#manupilation

[lover-of-midnight]

Not trusting reality

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Merlin (TV)

Relationship:

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Characters:

Merlin (Merlin)

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Gaius (Merlin)

Additional Tags:

Arthur Whump

Hurt/Comfort

Emotional Hurt

Febuwhump 2025

Day 5

Worried Merlin (Merlin)

Protective Merlin (Merlin)

Mind Manipulation

Arthur Pendragon Needs a Hug (Merlin)

Language: English

Collections: febuwhump 2025

@febuwhump

Summary:

Merlin froze when Arthur screamed, he gave Gaius a worried glance, as he sat down next to Arthur, gently running his fingers through the sweat-soaked hair. Both knew that Arthur needed time, but it was hell.

Arthur gripped at his face, heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, his body burned from where he was thrown against the tree. It took him a few minutes to gather his bearings; all he could do was sit on the grass.

Shaking slightly, he took in the distraction around him. Dis was all his fault, he should have known that it was a suicide mission.

He could faintly still hear people screaming, feet thumping against the ground as they ran. A high pitch sound in his ears as he tried to force himself to his feet. Shivering as he forced himself to take a step forward.

His fault.

This destruction was his fault. He shouldn’t have led his knights in here. He shouldn’t have led Merlin here. It would have been better if he came on his own.

But he didn’t. He blinked rapidly as blood dripped into his eyes, obscuring his vision. Frustrating him even more.

A cough tore through his lungs as he slumped to his knees. Blood splattered onto the grass.

With a grimace, he cleaned his hand against his leg. He needed to move to figure out who was still alive, to get them away from here. But he couldn’t get his body to move even when he tried. So, he did the second best, his eyes scanned the battlefield.

Good men were down on the ground, most already dead, some on the verge of death.  They didn’t deserve this. Why couldn’t he change with them? They didn’t deserve to die.

Get up, move. It was like a mantra as he forced himself up. His one leg dragged slightly as he pushed himself forward. Merlin, Leon, Perceval, Elyan, Lancelot, Gwaine. Their bodies… Arthur froze before he threw up.

Shivering as he fell, he couldn’t bring himself to move again. They were his friends, not just knights. They were a few of the closest people he had in his life. How could they be dead?

Merlin froze when Arthur screamed, he gave Gaius a worried glance, as he sat down next to Arthur, gently running his fingers through the sweat-soaked hair. Both knew that Arthur needed time, but it was hell.

It was as if he was stuck in his mind. Whatever the spell that was cast, it was breaking Arthur, with each day. A small whimper slipped through his cracked lips, as he tried to make himself smaller on the cot.

Gaius signed slightly as he pressed a new cool cloth against Arthur��s head. “Between the head injury and magic, I am worried Merlin. He isn’t recovering. The wound is healing properly, but he isn’t waking up.

And the little bit he is awake, he isn’t lucid.” Gaius closed his eyes as he gave Merlin a tired look.

“You want me to do magic.” It wasn’t a question. Merlin already had the spell ready, that would allow him into Arthur’s head, they had hoped it wouldn’t be necessary, but it was already more than a week. They couldn’t wait any longer.

“Yes. I know it is dangerous, but what choice do we have? At this rate, I don’t think he will have much longer before it would be too late.” Gaius whispered the last part as he sat down. “Go and get some rest, do it tonight when the castle will be asleep,” Gaius said it as if was something that would be easy.

But all Merlin could do was nod, before he pressed himself upright, he placed a small kiss against Arthur’s head. “It is time to wake up Clotpole.” There was enough love and care in his voice, it broke Gaius slightly.

Merlin was silent as he settled behind the cot, the fire warm against his body. He gently placed his hands against Arthur’s temple, whispering under his breath, his eyes flashed gold as he focused on building the tread.

It went slowly as Arthur tried to push him from his mind, so he focused on sending calming vibes through the slowly building bond. Soon it pulsed warm against his magic. Merlin started to follow the tread deeper into Arthur’s mind.

He didn’t dare to call out to his prince, from the little fragments that flit past him, he could see the vulnerability in the pieces.

It took him a while to find Arthur. He froze when he saw the scene before him. Suddenly a lot made sense.

“Arthur.” His voice was soft as he walked until he was next to Arthur, he gently lowered himself to the grass.

Arthur froze when Merlin was suddenly next to him. It wasn’t real, Merlin was dead. His breath hitched as he could only stare at Merlin, his hand shaking as he reached out before he froze again.

It wasn’t real. It was just a trick.

“I am real Arthur. I need you to wake up, love.” Merlin gently touched Arthur’s hand, pulling it forward, and pressing it against his cheek.

He could see Arthur freezing when he felt the heat against his hand.

My fault. Not real. Was the only two thoughts that went through his mind. He pulled away, pressing himself against the tree.

“This wasn’t your fault. And I am real. You were injured in a battle in the citadel, he sent a spell after you, and that is why you are trapped here. But I promise you, that you are safe. And the knights are safe.

We are all worried about you Arthur. We need you to wake up please, love. I need you.” Merlin could see the confusion in Arthur’s eyes, hell he could feel it in the air around them. His emotions were thick, and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

Arthur opened his mouth before he closed it again.

With a small glare, he tried again. “I don’t know how to leave.” It was said so softly that Merlin almost missed it.

“I can lead you out.” Merlin forced himself to his feet before he held out his hand for Arthur. It took him a few seconds before he took it.

Merlin kept a tight grip on Arthur’s hand as he led him back to the start of the tread. Arthur bit the inside of his lip, fear burning deep in his heart, a part of him just wanted to stay here, where he knew what happened.

“This isn’t real Arthur, what he saw isn’t what happened.” Merlin’s voice was low as they got back to the start, his hand warm against Arthur. ��Will you wake up for me please?” There was a faint note of begging in his voice.

All Arthur could do was nod. Shivering as he tried to force himself awake.

Merlin blinked as his hands fell to the side, tiredness strong in his features as he waited for Arthur. Hoping that it would be enough, that he would have trusted him to come out.

He was just about to lose hope when Arthur’s eyes finally opened. They were still slightly hazy, but Arthur reached for Merlin. The body and mind are tired. As his eyes fell shut again, finally fell into a proper healing sleep.

Merlin smiled slightly as he whispered. “Thank you, my love.”  It worked, Arthur would be alright, for the first time in a while, Merlin could sleep again, everything was finally in balance again.

Ao3 link

[aychama]

Cult of the Lamb [Animated Short] - Fashion & Flesh

The crown canonicly is a manace lmao ;0;

[zaphiyy207]

When the hero of Dream Land walked among the wasteland of his planet devoid of life, his own loneliness led to his insanity. Wished for a controlled world of dreams, he continued to live until he became an empty shell of the bright hero.

"Welcome to my Dream Land."

He greeted the travelling Wizard of the Night.

Kirby Fake Dreams AU

Inspired by Coraline and Alice in Wonderland (the story and the vocaloid song).

I'm not late for Halloween art, I swear (I don't celebrate halloween here so-)

It's a shame I haven't finished this one-shot so here's the supposed poster for that one-shot of this AU. It's actually based on 'Cigarette Duet' song, the story follows Kirby through his stages of grief of losing everyone in one fatal mistake which lead to his insanity. He wished for a world based on his dreams which he can control. Understandably, his memory began to fail. Desperate to cling to the memories of his friends, he pulled other alternate universe of his friends to live in his dreams forever just so he won't feel so lonely.

Kirby here has been promoted to be the Sole Ruler of 'Dream Land'. Wearing the accessories of his friends that he sewn together, he ruled the land with happiness and love. He truly loved his subjects that he deemed as his friends. The only important rule in this kingdom is to follow your roles

Never go against the script that has been given to you

Those he punished will never come back.

( I'm near my exam period and was bombarded with assignment deadlines so a lot of my current work has to be stopped for a moment to focus more on my academics. Not fun. November is not my favourite month. )

[fromtampon]

omg ur sooooooo funny ~ 💖

[ernie-sesame]

I'm always a 2 no matter what

[shinnyshining]

its orochi

[bigshunt]

Wow wow wow wow wow. George on Max's shit list. PUBLICLY! He better watch the fuck out.

Also georgie... you have endeared yourself to me this season but I haven't forgotten the Bottas helmet slap. I was hoping he had changed but... 🤨. Thin ice boyo.

IT GETS WOOOORSEEEEEEEE

CALLED HIM A FAKE ASS BITCH

[nthflower]

I think performing all the time is what make me hate other people and society. Like not being not understood but more like performance all the time. Its necessary sometimes but all the time it's toxic and drowning. I am trying to be more sincere now with my life.

[thewritingfairy]

↪ 05. Tim doesn't understand you

inspired by acid-ixx, rizzanon and nikovraskol

PREV PART trigger warnings: medical + emotional + physical neglect, Stephanie and (Name) don't mix, misgendering (reader isn't out to the bad family yet), shouting, manupilation attempt, shouting, filler chapter main m.list      series m.list

Tim doesn’t understand you, he doesn’t understand why you were never told about their ‘nightly business’. To him you seemed the most trustworthy, the best at empathy and quite frankly the least problematic one, so he doesn’t understand Alfred’s anger. He doesn’t understand why he shouted at you the minute you walked through the door, he doesn’t know what to do except just stand there as Stephanie comes to look for him. They were supposed to play video games, after all. “Geez, Alfie is really laying it into her,” she comments, popping some popcorn in her mouth. “nice, finally it isn’t one of us.”

“Alfred,” You interrupt his yelling, painfully aware of how Stephanie and Tim are watching you two. “you lost the right to be concerned over me a long time ago.” Those words brought tension in the air Tim had only ever felt at his home. It was the tension of anger, righteous anger. Anger that Tim knows all too well. “I was spending time with my friends, my family.”

Those words made Stephanie scoff; “Hey genius this is your family.” But Tim knew better, he just hadn’t calculated that their neglect would harm you this much. He wants to keep you safe, but, oh he should have stepped more after what Jason did to you.

“Is it?” You ask Stephanie. “Oh, Stephanie, you of all people should know that blood doesn’t equal family.”

Alfred grabs you by your pulse and you try to pull it back instantly. “Your anger has become childish,” he hisses, squeezing your pulse tighter and Tim notices the way your eyes become numb. They look like those dead eyes Kon-el always show’s him (the clone had always been worried about not looking like he was human, even with all the reassurance that he is). “I am disappointed in you, and you will apologise to miss Brown.”

Tim turns to Stephanie as he sees her nostrils flare out, she’s furious. “She’s right,” he whispers to Stephanie, and she looks at him betrayed.

“This is not you, (Name),” Alfred scolds you, his voice harsh and unfamiliar to not just your ears but Tim’s as well. “where has my sweet girl gone, where has she disappeared to?”

“Let me go, Mr. Pennyworth,” you say, your voice shaking but steadfast at the same time. “you lost my trust the day you let Jason beat me, but you started losing me long before that.” You finally get your pulse lose and step back, the glare you had on your face was one that the whole family had only seen twice. It was the glare you had given Damian when he attacked Tim, just after he attacked you, and it was the glare you gave the family the day Jason beat you. “I was never that easy, I made myself that easy so that I at least got your affection!”

You were shouting back at Alfred, and to Tim it felt like the dam finally broke.

You could be strong and still feel hurt, you could be strong but still tell Alfred the truth without faltering.

“Be glad I haven’t showed anyone the scars that Jason gave me,” you laugh out. “I didn’t press charges, because I couldn’t. And I am too tired to even think about that man,” Stephanie and Tim were frozen. Tim felt like they were intruding, but Stephanie wanted to see how this would end. After all, to her you were just throwing a tantrum about the past. “I could ruin your precious Wayne family by just leaking a few photos. But I haven’t, don’t make me change my mind.”

Alfred says nothing. He was taking your threat seriously, but Tim knows better. He threatened the same so many times, this was just a method to make Alfred back off. Threats were the only way to make this family listen to you. Tim feels guilty, but what can he do?

“She wouldn’t, right?” Stephanie asks. “I get that Jason messed up but isn’t this too far?”

“She doesn’t have all the context,” Tim couldn’t help but defend you. “how can we expect her to understand when she does not know the full story?”

Stephanie hums. “I guess that’s why she made that comment about my dad, huh.”

“Yeah,” Tim agrees, just to placate her. “she was beaten to the point she couldn’t leave the house for almost a year. I think (Name) is rightfully pissed still, she was attacked in her own room. And the last things she had gotten from her mother were destroyed by Jason.”

While Tim understands your anger is righteous,

he doesn’t understand you, for that he has to know you and he never took that chance. Oh, how many chances you have given him, them.

But if he was to try now, would you still let him after all this time? Would you still accept him when you realise that he neglected you because he thought that was better for you? Would you protect him again if you knew the truth about why he kept you in the dark. Would you view him different from the rest of the family (and team). Would you love him? Would you be siblings?

Would you let him in so that he can learn to understand you?

 NEXT PART this isn't my best work, but I got the motivation for this chapter idea again thx to the ask about Tim. 

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[shrewsburysworld]

Mad Doctor (part II)

Pair :- Yandere seokjin × Female reader

Summary :- Dr. Seokjin is adored by all, yet bound to a possessive wife who marks him as hers. His colleagues pity him, thinking he’s trapped. But behind closed doors, the truth is far more complicated.

Warnings :- Yandere themes, toxic relationship, manupilative behaviour, domestic violence, jealous reader, possessive reader, dubious consent (mild), smut (it's bit edgy), oral (f. receiving), jealous seokjin, possessive seokjin.

"This is a work of fiction and does not promote or romanticize toxic relationships in real life."

They had been newlyweds, still learning each other's habits, still adjusting to their life together. Seokjin had noticed Yn’s possessiveness early on—the way she’d stiffen when another woman got too close, how her hand would tighten around his wrist when someone complimented him.

But she had never crossed a line. Not until that night.

It had started at a family gathering.

Yn’s mother had laughed over dinner, sipping on her wine, recounting stories from Yn’s childhood. "Yn has always been like this," she had said. "She never liked sharing her toys. I still remember when she scratched her little friend’s face just because she took her doll. Poor girl had scars for weeks."

Seokjin had chuckled politely, but a strange feeling crept up his spine. He glanced at Yn, expecting her to laugh it off, but she was staring at her plate, lips pressed into a thin line.

Seokjin's cousin sister was always friendly but he felt yn's eyes on him and he tensed, her mother previous words didn't do anything better.

Jin had tried to let go of that topic, he wasn't disloyal and he wasn't an object but why did it feel like it. Why did he get nervous while talking to another woman. He didn't see but he knew yn was watching and he knew what was going to happen tonight.

That night, when they got home, the tension followed them inside.

It started small—Yn’s arms crossed, eyes dark as she questioned him. "That woman was too close to you today."

Seokjin sighed, rubbing his temple. "She was just making conversation, Yn."

"She touched your arm."

"It was just for a moment."

"She was laughing."

"She can't laugh now?"

"She was flirting."

"She was just being friendly."

"Yn—"

*smack*

The slap came so suddenly, neither of them registered it at first.

A sharp sting on Seokjin’s cheek. A heavy silence in the air.

Yn gasped, stepping back as if she had burned herself. Her hand trembled. "Jin—" Her voice cracked. "I—"

She looked terrified. Like she had just realized what she had done.

Seokjin’s mind was blank. The pain barely registered, but the shock did. His wife—his soft, shy, lovesick wife—had hit him.

Yn clutched her hands together. "I didn’t mean to. I swear. I just—" Her breath came out shaky. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Jin."

A long, suffocating silence stretched between them.

Seokjin forced himself to breathe. He swallowed, the weight of the moment settling in. And then, despite everything, he gave her a small, tired smile. "It’s okay."

But Yn knew it wasn’t. She knew she fucked up.

That night, they both lay awake in bed. Neither spoke. The space between them felt like an ocean. Yn wanted to apologise but she knew her sorrys are waste if she doesn't control her possessiveness. She never found it as a trait. Growing up she was proud of her selfishness and possesiveness, but now she wasn't sure.

Jin had been avoiding her for days. Yn felt like shit even though they slept in same bed he felt miles away and guilt for the first time was eating her away. Her Jin must be upset on her, she must correct her mistake.

Yn was determined. If her behavior hurt Seokjin—if it put a crack in their marriage—she would change. She isn't ready to give up on seokjin, never.

The next morning, she reached out to her friend, asking for recommendations for yoga and meditation classes.

"I need to control my anger," she admitted, voice heavy with shame.

And when she told Seokjin about it, he had smiled, relief flickering in his eyes.

"I’m proud of you, Yn."

For the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe.

If he likes it then I'll do it.

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It started slow. Days passed.

Yn meditated in the mornings as instructed by teacher. She learned to breathe before reacting. When Seokjin’s female colleagues laughed a little too much at his jokes, she clenched her fists but said nothing. When she felt the surge of jealousy creeping up, she forced herself to calm down, to breathe, to not punch her in the face.

Seokjin noticed the difference immediately.

She no longer clung to him with bruising grips. She no longer tightened her arms around his waist whenever she got insecure.

She still loved him—he knew that. But something was different.

She was different.

And at first, it was good.

Healthy.

They were happy.

Seokjin was happy.

Until he wasn’t.

___

It was subtle at first.

Seokjin would flirt playfully, and instead of blushing furiously and gripping his arm, Yn would just smile and shake her head.

He would tease her about another woman talking to him, expecting that usual fire in her eyes, but she only kissed his cheek and said, "I trust you."

She didn’t get jealous anymore.

She didn’t throw her arms around him at random moments, burying her face in his chest.

She still held him, still kissed him, still loved him—but it wasn’t the same.

And Seokjin—he didn’t understand why that bothered him.

It was better this way, wasn’t it?

But then, why did he feel restless?

Why did he miss the way she used to grip him like he was the only thing keeping her afloat?

Why did it feel like he was losing something?

___

One evening, Seokjin decided to surprise Yn.

He had finished early at work and drove to her yoga class, waiting in the parking lot with a small bouquet in hand.

When he saw her step out of the building, he smiled.

He was about to call her name, stepping forward—

But then he froze.

Yn wasn’t alone.

She was talking to someone—a man.

Seokjin’s stomach dropped.

She was smiling. Laughing. Her posture was relaxed, her face open and warm.

She didn’t smile at men like that before.

And then it hit him.

Is this how Yn felt?

That suffocating weight in his chest. That rush of jealousy clawing up his throat. That deep, irrational fear that someone was trying to take what was his.

His fingers clenched around the bouquet, heart pounding in his ears.

For the first time, Seokjin understood.

And he hated it.

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The drive home that night was quiet. Too quiet.

Seokjin gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as his mind replayed the image over and over again.

Yn. Laughing. Smiling. With another man.

She had never done that before.

At home, Yn hummed as she set the table for dinner. She looked… peaceful.

Seokjin should have been happy. She was finally in control of her emotions, finally at ease. But something wasn’t right.

He couldn’t stop staring at her.

She was still his Yn, still his wife, but she wasn’t the same.

She wasn’t his in the way she used to be.

She didn’t cling to him the second he walked through the door. She didn’t demand to know how many women had tried to talk to him today.

She didn’t grip his arm too tight, didn’t press possessive kisses onto his skin.

She didn’t need to.

Because she was fine.

Without him.

"How was work?" Yn asked, taking a bite of her food.

Seokjin swallowed hard.

"It was okay," he murmured, watching her carefully.

Yn smiled. "That’s good. I had a great class today. We focused on breathing techniques."

Breathing techniques.

Seokjin bit the inside of his cheek.

"Who else was there?" he asked, forcing his voice to stay light.

Yn blinked, clearly not expecting the question. "The usual group."

"The usual group."

That man was part of the "usual group," wasn’t he?

Seokjin forced himself to nod.

"That’s nice."

Yn beamed.

But Seokjin felt sick.

The days that followed were a battle he hadn’t prepared for.

Seokjin was used to being the good one in their relationship. The patient one. The reasonable one.

But now… he was the one holding back his emotions.

He would wake up to find Yn already meditating in the living room, eyes closed, face serene. She looked untouchable—like something sacred.

She used to wake him up first.

She used to press lazy, desperate kisses to his lips in the mornings, refusing to let him leave the bed.

Now?

She was slipping away.

And he hated it.

At the hospital, Seokjin became distracted.

"Dr. Kim, are you alright?" a nurse asked when he nearly prescribed the wrong dosage for a patient.

He nodded stiffly. "Just a little tired."

Junho, his closest friend, noticed too.

"You don’t seem yourself lately," Junho remarked as they walked to the cafeteria. "Is everything okay with Yn?"

Seokjin clenched his jaw.

"She’s… changing."

Junho brightened. "That’s good, right? She’s working on herself."

Seokjin should have nodded. Should have smiled and said, Yes. It’s good.

But the words stuck in his throat.

Was it good?

Because it didn’t feel that way.

That night, when Seokjin got home, Yn was on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

She didn’t rush to the door when she heard him.

She didn’t even look up immediately.

It was like a knife to the chest.

"Hey," she finally greeted, glancing up.

That’s it?

Just ‘hey’?

"Hey," he echoed, his voice colder than intended.

Yn frowned. "Something wrong?"

Everything.

Everything was wrong.

"No," he said flatly, dropping his bag and walking past her.

Yn didn’t chase after him.

She used to.

She used to always chase after him.

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Seokjin tried to ignore the growing unease in his chest.

He told himself he was being irrational.

That he should be proud of Yn for controlling herself.

But the thoughts wouldn’t stop.

Especially when, a few days later, he picked her up from class early.

He saw her before she saw him.

And there he was again.

The man from before.

Standing next to Yn.

Smiling.

And worse—she was smiling back.

Seokjin saw red.

He had never hated anyone before.

But in that moment, he hated him.

His feet moved on their own, carrying him forward.

"Yn," he called, voice tight.

She turned, surprised. "Jin! You’re here early."

Seokjin barely glanced at the man before pulling Yn closer. His arm wrapped around her waist, his grip firm.

"Let’s go," he said.

Yn blinked but nodded, giving a small smile to the man. "See you later."

See you later.

See you later.

Seokjin gritted his teeth.

The second they got home, Seokjin pulled Yn against him, burying his face in her neck.

Yn laughed softly, carding her fingers through his hair. "What’s gotten into you?"

Seokjin didn’t answer.

He gripped her hips tighter, as if afraid she’d slip through his fingers.

"You don’t hold me like this anymore."

"You don’t need me like before."

"You’re slipping away."

Yn sighed, pulling back to cup his face. "Jin, you know I love you, right?"

"Then why does it feel like I’m losing you?"

Seokjin forced a smile. "Of course."

Yn smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

He kissed her back.

But this time, he didn’t let her pull away.

His lips moved urgently, possessively.

Yn let out a surprised sound, but he didn’t stop.

He needed to remind her.

Needed her to feel it.

Needed to brand himself onto her skin again.

His hands gripped her waist, his mouth trailing lower.

Yn gasped as he kissed along her collarbone, her neck. "Jin—"

But he didn’t stop.

He sucked and bit down, leaving marks.

Dark. Visible.

Possessive.

Yn let out a breathy laugh, tugging at his hair. "You’re acting jealous."

Seokjin smirked against her skin.

"Maybe I am."

Yn rolled her eyes but let him do whatever he wanted.

Just like she used to.

And for the first time in weeks, Seokjin felt at peace.

His kisses lingered further on body, his hands now pulling on her yoga pants. It was overwhelming for yn, they haven't had sex since their fight and she missed this so much.

Her panties were soaked and seokjin started moving her to bedroom. After pulling her panties down he put his one digit in, not really needed lube seeing how much horny yn was.

"You're my wife, Mine!"

Seokjin hurried himself out of his clothes, going down on her. Oh how he loves pleasuring yn. Hearing her break and whimper just by his mouth. Starting by sucking on her clitoris and to licking her folds, seokjin tried to prove that no one can please her better than him. His fingers joining and opening her up. Yn was mess, fuck she was a total mess. Her stomach bubbling with hotness and she knew she was close.

Seokjin however didn't rush - he enjoyed, licking her vagina clean he moved forward. Lubing up his dick, he was ready to insert - until.

"What about condom?"

Seokjin forgot and weirdly didn't want to remember about it. Surely he would pull out and even if he doesn't they were mature to be parents, right?

She could just leave that stupid class and would carry his child, her bump showing proudly but Jin still put on the condom. He can't go against her wishes but he does show his frustration with rough thrusts.

Hitting her on right spots, her hole swallowing him, adjusting his whole length as if it was made for it.

Jin sweet talked throughout the whole sex, he praised which elevated his sweet wife more. And for the first time in while seokjin was at peace.

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Seokjin woke up alone.

His arms reached out instinctively, searching for Yn’s warmth. But the bed was empty. Cold.

His heart sank.

Last night, she had been there—under him, around him, his.

But now…

Seokjin sat up, rubbing his face before his eyes landed on the living room.

There she was.

Sitting on the floor, back straight, eyes closed in deep meditation.

Her lips, the same ones he had kissed raw last night, were slightly parted in a peaceful sigh.

His jaw clenched.

She was slipping away again.

Slowly.

So slowly that if he wasn’t careful, he would lose her completely.

But Seokjin wasn’t going to let that happen.

He had made up his mind.

"Yn."

His voice was soft but firm.

Yn slowly opened her eyes, blinking as she turned to face him. "Jin?"

He smiled, tilting his head. "Come have breakfast with me."

Yn hesitated.

Seokjin never interrupted her meditation.

Her routine had been sacred ever since she started this journey of self-control.

But now, his eyes held something she couldn’t quite place.

Something desperate.

"I just… want to have breakfast with my wife," he added, voice almost pleading.

Yn hesitated again, then nodded slowly.

"Just for today."

"Just this once."

She didn’t know.

She didn’t know what she had just agreed to.

Because Seokjin never planned to let her go back.

It started small.

Little things that Yn didn’t notice at first.

Like how her alarm mysteriously stopped ringing in the mornings.

"Oh, did you forget to set it?" Seokjin would ask, feigning innocence.

Or how, every time she wanted to meditate, he would suddenly need her.

"Can you help me with this?"

"Let’s go for a walk together."

"I made tea for us, come sit with me."

He never forced her.

No, Seokjin was too smart for that.

Instead, he made her choose him.

Made her feel guilty for wanting to spend time alone.

And when she did try to insist on her routine, his face would fall ever so slightly, just enough for her to see.

"I just… miss you, that’s all."

Yn would pause, chew her lip, then sigh.

"Okay, just for today."

Just for today.

But today became tomorrow.

Tomorrow became the next week.

And soon, Yn’s carefully built routine began to crumble.

Just like Seokjin planned.

___

It wasn’t enough.

Seokjin needed to try more.

So he let the jealousy creep back in.

He made her see it. Feel it.

One evening, while they were at a dinner party, he spoke a little too kindly to a female colleague.

He smiled a little too warmly.

And from the corner of his eye, he watched Yn’s fingers curl into fists.

Perfect.

She had been so calm lately. So rational.

But Seokjin didn’t want rational.

He wanted her to burn for him.

So when the woman laughed at his joke and placed a hand on his arm, he didn’t move away immediately.

Yn saw.

And just like that, the fire was back.

Her nails dug into his wrist under the table, a warning. A claim.

And Seokjin nearly smiled.

When they got home, she was seething.

"You enjoyed that, didn’t you?" she accused, arms crossed.

Seokjin blinked, innocent. "What are you talking about?"

Yn stepped closer, eyes blazing. "She was all over you, and you let her."

Seokjin sighed dramatically. "Yn, you know I only love you."

"Then prove it."

She grabbed his collar, yanking him into a bruising kiss.

Seokjin let her.

Let her pull. Let her mark him.

Let her claim him all over again.

His fingers curled into her waist, holding her close as she pressed hickeys into his skin like she owned him.

She did. She always would.

And in that moment, Seokjin knew.

He had won.

___

Yn stopped going to meditation classes.

Not all at once. No, it was gradual.

Slow.

Seokjin made sure of that.

"Come with me to the hospital, I have a long shift, and I miss you."

"Let’s take a trip, just us."

"I don’t want to sleep alone tonight, stay with me."

One by one, her excuses piled up.

And one day, she simply stopped going altogether.

Seokjin held her tighter than ever.

And when she clung back, possessive, needy, desperate—he knew.

His Yn was back.

She thought she had won.

That she had chosen to let go of meditation on her own.

But Seokjin knew better. Every step. Every moment.

His sweet, jealous wife. His obsessive, possessive wife.

His perfect wife.

And she would never even realize.

Seokjin had always been a patient man. It was a necessary trait in his profession—steady hands, steady mind, unwavering control. He knew how to wait. How to watch. How to manipulate the smallest changes in a person’s body to lead them to recovery.

But this wasn’t about healing.

It was about undoing.

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.♡・。.・゜

The hospital was quieter in the mornings, the scent of antiseptic lingering in the air as the early shifts began. Dr. Junho leaned against Seokjin’s desk, arms crossed, his face laced with concern. His eyes flickered toward Seokjin’s sleeve, barely hiding the faint bruises on his wrist—remnants of last night’s possessive grip.

“She’s getting worse, Jin,” Junho muttered, keeping his voice low so no nurses would overhear.

Seokjin merely sighed, adjusting his tie in the reflection of his computer screen. "It's not as bad as it looks."

Junho scoffed. "Jin, people saw what happened last night. The way she held onto you, the way she stormed out. And now—" He gestured toward the bruises. "She’s leaving marks on you. This isn’t normal.”

A pause stretched between them.

“She loves me,” Seokjin finally said, voice calm, unwavering. "That’s all there is to it."

Junho pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling in frustration. "Jin, love shouldn’t be like this. You know that, right?"

But Seokjin only smiled, an expression so gentle, so convincing that anyone else would have believed him. "You don’t understand, Junho. She just… loves me differently."

And that was the end of the conversation. Junho knew pushing further would be pointless—Seokjin always denied it, always dismissed it. With one last wary glance, Junho left, leaving Seokjin alone in his office, staring at his reflection.

A love like theirs wasn’t for others to understand.

---

When Seokjin stepped inside his home that evening, the air felt different. It was warm, charged, filled with something possessive and intoxicating. Yn was in the kitchen, back turned to him, humming softly as she prepared dinner. His heart swelled at the sight.

She turned at the sound of his footsteps, her lips curling into a smirk. "You’re late."

Seokjin simply walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a lingering kiss to her neck. "You missed me?"

Yn huffed but didn’t pull away. "Of course I did. Who else am I supposed to keep in check?"

A chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Of course."

As they sat down for dinner, Yn eyed the faint bruises on his wrist, her fingers tracing them lightly. "I didn't mean to grip you that hard," she muttered.

Seokjin took her hand in his, squeezing gently. "I know, darling!."

She didn’t notice the way his grip lingered, possessive in its own way. She didn’t notice how his eyes darkened ever so slightly as he watched her across the table, how his mind swirled with satisfaction.

Because she was his. And he was hers.

And as long as the world thought he was the victim, no one would ever suspect who the real yandere in their marriage was.

Heya!! Sorry for being lazy in posting the second part 😩

Thanks Y'all for patiently waiting and giving love to this series (mwah mwah), if anyone has any ideas on next part or epilogue do not hesitate to share with me. And do comment if you liked the plot.

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[cextile]

what is your higher self avoiding telling you?

one → two → three REVIEWS ☆ MASTERLIST ☆ FREE READING EVENTS

how to read this pick a pile reading? ♡ the images above are your pick-a-pile options — see which image immediately pulls you in. If nothing stands out right away, take a moment to look at each pile/image. the one your attentions keeps coming back to is likely your pick. if more than one pile calls to you, trust that too. you can read both and take what resonates. and hey, if none of them feel like a match, no big deal. not every reading is meant for right now. come back another time — this reading isn’t going anywhere.

pile one ☆

cards pulled six of pentacles reversed, eight of rods reversed, knight of pentacles reversed, ace of rods halfway, the star reversed

addressing different types in pile 1 take what resonates.

passive. that's the word for most of you guys.

the story I'm getting is that you guys have given up. It's not like you guys are completely hopeless, but you feel things are hopeless. whatever projects you're working on, whatever stuff you're working on, maybe you feel the need to just randomly give up on it?!

maybe you can't see it imagine seeing it through the end, but you have to see it through, ok!?!?!

orr maybe its that you do want to do the things that you have set out to be done, but it's just that you can't move. it's like you're frozen up or you think its just so 'meh' for you to finish your task.

your higher self wants to tell you that circumstances don't mean shit, right?

also they want to tell you to just brace yourself, slowly prepare yourself to look forward on what lies ahead of the road, and just start moving towards that goal. not running, just move, walk till your destination. idc how you do it. but move.

you'll get what you envision for yourself. but move.

on the other hand of this coin, if you're so goddamn desperate to get this done, for this to be finally over, to complete this project, and you're feeling desperate, to get it done anyhow!?! your high self wants to remind you of your boundaries.

you. do. not. lower. your. worth.

do not suck up to people, you will not lower your own self-worth in order to get what you want. what I'm not saying is that you will stop asking people for help. okay, I'm not saying that you guys need to stop asking people to give you an opportunity. what I am saying is that you guys do not need to literally lick someone's shoes and grovel at their feet to get something from them/or manupilate them, alr?

also, my group of people who feel sort of trapped, not in a suffocating life-threatening anxious way but in slightly breathless sort of restrictive sense about the thing in their life. i wanna tell you guys to take baby steps. small small actions you can do. take things one at a time, slowly and steadily, very, very slowly, and try and finish this thing that you're working towards, alright?

also ur higher self is all cold exterior huh. like my grandfather lol, slightly stern, wise and very very caring but just don't radiate all smiles and giggles.

plus the clouds just started rumbling, take it as a sign

pile two ☆

cards pulled three of swords reversed, four of rods reversed, two of swords, king of cups reversed, knight of pentacles

you guys can't just relax into this sense of security, esp with yourself can you? you know the vibe of the people who just stay in a bubble bath and drink wine, yeah? well, you guys are the exact opposite of that lmfao.

your highest self is gently nugding you to remove the needles in your heart. what that means all the kinds of pain that dont allow you to experience your emotions in an aunthetic way, and comes in the way of you living your life to the fullest. you’re not even fully feeling life right now, let alone living it. it’s time to let that go. bit by bit. stitch by stitch. the pain isn’t who you are, and it sure as hell doesn’t get to decide your future.

very specific message for some is that you’ll find your people. thats probably the reason some of your guys feel uneasy, your current group doesn't make you feel good.

also i think this reading is for the socially anxious people lol.

your higher self is very much at peace with herself and optimistic btw i like it. all gentle smiles.

you need to blindly trust yourself and gear yourself up mentally like a soldier heading for war.

actually, just scratch that & shift that perspective.

some of you have been in survival mode for so long that everything starts to feel like a fight to the finish.

what i meant was mental readiness — not this do-or-die tension, not panic, ok? just calm, grounded openness to whatever comes your way. be prepared for the unknown & also allow space for things to unfold without trying to control every outcome.

relaxing into that state of trust might not come easy, ik, but it’s worth working on trust me.

pile three ☆

cards pulled the three of swords, the four of swords reversed, the world reversed and the two of rods

okayy so I really wish you could see how beautifully the cards have turned up. they tell me the story so clearly rn, this is my fav pile <3

i have a condition for you pile 3, if you've been randomly/mindlessly scrolling on tumblr, i want you to stop for a second, take a deep breathe, and be present. i think this is a very deep message that might not strike immediately, so I want you to carefully read & think about it.

you know, there is this concept that has been taught to me as a child.

i wanna gently hold your hand and tell you,

sometimes, the world, संसार as I want to call it, pulls us so deeply into its maze of emotions, distractions & fleeting pleasures, that we start to hurt. It is a pain that permeates out heart & lingers with us emotional wounds for a long time. emotional heartbreaks, fighting with people, all these emotions that make us even less of a human, where is that going to take us when we turn to dust, and cease to exist on this earth?

you might not even realize that you are hurting, so absorbed in the facade of the external world, misguided from your true self. misguided from what makes your inner child happy.

take a moment to step back from the constant pull & push of this world, a chase that often leaves us feeling empty or unsettled. allow yourself to pause, breathe, and reconnect with what truly brings you peace. retreat, take your time to come back stronger, more grounded. also btw, you’re allowed to choose your virtues over chaos.

(chronically online people, this is ur sign to take ur social media detox pls)

so we had the world reversed, the four of swords reversed which shows a knight resting, retrieved from the world, & the three of swords which shows us the pain this world causes us right? now the next card is two of rods, and it shows a person showing a wand ready to use it to set out in the world. in the other hand, there is a pink glowing orb, the embodiment of inner vision. it speaks of self-guidance in the vastness of the outer world, led by the quiet certainty of one's inner light. it tells me navigate the outer world, yes—but let your soul be the compass.

also it's golden hour and the sun is shining so beautifully. this is immaculate because the sun’s presence showing that warmth, clarity, and renewal are always available to us.

come home to yourself.

that's it for this reading.

did my reading help?

with love,

Ananya ♡

[concretejunglefm]

The way you bend, the way you break.

Summary: Your best friend, Noah, has harbored a deep and obsessive crush on you for a long time. Driven by his intense jealousy, he reaches dangerous extremes to finally claim you as his own.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

THIS IS A FIC CONTAINS DARK THEMES PLEASE CHECK TRIGGER WARNINGS.

CW: smut including unprotected sex (p in v), ghostface, mask kink, boot riding, obsessive bestfriend!noah, stalking themes, yandere themes, manupilation, coercion, blackmail, dubcon, threats of violence, knife play (reader on receiving end), blood play (readers), degrading dirty talk, dacryphilia, breeding kink if you squint, hair pulling, pussy slapping

Names: Princess, bitch, (little) slut, little rabbit, baby, pretty thing,

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“What’s your favorite scary movie, princess?” An enigmatic, almost mechanical voice purrs through the receiver.

“So original,” you retort, rolling your eyes. “You can stop playing games, Noah.” The idea of your best friend playing games like these with you, just to tease you, wouldn’t come as a surprise.

“Wrong, it’s not Noah,” the voice corrects you, dismissing your assumption, and your heart drops.

“Look, asshole, whatever game you’re playing, I’m not interested, okay?” You huff, hanging up and choosing to ignore the strange sensation of being watched that begins to creep in.

A moment later, your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number. Attached to the message is a video. You pause for a moment, contemplating whether to press play on the thumbnail, which features a frame of your face. You could choose to delete the message, pretend you didn’t see it, or even block the number. However, curiosity overpowers you, and you decide to press play.

The video you’re watching features you and your ex. What you’re seeing is something you had presumed to be long erased from the existence of any phone belonging to either of you. Then again, you also know better than to assume anything could be permanently erased from the internet in this modern era.

In the frame, you’re on all fours and facing the camera, while your ex, out of frame—lucky bastard, is pounding into you. Every sound from you is almost as exaggerated as the way your eyes roll back and your tongue hangs freely, playing up for the camera—and for him.

When you close the video, another text appears.

Unknown: Hang up on me again, and this video will be sent to everyone you know.

Your chest tightens, and your mind races with panic and dread. As you try to message your best friend with trembling fingers, an incoming call interrupts you, preventing you from reaching out for help.

“What do you want?” you manage to say, trying to keep your voice steady, though it falters slightly. Fear creeps in, and you can’t help but notice the amusement in the strangers’ mechanical voice.

“You might want to use your manners, unless you want everyone to discover your little home movie.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of anyone else seeing that video. The fact that a stranger already has it in their possession sends a sense of dread through you, accompanied by another strange feeling.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?” He poses it as a question, but the cold, unsettling tone of the stranger on the other end suggests it’s more of a command.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat and find your voice as you respond, “Yes.”

“That’s good, or you’ll end up starring in a snuff film for your next movie.”

“Oh god…” the words escape your lips, a choked sob rising within your throat.

There’s a ringing in your ears, and you take a step back. Your eyes dart around the open living room, looking towards the front door. But it’s as if the stranger can sense your thoughts, because his voice interrupts your train of thought.

“Don’t even consider running. We’re going to play a little game called hot and cold.”

“I-please…” A soft plea escapes your lips, followed by a choked sob. Fear has frozen you in your tracks, fear and something else, a subtle thrill that creeps into your mind, suggesting that you might be enjoying this.

Surely not?

The stranger completely disregards your plea for freedom, continuing to explain the rules of his game. “If you manage to find me, then maybe I’ll grant you your wish and leave you be.”

There was something about that “maybe” that you didn’t entirely trust. It hinted at the possibility that he had no intention of letting you go once he had you in his grasp.

Slowly, you begin to walk yourself through the house, one ear attentively listening to your surroundings while keeping the phone firmly pressed to your other ear, listening to him call out the varying degrees of how hot and cold you were.

You’re on the verge of giving up, ready to confront him and call him out on his bluff. He’s not here; he’s been playing you, making you believe he is. But just as you’re about to make your move, a rustling behind you catches your attention. As you turn, you’re met with a towering figure standing above you. He’s dressed in an all-black ensemble and wears a ghostface mask.

“Surprise, princess!” he announces, raising the blade in his hand. As you try to pass him, he swiftly scoops you up with his free arm, capturing you in a tight embrace and pulling your back flush against his front.

“Tsk tsk, sweet little rabbit, where do you think you’re headed? Don’t you want to play?” He smirks beneath the mask, and you hear the sly grin seeping into his voice.

When you feel the cool metal blade against your cheek, you softly whimper, “Please…” desperately hoping to somehow escape this or at least beg this stranger to release you unharmed.

“Please,” he repeats your word back to you, his tone mocking. Before asking, his voice laced with a menacing undertone, “Are you scared, princess?”

He gently caresses the skin of your cheek with the flat side of the knife, causing your heart to quicken in your chest as it trails down your throat. You yearn to say yes, but you can’t bring yourself to admit your fear to him, especially not when you can already sense the intensity of his arousal pressing against your ass.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” he whispers, his mask tipping up slightly to reveal his lips. With a gentle yet firm touch, he presses rough, lingering kisses along your throat, making his first move in asserting his claim over you.

You wish for your body not to betray you as it currently is, feeling the heat rising in your stomach, which gradually spreads throughout. Your thighs press together in your pajama shorts, the fabric giving little cover.

Your mind reels from his words as you suddenly realize that this could be someone you know or someone who knows you, at the very least.

“Aww, listen to you whimper. Are your legs shaking too?” He teases, and you realize just how unsteady you are on your feet. His arm is the only thing keeping you firmly in place, as his twitching arousal rubs against you, and his hips rut in a way that provides him with a semblance of relief, even though he’s already fantasizing about how you’d feel wrapped around him.

You hadn’t even realized you were whimpering until he pointed it out. Now, you could barely silence yourself, only soft pleas falling between the quiet sounds. But you no longer knew what exactly you were pleading for—to be let go, to have something more. Especially now that a growing ache was forming between your thighs.

“I bet if I reach down, you’ll be soaked.” You shake your head in denial, but deep down, you know he’s right. No matter how hard you try to pull away or squirm against him, his hand won’t stop descending into the front of your shorts. His gloved fingers glide over the fabric of your lace panties, sending shivers down your spine.

He doesn’t stop there; instead, he pushes aside the fabric and presses a finger between your folds, applying a pressure you didn’t realize you needed to your clit. The pressure makes your hips buck, and instead of a whimper, a needy whine escapes your throat. His dark chuckle in response washes over you, and you feel a wave of shame for genuinely enjoying this.

The delightful sensation of his leather glove is so pleasurable that when he starts withdrawing his hand, it makes you whine, your hips instinctively moving to follow him.

“Look at you, you enjoy this, don’t you? Desperate slut.” His words are confirmed when he raises his hand, reveling in the wetness that coats his gloved fingers. To your surprise, he pushes them into your mouth, making you clean them off with a low growl of an order against your ear.

Beneath the mask he reveals in the sight of you and continues his mocking as he glides the blade of the knife along the front of your sleep shirt, just scraping the fabric. “Mm, you’re making this too easy. I had anticipated a fight. But no, you’re just a twitching mess.”

You despise yourself for loving it so much, for the gentle sounds emanating around his fingers and the way your cunt throbs with need, your arousal intensifying with his degrading words.

“Now, it’s time for some real fun.” He delights, pressing the tip of the blade against the fabric of your shirt. He twists it slightly before pulling it to tear, slicing it all the way up until the fabric is reduced to two hanging pieces at your chest. You gasp, feeling the cool air against your hardened nipples as he spreads the fabric further apart, intensifying your arousal.

Before you have a chance to comprehend what’s happening, he starts dragging you backward down the hallway and towards your bedroom.

When you reached the bedroom, he ordered you to strip completely. Now, he has your hands tied behind your back while you rub your soaking, wet cunt against the thick, black leather of his boot.

You want so intensely to hate this, to vehemently protest against him, yet every sound you make, every desperate shift of your hips, contradicts those thoughts.

Honestly, you’re enjoying this more than you’d ever dare admit.

“I knew you’d be a good little slut, just like you are in that video.” The mention of the video from him sends a wave of embarrassment across your already flushed skin, causing your eyes to dart away from him before he suddenly grabs your chin with a harsh grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Look at you, you’re gasping like a whimpering, bitch in heat. What’s got you so worked up? Is it me or the knife?”

From the corner of your eye, you catch the glint of silver from the blade, the one he’s been taunting you with. He traces it over your collarbone and throat, but not with enough force to cause any damage. The weight of it emphasizes the threat behind his words each time he promises to ‘slit your pretty little throat’ if you don’t follow his instructions. It’s what led you into this position, yet you find yourself desperate and needy, pleading for him to let you cum and even give you more because you’re aware of how far gone you are.

“Are you going to cum all over my boot like a good little slut?” he teases, and when you try to look away once more, you feel the unforgiving grip of his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back as he compels you to gaze upon him. “Do you need a reminder about not answering me, princess?”

You gasp when you feel the sharp, cutting sensation of the blade against your skin, at your collarbone. This time he’s applied enough pressure to create a small cut, a pool of blood forming. As he lifts the blade to show you the blood, he offers it towards your mouth.

“Lick it,” he commands, and you obey, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and lust. You watch him, fixated on the mask, as you roll your tongue over the flat edge of the blade. The warm metallic taste of your blood coats your tongue.

A moment later, he advances just enough to tilt his mask and press his lips against yours in a passionate exchange. His tongue forcefully enters your mouth, stealing and sharing the lingering taste of your blood, and you moan into his mouth in response. The taste of him is both familiar and electrifying, reminiscent of sweet watermelon halls.

When he breaks away, the mask is swiftly pulled back into place, thwarting any chance of catching a glimpse of your tormentor, but that concern becomes pushed aside when your mind grows clouded by the tight coil forming in your stomach as you careen closer to your climax. You almost don’t want to reach it, fearing the consequences of its end, yet also it being an acknowledgement of your enjoyment and present desire.

There’s no escaping the moment you start to crumble before him, not when you’re trembling and your moans are intensifying in volume.

“Come on, pretty little thing. Give me what I want. Make a mess for me.” He murmurs his encouragement, his eyes fixed on you behind the mask, locked onto the way your hips buck and you desperately grind against his boot, coating it with your arousal. He can sense that you’re restraining yourself and his fingers in your hair tug harshly, drawing your attention to him. “There’s no shame in it. No one’s watching except me. So cum for me, baby.”

It’s as if, on command, you follow his words and let go, feeling your body quiver as your release surges through you with a roaring heat, strained whimpers escaping your lips. You quickly feel yourself growing limp, your body exhausted as the adrenaline wears off, but you know that he hasn’t finished with you yet.

It’s as if you’re a doll, and he’s treating you like one, placing you on the bed and positioning you just the way he desires. You willingly submit, no longer resisting now because you don’t want to. You want this. Even after your recent orgasm, you feel yourself tightening around nothing, the overwhelming desire to be filled consuming you, and you’re certain that’s precisely what he’s going to do.

“Keep your legs spread wide for me, princess.” He says, pushing you down against the mattress as he shifts behind you. When you try to look up, you spot the mirror facing the bed and glance at your reflection. What a mess you are spread out for him—your ass pulled up and presented while your upper half is pressed to the mattress. In that moment, you realize he’s mimicking the position you were in, in the video.

“Please…” you whine, a gasp escaping your lips as you feel his gloved fingers gently stroke your wet folds.

“Hush, you’ll get exactly what we both know you want.” With his other hand, he strokes his cock, positioning himself behind you. His eyes scan your exposed body, taking in the way you tremble under his touch. “Oh, you’re soaking.”

Another whine escapes your lips, and you instinctively try to conceal your face with the flush of embarrassment. However, his gloved hand forcefully slaps between your thighs, right against your clit, causing you to yelp and lift your head.

“No hiding. I want to see you,” he warns, and your eyes dart to the mirror, where you catch a glimpse of his head turned. He’s watching you, and he wants to watch you while he’s fucking you. That sick bastard, you think, but perhaps you’re the sick one because you feel a strange thrill coursing through your body, your clit throbbing with anticipation at the thought of what's to come.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs softly beneath his breath. As you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, your hips shift, trying to push back against him and you feel his harsh grip holding you firmly in place. “God, you’re such a desperate little slut,” he taunts, chuckling darkly.

The tip of him feels so big against you, yet you crave more, yearning for him to fill you up, despite the pain it’s already causing to feel him pressing into you.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he forcefully slides you, your walls stretching around him, struggling to accommodate him. A tear escapes and rolls down your cheek from the immense pressure he brings as he slides into you until he’s deeply buried, asserting his claim on you.

“God, you should see how well your pretty pussy is taking my cock.” He growls, gripping your hip firmly with one hand and the back of your neck with the other, pinning you down. He starts thrusting into you, his pace quickening with each stroke inside your tight walls.

The intense movement of his hips makes you cry out, sobs bubbling up your throat from the overwhelming pleasure as you feel him pounding deep into your stomach. “Please…” you choke out once more, unable to find any coherent words.

Did it hurt? Did it feel too good? Was it a delicious combination of both? Regardless, it already felt like too much for you to handle, and your fingers curl into your hands, still tied behind your back. It only makes it easier for him to grip onto you, forcing your entire body down onto the mattress as he slammed his hips against your ass.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groans, and you whimper, your body trembling from the intensity of another climax building within you. You can’t stop the tears that continue to fall; your sobs slip out between your moans, something he’s quick to notice. “That’s it, baby—keep crying for me. I want to feel those beautiful sobs as you come undone.”

That’s precisely what he experiences when you squeeze around him every time another sob rises in your throat, his cock throbbing within you. However, it’s just as he teeters over the edge that you follow, feeling him thrust himself deep into you as his cock twitches with the release of his warm cum, filling you—completely claiming you as his.

No amount of protest could have stopped him, especially since he never gave you any warning. Despite your whining and attempts to throw him off somehow, you’re pinned beneath him as he leans over you, caging your smaller frame beneath him. “Just take it,” he growls, making you feel even smaller as you tremble, unable to deny the way your own body falls apart with the knowledge that he’s cum inside you, filling you deeply, feeling the bulge of him in your stomach.

He remains buried inside you, twitching and throbbing as you squeeze him, as if holding him there, unwilling to let him go.

Neither of you moves, frozen in this moment. There’s a part of you that secretly doesn’t want to.

For a fleeting moment, your eyelids flutter, and your body succumbs to exhaustion. However, you’re jolted to your senses when you notice him raising his hand to remove his mask.

In the mirror opposite, you’re greeted by a familiar face that makes your stomach flip and your eyes widen. “Noah…” you breathe out, and he leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers,

“Surprise, princess.”

[dumdogs]

BLOODLUST ⭑.ᐟ MIYA ATSUMU

introductions - here, here, barmaid!

the here, here, barmaid! gc:

yn, kiyoko, makki, and matsukawa all work at the bar called 'the corner,' and have been working there for years

yn has been working there since she graduated high school years ago and knows every little thing about that bar it's like her second home

her first home is a shitty apartment with kiyoko - they keep talking about moving when they have more money but the problem is they never have more money

despite being promoted to manager like a few months back matsukawa has been working there for the least amount of time

and it was around the time that matsukawa was promoted that he and yn started hooking up; they have a months long situationship that neither one of them has ever talked about

and neither one of them want to talk about so they probably won't ever

makki has been fired a few times before he keeps coming back but really no one knows how

he and matsukawa are roommates - makki got matsukawa the job at the corner

the gc started because makki decided he needed a gc of his favorite coworkers to talk shit abt everyone else who works there

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[eggyrocks]

ENCOUNTERS

01 chapter one: roommates?

extras!

500 days of summer is yn’s breakup movie she’s watched it like three times a day every day

kageyama is being a hater because he hasn’t gotten used to yn yet and he really like things in a particular way

but he’s almost gotten used to the crying

yn is NOT over her break up with kuroo yet she spends a lot of time crying on the phone to atsumu over it or ranting to suna or kageyama whenever she corners one of them

she’s been staying in akaashi’s old room while she’s staying there

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[ohgodthevoices]

Rule 27– a dealer! Suna x reader

: ̗̀➛ cw : drugs , smoking , alcohol , angst , toxic but addictive, bad influence , addictions

: ̗̀➛ tags : f!reader , college au , corruption arc , smau/written fic , not proof-read , mix of actual story and funsies

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a/n : ik it's short but y'all get what yall get

[444mera]

[chronically online] 02. boiler room ☆

NISSAN ALTIMA - DOECHII

the place is hot and damp.

after carrying the heavy baggage of assignment after assignment, the party's a breath of fresh air; despite the suffocating bodies of sweaty college kids. walking through the crowd, all the tension in your body relaxes, and you feel a cool hand on your back.

"y/n! you actually made it!" the voice beams at you. it's hard to hear clearly over the music swelling in your ears, so you turn your body to get a better look at the person greeting you.

it was bokuto, the sweetest man you've ever met. you've been friends with him since freshman year, which wasn't surprising since he got along with practically everyone. despite this, your friendship was special to both of you. meeting on the first day of college eased your nerves, given how tense you were. how couldn't you be? it was the first day, you knew basically no one.

catching yourself drifting into thought, you shift your attention back to him. you realize it's been a few seconds after he said something. your eyes meet his.

"hi kou," you smile warmly at him. you're trying your best to sound like yourself right now. you haven't been to a party in months and while the atmosphere is flashy and fun, you're still a bit on edge.

he notices something's off, making a face akin to when you would quiz him during your study sessions. he gently grabs your hand. "come with me! i was just with saeko in the garage, her and the volleyball team are playing pool!"

as your lips part to reply to him, saeko suddenly appears in front of you both now. she's out of breath. "saeko, what's going on?" bokuto asked, brows slightly wrinkling. he's worried. shit, you are too.

"not now, bo," she replies. she looks at you like you could save her life right now. bokuto stares dumbfoundedly.

"y/n! come with me please, i need a favor. we'll talk later, bo!" saeko passively says goodbye to him as she grabs your hand and leads you away.

"do you know how to dj?" she yells over the music.

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☆ mera's mail ! HAIII we're sooo back. just a short (?) one for now, y'know, to get back into the groove of things. happy new year yall! i said i'd get back to this during christmas break, and it's still my break so mission #Accomplished .. also i'm trying out new stuff for this smau i.e. adding songs to chapters

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