on?” Wonho suddenly added, walking over to where you were- just as he crouched down to undo your restraints, Shownu returned.

“No talking, little girl.” He snarled, as he gave his friend a damn near deathly glare. “Get away.” Motioning at both him and Hyungwon, “Both of you either go back to your rooms or you know what.. if you wanna stay, take a seat and shut up.”

Your eyes widen behind your blindfold at his suggestion, “Bu- But..” You managed to timidly stutter out only to be quieted by the feeling of his dagger like gaze burning into you.

“That’s what I thought..” Shownu snarled, scoffing as his attention turned back to his friends. “Now, are you two gonna stay or leave? Because if you’re not, go right now- I have a little brat that needs to be taught some manners and I’m not gonna put with you two wasting my time.”

Neither of the men could believe the sin that was unraveling right there in their living room, “Hy-Hyung, what’s gotten into you?” Wonho timidly asked, unable to pry his hungry gaze off your bound form.

Shownu smugly grinned as he noticed both of his friend eyes fixated on you. “Answer me babyboy..” He smoothly purred while brushing loose strands of hair out of your face, moving it all to one side to expose your unmarked neck. “Don’t you think she looks amazing like this? Bound and just so helpless... Don’t you wanna watch me destroy her?”

Something came over both men, Hyungwon suddenly spoke up- you could hear his footsteps coming closer, then stopping as he plopped down on to the couch beside you. “I do..” He sweetly purred, reaching his hand out to Wonho who seemed to melt at the perfect sight you were. “Come, sit with me, Wonho-Hyung... Let’s enjoy the show..”

Wonho made his way over his younger friend, taking his hand as he took a seat beside him. “Good boys...” HyunWoo cooed, flashing them a soft smile before turning his attention back to you. “Now just sit back and relax, watch me wreck my little angel..”

Both of the men reclined back into the couch, watching as their Hyung looked down at you with nothing but pure lust and anger in his eyes.

You practically trembled as his death stare piercing into you as you heard his footsteps start up again. Your boyfriend circled your bound body like a starved predator would do it's prey, admiring the way the black silk blindfold complimented your rosy cheeks. As his pacing came to a halt, he crouched in front of you- brightly grinning at the things he had planned for you.

"Don't ever test me again, little girl.." He smoothly whispered into your ear before deafening you; sliding on the noise canceling headphones he bought just for this occasion. “Mhmm,” He purred as he caressed your cheek; his soft touch causing you to wince slightly. Turning his attention to his friends, he gave them a playful smirk as he waved your vibe in the air. “Let’s watch how much my little girl can take, hm?” He chuckled, switching the toy on. “But first, how strong should it be?”

Wonho looked over at Hyungwon; who was actively palming his hardened member through his shorts. “Uh..” He began, biting his lower lip as his eyes zeroed in on your dripping core. “High. Put it on the highest setting..” He added, “- and don’t pull it away from her until she cums at least twice.”

HyunWoo scoffed at the younger man's suggestion, but couldn’t help approving of it either. He wanted to watch you writhe as you came, then hear you cry out as over-stimulation consumed your sensitive body. “Hmm, you’re a smart little boy aren’t you?” He rhetorically asked, turning back to you and the toy he had in hand; flipping it to it’s highest setting.

Before he even allowed it anywhere near your heat, he teased you with it. Gently running the cold metal over your clothed nipples, relishing the sweet little whines that flowed out of you as he circled them before tracing down your stomach. “You’re gonna looks so lovely, babygirl..” He cooed, knowing the head phones prevented you from hearing anything.

He gently began to outline your slit, grazing your clit ever so slightly as your juices coated the toy. The room slowly filling with your needy sounds as he began to concentrate the vibe on your throbbing pearl. Your face contorted with pure pleasure while throat tearing moans escaped your open mouth, “Da- Daddy!~” You whined, stuttering as the overwhelming sensation of the toy made it hard for you to even concentrate on breathing.

Those they couldn’t see, your eyes practically rolled back into your skull as frequent high pitched sounds escaped you. Your body trembled as the fast vibrations had quickly caused that wild flame in your core to intensify like it never had before. You could feel your core clench as an orgasm began barrelling towards you, “I- I..” You stuttered, your sounds turning into desperate whimpers that seemed to feel more than just the living room.

A smug grin painted across your boyfriend’s face as he listened to your sobbing noises, watching as your entire body seemed to melt and shake the closer you got to your climax. “God damn..” Hyungwon groaned, stroking his member through his sweats; his flushed with a vibrant shade of red. “She’s so fucking sexy, Hyung.. I wanna cum just watching her.

Wonho suddenly got on his knees, swatting his friend's hand away from his manhood and replacing it with his. “Let me help you, baby..” Wonho purred, as his arousal skyrocketed. Hooking his fingers around the waistband of Hyungwon’s sweats, quickly yanking them down to his mid-thighs. “I wanna make you cum with y/n..”

Shownu chuckled as he watched Wonho begin to pleasure their younger friend, bobbing his head and hand down his length; creating this heavenly mix of yours and his moans. “Fuck, she’s gonna cum soon..” Shownu warned, gritting his teeth as his own arousal grew the more he watched your body writhe at the intensity of it all. “I suggest you work that pretty mouth of yours quick, Wonho.”

The blue hair man smirked around the tip of his friend's cock, ��Be a good boy for me and cum Hyungwon..” He smoothly cooed, giving his member sweet kitten licks before taking him back into his mouth- allowing him to entire his throat every so often.

“Holy fuck..” Hyungwon moaned, his hands running through his friends silkened hair; giving it faint tugs as his warm mouth felts like magic. “Hy- Hyung..” He whimpered, pursing his lips together as his brows furrowed; his high quickly rising the more his friend swallowed around him.

“Mhmm..” Hoseok purred as he felt his cock twitch in his mouth, signaling his incoming climax. Suddenly you let out a throat shredding cry while tears soaked your blindfold, streaming down your reddened face, “I can’t- I can’t hold it anymore, Daddy... I need..” You shakily whimpered, your voice trailing off as your orgasm suddenly slammed into you.

Your body tensed as your climax wracked through you, sending you spiraling into the pitch blackness of pure ecstasy. “Da- Daddy..” You innocently cried out as you slowly realized that he wouldn’t allow you to calmly ride out your orgasm; your boyfriend still pressing and circling your clit with the torturous toy. “Pl- Please..”

He didn’t even bother to answer, knowing you couldn’t hear a thing anyway. Instead, he just continued his assault, watching you heavily pant as you attempted to wriggle away from the toy. Using his free hand, he tightly snaked his arm around you; keeping you in place.

As he became concentrated on his onslaught, Hyungwon grunted as Wonho deep throated him- allowing his friend to coat his throat with his warm cum. “Fu- Fuck, fuck..” He repeatedly cursed, his head sinking back into the couch as his Hyung slowly rose from his member, flashing his a toothy grin before licking his lips.

Wonho giggled as he tucked his friend's flaccid cock back into his pants, giving his thigh a soft pat as he returned to his seat beside him. “You came so much.” He teased the jaded man, allowing him lay across his lap. “Y/n must really turn you on..” Hyungwon just lazily nodded in response, still coming down from his climax while continuing to enjoy the little show that was unfolding in front of them.

“Too- too much..” You weakly mumbled, gasping for air as over-stimulation slowly took over- the sweet bliss you once felt rapidly turned into an overwhelming burning yet numb sensation that had you whimpering for freedom from it.

Swiftly he laid you on the carpeted floor, spreading your legs nice and wide just to make sure his friends had the best view of your pretty little pussy. A pompous grin sprawled across your boyfriends face as he moved the toy from your hypersensitive pearl to your sopping entrance. “Look at my little sluts cunt..” He proudly purred, teasing your hole with the essence coated toy. “-so fucking pretty and wet.”

Both Shownu and Wonho seemed to groan in unison as he slowly pushed the toy inside you; intently watching as you welcomed its girth. “Fu- Fucking hell..” You hissed, biting your lower lip the deeper he pushed it in.

Wonho couldn’t take it anymore, his arousal instantly went through the roof at the lovely sight you were. Gently he lifted Hyungwon off him and began struggling with the buttons of pants when his friend turned onto his stomach to assist him, “Let me take care of you Hyung..” He cheekily added as his long fingers quickly undid his jeans. “It’s only fair..”

His Hyung automatically obliged, gracefully pushing down his jeans; watching Shownu fuck you with the toy as his friend’s icy hand wrapped around his length. “Mhmm..” Wonho purred, leaning his head back into the couch, his dark gaze switching from you to his friend every moment he could.

“You enjoying yourselves?” Shownu fiendishly jeered over to his friends, not even sparing them a glance as he quickened his pace; pumping the toy into you with deep quick strokes. Neither of the men seemed to be capable of speaking a single word and inside just nodded in unison while Hyungwon slowly began to lower his mouth onto Wonho’s thick length; drawing out his magnificent groans.

As your boyfriend’s pace sped up, the pain from the over-stimulation soon turned into bliss once more. Your pleading cries turned into ecstasy filled moans in a split second as that sweet warmth comforted your body. “Oh, my gosh..” You whined while practically melting against the floor. The mix of the fast vibrations and deep pumps had your mind going completely blank. “S- So good..”

HyunWoo airily chuckled at your words or lack of words actually; after all, it just let him know what a good job he’d been doing. As he quickened his thrusts once again, more of those wonderful needy moans escaped you as he repeatedly hit your most sensitive spot while reaching over- pulling off the headphones in a quick motion, tossing them onto the couch.

The second they were off the mixture of the loud toy, erotic slurping, and Wonho’s lewd sounds invaded your ears. “Da-Daddy..” You purred, that sweet urge building up the more you listened to the pornographic song, “I wanna cum again..” Your heated body shivered as you felt your boyfriends icy hand creep under your shirt, pushing up your torso; exposing your bare chest and tummy. “Ahh.~” You hummed, pursing your lips together as he began pinching your sensitive nipples.

“Such a pretty little girl.” Shownu softly said, moving his hands back down to your lower stomach. “Let’s see how much you cum this time, shall we?” Immediately Shownu ruthlessly fucked you with the toy as his free hand ran down to your flower, sweetly rubbing your throbbing pearl in relentless circles.

Your body immediately responded, your climax seemed closer than you previously thought as he continued his assault. “Da..” You breathlessly cried out as you attempted to squirm away once again.

“Not uh princess..” Shownu growled, his aggressive behavior instantly returned as he quickly yanked you closer to him. “Take it, babygirl..” He snarled as he returned his attention to your hypersensitive clit while deeply pushing the toy into your cunt.

You laid there, shaking as nothing but sobbing moans escaped you, “Sh- Holy shit.” You whined as you tugged on your leather restraints.

Wonho sat there, enjoying the show going on in front of him as Hyungwon allowed him to fuck his face, “God I’m so close..” He growled, groaning through gritted teeth as he felt his friend hollow his cheeks around him.

“Cum with y/n then, just like your little Hyungwon did.” Shownu cheekily suggested before licking his lips as he noticed your pussy clamping down on the toy.

Nodding, the younger man agreed while the sexiest smirk sprawled across his angelic face. “Yes- Yes, Sir...” Wonho smoothly replied as his toned body began to tense the more his climax inched closer with each thrust into Hyungwon’s warm mouth.

Though you couldn’t see what was going on, every sound that filled the room seemed just push you closer to the edge of your euphoric doom. Your moans began to slowly turn into shallow gasps as you the sweet warmth slowly began to wash over you. “I- I..” You whimpered, “I need to cum..”

Your boyfriend sadistically chuckled, continuing his onslaught as he watched you chest rise with each delicate breath you took. “Just hold on a little longer princess.” He cooed, knowing very well you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself for very long.

With his hand in his hair, Wonho roughly began fucking Hyungwon’s mouth; slamming down his throat with each stroke. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..” He snarled as he viciously chased his high. “God, I’m gonna fucking cum- I’m gonna cum.” He whined, his thrust becoming sloppy.

“Cum with your Oppa, baby.” Shownu cooed, toying with your clit. Instantly, the coil in your core came undone as the warmth you felt turned into this near paralyzing wash of burning coolness.

You couldn’t utter a single word as your second orgasm seemed to be more intense than the last. Leaning over to you, Shownu swiftly pulled the blindfold off; the silk came free with ease, “Look at what you’ve done to them, princess.” He said in a hushed tone.

Lazily you opened your eyes, wincing at the bright light at first as your eyes adjusted. Slowly, you turned over to the couch where Wonho and Hyungwon were; the instant you laid eyes on them, Wonho’s own high collided with him. “God damn..” He cursed as he shoved himself deep into his friend's throat, making sure to coat it with every last drop of his cum before allowing him up.

Hyungwon slowly lifted himself off Wonho’s softening cock, gasping for air as it invaded his lungs. “Ahh...” He breathlessly hummed, laying himself back down on the couch.

You laid there, wide eyed with vibrant red cheeks as you looked over the jaded men. Shownu wickedly laughed at your shock, grinning widely while wrapping his hand behind your neck; switching off and removing the toy from you before lifting you from your spot and onto his lap. “Maybe next time..” He chillingly began as you rested your head against his muscular chest. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let them play with you while Daddy fucks your brains out.”

“How does that sound kitten?”

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meowmeow-motherfucker · 5 years

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Domesticity Interrupted

Summary: Dean and Austyn struggled to create a peaceful life after Sam went into the cage. They managed to do just that until their past came calling. DARK FIC

This fic is part of the Seven Deadly Sins fic challenge hosted by @siren-kitten-his . My choices were Envy, and Sam and Dean. Please, please read the tags and if it makes you uncomfortable, don't read. This fic is super dark and not at all what I initially planned it to be. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

Content/trigger warnings: assault, panic, torture, attempted sexual assault, threatening behavior, mind games, name-calling, murder