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berfgrimm · 20 days ago

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power hungry animals :: choi su-bong x reader

pairing: choi su-bong (thanos) x f!reader

warnings: drug use, swearing, death/violence, dirty talking, groping, angst, fluff, and i think that’s it?

note: this was a request and i hope it is what you’re looking for. it’s just shy of 9k words, which I haven’t done in a very long time. i truly appreciate you requesting this and helping me shake more of the cobwebs off of my brain. thank you all for reading and requesting and being so incredibly nice. enjoy!

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You know Su-bong won’t be happy when he sees you. That beautiful, bright smile of his has long been absent from most of your interactions since the crypto catastrophe. But in this moment? Trapped in a seemingly endless building with more strangers than you can count, prepared to compete for money? You venture to guess that his reaction won’t be a positive one.

In all fairness, you didn’t know that he had joined this game as well. You’d overheard someone at a train station talking about the game, and the idea popped in your head — Su-bong always does everything he can for you, maybe you could return the favor for him. How were you supposed to know that he would have the exact same plan in mind?

You first spot him when he is at the head of the group, complaining loudly about his limited edition shoes. It’s the most on-brand you’ve seen him, and you have to stifle a laugh as you listen to him whine. Part of you wants to approach him and tease him about his inflated ego, but you don’t know that you’re quite prepared for the conversation that will follow yet.

The guards in pink explain that the group will need to sign consent forms to play the games. It seems odd given the kind of games you expect to play, yet you brush off your concerns. You fall into line but slowly push your way through the crowd to get closer to Su-bong. You figure the best way to get his attention is casually, as if you didn’t see him first, so you keep your distance for a while to work on your surprised reaction.

You remain as aloof as you can, knowing that he’s only a few people away from you at this point and he’ll likely notice you any minute. Sure enough, you hear him call your name. You scrunch your face in confusion, as if to say ‘who would be calling my name in a place like this?’. Looking around at everything in the room before you land on him, you widen your eyes in surprise, feigning shock.

“Su-bong?” you ask, hoping you sound believably shocked to see him. He pushes his way through the crowd to get to you, his face between a scowl and confusion. “What are you doing here?” you ask, innocently.

“I’m here to get back the money I lost,” he says. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to help,” you say, your confidence faltering as you notice that people are beginning to stare. “I didn’t know you’d be here, too. I was going to win it to surprise you.”

“What, you don’t think I could earn back the money myself?” he asks, incredulously. “You think I’m some sort of idiot who can’t take care of myself?”

“Su-bong, I never said that,” you reply, voice firm but speaking quieter in an effort to get him to lower his voice as well. “I wanted to help, like I said.”

“I didn’t ask for your help!” he snaps. “I’m not a child. I’ll fix my own problems. You’re not signing that form.”

“Yes, I am,” you say, with a chuckle.

“No, you aren’t,” he says, his tone firm. He doesn’t normally use such a demanding voice with you unless he’s looking to be more playful. You feel a small flutter in your stomach and you blush slightly, lowering your gaze to compose yourself before you respond.

“How do you plan to stop me?” you answer, looking into his eyes again. You’re surprised to see an amused look on his face when you first lock eyes with him, but it quickly fades into frustration at your words. He lets out a huff, and you half expect him to stomp his foot in childish protest, but instead he curses under his breath and turns away from you.

As you watch him storm away, back to his line, you drop your shoulders. Out of all of the ways you could have imagined that conversation going, that one never would have crossed your mind. You quickly glance at the others around you, finding their eyes still on you. It brings a flush of embarrassment to your cheeks that they overheard the conversation that you had with your boyfriend, so you drop your gaze to the ground and await your turn to sign your form.

You know that he’s irritated. You can hear him griping about the streamer that ‘tricked him’ into his crypto investment, along with all of the empty threats of retribution. Of course the streamer in question is also here which confirms what you heard about him losing his money along with everyone else who invested in the doomed cryptocurrency. You have to turn away as you hear him confront the streamer, Myung-gi, knowing that even though he’s amped up, he won’t do anything too crazy. Still, you don’t want to watch.

The guards usher the group out of the dorm and down a hallway into a pastel maze that appears to stretch on forever. You follow along with the crowd, hearing Su-bong somewhere nearby, chatting obnoxiously with one of his new friends. You’re quickly brought to an open area where the group is directed to break off into smaller bunches, and file in to have their pictures taken. You note where Su-bong is, and choose the line that is beside his, still trying to keep your attention on him. By this point, he’s being flocked by a dozen people calling out his stage name, practically prepared to bow to him.

As much as you try to ignore the conversation, you can’t help but overhear them beg for selfies. You watch them pile into the photo booth with him to be photographed, and it makes you roll your eyes. Much to your surprise, Su-bong spares you a fleeting, displeased look before he scans the crowd as if in search of someone in particular.

“Hey!” he calls out to someone. You follow his gaze to see the woman he’s speaking to; a girl you’d overheard complaining about the style of clothing they’d forced you all to wear. “I don’t mind having another person,” he continues. “Come on.” He gestures for her to join the group but she brushes him off, which causes you to laugh. Su-bong is unbothered until he looks at your amusement at the situation, which causes another scowl to spread over his face.

The guards hurry the fawning spectators away from Su-bong, explaining that they’ll need to take individual pictures, so you quickly tune out, focusing on your line. You wait your turn to get your photo taken, before following the group through the maze. The walk drags on for longer than you expect, and the duration of the journey is filled with the sounds of Su-bong — well Thanos now — chatting furiously with his friend, player 124. Having a hype-man like this always exacerbates things, sending him spiraling into Thanos territory.

Walking into the playground-esque field, you keep some distance from Su-bong, not wanting another interaction like before. However, you still search for him in the crowd, spotting him slinking up behind the woman from earlier, a smug grin gracing his lips. You don’t immediately realize that you’re frowning as you watch him continue to flirt, a twisting in the pit of your stomach making it impossible to look away. You hate when he gets like this.

There exists two versions of your boyfriend, and one of them is tied to his stage persona. You didn’t enjoy when that version would show itself, though generally it didn’t involve him openly hitting on other women in front of you. He saves this version for the fans to boost the image, and he never lets the full ego bleed over into your personal lives.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you let out a sigh, watching the woman rebuff his advances even as he tries his best to freestyle for her. That’s generally something he saves for you — spitting verses about whatever menial task you’re doing or about how he loves to look at you. He loved to do it to make you laugh, or other times to make you blush. This is how you know that he’s doing this to upset you; at least you can take solace in the fact that she’s not falling for it.

It doesn’t work on everybody, you think with a shrug.

You notice everyone’s attention focusing at the far end of the yard, so you look as well, finding an enormous statue of a girl staring down the group. It was unnerving to say the least, but still, you wander into the yard to find out what is in store. As you wait, you spare another glance towards Su-bong to find him still chatting to the girl from before. You’re tempted to storm over to him and give him a piece of your mind, but before you’re able to, a man pushes his way to the front for the group and shouts for attention.

The man appears frantic, ranting about how people are going to get killed if they play the games. You look around, gauging if anyone believes him — the room appears mixed, some people showing signs of fear but others brushing off his warning. His words make you feel anxious, whether they’re true or not, and briefly you wish you were nearer to Su-bong so you could feel calmer, but you have to remind yourself that you’re still annoyed with him.

Once the game starts, everyone heeds the words of the man in front of them, staying perfectly still during each call of ‘red light’. You try to take yourself out of the moment, worried that if you focus too much, you’ll start to tremble. The booming voice of the man, player 456, echoes, making sure everyone follows orders exactly.

Suddenly, a pop rings through the air, reverberating off of the walls. You’re tempted to look to the sound, but you opt to stay still instead, focused on winning. Silence is still surrounding you, until the screaming begins, and a round of pops echo through the air. Are those gunshots?

On the ‘green light’, you glance in the direction of all the noise and see several bodies on the ground, specifically the woman Su-bong had been flirting with. Your boyfriend stands surrounded by bodies, fumbling with the cross he loves to keep his pills in. He makes eye contact with you, and you can see the panic in his eyes even across the yard. You take a few frantic steps in his direction, prepared to run towards him, but the call of ‘red light’ stops you both.

The time between the call of ‘red light’ and ‘green light’ feels like it stretches on for eternity. You and Su-bong stare at each other across the sea of people, desperate to reach one another. As soon as you’re able to move, you sprint towards him, not caring about running into other people on the way.

When you’re about to reach him, mere feet away, you skid to a halt at the call of ‘red light’. Su-bong is frozen with his arms outstretched towards you, waiting for the next call to move. In his eyes, you see a dozen different emotions. You have been with him long enough to read every single one of them clearly, especially the look of apology that you hope he knows you accept.

Finally, you’re able to move and you all but collapse into Su-bong’s arms, holding him firmly to you. He turns his back to the statue at the end of the yard, keeping you in front of him with your face pressed to his chest. Just in time for the call of ‘red light’.

“Stay close,” he mutters, voice shaking. “Do not lose sight of me. If we hold hands, it might slow us down.”

“Mhm,” you agree, feeling him trembling in your arms. “You didn’t take one of those pills, did you?” His lack of response tells you everything you need to know: he’ll be out of his mind within a few minutes.

“Just stay close,” he repeats.

The next several minutes seem to drag on forever. You follow the instructions of player 456, falling into lines with other people to stay undetected. You remain directly behind Su-bong as best as you can, but he seems to forget that you’re meant to be following him. He moves fast and even leaps in the air, as if overjoyed with his experience. You blame the pills.

When you’re frozen during one call, you swear you see Su-bong shove the person in front of him, sending them tumbling into two others before they all fall to the ground. You tense up as gunshots ring out, and blood splatters over your pants and shoes. Thankfully, the finish line is in sight, and it only takes one more call of ‘green light’ to have you and Su-bong crossing together.

He pulls you close to hug you, but the hug feels odd. He doesn’t hug you as though you’ve both just been through a life threatening situation together. He doesn’t hug you as though people are still actively being murdered in front of you. He hugs you like you won a team trivia contest, like you were friends on a night out. At that moment, it’s just a game to him. Those fucking pills.

Once the game ends and you’re all escorted back to the dormitory, everyone sits in silence, traumatized. Somewhere in the trek back to the dorm, you lost track of Su-bong but you find his purple hair quickly in the crowd, where he sits with player 124, both of them chatting quietly to one another.

A buzz rings from the speakers, light being restored and the doors open to reveal the guards entering. The main guard from earlier in the day, with a square printed on his mask, explains that ninety-one people were ‘eliminated’ in the first game. Your stomach lurches at the thought, and you have to fight not to vomit. Closing your eyes, you hear an older woman begin to plead with the guards to spare her life, and she is quickly joined by a symphony of other voices begging for the same.

Until player 456 steps forward to demand a vote. The guards oblige but not before revealing the total amount earned from the first game. The others quickly become entranced by the glow of the piggy bank, watching the money continue to fall until the total is revealed — everyone would get twenty-four million each. It’s not a small number by any means, but it barely puts a dent in the staggering 1.9 billion won debt that Su-bong has. You sigh, burying your face in your hands; this game was for nothing.

The vote begins and you wait for your number to be called, knowing that you will be up to vote before Su-bong. With your eyes trained on your feet, you focus on the blood splatter on your shoe that you want so desperately to disappear. There's no reason for you to press the ‘O’. You’d rather be at home with Su-bong, cuddling on the sofa, watching television. Drowning in debt, but in love.

Su-bong has not spoken to you since the game ended. Part of you wants to take it personally that he abandoned you after the game but the other part wants to fight him in the middle of the room for everyone to see. You stand in a crowd of strangers feeling more alone than you have in a long time. But as if he reads your thoughts, Su-bong finally comes bounding through the crowd towards you.

“There you are!” he exclaims, placing his free hand on your shoulder. “I thought I lost you out there.” You shove him away from you and watch the numbers change on the screen above the voting podium. “What’s wrong, babe?” he inquires, cocking his head to the side to get your attention.

“I can’t stand you when you’re on this shit,” you mutter, avoiding eye contact with him. “This is serious and you’re acting like it’s a a fucking joke.”

“It’s a children’s game!” he laughs. You roll your eyes in response, forcing yourself through the crowd to get away from Su-bong, desperate to avoid more conversation, but he follows behind you. “How are you going to vote?” he asks quietly, slipping behind you.

“Are you kidding me?” you ask, glaring at him over your shoulder. “I’m voting to leave. This is insanity.” Su-bong looks confused, so you continue. “I’d hope that even with that stupid pill in your system,” you begin. “You’d have enough sense in your head to realize that we’re in danger.”

“What’s life without danger?” he laughs.

“I can’t handle this right now,” you sigh. “Please leave me alone, Thanos.”

You know you shouldn’t have said it. You never called him that, you swore you wouldn’t. The same way he swore he would never be that guy towards you, the egomaniacal, vapid, smug Thanos. Sure, there are times where the residual effects of his alter-ego turns him into a possessive and sometimes dominant version of himself, and as much as you are embarrassed to admit it, you really enjoy it. But that is something generally done in the privacy of your own home, meant for fun. Not this. You immediately want to take back the name-calling, but you both know he pushed too far.

“Okay,” he replies, softly, moving back through the crowd to join player 124 again.

The numbers on both sides continue to rack up until your number is called. You lift your head and catch everyone’s eyes on you, waiting for you to cast your vote. The crowd splits so you can make your way through, and you hear Su-bong whisper your name sharply, trying to get your attention. Instead of looking, you ignore him, walking directly to the podium at the front of the room.

You stare down at the buttons, your mind set on pressing the ‘X’, yet you still find it hard to bring yourself to do it. You want to see your boyfriend happy again, but you know that even with your winnings combined, you won’t have enough to pay his debt. Still, you don’t want to watch him be murdered in the name of financial gain.

As your hand presses down on the red ‘X’, a buzz echoes through the room and a red light illuminates your face. There’s a murmur through the crowd that you ignore, accepting the velcro ‘X’ to affix to your jacket. You don’t bother looking at Su-bong as you join your group of voters, knowing there will be nothing to say to him.

Only a handful of other people vote before Su-bong, who is nearly giddy when he stomps forward to slam his hand onto the blue ‘O’ without hesitation. You drop your head, gaze on the floor as you struggle not to break down into tears. In the back of your mind, you know you can hear player 456 going into another tirade, but you’re unable to focus on what he says.

Until you hear Su-bong’s voice once again cut through the noise, you didn’t realize an argument had broken out between the groups. Su-bong breezes past you, heading straight for player 456.

“If you really won, that’s better for us,” he says. “You can give us tips on how to beat the games.” You sigh, closing your eyes, feeling as though you’re on the verge of blacking out from how overwhelming and surreal this moment is. You crouch down to the ground, clenching your head between your hands, trying desperately to keep your composure as the crowd starts to cheer.

We’re going to die here, you think.

———————

Dejected and scared, you stare in disbelief at the numbers on the board. You’re trapped here for another game by one vote. If your boyfriend had stuck with you and realized how dangerous this game was, you would be on your way home in no time, almost fifty million won richer.

Your legs feel as though they’re made of concrete, dragging along with your tired body as you wait in line to receive food. Just as you you have your food and get settled on your bed to eat, a scuffle breaks out nearby. You look up just in time to see Su-bong land a punch across Myung-gi’s face, then stomp on him while he’s on the ground. You jump to your feet, leaving your food on the bed as you start to walk closer. Suddenly, player 001 interrupts to stop the fight, and you feel a moment of gratitude to the man who is also responsible for you still being in this game. That is until the man grabs Su-bong by the throat.

Player 124 rushes to help but is quickly thwarted by 001. The rage is once again on Su-bong when 001 delivers several punches, before rendering him to the group by wrenching his arm. You clamber down the steps to head over quickly, when you notice Su-bong still on the ground with 001 above him, holding him by his throat and fist cocked back, prepared to punch.

“Hey!” you exclaim, dashing over to break it up. “He said he’s sorry! Let him go!”

You shove at 001’s shoulders, desperate to get him away from Su-bong before he causes irreversible damage. When the other man peers up, gauging the pleading look you give him, he releases your boyfriend and stands upright again. You ignore the claps and cheers from the other players, opting to crouch at Su-bong’s side to check on him.

“Are you okay?” you ask, softly, attempting to cup his jaw to tilt his head towards you. However, he pushes you away, albeit somewhat gentle, and he scrambles to his feet to return to his bunk. You can only sigh, knowing that he is likely embarrassed over the altercation, so you return to your bed to get your food, before you decide to offer the olive branch.

When you reach Su-bong’s bed, you glance around to get a good view of how secluded it was. You momentarily search for a small joke to make to cut through the palpable tension, but you brush off the idea when you see him avoiding eye contact with you.

“Did you eat?” you ask, taking a step closer to his bed. “It’s not as good as your mom’s food, but it’s okay.” With a frown still on his face, he spares you a glance before he shrugs in response. “You’re actually going to be mad at me right now?” you pushed. “You? The one who flirted with a girl just to get back at me for trying to help you?”

“I wasn’t—”

“You voted to stay, Su-bong.”

“I thought I was ‘Thanos’,” he retorts with a sarcastic tone, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

“You’ve certainly been acting like it,” you answer. He scoffs, rolling his eyes, shifting his weight so he can turn his attention away from you.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” Su-bong mutters.

“You shouldn’t have, either.”

“It doesn’t matter about me,” he dismisses. You narrow your eyes and tilt your head to try to catch his gaze but he avoids it. You toss your remaining food items on the bed and move to crouch down in front of him. The scowl that he tries to maintain falters into something more forlorn, but he still refuses to lock eyes with yours. Your heart sinks as you begin to realize what he means.

“You matter a lot to me,” you whisper. “More than anyone or anything else, as a matter of fact.” He shrugs, so you keep going. “You always think it’s you against the world, especially since this crypto bullshit happened,” you continue, placing your hands on his thighs to lean in closer. “It’s me and you, Su-bong. Your problems are my problems. I’m not here because I think you can’t solve your own problems. I’m here because I love you and I would do anything for you. And this is my problem too.”

Finally, Su-bong looks at you; his appearance manages to be distraught and enamored simultaneously, causing your heart to skip a beat. One of his hands cups your cheek and pulls you towards him, pressing his forehead to yours. Both of you stay silent for a few moments until you finally have to speak.

“You have blood on your face,” you whisper. “I think it’s that girl’s.”

“I’d rather have you on my face,” he teases. You shove him away from you, stifling a laugh while also feeling yourself blush at his innuendo.

“That’s not funny, Su-bong,” you say, firmly, struggling to keep the smirk off of your face. You reach towards the end of the bed, grabbing your bottle of water and twisting the cap off.

“Why’d you laugh at it, then?” he asks, watching you pour a small amount of water onto the end of his jacket to use it to wipe his face. “You think I’m funny.”

“I think you’re annoying,” you reply, raising your eyebrows with a chuckle as you finish cleaning his face.

“You think I’m sexy,” he teases, tilting his head to the side, trying to look into your eyes.

“Well, you are my boyfriend, so that would make sense.”

“I saw the look on your face earlier,” he pushes. “When I did the thing you love. Telling you what to do…” Your cheeks flush at his words, and you continue to wipe at his face even though all the blood is gone — you can’t look him in the eyes. “I know you want to pretend you don’t like it,” Su-bong goes on. “But I know everything about you, babe. I think you like it when you get to be my good girl.”

“And I think we’re trapped in a place that we may never leave,” you reply, hurriedly, to avoid him saying anything else to mess with your head. “I’m scared and I don’t know what to do. So, I think we should focus on getting out of here. We can worry about everything else after.” Su-bong lets out a small laugh that turns into a sigh.

“Don't worry,” he nods. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“You sure?” you ask, tugging slightly on the blue ‘O’ patch affixed to his jacket.

“Positive,” he answers, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on the lips. “I’ll always take care of you, babe.”

———————

In a part of your mind, you want to believe that Su-bong will change his mind about continuing the games. You’d love to think that he’ll run up to the podium and slam his fist onto the red ‘X’. But you also know that he’s impulsive and impressionable, especially when being hyped up by yes-men, much like player 124. As much as you’d like to keep him away from the others while you ride out the next game, you’re disappointed when you file into the second game to be told that you’ll need to separate into groups of five.

Of course Su-bong immediately grabs your hand, but, much to your dismay, he also drags along player 124 (whose name you found out is Nam-gyu). He brings both of you with him as he searches for another friend named Gyeong-su. When you finally find him, and see that he has acquired a friend named Min-su, you feel a level of unease that is concerning. You don’t trust the rest of your group to keep Su-bong on the right path.

“Do you think you can spin the top?” Su-bong asks, keeping his voice low to not be heard by the others around him. He’s standing directly behind you, his hand placed on your lower back to keep close.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, watching the group that is currently participating in the game. “I was never very good at it.”

“I plan to do jegichagi,” he says. “I’m really good at it.” You roll your eyes at the smugness in his tone, but when he pinches your side playfully, you giggle in response. “I think you should do the top,” he goes on. “That way you can be next to me.”

“I’m not going to pick that one just so I can stand next to you, Su-bong. That’s silly, I should be on the one I’m most confident about.”

“I’d rather have you next to me,” he insists. “Just in case.” His voice lowers for the last sentence, and you quickly catch his meaning — in the event that it would be your last moments together.

“Okay,” you nod, craning your neck so you can peer into his eyes. “I can try.” He gives a curt not in response, pulling you closer to him as you both focus on the game again.

During the excitement of several teams doing well in the game, you manage to accidentally separate from Su-bong for a few moments. Unfortunately, when you link with him again, as he talks with Nam-gyu, he’s acting noticeably different. You glance back and forth between the two men, finally focusing on your boyfriend who laughs at the stern look on your face.

“Are you kidding me?” you snap, planting both hands against his chest and shoving him hard enough for him to take a stumbled step backwards.

“Babe, what is it?” he laughs, placing his hand to his chest to feign an injury.

Every fiber of your being makes you want to punch him right there in front of everyone. You’re completely incensed that he would take another pill after the conversation you had the day before. Instead, you separate yourself from him, standing at the end of your group, next to Min-su.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Su-bong calls out, but you ignore him.

It’s a struggle not to cry. Watching your boyfriend spiral out of control during the most serious situation either of you have ever been in, you feel powerless. No matter how much you try to keep him focused, he does everything he can to do the exact opposite. You stare at a spot on the wall, trying to wish yourself into any other place in the world than right here, right now.

You picture your favorite day with Su-bong, before he took on the Thanos pseudonym. His hair was pink then — damn, you loved his pink hair. He had an important gig that night at a club that you both frequented, and he was nervous. You spent the whole morning in bed together, kissing and touching, sharing your deepest secrets with one another. The gig that night was the best performance he’d ever given, and was what launched his career. That day, you decided you’d spend the rest of your life with him if he’d let you. You never realized how brief that time could be.

The sound of gunfire brings your daydream to a screeching halt, pulling you back to reality to see both teams have been executed. You bury your face in your hands letting out a quiet sob.

“It’s our turn, babe.” Su-bong’s voice rings in your ears, and you lift your head to see the other members of your team standing around you, waiting. “Come on,” Su-bong says, holding out his hand for you to take hold of.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you rasp, teams brimming your eyes. “Baby, I’m so scared.” Su-bong’s face drops and he quickly crouches in front of you, holding your shoulders.

“Me too,” he says, quietly. “But we can get through this. I promise.” You become transfixed on his eyes, looking past the blown pupils to really try to read him. You can see the fear and the worry, but also you find the honesty of the man that you love with your whole heart. “Let’s go,” he nods, taking your hand and pulling you along with him to start the game.

———————

Traumatized doesn’t begin to cover your current state. You have no idea how the five of you managed to pass the game, given how scared you were and how delirious Su-bong was. It was a miracle.

Now, your group has returned with the successful groups to the dormitory, where you and Su-bong have excused yourselves from the others. You chose to sit on his bed as the bunk is more secluded from the others, affording you some privacy. Su-bong sits at the head of the bed with his back against the wall. You have chosen to sit between his spread legs, resting your back against his chest. Your hope was to let the sound of his breathing and the calm beat of his heart soothe you, as it normally did when you fell asleep together, but both are too erratic for you to derive any serenity from.

“I told you we would get through it,” his deep voice rumbles through his chest, the sound so smooth when it hits your ear.

“For now,” you reply, placing your hands on his knees, gently fisting the material of his pants to calm your nerves. “What happens if they vote to stay again?”

“Then we keep going,” he says, breezily. “That’s all we can do.” His breath tickles your neck as he lets out a sigh before placing a soft kiss just above the collar of your shirt. You tilt your head to the opposite side to give him room as he trails kisses slowly towards your ear. Once you feel his teeth graze your earlobe, you hum tenderly, giving his head a gentle shove away with your own.

“What are you doing?” you ask. “We can’t do this here, I told you that.”

“I haven’t been able to touch you in days,” he whispers. “All of this stress has been making me feel out of control. I need to remember what you feel like.” Su-bong’s hands slip around your body, cupping your breasts and pulling your body back against him firmly. “I love you so much,” he rasps, fingers massaging your chest as you squirm against him. “What would I do without you?”

“You’d probably be dead,” you breathe. Su-bong laughs, slipping one of his hands higher to wrap his fingers around your throat. He urges your head back onto your shoulder and tightens his fingers around your neck. “I’d miss your mouth the most,” you say, looking up to him and blinking slowly. “And your hands.”

“Didn’t you just say we can’t do this here?” Su-bong asks with a laugh in his chest. “But you want to tease me?” He keeps his hand on your throat, but slides the other hand between your thighs to carefully pry them apart. “What am I allowed to do then?” Su-bong asks. “Can I touch you here? You love my hands and my mouth so much…if you promise to be quiet, I can show you how much my fingers and tongue love you, too.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you breathe, as he teases you through the fabric of your pants. “Not…not here.”

“Where?” he asks, desperation in his voice, moving his hand to squeeze your thigh now.

“Not in this place,” you clarify, closing your eyes. “The sooner we’re out of here, the better. Back to our bed where you can see what you’ve been missing.”

“Are you trying to persuade me to vote how you want by promising me a taste of what’s already mine?”

Su-bong’s voice is deeper now, sending your head reeling & your breath stuttering. This is the ego that you love from him, that small taste of Thanos that drives you crazy. You’re temporarily stunned, lost in the sensations his voice and touch give you, but you quickly become aware of where you are. Your eyes open, and you can hear the noises of the dozens of people in the dorm with you.

“Su-bong, please,” you insist, tugging his hands away from you. “This place is filled with death, I don’t feel right doing this here. I can’t.” You begin to push yourself away from him, an effort to sit at the end of the bed, but he stops you, wrapping both arms around your midsection to keep you against him.

“I’ll behave,” he sighs. “I’m sorry.” You cuddle against him, closing your eyes and getting comfortable, feeling finally how exhausted your body really has become.

You fall asleep thinking of when you met Su-bong. Your friend dragged you to a club to see a DJ they had a crush on. It wasn’t necessarily your kind of scene, and you found the DJ to be subpar, until he introduced his MC. When Su-bong walked onto the stage, the crowd cheered, and you could understand why. Beyond his stage presence and verses, he was easily the most attractive man you’d ever seen. It was impossible to take your eyes off of him with his blue hair, sweat soaked and from the stage lights. You could barely contain your excitement when his eyes locked with yours and he smiled knowingly. After his set, he approached you first to buy you a drink, and the rest is history.

You don’t know how much time has passed before you’re being woken up to the sound of the Square guard’s voice booming through the dormitory. When you open your eyes, you find that you’re alone in Su-bong’s bed, and he’s nowhere to be found. With a sigh, you climb from the bed and head out to join the others just in time to watch the piggy bank get filled with more money.

You scan the crowd in search of your boyfriend, finding that he rejoined your team from the game. Maneuvering through the sea of people, you reach Su-bong, grasping his forearm to get his attention. Unfortunately, he’s transfixed on the glowing pig above your heads, watching the stack of money grow larger and larger.

“Su-bong,” you warn. “Don’t let it distract you.”

“I know,” he mumbles, still refusing to take his eyes off of the bank until it stops. “It was only one hundred and ten people.”

“Only?” you say. “How can you say that? Those are people’s lives you’re talking about.”

“But what about my life? Our life? Even combined, it’s barely above one hundred and fifty million won. We’re not even close to being out of debt.”

“We’ll figure something else out,” you plead. “It’s not worth losing our lives over.” Su-bong sighs deeply, nodding his head at your words. You hope you got through to him.

As everyone lines up for the next vote, Su-bong holds your hand, keeping you close to him. You both watch as the other players vote one at a time, the numbers staying relatively tight together. You notice that several people change their votes, which gives you hope for a positive outcome this time.

Much to your surprise, player 001 interrupts the vote this time, trying to reason with the group still waiting to vote. Several other players who are in favor of continuing speak up as well until they whip the crowd into a frenzy. Briefly, you feel Su-bong tense at your side, as if he is fighting the urge to cheer along with the other ‘O’ voters, but he stays silent.

When Su-bong’s number is called, he walks slowly to the podium and stares down at the two buttons. Your heart pounds in your chest, genuine concern flowing through you as you’re unsure of how he will vote. You clasp your hands together, as if to plead to anyone who will listen for your boyfriend to do the right thing. When the buzz rings out and the number on the ‘X’ side changes, you feel a wave of relief wash over you, tears almost falling from your eyes. Finally.

You don’t take your eyes off of your boyfriend as he changes out his velcro patch to the ‘X’. When he turns again, he finds you immediately, nodding his head with a small grin on his lips. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait long for your number to be called so you can join him on the ‘X’ side. You do not hesitate for a moment, slamming down the ‘X’ button and turning quickly to run towards him.

“Thank you,” you breathe, as he pulls you into a tight hug.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he says, turning you around so you can see the display screen. “They’re the ones you have to worry about.”

As you both stand silently, you watch the numbers grow, and feel less confident with each passing second. The numbers for those voting to stay are creeping higher and higher, and you curse player 100 for riling up the group. By the time player 456 reaches the podium, all of the joy you just gained has drained from your body — you have to stay for another game.

You move like a zombie, collecting your dinner from the guards, and making your way to Su-bong’s bed again. He’s close behind you, neither of you speaking as you contemplate what could happen next. You eat in silence as well, scared and tired all at once.

The rest of the day passes in a strange blur. At some point, just before the chime begins to play to indicate lights out, Su-bong collects your mattress from your bunk and sets it on the floor beside his bed.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” he says. “You can have my bed.”

“No, that’s okay. The floor is fine with me.”

“No—”

“Hey,” you cut him off, standing in front of him and taking him by the hips to pull him in. He laughs, that wide smile you love to see appearing across his face. “I’d rather sleep on the floor,” you continue. “I promise I’m fine.”

“Okay,” he nods, grasping the sides of your head in both hands and taking you in for a gentle kiss. “I’m sorry,” he mutters against your lips. “I know it’s my fault that we’re both here. I’ll do what I can to fix this.”

Su-bong sleeps at the edge of his bed, his arm hanging off of the bunk to hold your hand. When he falls asleep and his grip loosens, you unlace your fingers from his, gently tracing the rings on his index and pinky fingers. You think about how he rarely takes them off at the end of the day, as if they’re an extension of him. When you’re in bed together at your home, and he touches you for the first time, the metal feels ice cold and you wonder if he plans it like that just to see the way the goosebumps spread across your skin. The truth is you always get goosebumps from his touch, rings or no rings.

You wake the following morning to find Su-bong sitting on the edge of his bed with his cross pendant in the palm of his hand. You sit up quickly, snapping the lid closed and wrapping your fingers around it, prepared to yank it from his neck.

“Wait!” he exclaims, grasping your wrist. “I wasn’t going to take one…not yet.” You stare at him imploringly, waiting for him to continue. “If I focus on what’s happening,” he begins, carefully choosing his words. “I think I’ll mess up. I can’t mess up.”

“I’m here with you, Su-bong. We won’t mess up.” He stares into your eyes but this time he takes in your whole face as if he’s memorizing it. For a moment, he looks scared; his breath coming in harder pants and his eyebrows furrowing — he’s panicking. “Hey,” you say, snapping him from his trance. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nods, tucking the cross into his jacket. “I’m here. I was just…nevermind. Let’s go.” He holds his hand out towards you, helping you to your feet as you both join the group of other players preparing for the next game.

When you walk into the expansive, rainbow painted room, you don’t immediately notice the turntable in the center, too fixated on why there are so many doors. The female voice rattles through the speakers to explain you will be playing Mingle, and you tighten your grip on Su-bong’s hand to pull him close.

“If we have to run to these rooms, it’s going to be chaos,” you say, carefully stepping onto the table at the center of the room.

“I won’t let you go,” Su-bong promises, as the playful tune begins to play through the speakers and the table begins to rotate.

The sound of the other players panting nervously radiates around you and your own nerves begin to take hold. You are once again on the verge of blacking out until the table stops suddenly.

“Ten!”

Su-bong pulls you along with him as he locates your team from the previous day, who have already grabbed five additional people. All ten of you dash towards an open room, desperate to get there before anyone else. You shove your boyfriend into the room first and ensure that the others slip in with you, before slamming the door shut. The lock engages and immediately gunfire rings out from the main room.

“Shit,” you mutter, covering your ears to avoid hearing the screams. Su-bong wraps his arms around your body, pulling you snug against his chest.

“It’s okay,” he assures you. “You’re safe.”

When you are released from the room, the first thing you see are the sporadic pools of blood from the ‘eliminated’ players. Swallowing hard to keep from becoming sick, you carefully avoid stepping in any blood, stepping back onto the platform awaiting your boyfriend, who you assumed was directly behind you.

Much to your dismay, you spot Su-bong hanging back with Nam-gyu, talking quietly as they slowly walk to the platform. He pulls the cross from his jacket and opens it, pausing to look around for anyone who might be watching. When his gaze falls on you, all you are able to do is look away from him, knowing that his impulsive nature and his anxiety are in the driver seat. All you can do is hang on.

“Babe,” he calls out, hurrying toward the platform and stepping up beside you just as it begins to spin again. “I can’t—”

“Don’t tell me about it,” you say, quickly. “If you took one or you didn’t, I don’t want to hear it. If it helps you focus, or whatever, it doesn’t matter. Just stay with me and get us both out of here alive.” He nods in response, taking your hand again as you wait for the platform to stop spinning.

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Six!”

Each number called gives you another knot in your stomach and more aches in your body from scrambling to get into a room with the right number of people. By now, you feel as though more than half of your fellow players have been eliminated, as the platform is far more spacious. Along with that, the room is virtually covered in the blood of those same players who weren’t fast enough. From running through the puddles, the soles of your shoes are stained red and a brassy scent hangs heavy in the air.

When the voice over the speaker announces the final round, you breathe a sigh of relief but still feel tense. Looking at the count of how many people are left along with the number of rooms available, you know that you will have to move fast to secure a room. You take Su-bong’s hand, preparing as the platform rotates for a final time.

“Two!”

You set your eyes on room 40, with its magenta colored door. With a firm grip on your boyfriend’s hand, you take off towards the door, yanking him along with you. You avoid the blood as much as you can, but suddenly lose your footing and begin to fall. Su-bong catches you by your hips and rights you again.

“Room 40!” you call out, pointing ahead of you. He takes off towards the door as you notice two other players making their way to the door as well. Just before they reach the handle, Su-bong plants a kick directly in the man’s chest, sending him and his partner stumbling to the ground.

“Come on!” Su-bong yells, and he waves you over.

Part of you is horrified at his action but you know that you both need to survive. You scramble towards him, and he hurriedly wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into the room and slamming the door shut behind you. Still holding you close, he braces the door shut with your bodies, ignoring the sounds of the other couple desperate to get in.

“Don’t listen,” Su-bong mutters, as the lock engages on the door. He keeps you in his arms, walking you away from the door to the corner of the room, where he lowers you both to the floor. You curl into his chest, covering your head as he holds his arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay,” he says, as the gunfire and screaming begins. “I’m here.”

When the room is finally silent again, you lift your head to look at your boyfriend, tears brimming your eyes. He smiles softly at you, his fingertips tenderly stroking your cheek. He uses his free hand to pull his cross necklace from his jacket holding it out to you.

“I didn’t take any,” he whispers, nodding his head towards the cross. “I gave all of them to Nam-gyu.” Your eyes shift from his face to the cross, cautiously opening the lid to find it empty. “I told you I’d keep you safe,” he breathes. “Didn’t I?”

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356,000,000. The number didn’t even sound real. With both of your winnings combined, you’d be able to make a sizable impact on the debt. You keep as close to Su-bong as you can as you await the call of your number. Already, the vote appears to be shifting in favor of leaving, but you don’t yet get your heart set on it. Not just yet.

The numbers tick back and forth several times before it’s your turn to vote. You give Su-bong a quick peck on the cheek before you make your way to the podium, quickly slamming your hand down on the ‘X’ button. The chorus of boos and cheers ring out, but you ignore both, making your way to the ‘X’ side to wait for Su-bong.

There’s a fleeting worry in your mind that he may change his mind after seeing the money added to the piggy bank, but something about the look in his eyes when you were in the final round of Mingle — he’s scared. As soon as Su-bong’s number is called, you train your eyes on him, taking in every move he makes as he marches towards the podium.

You get side tracked thinking about the way he walks. His movement is distinctly his own — he moves with rhythm when he has a purpose, but sometimes his movement is stiffer, as if he’s trying to blend in. This walk, almost a strut, is determined and you know you have no reason to worry about what his decision will be when he reaches the podium.

The buzz of the ‘X’ rings loud and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The cacophony of cheers and boos fills the silence while Su-bong trudges towards you with a small smirk on his lips. You immediately pull him into your arms, hugging him and never wanting to let go. He holds his hand to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him to kiss the top of your head.

“We’re almost home,” he whispers, finally letting you go.

You maintain your glee as you watch the numbers on the screen change over and over until the score is tied. The final voter is player 001, someone you don’t particularly trust. You notice him lock eyes with player 456 briefly, his face unchanging, before he walks to the podium.

You close your eyes, unable to watch what selection he will make. Su-bong grasps your hand, holding it to his chest; you can feel his heart practically pounding against his ribcage. He mutters something under his breath, likely a plea for this man to make the right decision.

Time stands still as everyone awaits the moment that will determine your fates. Your head feels like it could spin off of your shoulders at any moment, your breaths coming faster and faster until—

A buzz and the overwhelming cheers from the other ‘X’ voters. You open your eyes, staring up at the screen that reads 51-49. Su-bong wraps his arms around your waist, hoisting you into the air in celebration. You both scream and cheer, tears finally breaking the seal and falling from your eyes. You can’t believe it.

Su-bong spins you both in a circle, before setting you down, finally kissing you deeply. You clench his jacket firmly, never wanting to lose the feeling you have right now.

“They sound upset,” Su-bong chuckles, nodding towards the group that voted to stay.

“I don’t care,” you respond. “Let them stay and tear each other apart if they want. We’re getting the fuck out of here. And I know the first thing I want us to do.”

“Please tell me,” he replies, mirroring your playful grin.

“Dye your hair pink again,” you say. “We should retire Thanos. I think he’s served his purpose.”

“Hmmm,” Su-bong hums thoughtfully, giving you a suggestive smirk. “I don’t think he should go away yet. He may still have some work to do for his good girl.”

#choi seunghyun x reader #choi subong x reader #squid game imagine #x reader #thanos x reader

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twistedtummies2 · 2 months ago

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Top 5 Appearances of Jack Skellington

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I decided to use this opportunity to dedicate a short countdown to a film I’m very thankful for: the stop-motion animation classic, “The Nightmare Before Christmas.” Why today? Several reasons: first, Thanksgiving falls right smack dab in the middle between Halloween and Christmas, as far as major American holidays go, so it seems a decent date, given the subject matter. Second, recently the movie enjoyed its 30th Anniversary, so that’s definitely something to celebrate. Third, its producer - and the man many agree is most responsible for the feature’s existence, Tim Burton - got his long-deserved star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame this very year. Fourth and finally, it is quite possibly my favorite movie, and certainly my favorite Disney movie. By that measure alone, I am supremely grateful for its existence, and so a day of Thanksgiving seems a good time to talk about it…and its main character. Initially, I was going to dedicate this list to the film as a whole, but after some deliberation, I decided to focus this countdown specifically on the main protagonist of the feature, Jack Skellington. Jack is an anomaly for a lot of reasons; he’s one of the few times - especially in a movie that now wears the Disney brand like a badge of honor - where the main character of the story really is my favorite one. He’s become almost as recognized as Mickey Mouse around the company, as their resident face of both Halloween AND Christmas. And as time has gone on, his popularity has only continued to rise. What’s great about Jack, and makes him so unique, is the way the character is both so complex and yet so simple, just like the film he’s from. This is also not taking into account the many dualities inherent to the character. He’s the Pumpkin King, the scariest soul in Halloween Town…yet he’s also a sweetheart and finds a sense of childlike wonder in the Christmas season. He’s a dapper, charismatic, theatrical, somewhat grandiloquent fellow…yet he’s also a complete goober, showing a great deal of naivete and not always thinking things through. He’s typically a nice guy who acts polite and friendly to most anyone he meets…but if you cross him the wrong way, or dare to hurt those he considers his friends, he’ll whoop you in a second without mercy. It’s this constant contrast of darkness and light, of the intellectual master of horror and the childlike innocent, that makes him so engaging and interesting. That, and the fact that - unique among Disney heroes especially - Jack kind of creates his own conflict in the story. Yes, Oogie Boogie is the nominal villain of the movie, but even he really only becomes a problem in the original film BECAUSE of Jack’s bad decisions. If you took Oogie out of the equation, Jack could ALMOST be considered a villain in his own right; thankfully, he realizes and learns from his mistake and is quick to make things right. I thought it would be fun to look at some of Jack’s appearances since the film, much as I have done with some of the great Disney Villains (coincidentally) in the past. Now, I can only count appearances I’m personally familiar with to some degree or another, so if any that YOU like are left out of the running, it’s most likely just because I haven’t read, seen, or played them yet. With that said, let’s celebrate Thanksgiving by looking at a character known for its surrounding holidays…forever proving, by extension, that this holiday is the middle child of the yuletide family. Ha Ha. These are My Top 5 Favorite Appearances from Jack Skellington!

5. Pumpkin King AND The Battle For Pumpkin King.

Not only are the titles of these two pieces similar, but so are their purposes. “Pumpkin King” was a video game tie-in to TNBC, which acted as a prequel to the movie. It was released in 2005. Nearly two decades later, in 2023, Disney would release ANOTHER prequel spin-off, in the form of “The Battle For Pumpkin King;” a comic miniseries later reformatted into a graphic novel. Both of these prequels tell the story of how the rivalry between Jack and his arch-nemesis, Oogie Boogie, got started, each with their own unique twists to the concept. As far as the game goes, playing as Jack Skellington - using a variety of crazy gadgets to defeat Oogie and his goons - is obviously a major part of what makes the title appealing. The comic, meanwhile, goes even further in showing how Jack became the Pumpkin King to begin with, and presents a more dramatic and tragic arc for the two enemies, in my opinion. Having read and re-read the comic a couple times now, and compared it to the game…I don’t think either is really a perfect prequel. Each has their own pros and cons, in terms of how things started between the two and how they tie into the film itself. However, one thing I like about both is that each has a different spin on presenting Jack and setting up the character we know from the movie: in each tale, the conflict with Oogie results in some subtle foreshadowing and parallels to the misadventures Jack faces in the film. I’d recommend checking both out, in some form or another, and deciding which you prefer yourself.

4. Twisted Wonderland.

Well, if you know me, you knew this had to be coming. I was over the moon when this Event was announced for the mobile game “Twisted Wonderland”: a game that is admittedly an acquired taste, but which I absolutely love to bits. For those who don’t know already, the premise of the game has the main character - the Player - being transported to an alternate universe, where they find themselves at a school of magic inspired by seven famous Disney Villains. Throughout the game, we encounter various characters based on these villains, along with other Disney characters…but it’s rare that we actually meet any of the original Disney figures themselves. When the Nightmare Before Christmas-themed Event for Halloween of 2024 - entitled “Lost in the Book with Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas” - was announced, it wasn’t too much of a surprise to learn that a new character would be introduced in the event: Skully J. Graves, based on Jack Skellington. What was much more startling was when we found out that not only would we get this new addition to the cast…but that the player and their allies for the outing would be traveling to Halloween Town itself to meet the ACTUAL Jack Skellington AT THE SAME TIME. For me, this was just mind-boggling: getting to see both the actual Jack AND a new character inspired by him in the same Event at the same time was never something I anticipated. The result did not disappoint: Jack is totally and completely in-character for the Event, and his interactions with the students of Night Raven College are a lot of fun. Skully, as well, is a very interesting character, and the twist about his true identity at the end was, I will confess, certainly unexpected. This isn’t an example that I imagine a lot of TNBC fans would place among their absolute favorite appearances for Jack, but it’s definitely a big one for me.

3. Haunted Mansion Holiday.

This was Nightmare’s big arrival at the Parks, and it’s still one of the best things to come out of the film’s ever-rising popularity. In the early 2000s, Imagineers at Disneyland considered making a “Nightmare Before Christmas” attraction, but they weren’t sure how to go about it. The answer came in the form of a holiday overlay for the popular “Haunted Mansion” ride: ever since then, for a whole third of the year (almost half a year, if you count the time it takes to set it all up and then take it all down again), the Haunted Mansion is invaded by Jack Skellington and the denizens of Halloween Town, as they bring their own twisted Christmas delight to the home of the 999 Happy Haunts. While some people seem divided about this since-then-annual change to the famous attraction, most seem to enjoy both versions of the Haunted Mansion, and I am in agreement: the original ride is great on its own, and deserves to be enjoyed on its own terms (it’s my favorite ride at Disneyland), but the Holiday version with the TNBC cast is really fun and charming, too. Arguably the biggest highlight of the ride is Jack himself, most notably in the form of a magnificently-made animatronic of our favorite “Sandy Claws” that greets guests as they enter the graveyard for the ride’s finale. I used to be OBSESSED with this overlay, and I still love it a lot. I’m not the only one, either; the Holiday version remains popular, and has even been adopted into the Tokyo Disneyland Park. Japan has a huge following for TNBC…speaking of which…

2. Oogie’s Revenge.

Released at the same time as the aforementioned “Pumpkin King,” this game (originally made in Japan, hence the segue) was a SEQUEL to the movie. And, just like “Pumpkin King,” it was considered canon by a lot of people for a long time, until recent printed work left that more ambiguous. (In this case a novel called “Long Live the Pumpkin Queen,” which I’ve yet to read.) The plot begins a little less than a year after the events of the film: Jack still feels dissatisfied with Halloween, but he’s thankfully learned that taking over other holidays is not a good idea. So, he instead ventures forth into the real world for a couple of months to basically do some brainstorming and find some inspiration to make his own holiday more interesting. When Jack returns (on Christmas Eve, what a shock), he discovers that Oogie Boogie has been resurrected and has taken over Halloween Town! When he learns that Oogie has plans to get revenge on Santa and become “The Seven Holidays King,” Jack has to find a way to take back his throne and undo all of Oogie’s evil schemes before Christmas morning. As far as Jack himself goes, the great boon this game has is the option of actually playing as Jack Skellington himself, and getting to use different forms of him with different powers to combat Oogie and his minions. Chris Sarandon - who has provided Jack’s speaking voice since the original film, and gets to SING for him, too, in this game (he ain’t half bad, either) - delivers all of the moods and sides of Jack throughout the story with his usual enthusiasm, and the chance to explore Halloween Town in such wild depth is really fun. The game itself seems to be one people love or hate; most agree it’s not the greatest game in the world (though most agree it’s also not terrible), but it seems to be a 50/50 split between people who overlook its flaws and enjoy it, and people who feel it’s a lackluster and overly bizarre spin-off to a classic picture. Personally, while I do see some issues with “Oogie’s Revenge,” I’ve always had a soft spot for this game, and I still do. It’s definitely one of Jack’s shining moments, in my personal opinion.

1. Kingdom Hearts.

Given my love of the KH series as a whole, a lot of you probably saw this coming. However, I actually had a really hard time choosing between these games and “Oogie’s Revenge.” The greatest pro of “Oogie’s Revenge” is that Jack is the main character: you spend a lot of time with him, it’s all his story, and Chris Sarandon gets to sing as well as provide the voice in general. However, I think that - despite the fact Jack and his pals in Halloween Town (and Christmas Town) are only one small part of a much grander puzzle - the Kingdom Hearts series actually handles the character and his world slightly better…mostly just because of the writing. (And because they are better games, in general, when you really get down to it.) As far as Jack himself goes…honestly, I love how absolutely ADORABLE Jack is in the Kingdom Hearts universe. (How many undead skeletons can you call “adorable,” anyway? At the moment, I can only think of maybe four others…which is still a surprising number, honestly!) The games really lean hard into Jack’s childlike, exuberant, impulsive personality, but they also still give him elegance, charisma, and even touch onto a philosophical side we really haven’t seen anywhere else. Some of my favorite lines and moments in the games come from Jack, and of all the Disney allies Sora makes along the way, I think I enjoy his interactions with the Pumpkin King most of all. (He also isn’t too bad of a Party Member.) Sarandon delivers here just as powerfully as in Oogie’s Revenge, and a lot of the story-based elements I love about Jack’s character arc in OR are just as present in these games. Overall, while he may not be the star of the show, Jack is certainly a major highlight of these games. For me, and hopefully for many others, Kingdom Hearts will always be a shining moment in the King of Halloween’s career. It’s not an easy call, to be honest…but I’m gonna name Kingdom Hearts as My Favorite Appearance from Jack Skellington.

HONORABLE MENTIONS INCLUDE…

James and the Giant Peach.

While this is a totally non-canon appearance, Jack cameos as the leader of a band of skeleton pirates in this cult classic adaptation of the Roald Dahl story. I have no idea if this decision was made because of budget reasons or because Henry Selick (director of both TNBC and this film) was in a whimsical mood, but either way, it’s such a weird but fun one-off return.

Disney’s Not-So-Spooky Spectacular.

A fireworks show performed around Halloweentime at the Magic Kingdom in Walt Disney World. Jack acts as the host of the event, portrayed by a life-sized and absolutely immaculate puppet, crewed by multiple performers. This puppet has appeared in several other places since, including one of the “Nightmare Before Christmas Live” concerts!

What’s This? The Nightmare Before Christmas Sing-Along.

Performed every Christmastime at Disney’s Hollywood-MGM Studios, this combination of stage pantomime and sing-along concert to some of the songs from the film is hosted by Jack. Our favorite Pumpkin King is played by the same great puppet that appears in the “Not-So-Spooky Spectacular” fireworks show!

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vclvetfleur · 2 years ago

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Obedient Chapter 4

roman roy x fem! reader

Summary: After Roman insulted and berated you, you still showed up to work today. Romans plan of ruining Kendalls business idea completely backfired, in your eyes. You help Roman to try to win the love of his dad back.

Warnings: degrading, verbal abuse, Logan Roy

Word Count : 4.3K

Notes: There's a little bit of fluff in this one. But I really want to say thank you for all the kind words I got today on my story. I am really enjoying writing for this series. I already have an idea of what the next chapter will be. I also have an idea of how certain conflicts and all of that stuff will play out. So get ready. It's gonna be an emotional mess.

Chapter 4: Patrick Bateman

You had gotten up in the morning and were heading to work. If only you knew you had to buy a new wardrobe, you would’ve done so. But you were now just waiting for your first check to finally be able to go shopping. You had probably worn the same white blouse about 3 times already. You tried to hide it with the blazer you had on, but you were pretty sure people knew.

You got a text earlier from Roman but chose to ignore them. You weren’t interested in anything he had to say to you. Your phone buzzed again and again. At least you knew he was awake for work. He had no excuse not to be on time.

You scanned your brand new key card and made it through the building without having to have another awkward interaction with the cold receptionist again. You walked through the floor, checking to see if Roman was here yet. He hadn’t been in his office from what you can tell. You wandered around, fixing your notes for today, checking Romans emails for him and creating his schedule for the day; you did most of it on the ride here, but you were double checking. You looked up often to see if you could even spot him.

Finally, you spotted him. He was in his dad’s office with Kendall and Jess. You weren’t sure if you should intrude, Logan didn’t look too friendly. You just stood outside and reviewed your notes before hearing a banging on the window wall. Your glance removed itself from your iPad to Roman standing behind the wall, telling you to come in. You put the iPad away and walked right in. “Hello Mr. Roy. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You wanted to leave a good impression. He had never met you yet but was apparently mentioning you. You thought it would at least make him rethink what he had said if he knew how nice you were.

“Hello.” He tried to be cordial. But he viewed you as beneath him. He didn’t care about how you felt or if you thought he was kind. Frankly, he didn’t care about anything other than himself.

Before you knew it, Logan continued to berate his two sons in front of you. You were taken aback by it. You thought he was tough sure, but you didn’t expect him to so freely scream at the two of them. Or anyone, this publicly. Does he not know people had phones and could record this? But then you remembered the NDA you had to sign.

“How could you two fucking morons ruin this so fucking quickly? You had 6 hours and you both FUCKED it. But what did I expect from a junkie who just went to a rehab place just to get a fucking massage and drink green fucking smoothies all day.” Logan insulted. Nothing could stop his mouth from saying whatever his brain was thinking of. “And you, what a fucking moron? You haven’t even been COO yet and you’re already fucking this up. This is why no one takes you seriously Roman. You’re a massive fuck up. The bane of my fucking existence and the companies. I could hand you a plastic cup and you would still manage to find a way to shatter it!”

Harsh. You looked over at Roman as he just stood there and took it. He tried to reason with him earlier. God there was that look again. The same one from last night; except more desperate and sadder. His arms were cross over his chest, but more in a way to make himself smaller than to make him look tougher. His shoulders were raised while his head remained low enough. He tried to make himself less of a target for his father. He was in the mentality if he made himself smaller, his dad wouldn’t see him clear enough to hurt him. “Well-uh-Dad-just-look I think if I get a chance; maybe I could get him to-fucking uhh- you know reconsider” He stumbled, trying to find the works to make his dad happy. What a mess. You felt pity for him. No wonder he was such a fucking asshole.

“Ooooh yes, my idiot son, you’ll be able to make him reconsider. The one who wouldn’t even get through with management training. I could give a chimp to do a better job than you. At least they’d make less of a fucking mess than you do.” Logan continued to berate him.

He barely even moved an inch and they both cowered under him, especially Roman. He just laid back in his fancy leather desk chair and moved his hands quick enough to emphasis his points. But despite that, he even scared you. “Go, go fucking fix this before I fucking decide you send you to a circus, fucking freak. Fuck off.” He sent them both on their way. Kendall rushed out, not before shoving Roman a bit to knock him against the door frame. He didn’t even try to fight back. You just tried to leave as quick as they did. “Come on.” You whispered, putting a hand on Romans back as you led him out of the room and down the hall.

“Are you done being fucking mad at me?” He asked in a desperate tone. You wanted to stay mad, but after watching him start his morning off like that made you feel too sorry for him. “Uhh- I haven’t decided yet.” You answered honestly. You got him to his office, shutting the blinds to make sure no one was looking at him right now. He didn’t need to see all those looks right now. Not now. Everyone essentially watched him and Kendall get berated and then him getting shoved and even further pushed down by his brother.

“Are you gonna fuck me or something? What’s with the blinds? Did you bring a ball gag? Is this your way of punishing me after the party?” He used humor to distract you from the clear pity you felt for him. He didn’t enjoy this kind of attention so much. Probably cause he got it so often. It was the most attention would give him other than complete disgust.

“No, I just don’t think you need a whole floor of people looking at you like a sad damaged puppy.” You were honest about it.

And Roman appreciated it. He knew he paid you, but you didn’t really need to do all of that. You didn't need to act like you gave a fuck. You did it cause you were just a good person. You cared enough. It kind of warmed up his cold iced heart a bit. You finished closing all the blinds before pulling your iPad out. “Now I’m going to help you fix the situation.” You stated.

“I don’t fucking need help.” He let out a breathe. “Just get Castello on the phone for me. I have this all planned already.” He revealed. “What? Planned?” You could almost take back the pity you felt for him.

He knew what the morning would be like. He inserted himself in this just so he could talk to Castello later again and earn their trust and be able to squeeze more from them. Kendall might’ve gotten the deal from them, but they only agreed to 50% of their company. Logan wanted all of it. If Roman can at least convince them for more than half, he’d be daddy’s favorite again. He just needed the validation from Logan. To be told he was at least good at something. Some kind of recognition.

“Yeah, I’m an evil fucking mastermind. Just call him. Tell him I wanna get lunch.” He gave you an alibi. You just nodded and made the call. And right in front of your eyes you just watched as Roman did all of his dirty work. He just knew the right words to say to sweet talk them into lunch. You were almost impressed. You looked down at your notes and decided to move a few things around so he could have lunch with Castello at 1 today at some kind of restaurant that you couldn’t even pronounce.

He shut the phone line before looking up at you amused. He felt accomplished. “Do I get a congratulatory fuck or do I get one after I land this deal?” He assumed you’d be ready to just joke around with him again. But you just didn’t have it in you.

His face dropped realizing you were ignoring him. He felt a panic set in. He never liked when people didn’t laugh with or at him or just tease him or bully him back because it made him think they were less mad. But completely shutting down or not speaking made him feel like he lost them. As if they were never going to speak again. He knew it was irrational, but it’s just something he picked up from Caroline. She would shut down whenever she didn’t care enough to deal with them. Logan didn’t help either.

“Do you really need an apology that badly?” he groaned as if it was saying one simple word would be the end of him. It was a burden to him. If he said sorry, he acted as though he would lose a limb. “Jesus fucking Christ, I’m sorry, okay? You fucking happy now? I am sorry I called you a fucking peasant or whatever the fuck I said.” He tried to make it quick. It was almost like hearing a 5 year old apologizing about breaking their sibling’s truck.

You took a deep breath and just began to read your notes. Your patience ran thin. That was not an apology. And you were going to just take the bare minimum from him. Not after last night. “God fucking damn it. You’re fucking impossible.” He felt his frustration nearing the end.

“Roman, stop. I’m not forgiving you. You’ve been selfish and rude, and you embarrassed me yesterday. I can’t forgive you when you’re acting like you don’t even want to.”

“I do. I just usually pay people off and they forget it. Fine. How much do you want on top of your already ridiculous paycheck?” He asked. He couldn’t be serious. But he was. He pulled his checking book out and was ready to sign a check for you. “Help me write this. Someone usually does this for me.”

“Roman stop. I don’t want money. I don’t know what I want from you anymore.” You said bluntly. If an apology out of him was going to be so hard, you didn’t want it. It wasn’t going to feel authentic. You knew he wasn’t sorry. He was incapable of it. “Just let it go, we’ll be fine.” You finally decided. You’ll forgive. Just won’t forget. You were going to play it a bit more cautious with him. He nodded quickly like a child who just got reprimanded.

“So uh, what’s first for today?” He asked before you started reading your notes once again. He was trying to act professional enough with you. Either way, he needs to be in a good head space for the deal. You didn’t want to add any unnecessary stress to him. “Do you need anything? Coffee? Breakfast?” You asked. His eyes softened looking over at you from his computer screen. He quietly nodded. “Uh-just a coffee.” You nodded, opening the blinds again before stepping out. You grabbed him a coffee and set it back on his desk quick enough.

“So, when did you have time to ruin Kendall’s deal?” You asked. You hadn’t spent the whole day with him, but you knew his schedule. When did he even have the time to make them back out?

“Well, if you really need to know my master plan, I called him before the party, we talked and I just told him what a dipshit Ken was, then at the party, he saw Ken after doing a speedball in the bathroom. He practically ruined it himself.” He revealed. You were stunned by how casually he was speaking about it. He had no remorse. Not one ounce of it. He said it as if it was just any other day. You were kind of impressed though, despite your intense hate for capitalism.

“Should I replace your name in my phone as Dr Evil?” You smiled before pulling your phone out.

“I’m not a fucking doctor moron.” He insulted.

“It’s a movie from the 90’s Roman.” You informed him. But he seemed to not get the reference of it.

“Insulting to think I wasn’t born in the 2000’s.” He giggled to himself. His body finally seemed to relax. His smile seemed to come back. He needed this. This comfort.

“Your skin care routine isn’t working that well. I don’t know if you can call cumming in your own face a skin care routine though.”

“Why not? Worked great for you back in college, didn’t it? Looks like you had the whole football team bukkake after every game.” All you could do was shake your head at his comments in complete horror, but also just in complete entertainment.

For the rest of the day, you both just went back and forth until it was time to finally get ready to leave for Lunch. You had made the reservation earlier and made sure you were going to get a table that Roman said was “pleasing enough to let Castello get bent over and sodomized”.

You rode in the limo as Roman went over his game plan with you. You nodded as you tried to take notes and see if he needed any adjustment to his strategy. All he needed was your pity to make everything feel good with him again as most of his relationships were.

He walked in with you following before he had left you behind. You weren’t really allowed to sit in a private meeting like this because it wasn’t an official one. He didn’t want to spook them by getting too professional. Just casual enough to make them dumb enough to give their company away. He was better at casual than all the official and professional stuff. Kendall was better at that but sucked at casual meetings.

You didn’t mind though; you were able to at least sit in the restaurant and just have some time to yourself. You went through your own phone rather than worrying about Roman and his life. You sipped on a mimosa that you were sure was gonna be paid for by Roman. You felt a tap on your shoulder, looking up at a very happy Roman. He got them to sell. You got up, trying not to show too much excitement for him in front of the clients. You moved along with him before getting in his car. Once the doors shut, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, basically pouncing on him. “Congratulations Roman!” You squealed.

His body scrunched up and his hands didn’t really know what to do. His mind couldn’t work fast enough to comprehend what was happening. His hand laid on the small of your back, his body still tense. He breathed in, holding his breath before taking in your own scent. You smelled sweet. Floral but sweet. It seemed to make his body less tense. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy your touch, he did. It just wasn’t something he knew how to deal with. He never got hugs. Not from his siblings. Or his dad. Or mum. He never knew what to do. But your touch was soft, but rough at the same time. Not even rough in the sense of toughness, but security. You held him so tight that it was like being protected. You wanted to hold all of the happiest emotions you both shared between the two of you, hoping it didn’t evaporate when you let go. Your hands, that laid on the back of his neck, were soft. Delicate. They gripped onto him, but not rough enough to even leave a mark. But before he could officially react, you pulled away.

“We should celebrate.” You proposed. He just stared at you as if you were crazy. He shook his head, letting out a nervous laugh.

“It’s fine, I’ll invite my orgy buddies for a celebration.” He cleared his throat.

“You seem to hang out with them a lot. Come on. It doesn’t have to be so formal. It could be me and you and something to drink. It’ll be fun. I’ll even show you who Dr. Evil is.” You pushed. You thought it was important for him to feel celebrated about his accomplishments. His dad didn’t seem to ever acknowledge anything good he did. From the 5 minutes you spent in a room with them, you wanted to show Roman his dad wasn’t completely right. “So, what happened? What deal did you land?” You asked.

Roman filled you in on the boring details, but he ended with them selling their entire company for 85 million. They were some film studios that had a few hit classics. They were an indie brand that had at least 4 movies become classics that art and film students now talk about in their dorm room while getting high all day. They nearly didn’t have enough of a budge to make something they even wanted though. Hence why they were willing to give up half or even all of it to start a new studio to make even bigger budget films.

“That’s great Roman!” You clapped.

“Yeah Yeah, why don’t you stroke my dick even harder?” He said before feeling you shove him hard enough for his head to hit the window of the car. “Jesus.” He cried, holding his head. You hid your mouth with your hand, muffled giggles trying to hide the giant smile you had on your face. They left your mouth as Roman smacked your arm hard enough for them to move out of the way. Soon enough you both ended up pushing and shoving one enough in the back before finally breaking it up.

“You hit like a fucking girl.” He mumbled.

“And you hit like you have a limp wrist.” You mocked.

“Okay wow. And you hit like you wrestle bums on the street.” Roman hit back, not knowing if making poor jokes at you were okay yet.

“Really? Didn’t you just learn to stop saying that stupid shit?” You warned. You weren’t too serious though. It was a clever enough joke. “Fuck you’re like that one weird fucker from American Psycho.”

“If you’re saying I’m as sexy as Patrick Bateman than thank you. He happens to be my idol” He smirked.

“Oh really?” You scoffed.

He nodded, while you both couldn’t help yourself from laughing in the back seat of the car. And all the feelings you felt from yesterday afternoon flooded back. You were doing everything you can to hear his laugh again. It made you feel good. But not like how it did when anyone laughed at your jokes. It was flutterier. It felt warmer. You found yourself gazing at him even more. You ignored all the sights to be see on the road, just cause you were scared to miss a moment of his face. And now you felt humiliated to even be feeling this in the first place. It felt extremely wrong. Like you were committing some kind of crime. If anyone knew, you’d probably hide away forever from embarrassment. It was Roman Roy. He was the most self-centered, pretentious, disgusting, backstabbing, manipulative person you have ever met. But you saw another side of him. You saw some kind of good in him that made you ignore all of those character flaws.

You both headed back to the office together before Roman seemed to be heading to Logans office to give him the news. You halted a bit before following. You were nervous to be stepping in his office again. Logan was unpredictable.

“Hey, so you remember when you were screaming at Ken for fucking up the deal. Well, your favorite son, just bought the entire company.” He tried to keep himself from smiling to big.

“How much?” He asked, he wasn’t ready to celebrate Roman yet.

“Well-uh just – about 30 more than we talked about.” He tried to be cautious not to upset Logan any further. Logan let out a huff, shaking his head. “But- uh I can maybe convince them to go down to 75, or 70. We didn’t sign or make anything official yet.” Roman tried to quickly save it. You just stood there and stared at him with pity.

“You both are fucking morons. I could’ve finished this deal over a 5 minute phone call, but I’m having you two fucking idiots jumping around playing card tricks with malnourished art kids.” His voice felt like it could make the entire room shake. Roman just leaned on the back of his dads’ couch, head lowers again and just nodded along. He was too scared to upset him any further.

“Uh got it. I’ll have her just tell them to come by and I’ll just uh- “He tried to find words to say. He didn’t even have a joke in this moment. He had his ego raised way too high by you before going to his dad. He let his guard down. He always expected disappointment from Logan. But you really made him think that Logan might be proud.

“I’m pretty sure Roman could do it. I mean he got them to even come back to sell after- “You tried to reason. You didn’t know why you did that. You shouldn’t of. You just couldn’t help it.

“You. What’s your name?” Logan asked. You raised your eyebrows as if to ask ‘me?’. “Yes, you. There’s only the three of us here and I think I know my sons fucking name well enough.”

“Uh sorry. Y/n. I was just trying to say that Kendall really scared them off last night. I was at the party and Kendall was basically just acting like a complete lunatic. Roman was actually super focused.” You continued to make your case for Roman. He looked at you, not knowing to feel scared for you or just glad he had someone at his corner of the fight.

“You don’t think I don’t know what a fuck up those two are? Huh?” Logans anger was leaking throughout the room and whoever was within a mile radius had to deal with it, including you.

“I think she just was referring to the horse tranquilizer Kendall shoved up his ass that party.” Roman tried to save you from any more scrutiny from his own father.

“I don’t give a rats ass what Kendall did...” Logan finally took a pause. He seemed to be thinking of what his next move could possibly be. “Get them here now and if they don’t agree to anything below 60, they can fuck off.” This was our cue to leave the room. Logan had a way of dismissing people. He just went cold and silent. Once he did, you had about 30 seconds to leave before he erupted again. Roman nodded before standing up straight and leaving. “Got it.” You followed.

“I’ll get them on the phone right now.” You quietly spoke before giving them another call. Once you reached them, you handed the phone off to Roman. You managed to get them right before Logan was going to leave for work, which could be a relief if Roman was able to make the deal.

Once they got there, it was your time to be the little assistant that did whatever they asked and stayed quiet. You brought drinks to the table and sat behind Roman, take notes and drafting a contract up.

“Look, my dad’s upset. He originally meant to pay you guys 40. And he doesn’t appreciate getting a dick shoved up his ass. He’s especially pissed that you even backed out in the first place.” He tried to reason. He tried to make it sound as if they lost their deal, which would be a blow on them. They needed to sell something. If they didn’t, they would just end up going to another company, which they maybe planned to. After backing out, they went into talk with Pierce. But Pierce didn’t know movies and have the advertising Waystar had. “I can maybe get my dad to convince me to pay for it for 50.” He sighed. They went back in forth in negotiating before finally landing onto 52.

You printed out a contract, Roman leaving you with them as you made them sign away the rights to their business. This felt so scummy to you. Again, you practically work for the devil. Except the devil had an even worse and scarier father. You grabbed the papers when they finished and cleaned up the room before seeing them out of the door.

Roman never saw these small companies as anything big, but you made him feel like he had just bought his dads arch nemesis’s company. As if it was an important deal. In reality Waystar could’ve done or done without the company, but the fact he even got it and you were proud of him for it, made all of it worth it. He proudly went to tell his dad. His dad just looked up at him and nodded before going back to his work. That was the only kind of attention Logan would even give in this situation. But it was enough for Roman. And more important to Roman was to see Kendall watch Castello walk out.

“What was that? Why are they here?” Kendall asked.

“I bought them out.” Roman smiled, gloating in his brothers’ face. “Ya, they said something about me being the hotter and funnier one. Oh, and dad said you’re fired. And you’re adopted.” He was so proud. And it was all thanks to you.

Note: i apologize for adding Logan into this so soon. and with this apology, i'm going to be whipping out my ukulele and singing about it.

Chapter 5

#roman roy #succession #succession hbo #kendall roy #roman roy fanfic #shiv roy #roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #hbo succession #succession fanfic #tom wambsgans #siobhan roy #hbo max #hbo original #hbo series #greg hirsch #connor roy #logan roy

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winged-self-indulgence · 8 months ago

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“Don’t move, Dove,” Z’s hands planted themselves between your shoulder-blades. They were warm, wide palms spanning from side to side while the pads of their fingers brushed sweetly, dotingly, possessively over the curve of your throat where your pulse beat a sudden, shrill, staccato rhythm – their favourite place to bite. To mark. To claim.

The sensation was followed by the soft threat of sharp nails gently caressing down the arc of your spine all the way to the small of your back. You might have shifted away if you could, but Z’s legs were planted on either side of your hips; the demon looming like a thunderstorm over your defenseless form. Prey caught in the jaws of a predator, meat on a butcher’s block, a feast spread out on a table. You didn’t have to look to picture their dark tongue dragging over their upper lip as they surveyed you with all the arrogance of a marquis lording over their territory, deciding what part of you to devour first.

You let out a whimpering sigh, perhaps to say something, but Z’s arm wrapped around your waist while the other hand tapped your open mouth with a pointer finger. “Aw, those sounds. You’re so fucking cute, doll, and I haven’t even done anything yet,” the demon brought his head side by side with yours, and you couldn’t bring yourself to so much as twitch in their direction. Not when you could feel those hellfire-bright eyes burning a hole through the side of your face, threatening to incinerate you entirely. Lips burning like a brand nuzzled beneath the thin skin beneath your ear, hot air washing over your neck with every breath the demon took. “Maybe I should leash you to my bed. You would look so lovely with a collar, don’t you think so Dove? Or perhaps a cage would suit you better. My helpless, pretty little pet.”

Annoyed, you opened your mouth a little wider and caught the tip of Z’s finger between your incisors. Your teeth were nothing compared to his, but skin was skin, and to your surprise this form bled no differently from a human. Blood stained the corner of your lips as the demon pulled their injured hand out of your mouth and up to their face, seemingly studying the bleeding lines. They matched the ones around yours, albeit on the wrong finger.

You were silently congratulating yourself on your victory when you became aware of Z’s breathing; slow, shuddering breaths growing faster with every exhale until finally you heard it: a low, dark, and utterly ominous laugh.

“Oh, is that how it is?” You barely had enough time to try and scramble to your knees in a misbegotten effort at escaping before the arm wrapped around your hips tightened like a vice. The lips that had been content to whisper planted themselves at the base of your jaw in a mockingly soft kiss, a prelude to the teeth already teasing at your flesh. “Where are you running off to, Dove? You wanted to play, so let’s play.”

#hhhhhhh the coffee did not fix my brain we are stuck #favor vn

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keter-kannot · 2 months ago

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MINORS DNI

WE ARE BACK AGAIN WITH MORE OF ANON'S ABSOLUTLEY BANGER COMM IDEAS 😫😫😫 thank you SO much, you wonderfully amazing kin of freakville 😌

After approaching Minthara alone at the goblin camp, things take a turn towsrds... Abdirak's torture chamber.

tw: DD:DNE, noncon, dubcon, s*x torture, impact play, sado/masochism, PinV, triple penetration, LOTS of blood, knives/blades, breathplay, gags, choking

!!!!!!!!THIS IS A DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT PIECE!!!!!!!!!

Word count: ~6.6k

It didn’t take nearly as long to infiltrate the Goblin camp as you initially thought; with a few sly words and the right kind of valor when you falsely praised the Absolute, they all but let you waltz right in! Who would’ve thought? Possibly your Dream Guardian, for one.

You didn’t let that take away from the severity of your objective, though. While a small group of goblins could be dispatched with ease, this place was goblin city. You weren’t alone, but you still knew you and your companions had to play your hand carefully here, or it could all go to shit. Still, you couldn’t help but smirk just a bit at yourself after leaving Priestess Gut’s room, knowing one of the three goblin leader’s had been dealt with.

Of course, finding Halsin was the main goal. There was too much happening for you to even think about taking the place down, but the closest thing to a cure for the tadpole swimming through your skull was some old druid they had locked in a cage somewhere throughout this maze of a church’s remains.

Shadowheart sighed beside you, trudging along in your wake. The fallen Selunite temple must have seemed extra warm to her as the beads of sweat continued to drip from her forehead.

“We just have to find the warg pens,” you muttered, nodding a bit, “and escape with Halsin. From there, we should–”

“This place is massive,” she whispered, gesturing around the echoing stone walls, “It would be faster if we split up. No need to fight the goblin hoard if we could sneak him out alive and run, no?”

Astarion chuckled a bit to himself, butting in. “I’d have to agree with our bitter friend, just this once.”

You took a moment to look towards Gale, who simply shrugged in compliance before adding, “I can be stealthy.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you pulled your companions off to the side, going over the few scraps of information you had. You’d decided to scout the place out and report back in ten minutes time, hoping to avoid more relentless searching.

“And there’s two leaders left: Dror Ragzlin and Minthara,” you said, looking from one companion to the next, “Don’t try to take them on alone. Once Halsin is freed, we’ll come back with the force of the grove and be done with the damn mess, and the tieflings can go on their way.”

With a brief roll of his eyes at the mention of the refugees, Astarion slunk into the shadows. Shadowheart and Gale mixed with their surroundings as their spells were cast, and you swallowed the seemingly tasteless potion and looked down at your hands to make sure you couldn’t be seen.

For just a moment, you went over the rooms and halls you’d already seen, trying to map out the maze in your head. First the makeshift throne, or… branding? room, then up to the left towards the room you’d just come from, and the makeshift torture room you’d freed the prisoner from just moments ago, then out towards some goth freak who was flogging himself, then back around to–

It all got too mixed up in your head. You looked around, making sure you remembered the spot you said you’d all come back to, and took one tentative step after another down the cold stone halls, off to the right where you’re almost sure you haven’t been yet. You let your unseen hand trail along the rough wall, your fingertips gently rubbing against the stone as you made your way around one corner and through the next.

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest as you tried but failed to push the thought of what had happened when you’d first arrived from your mind. There was something nagging at you, trying to explain to you that something was… different, somehow. The few questions you threw towards Shadowheart proved pointless; maybe she truly didn’t know what it was that she carried. Whatever the case may be, there was something bigger happening that even the guardian visiting in your dreams wouldn’t explain. You could feel it. For all the times you’d sworn to yourself never to get your hopes up, you found yourself truly praying at the idea of Halsin being able to cure you.

But you knew, deep down, that this wasn’t going to be the end of it all. You could still feel the ringing, taste the acidity of the voice you heard, and all but feel the wave of acceptance and peace washing over you as it faded away. That was something completely out of your control, but who was in control of it all? Who was the Chosen the voice spoke of?

The stone beneath your feet became wood as you traversed one chasm, then another. You heard faint voices slowly becoming louder as you rounded yet another corner, your hands gripping at the stone wall you had yourself bent behind. You could barely make out the shadowy figures as you inched towards them, trying to get close enough to listen to what was being said before the invisibility wore off.

“Your scouting party has not returned, and half of the prisoners escaped your guards,” you made out, the drow slamming her fist on the makeshift desk covered in paperwork as she continued to scold the goblins at her feet.

They mumbled their apologies with scared breaths, trying their hardest to stand their ground as she continued to berate them.

“Sorry, Mistress. We mucked up,” they muttered.

It didn’t take long for you to gather what she was after–entrance to the grove you’d so kindly been allowed to seek refuge in.

Of course, you thought, all the pieces slowly coming together. This was Minthara, the drow leader of the goblins, who was searching for something hidden within the grove. The man you’d freed earlier–the unfortunate adventurer abandoned by Aradin—was her latest victim she was trying to wring the location from.

She has to know where Halsin is.

“Until their sanctuary is found,” she said, her voice vibrating with clear conviction, “I will take something precious from you every hour that passes.”

You took a deep breath, shaking your head as you chuckled to yourself at the thought of you approaching her alone, just as you told your companions not to do. But there was too much at stake, too much on the line, and Minthara seemed to be the one to have all the information you needed. I mean, you managed to talk your way right into the camp, so how hard could talking your way to Halsin be, right?

You tucked yourself back behind the wall and waited, listening to the voices as you let the seconds tick by. Minthara threatened her underlings by listing all the precious things she would take from them until they’d completed their task. Eventually, the potions effects had completely subsided, and you were back to being seen.

You cleared your throat as you played with the dagger’s hilt hidden at your side, taking a deep breath and stepping loudly on the wooden bridge, making sure they heard you coming.

Her eyes bore into you as you took one step after another, trying your hardest not to cower as your gaze met her own. The goblins quickly scampered off to the side, making themselves busy as Minthara gave you a hard and long once-over, taking in your presence before scoffing.

Her thoughts mingle with yours, a cold hand caressing your brain. As soon as the feeling sent a shock up your spine, you knew you had made an extremely grave mistake.

The chamber melted away to reveal a dark, endless nowhere. In it, you saw a vision–the drow listening as a pale-eyed young woman whispered in her ear.

One of those the voice spoke of, you thought, One of the Chosen. The vision faded away as quickly as it’d come.

You felt the fear creeping up your body, trying your hardest to keep your thoughts empty of the things you’d seen, places you’d been. Why you hadn’t suspected her to have a tadpole was beyond your best guesses now. You bit your lip, waiting.

“A True Soul?” she spoke, her voice thick like velvet as her Menzoberranzan accent bounced atop each word. “Are you here to join my hunt?”

The expectation on her face was just as clear as her stark demand for respect. She held herself with a sort of valor, her posture radiating authority. You could still feel that cold tingle of your parasites communicating, unsure of what yours was telling hers.

“A hunt?” you muttered, stumbling over your words as you fought against your thoughts of Halsin, finding a cure, the relic, the Absolute… “What’s the target?”

Your anticipation was starting to churn in the pit of your stomach. “Worshippers of a false God,” she proclaimed, eyeing you, “Their existence is an insult to the Absolute’s claim on this region.”

You found yourself nodding along.

“There is a weapon the Absolute seeks–I’m sure those wretches have it hidden away there. We will find it, amongst the dead and the ashes.”

You all but miss it, but you could see the twitch of power radiating in her eyes. Her excitement was palpable. She lingered on thoughts of victory, of unbelievers blood spilled…

And the weapon. She would claim it in the Absolute’s name.

You can’t stop the bits and pieces of incomplete thoughts flooding your mind.

The weapon–the artefact that Shadowheart carries–the same one that protected us from the influence of the Absolute when we entered the camp…

Your anxiety was palpable, your heartbeat thudding heavily in your ears. You focused on Minthara’s gaze, the way she looked at you, the pressure she had put on the response you’ve yet to give her. The blood staining her gloves seemed more prominent as the fear grew within you, pushing down any and all thoughts of all the things you didn’t want her to know.

The cultists cannot discover that the weapon they seek is within their grasp.

She gave you another once-over. “The thief whimpering in our dungeon tried to flee to their sanctuary,” a spark lit her eye, a smirk adorning her lips, “We will continue to remove parts of him until he tells us exactly where it is.” She took a short breath, “He’s been quite resilient, but he’ll talk,” she muttered, more to herself than to you.

Thoughts of the grove came in and out of your mind, knowing this was the place she was seeking. Your brows furrowed as you thought of not thinking of the things you were already thinking about, the fear in your gut all but boiling over as your mind churned and churned and…

You had already begun to feel her mind closing in on yours as you struggled with your thoughts.

The Tieflings, you thought, they must be warned. If they all banded together…

“Speak, True Soul,” Minthara spat, her gaze growing darker as she took a small yet powerful step closer to you. “The hunt must begin soon.”

There was a pressure digging at the base of your skull, the painfully sharp cold shooting through you as your mind was forced open amongst all its anxiety. Your hands shook as you tried but failed to think of something, anything else, to no avail.

Halsin… Weapon… Grove… Absolute… Cure…

The pounding pressure in your head shifted, the heat of her searing cold gaze ravaging through the meagre defences you’d placed, showing her everything you wanted to keep from her; everything she wanted to see: all except for the gate of the Grove itself.

“Ah,” she hummed, her voice mellow, refusing to quaver amongst such excitement, but you couldn’t miss it in her eyes, “You seem to have acquired the information we’ve been seeking.”

She took another solid step, slowly starting to make her way around you. You could feel her stare ruminating on the back of your head and your eyes squeezed shut as you tried with all your might to push her will away from your own. Your two tadpoles seemed to dance, hers evading yours as you struggled to close the mental connection.

A slow, deep chuckle came from deep within Minthara’s core. “I’ll give you one chance, True Soul–one–” she said, leaning in closer to you, “to redeem yourself and tell me all.”

She gripped your shoulder from behind, her fingers clamping tight around your armor and pushing hard into soft skin. You tried to still your shaking, tried to hold your thoughts together, tried to keep yourself from–

Minthara’s mind pushed deeper into your own. She barreled through the ruminating fear with a force you’d never felt before, the very essence of your mind being scrambled by her psychic connection. She tore through your thoughts, your memories, your emotions, sifting through the blood you’ve spilled, people you’ve lied to, oaths you’ve broken. Your body shook with the tension and your teeth ground together with the rage of her persistence.

“Get… get out of my head!” you yelped, turning to face with some sort of defiance.

She laughed at your sad attempt, gesturing towards the few goblins who had begun watching the scene unfold before them. Her hand tightened its grip on your shoulder, the hunger in her eyes seemingly growing with each passing second.

“Tell Loviatar’s Priest we have another prisoner joining our ranks in the cells,” she said, “A True Soul who refuses to cooperate. His expertise will be needed.”

You could feel the slow withdrawal of her parasite before she severed the connection, leaving the ice-cold abyss of mental destruction in your mind's wake. You fumbled over your attempt to voice resistance, shuddering under Minthata’s grip.

“Speak now, True Soul,” she murmured against your ear, “or suffer the consequences of what it looks like when I have to take what I want.”

She shook her head as she watched you tremble, your eyes widening as you somehow managed to block another attempt she made to get inside your head. For just a moment, you thought of all the possibilities, before remembering the dagger at your side.

Your arm seemed to fling to action before the thought finished forming in your head, but Minthara proved to be more honed in her battle skills. There was a sudden grab and twist as she yanked the knife from your hand by its blade, a sharp jab to your side that sent you doubling over, and a swift knock to the head that had your vision fading to black.

—

This wasn’t like the other dream. You felt yourself restrained in a seemingly endless void, your body held firm against cold, hard stone. You tried to lift your head to see, but couldn’t. Your breath was heaving in your chest, hot steam rising from your mouth against the cold around you. For a while, you heard nothing but the rushing of your own blood in your ears as your mind ran rampant with what you thought Minthara would do to you.

Then… that voice. That familiar, protective voice. Your Guardian.

“Do what must be done,” they spoke.

“Help me, then!” your voice called, so quiet compared to the other; so meaningless. “You’ve rivaled the Absolute–”

“I’m not inclined to intervene if your life does not hang in the balance.”

You scoffed, all but screaming at nothing. “Can’t you do something?” you shouted, “Tell the others where I am! Tell them to–”

“No,” their voice boomed.

“Where are you?!” You asked, frantically trying to fight against your restraints, thrashing against nothing as you were held in place, “Untie me!”

“I protect your mind from the influence of the Absolute,” they started, “but nothing more. The rest… all I can do is watch, and hope to enjoy what I see.”

—

There was a gentle sort of soothing embrace to your skin as you awoke, the throb in your head subsiding. There was a deep breath as you tried to stretch your arms, then–

“Now,” Minthara spoke. Your eyes snapped open, your stomach turning over on itself as you went over your dream Guardian’s words, the blood draining from your face.

Minthara paced before you, your eyes level to her waist. The brisk sound of her boots hitting the floor punctuated the repeating rhythmic slap of soft leather against worn skin. You tried to crane your head to get a better view of her, only to realize something tight around your neck keeping you in place. You struggled against the metal, going to reach for it to find your wrists and ankles bound to the splintering wood of the apparatus they had you splayed upon.

You tugged and pulled at the metal cuffs holding you in place to no avail, your skin turning red at the twisting and pulling. Your arms were splayed to either side before you, just as your legs, as you rested upon the center of the… chair? Stool? You struggled against it, feeling the old, groaning wood chip away and splinter.

You felt them pricking your stomach, chest, hips, and flushed deeply with rage as you realized you’d be stripped. There was a disgusting sort of new fear brewing deep within you, the weight of Minthara’s steps meaning something new. You opened your mouth to scream, tasting the slick, burnt hunk of leather shoved deep into your throat. You gagged on the resistance to your call for help, thrashing harder against the wood beneath you and swearing at your captor behind the gag.

“You’ll get your chance to give me the information and beg for my mercy after we’ve begun,” she all but spat. She bent herself forward, letting her eyes meet yours.

You could taste your rage; the acidic bile flaming hot within you, your eyes blaring as you struggled against everything that held you still. Your skin screamed with the splinters and chaffing, only fueling your anger even more. And she was right there, so very close and yet just out of reach…

“Struggling makes no difference,” Minthara giggled to herself, nodding towards the other figure in the room. His lean frame came into your range of view as Minthara stood up straight, rolling her shoulders back and taking a deep breath.

“Shall we begin, my lady?” the man asked. You could hear the sick smile as his lips started to curl.

Minthara turned, addressing someone you couldn’t see off to the side of the room. “You’ve retrieved what I’ve asked for?”

The hurried rasps of “yes, ma’am, praise the Absolute, mistress,” told you of a few goblins off in the corner, awaiting Minthara’s instructions.

She hummed a short approval, nodding to the lean figure dressed dark standing in the shadows. “Make her beg,” she said.

There was no time for thought, no time to grow tense with anticipation; he hit you like a beast set free from its cage, howling as he watched you struggle against the pain he inflicted.

There was one sharp smack after another, the cold metal tips of what must be a worn leather flogger raking against your bare skin each time he brought his arm down. He swung with a reverence, his appetite for your pain only growing with each groan and whimper stifled behind the drool-covered gag.

The stinging of the hard metal became a fiery burn the longer he continued. Your body shuddered with each strike, the short wave of pain lasting longer each time. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, unaware of the tears trailing down your cheeks as you braced against his continued onslaught.

His words of praise only fed your rage more.

“The pain you suffer will cleanse you,” he droned, his voice seemingly sweet and full of subtlety; a love poem for the pain behind each word.

You’d muffle out a cry, only for him to take a moment to wipe away a stray tear.

“Your voice sings so sweetly to Loviatar, dear one,” he mumbled, smiling as he pressed his forehead to your own before standing once again, his hips swaying before your face as he began striking you once again.

You didn’t feel the skin splitting, flaying, leaking precious blood upon the rotten cobbled floor. The sobbing became a silent stream of tears as you slowed your struggling; you centered yourself, knowing that if you could just make it through the lashings–

“Start with that one,” Minthara’s voice cut through the haze of pained thoughts.

This time, you braced yourself. Your blood splattered the walls behind and in front of you as Loviatar’s Priest lifted the flogger again and again, flinging chunks of your flesh along with it. You wracked your mind for all the different torture devices she could possibly have in stock, trying to prepare yourself for the ungodly amounts of pain.

“She’s here for information, Abdirak,” Minthara said, disgust tainting her voice, “not to worship your… lady of pain,” she scoffed.

He tutted softly, his sick smile never wavering, “All may know Her embrace, even if forced,” he mumbled, his small laugh echoing throughout the room and mixing with your heavy breaths.

With another hefty smack of the flog, you went tense: Minthara’s cold, nimble fingers had started trailing up your inner thigh.

Your eyes were opened, your vision blurred by the ceaseless tears, even through the numbness of now useless skin.

“Remove her gag,” she spoke, Abdirak happily complying. His rough hands were warm compared to the freezing touch of Minthara’s fingers inching further and further up your thigh, a shudder running through you.

You gasped as the gag was removed, drool dripping from your chin as you spat towards the ground. You didn’t dare speak; wouldn’t dare give them what they wanted.

“I’ll give you one last chance, True Soul,” Minthara barked, the harshness of her voice not at all matching her gentle touch, “tell me the location of the druid’s hidden sanctuary, and the Absolute may show you mercy yet.”

You pressed your lips firmly together, setting your eyes straight ahead, letting your vision continue to blur as you stopped blinking away your tears. You thought to scream, but fought the urge–it’d be useless, nobody would hear you.

The momentary silence stretched, Minthara’s hands climbing higher and higher. She gripped you, pressing her sharp nails into supple skin.

“It seems our dear one would rather accept more of Loviatar’s embrace,” Abdirak all but giggled, turning to the side to hand the flogger off to a goblin, who replaced it with a thin, heavily-wound rope.

Minthara grunted, “So it seems.”

You pulled against your restraints as you felt the quick, sharp pressure of something thick slamming itself deep inside of you, a jagged set of hard nubs placed around the body of it scraping against the walls of your cunt.

Your teeth ground together as you suppressed your groans of pain. Every muscle felt as though it was on fire, rage burning through your veins with a purpose and heat you’d never known before. You felt yourself tighten around whatever she shoved inside of you, your mind swirling with a horrible mix of the pain you’d been receiving and the pleasure you didn’t want. Your thoughts vibrated in your skull as your sobs met helpless ears.

“Hand me another,” Minthara’s brisk words wafted straight through your skull. Your head dropped low, your tears staining the dirt beneath you. You watched Abirak’s dirty, bloodstained boots walk away, hearing him step behind you to join Minthara.

There was a soft, warm pressure leaning over your back from behind, Abdirak’s breath hot on the base of your skull as he took the thin rope he held and looped it once, then twice around your neck. Then, the soft clink of the collar holding your head in place being undone. You tried to lift yourself up only to feel the gentle pressure of a hand guiding you back down.

“Don’t struggle now, dear one,” he said, “You’ll know when to struggle when we start tugging.”

Minthara gripped your inner thigh with more force, her nails breaking skin and drawing blood. Her other hand led her fingers between your folds, pushing apart your already swollen lips, stretching you wide with a strength you didn’t know a single hand could have.

You went to suck in a deep breath as you felt Minthara pulling you apart, and Abdirak yanked on the hard, rough rope, pulling it tight around your neck and making you gasp for a breath you couldn’t catch.

“Where is the Grove?” Minthara asked, the slight betrayal of excitement resounding in her monotone question.

You weren’t trying to speak, but you struggled, anyway. Your breaths were jagged and shallow as the priest tightened the chord, bringing more hot tears to your eyes as you gagged and frothed, your vision starting to close in on you.

Your stomach tightened, your vision blurring, until there was sudden slack let on the rope. You coughed and spat and swallowed large gasps of air, your throat feeling raw.

“Tsk” Minthara tutted, “you want more?”

The moment you heard the shuffle of Abdirak going to pull the rope, you gasped for a breath. The raging tingle of numbness had started spreading from your restraints and trailing up your arms and legs as you continued your thrashing and fought yet again, knowing you wouldn’t win. Your head was pounding, the sound of your rushing blood starting to still in your ears as you approached blackout yet again, your movement stilling, that familiar pleasing tightness somehow managing to wind itself up in your core as your walls clenched tight around Minthara’s torture toy.

Your vision had all but completely faded before Abdirak released the chord yet again, bringing on another onslaught of painful coughs and gags. There was more sharp pain between your legs.

You cried out, causing another fit of deep coughing. Minthara’s hard thrust made you quiver, your legs quaking as she reached forward and laid a cold finger on your clit, pressing hard as she made one tiny circle after another.

They let you catch your breath, watching your chest slow as it slowly came back to you between your coughing. You felt trails of blood running from your raw back, the hot stench of iron permeating your lungs. Your eyes fluttered with Minthara’s demeaning touch, causing your cunt to tighten around the rough objects inside of you as that coil tightened more and more.

There was a slight shift to the feel of the rope, the weight of it transferring from one set of hands to another clear in the way it rubbed against the rash forming against your neck. You whimpered against the pain, the fresh bruises starting to throb.

Minthara managed to quicken her pace, the power given to her to tug on your reigns fueling her desire to make you fall apart. She was playing with you, taunting you; she pulled it left, right, before yanking it tight, letting out a maniacal little giggle as she reveled in your forced compliance.

Your drool dripped down your chin, mixing with the blood that had pooled on the floor beneath you. You could feel your cunt tighten, slowly pushing out whatever was–

Minthara quickly rectified the situation, relenting on her assault of your clit and folds to grab another blunt object to shove deep inside while pulling, pulling, tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter on the chord, skin slowly starting to snap beneath the hard rope as your eyes began rolling to the back of your head.

You wretched, begged, gagged for a breath, thinking the last thing you’d feel before death would be Minthara’s cold finger once again gracing your clit, only for her to give the chord more slack.

“Where is the grove?” she asked again, ever so slowly starting to tighten the rope before you’d even stopped coughing, not giving you enough time to catch a breath to answer.

The heat building inside of you made you want to be sick, knowing that the pain would leave you floating in such a wretched place of ecstacy. You ground your teeth, bit your lip, pulled harder against your restraints and squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the breath start to escape you again, the heat bursting in your core as you came undone on the torturer’s table.

Your eyes rolled back as your body convulsed, your walls clenching and releasing over and over, your cunt gripping the ribbed and studded edges as they pushed up against your walls, your cervix, stretching you to your limits. As you quivered and shook, you could all but swear you felt something tearing.

You barely heard yourself crying, barely felt the tears, but heard Abdirak’s laugh of praise clear as a summer’s day.

“Oh, yes, sweet child!” he exclaimed from behind you. There was a sudden whisk through the air before you felt the hard leather tip of a crop smacking hard against the very place Minthara’s fingers were just moments ago.

The priest slowly found a rhythm in his new method of assault, Minthara stepping away from behind you to mumble something to the goblins in the corner. Your face burned bright with your rage and embarrassment, your shame flooding through the room and palpable on the tongues of everyone present. Abdirak took a calloused hand and pushed whatever was inside of you deeper still, giving himself a better angle from behind to continue wrecking your already ruined clit.

You flinched with every strike, pulling hard against the cord wrapped around your neck. You were so lost in the constant stimulation to that poor precious spot of your pussy that you found yourself floating higher, higher, harder, tighter, only to cum again. You hardly felt Minthara removing the rope from your neck and discarding it to the floor.

Abdirak pushed harder from behind you, his hits growing faster, more desperate. He cooed his praise, “Let the pain bring you the most carnal of pleasures, my dearest.”

Minthara scoffed. “She’s yet to speak,” she snapped. You watched her pace before you, barely making out the sharp-tipped strap bobbing along with her steps through your tears.

“Take them out, pain priest, and step aside,” she bent forward, the solid clunk of metal against metal working together as she unclipped the restraints from either of your wrists.

The throbbing from where you’d been so tightly held only got worse as the blood was able to finally rush back into your fingers. You winced at the sudden ache of the deep bruises, ever so slowly starting to shake some feeling back into your fingertips amongst your stupor. The relief was short, too fleeting for any sort of reprieve, but for just a moment, they’d both stopped their assaults on your body.

As soon as the sharp tingling began to subside in your fingers, Minthara had gripped you under the arms on either side and hoisted you upright. Your ankles were still bound to the now blood-stained torture stool, your body completely limp as its weight was hoisted up against her own.

Whatever was inside of you was yanked out as quickly as the massive strap was shoved in. You barely even yelped, only whimpering a bit at the impact the once-sharp metal tip had against your already bruised cervix.

“Tell me what I need to know, and all of this may end,” she murmured against the shell of your ear, her hot breath feeling rancid against your skin.

Your mouth, as it had before, remained shut, except to yelp in pain or cry out a pitiful sob.

She huffed out a breath, beginning her relentless thrusting.

Each hit of the tip inside of you sent a shockwave of pain up your spine, your chest heaving as you gritted your teeth against the neverending pain. Whatever had been torn before was only tearing more, the size of the strap comparable to a goblin’s full arm.

You fought against that heat building up again in your core.

Abdirak had rummaged in the corner of the room near the goblins before stepping back before you, his eyes aglow as he watched the suffering Minthara inflicted upon you. “Tell the drow what she needs to know, dear one,” he all but sang, the lilt in his voice matching in lust to the bulge in his pants, “or I’ll have to show you more of Loviatar’s grace by carving her love into your… succulent skin,” he mumbled, sucking in a deep breath as he seemed to revel in the taste of your pain.

You pressed your eyes shut tight, saying nothing. The pounding in your head only grew with its ferocity, your skull vibrating with each rapid slap of Minthara’s hips against your ass. You felt everything inside of you moving, shifting as she plummeted deeper into you. You clenched your hands to fists at your sides, only for her to reach a hand up to wrap around your swollen, chafed neck.

She began to squeeze with a force even the tightness of the rope couldn’t bring. You quickly grabbed hold of her arm and attempted to claw your way through her leather armor to no avail. Your eyes snapped open as you tried to fight for another breath, only to see Abdirak inching closer with the sharp blade.

“Speak, disciple!” he proclaimed with madness, taking the edge of the blade to the top of your shaking breasts, letting it break skin as you bouned with each thrust, Minthara’s rhythm pushing you again and again into the blade.

It was sharp enough for there not to be a burn, but the slow, emanating pulse of a deep cut.

He pulled away only to bring the blade to your waist, squatting down above the bloody, splintered chair before you to feast his eyes upon the bulge protruding at your naval as Minthara kept her pace, her grip on your throat starting to shake with the rage in her veins as you once again approached the precipice of both another orgasm and unconsciousness.

The design lacked intricacies for the continued quickening pace, but Abdirak made up for it in size, spanning from one hip to another, and coming to a cross at your sternum, where the blood was flowing thickest. As he worked on his masterpiece amidst Minthara’s constant pounding and laughing, your voice finally found itself silenced, your screams and sobs nothing but whispered begging from the back of your broken throat.

Your dripping streams of tears fell upon Abdirak’s canvas, the strokes of each cut stinging where the salt of them mixed with your blood. The puddle of it growing at Minthara’s feet would almost be impressive if it weren’t your own.

You didn’t feel him stop his carving, but managed to see him stand before you again through your tears. You’d stopped retching for breaths, stopped fighting against the assault; you’d gone limp against Minthara’s pumping, held in place by nothing by the restraints at your ankles and her hand gripping your throat, keeping you upright.

He must have seen something in your eyes as they slowly began to go lifeless again at the lack of air, giving Minthara a nod.

“They have… resilience,” he spoke, smirking at his words, “and have managed to find their pleasure amongst this pain,” he giggled.

“We may have managed to get them to come apart,” she said, slowing her thrusts ever so slightly as she let out a deep huff, “but to not yet have broken her.”

Abdirak let a hand grace your lolling head, caress your drool and blood stained cheeks. “Perhaps a short reprieve, if only to let her gain more respect for her pain.”

Minthara grunted, coming to a short halt and ever so slightly relenting with her grip around your neck. For the moment, you were all but skewered upright against her by nothing but the strap protruding from your stomach.

“You!” she shouted, giving a sharp turn of her head towards the goblins in the corner, bouncing you around again as she moved and making you whimper yet again as you limply started to sag forward.

While you couldn’t see it, the goblins seemed more than eager for their moment to prove their worth to their new drow leader.

“Open the doors,” Minthara ordered, releasing her grip on your throat and letting your limp body slam itself against the wooden apparatus, knocking whatever wind was left in you straight from your lungs.

They saluted and answered with crisp “yes, ma’am’s!” as they turned the handle of the door, a small horde of their kin awaited on the other side.

There were gentle clinks of metal coming undone as Minthra began removing the strap. “The Absolute requires information from this prisoner,” she spoke clearly, addressing her ugly congregation as their mouths started to salivate at the sight of you. “She is yours to do as you must with in order to extract it. But if you kill her,” she said, a new sort of authority in her voice as she spoke of protecting your life, “I’ll sacrifice you to our Goddess myself.”

It was like a stampede as she gave them a nod, all of them rushing amongst and on top of one another as they clammored into the dark, cramped chamber. Their shrill cries of joy and screeches of laughter drowned out your sobs as they tore their clothes from their bodies and began ravaging you.

Too many climbed atop you in the chair, holding you down by the sheer weight of them all alone. Your legs were spread as far apart as the goblin’s could get them to go, a good dozen of them fighting amongst themselves as they all crammed one hard cock after another into your damaged cunt, the other half of them ripping your cheeks apart to have at your ass.

The sudden shift of weight and pressure had your sliced waist running back and forth against the splintered wood, the jagged cuts stretching as they caught on each broken piece. Your screams couldn’t be heard above their cheering, your cries silenced by their swears. It was when three of them shoved themselves down your throat all at once that you finally, finally, were graced with the sweet release of falling unconscious.

—

A calming warmth ran through you as you took a deep breath, the hard and swollen lump forming in your throat slowly fading away, being replaced with a rough scratch. You felt the cold stone beneath you and breathed in and out a few more times before daring to open your eyes.

“Can you stand?” Shadowheart asked. She was crouched before you, her eyes averted to the ground.

You shuffled against the stone, pulling shaking legs beneath you as you managed to pull yourself upright. Your head swam rampantly as the dizziness faded and was replaced with a rapid pounding, yet you still managed to get a solid look at your surroundings.

You groaned quietly, searching the room for some form of clothing to cover yourself with and landing on a few scraps the goblin’s had thrown off in their vigor. You shivered as you pulled them on.

“Where did you go? What happened?” Shadowheart whispered. You turned to face her, seeing a few of your companions in the open doorway behind you, a score of armed druids at their backs and an incredibly large bear in the center of their ranks.

You shook your head, your gaze darting throughout the room until it landed upon Minthara’s sleeping body: she must have come back to fight off the rampaging goblins, laying you comfortably on a rough slab to let you sleep off the last round of torture.

You watched her chest slowly rise and fall, the rhythmic pattern of being deeply asleep.

“Leave her,” you said, your voice rough, but there.

Shadowheart raised a brow, eyeing you up and down before shaking her head. “Are you… Are you certain?”

You nodded with conviction, limping past her and heading towards the door.

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Yandere!Toji Fushiguro x reader

Trade off

So i accidentally deleted the toji ask like an idiot im really sorry anon bestie:( you tried. I just failed.

Prequel and if enough ppl like it ill finish the fic i just wanna see how this does

(Yandere, breaking/entering, attempted plan to murder, etc, etc idk)

Living near the countryside has desensitized you to the thumps and crashes you’d hear at night. In the beginning you’d be paranoid, laying in your bed for hours before gathering the courage to step out of the room, trusty bat in hand, only to find a stray cat staring back, right beside an open window. Nowadays, you’re coolly shooing away whatever creature that finds their way in your home. Mostly it’s cats, sometimes you’d get the occasional bird or racoon.

The situation has happened so many times that you aren’t even surprised to hear the soft rattle that comes from your kitchen tonight. You’re already moving, rousing from your soft bed, grabbing your trusty broom ready to scare away whatever creature you’d find scurrying about your kitchen floor. A rat, most likely.

But the thing rustling through your fridge is no rodent, and you don’t recognize this man.

It doesn’t occur to you that you’re being robbed until half a second later. Mainly because of how casual this bizarre situation is. He’s rifling through your food like it’s normal and you’re the weirdo carrying the broom.

“Damn, there’s nothing here. Do you not eat or something?”

You assume he’s thinking out loud, but he glances back at you like he expected you there.

“I-I haven’t gotten the chance to go shopping this week,” You find yourself replying.

He gives a hum, slamming the fridge shut, standing to his full height and you’re instantly aware of how ill-prepared you are to fight him. He’s huge, not just in height. He looks better fit for a bodybuilder than a run-of-the-mill robber.

You left your phone upstairs. Why the fuck did you leave your phone upstairs?

You lower your broom, trying to make yourself seem as little threatening as you can. Your mind is running too fast to conjure any real thoughts, but the part of you that hasn’t completely broken down yet is telling you it’s better to avoid any confrontation. A distraction.

“There’s a TV in the next room,” You numbly point towards the living room, “It’s brand new….would probably go for a thousand.”

He barely seems interested, eyes flicking to glance over before going to you.

“That’s nice,” He waves your offer off, “But I’m not here to steal your stuff.”

“You’re…you’re not?” You reply weakly.

There’s a grin on his face, a touch away from being maniacal. His hand is brushing his hip, lightly playing with the hilt of a gun.

Oh.

Maybe it’s because you’re still half asleep, your brain isn’t working as efficiently, it takes you a bit longer to process his intentions. When it finally does, the realization hits you like a train. Your mouth gets dry, it suddenly feels so cold. Fear. You’ve never felt fear like this before.

You don’t notice the steps you take backward. He does. The man groans in something you can only discern as annoyance.

“Don’t do that,” He frowns, “Come on, I’m trying to be nice here. I can’t chase you around the house, I'm supposed to make it look like an accident.”

His nonchalance is terrifying. Like he’s done this before. He probably has. How many people has he murdered in their own homes? How many bodies does it take to be so calm around imminent death?

You don’t have time to wonder, not when something he said catches your attention.

“Were…were you hired to come here?”

His mouth twitches and it looks like he’s thinking. Finally, he shrugs, like the information he gives won’t really do anything to harm him.

“Yeah, some rich folk in the city. Can’t remember their names for shit though.”

Someone had a vendetta against you? Enough to want to kill you? Your mind is running through every single name, every quarrel you’ve had. Family members, friends, acquaintances. Nothing enough comes up.

Nothing is supposed to. Only crazy people hire hitmen.

And hitmen are even crazier.

You take another step back.

He takes another forward.

(End of prequel)

#yandere #yandere togi #togi x reader #dark toji fushiguro #Breaking and Entering #yandere toji fushiguro x reader #hitman toji fushiguro #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk #dark jjk #dark content

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itlivesproject · 2 years ago

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HELLO FRIENDS!! time for everyone’s favourite abel simp anon to kick off the finale weekend reactions :)

ps. this is quite long and there’s lots of swearing (i was very very excited, apologies😭)

OKAY HERE WE GO I AM SO EXCITED AND ALSO VERY NERVOUS OK WOO LETS GO

NO FUCKING WAY DID MATTHIAS KILL SILVIA - JAIL FOR THE WRITERS

guys we’re not even 2 minutes in slow down please

lincoln :(((( and abel too :( i think it’s time for matthias to unalive😀

“you could’ve easily done what matthias did” STOP

MATTHIAS ACKNOWLEDGING THAT ABEL IS IN LOVE WITH HER WAS NOT ON MY BINGO CARD

matthias leaving with a swish of his scarf is so on brand, that flamboyant twat

abel and lincoln friendship moment!!!! i love them so very much

…….noah? buddy? you can summon bats now? that’s pretty cool

all of that and we hasn’t even hit the intro sequence yet? damn

now who let connor out the cage🤨🤨

WE GOT THE WHOLE GANG HERE💪💪

the way you write matthias’s manipulation of jocelyn is so so good

AH ABEL PULLED US TO THE SIDE.. IF WHAT I THINK IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ACTUALLY HAPPENS… KISSES FOR ALL OF U

IT DID HAPPEN

I JUST RAN A VICTORY LAP AROUND MY ROOM

I AM SILENTLY SCREAMING

I LOVE ABEL AND I LOVE ALL OF YOU

i’m honestly surprised i haven’t cried yet (i’m sure you all know by now how easily i cry)

“you and me, ro, forever. we just have to make it to tomorrow” someone write that on my gravestone because i just died

GERTRUDE IS BACK

WE’RE IN THE FUCKING VOID???????

pretend-annie? not this little weasel again

listen, as much as i am a pacifist, who am i to stop connor from killing adrian? (bye bye!)

ok the speech devon gives to romanced connor finally got me to tears (this will definitely not be the last time i cry this chapter LMAO)

WE BROKE THROUGH TO CONNOR YES FINALLY

NOW PLAYING AS ABEL FLINT ??????????!!!?!?!?!?!?

LOLA!!!! she’s beautiful :(

oh god this is heartbreaking

well amalia is in a graveyard so this won’t go well

ITS HER OWN GRAVE???? (kinda giving a christmas carol - this is charles dickens’ legacy)

oh god is jocelyn gonna see cody’s body?

SHE’S HAUNTED BY HER YOUNGER SELF? you just love to put this poor girl through the ringer

lincoln’s turn, if you show me silvia i swear-

god dammit

back to rowan, nice!

loha is so pretty

SHE MADE US?

i am so excited for tomorrow WOW

i am so proud of this whole project and i really do love you all💓

-abel simp anon

This reaction post is EVERYTHING I swear. My highlight reel: Matthias’s swish of his scarf, you running a victory lap, and “if you show me Silvia I swear- god dammit”

Glad you’re enjoying yourself, hope next chapter doesn’t disappoint teehee 🤭

#ask #anon #mod win #abel simp anon #ilw spoilers

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empressawesomecoolness · 1 year ago

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Doctor Who: The Ultimate Speedrun Marathon - Series 3 (2007)

The semester’s keeping me busy but trust me I’m still trying to keep this speedrun going and get caught up on everything before May, so I’m glad to say I finally finished Series 3 yaaaaayyy! It was a lot of fun, especially in how it carried over from Series 2 into 10’s adventures with a new companion after Rose. Aight let’s get into it…

General Thoughts

Right off the bat, I loved Martha as a companion. Similar to Sylvester McCoy, I was familiar with Freema Agyeman from her stellar work on Sense8, so I was already a fan of her’s as soon as she popped up on screen. She’s got her own brand of intelligence and spunk that bounces off of 10 really well. Don’t get me wrong, I love that Rose was carried over from Eccleston’s tenure into Tennant’s, but I believe that Martha meeting 10 as he is for the first time in this series was beneficial to them building a better chemistry. Also, it’s great and refreshing to see the Doctor get his first black female companion in the show’s history. Overall, probably one of my fav companions so far, if not my favorite.

Not much to add in regards to David Tennant’s performance as the 10th Doctor, but I’ll heap praise anyways. He’s just as charismatic as he was last season, never phoning it in for even a second. All of 10’s big emotional and personality quirks can really be chalked up to Tennant’s clear love of the material, which was also apparent in the previous two Doctor actors I’ve covered thus far.

Besides the Doctor and Martha, Series 3 also had a really big moment that I was pleasantly surprised to see be built up so well: the return of The Master. Last time I saw that character in this speedrun watch-through, he was ‘90s Eric Roberts doing his best impression of an effeminate man. I was wondering how he’d inevitably return after his fate in the TV movie, so I genuinely felt the rug pulled out from under me when he was revealed to have been hiding right under my nose as Professor Yana in Utopia. Derek Jacobi played both the unassuming professor and the menacing Master really well, so props to him. As for his almost immediate successor, John Simm as the 7th Master, I must admit…. not really my thing. I will admit he had some great moments that made me truly hate him (which in turn made me like him more cuz well y’know he’s the villain duhh), but the over the top flamboyance just gave me major BBC Sherlock Moriarty vibes. idk, again I still haven’t seen the classic series in its entirety yet, so maybe that’s just how the Master is, but I’m inclined to believe Stephen Moffat is the common denominator in this specific characterization. Despite my criticisms tho, Simm’s chemistry with Tennant was really fun. Much more dynamic than the complete diva Paul McGann had to act off of.

Favorite Episodes

• Blink

• The Shakespeare Code

• The Lazarus Experiment

• Human Nature

• The Family of Blood

• Daleks in Manhattan

• Evolution of the Daleks

• Utopia

Favorite Moments

• The entirety of Blink was a really clever well done treat for me. It felt a lot like an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and it just played with Doctor Who’s version of time travel so well and to such great effect. The Weeping Angels are now some of the Doctor’s most iconic foes, which is well deserved because they are super memorable and scary as fuck. Also it was funny to see baby Carey Mulligan here lol

• The moment Professor Yana reveals himself to be The Master was so crazy cool. Like just a few seconds earlier when he started acting weird and jaded I was thinking “holy shit is he the Master he’s gotta be the Master” and I was right 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

• I appreciate that Martha mentions how William Shakespeare doesn’t look exactly like he does in the famous portraits we have of him. It’s still kind of a topic of speculation as to what exactly he looked like in his youth, so I liked that she’d pick up on that.

• “Come on. We can all have a good flirt later!” “Is that a promise, Doctor?” “Oh, 57 academics just punched the air.” I love this show

• They should induct Blink into the National Film Registry for preservation just for the introduction of the phrase “wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff” alone

• Captain Jack Harkness (great to see him back btw) is THE FACE OF BOE????????????????? not sure how to feel about that. points for creativity tho

• tryna just chill and watch The Lazarus Experiment then BOOM!!!!! MARK GATIS JUMPSCARE AHHHHHHHHH

• The sound of a militaristic drumbeat constantly playing in the Master’s head is a great motif. One of the things I did like about Simm’s portrayal was how well he got across the maddening effect of the drumbeat’s sound in his head.

• The series finale was soooo crazy. I loved how the consequences of the Master’s plan were shown to have been so hard to crack that it took a whole year for them to even get close to him. It really built up the Master as a new kind of villain for this revamped version of the show. Also, fucking good on Martha for busting her ass to travel the globe and gather the support of millions. She’s such a badass

• “Good old J.K.!” *thousand yard stare*

Alright, that about wraps it up for Series 3! I had a great time with this series, even if it took me a bit to get through. Time to crack on, though. Gotta keep this speedrun train going. Onto Series 4, which (for the most part) marks David Tennant’s final tenure as the 10th Doctor.

#doctor who #doctor who: the ultimate speedrun marathon #the tenth doctor #david tennant #martha jones #freema agyeman

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pxison · 2 years ago

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SEXY ABC

@medicus-mortem asked: A, E, I, and Q. [for Reiju x Law please!]

A ─ After care. Do they take care of each other after sex ? How ?

- Yes they do not skimp on the important stuff. Can’t just up and leave looking and feeling like a mess? At the very least there will be wet rags used if they are exhausted and if possible, a shower would be in order and a possible second round. Law probably insists on doing the cleaning though.

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ? Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ? Any experiments gone wrong ?

- I’m sure they can negotiate some new things into the bedroom such as Reiju finding out she is not so opposed to a little blade and blood play. One such experiment they could try at his behest would be her poison, see if he’d want to endure her special brand of aphrodisiac when they have enough time to enjoy its effects to the fullest. She’d even let him try something new too. (like his devil fruit perhaps?)

I ─ Infidelity. Has any of them ever cheated on their partner ? Whom have they cheated with ? If not, is it something they could do ? If yes, have they told them or has the other found out ? Could they forgive and forget ?

- If they are in a more serious relationship I think they’d both be very loyal to each other in not seeing anyone else. And I doubt either of them would consider doing so especially with all the bonding experiences they can go through. It’d be quite disrespectful to whatever they build up together and Reiju at least would be liable to lash out with deadly force if done to her.

Q ─ Questions. Is there anything they’d like to ask their partner, but never had the courage to ? Any questions they’d rather avoid ? Do they discuss everything as a couple, or are there any taboo themes ?

- Not really, I do not see either of them being particularly shy to discuss something. Reiju maybe if it’s on certain sensitive topics (Like Germa and her family). All most likely non-sexual discussions.

#medicus-mortem #🥀For Me?🥀Asks #🥀Perchance to Feel🥀Headcanons #xxx//nsfw #Suggestive cw #🥀 Toxic Hearts 🥀Law x Reiju

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url-is-under-construction · 4 years ago

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 ~ 𝐇.𝐋 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Based off the prompt: “𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭. 𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.”

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7K

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Swearing

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Family always came first to you. That’s why you moved to Tokyo with your baby brother despite being miserable every single day, until you met him.

If NYC was the city that never slept then Tokyo was it’s younger sibling who was constantly trying to outdo the elder child. You ignored your younger brother who sat beside you in the taxi, leaning your head against the window and admiring the bright neon lights that stood out against the black of the sky.

No stars were visible, and the noise of the city was audible from inside the taxi, grinding against your ears. You hated it.

“Y/n.” You yanked my head from the cool glass of the window, leaving it foggy in your absence as Sean gently called your name. “We’re here.”

It was then you noticed the taxi had come to a stop, in front of a small looking building.

“This is it?” You asked, only getting a nod and sigh in response as the two of you exited the small vehicle, him sighing loudly as he picked up the bags.

You approached the door and knocked, waiting impatiently as the city air bit and nipped at your rosy red cheeks and nose.

It opened, revealing the man you recognized to be your father. You took a step back, turning the volume of the music in your ears up and letting Sean do the talking. You observed as their mouths moved, and the door closed on the two of you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion before relaxing as it opened again.

This time he was fully clothed and a woman quickly scurried out from behind him, not giving any of you a second glance.

You pulled the earbud out, looking between your brother and father.

“Who was that?” You asked, following the two of them into the cramped building.

“A friend.” Your father responded sharply, before going over the ground rules and showing you to your rather small rooms.

The sleep was terrible that night. Unable to get comfortable on the thin mattress, and longing to be back at home in America. After all, you weren’t the child who had screwed up.

【~~~】

It took about three days for the reality of the situation you were in to settle in.

You were living in Tokyo. And you wouldn’t be returning home any time soon.

It was quite a rude shock when it finally hit you, and that’s when the tears every night started to pay visits.

You sure as hell weren’t the one who had fucked up, destroying not one but two cars, illegally racing and crashing through the frame of a house waiting to be built. No, that was Sean. But as usual you also had to pay for his mistakes and so off to Tokyo you went with him, leaving behind your friends, your family and your car.

It wasn’t like your mother was expecting you to live here forever with Sean. After all you were almost nineteen and very much so capable of making your own decisions.

She had wanted you to go with him for the first month though, not wanting him to be completely alone with no one but your father there for him, and by painting it out to be some exotic holiday she had convinced you to tag along.

It was a mistake.

Sean had started coming home later and later every night, adjusting well to life in the city. You on the other hand, had absolutely no friends, and despised your days with every fiber of your being. You had begun marking days off your calendar, counting down eagerly for the month to be over and for you to return home.

“I hate it here.” You shoveled food into your mouth, standing with your back against the counter of the kitchen as Sean absentmindedly filled a glass of water. “Why did I choose to come with you?”

“How would I know?.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed.

“You know if you hadn’t been so-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” He cut you off, rolling his eyes. “I get enough if that from Mom and Dad. Don’t need it from you too.”

His accent was far stronger than yours, and you mocked him, feeling defeated when he just rolled his eyes and turned back to his phone.

He read whatever was on the screen with a small smile on his face and nosily you leaned over, wanting to get a look.

“Fuck off.” He shoved your shoulder, still smiling.

“What’s got you looking all happy?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

He looked at you, a mischievous smile on his lips as you waited.

“How do you feel about going out tonight?”

【~~~】

Bodies crammed together in the parking garage, all surrounding the hundreds of cars parked in the lot. The immaculate paint jobs shined in the harsh neon lights, and most of them had their hoods up and their incredible engines on display, leaving your jaw on the ground every time.

You stuck close to Sean and Twinkie, feeling safer with your younger brother and his best friend. You felt intimidated by the gorgeous women who surrounded you, not that you were there to impress anyone. You were there for the cars.

The shitty 1990 Accord you had back in the states was nothing compared to the beasts that were parked in here.

You could feel vibrations in the ground, from the music and cars and it brought a small smile to your face as you walked through the swarm of people.

Sean’s eyes were scanning the crowd intently, clearly searching for someone.

He finally located who he was after and pulled you and Twinkie in the direction, his smile growing.

“There are some people I want you to meet.”

You were introduced to some faces you knew you wouldn’t remember, a gorgeous girl named Neela being one of the few you did.

You didn’t miss the way they looked at each other, or the way her boyfriend would possessively interrupt when you were talking to her, much to her dismay.

“And finally,” Sean said as you approached a man leaning back against his car, a small smirk on his face. “The one and only, Han.”

You flicked your eyes up to meet his, ignoring the way your breath slightly hitched in your throat.

He stuck his hand out to grasp yours, and you gripped it back with the same smirk he was wearing.

“Y/n.” You introduced yourself, not missing the way his eyes slowly traveled up and down your body. “I’m sorry about what my brother did to your car.”

His eyes returned to you, a smile on his face.

“It’s fine. Plenty of others sitting in that garage.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, his smile turning into a shy grin.

“Better keep Sean away from them then.” You teased, turning to your brother only to realize he had left.

You noticed him standing by Neela again, walking around her car while her boyfriend, Takashi, watched intently from afar.

“He’s in love. Has been since he saw her.” Han rolled his eyes, popping a chip into his mouth.

“Hard to see why he wouldn’t be.” You said. “She’s beautiful. Kind. Into cars.”

“And what about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you kind? Into cars?” He asked, following your eyes to Sean and Neela.

“You forgot beautiful.” You said with a small laugh as you moved to stand next to him, leaning against the Mazda RX-7 behind you. You were praying to god it was his car, otherwise the lucky owner would probably get very, very pissed.

“Nah.” He turned his head and looked down at you. “Don’t need to ask you that to figure it out.”

A blush crept into your cheeks and you couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face.

“Well, usually when someone is kind they don’t run around telling others about it.” Your eyes met his again. “And I love cars.”

He grinned at you, and you turned your head to look back at Sean.

A part of you wanted to play hard to get, but the other part knew that even after only five seconds of talking to this man you were fucking done for and he knew that as well.

“And what about you?” You copied his earlier words, elaborating when you saw his confused face. “Are you kind? Into cars? Beautiful?”

“Beautiful?” He scoffed. “Sweetheart I’m a damn model.”

You let out a laugh, feeling yourself relax.

“I was kind enough to not beat your brother to death after he totaled my car.” Han joked. “And as for cars-” He gestured to the garage, full of stunning, high performance cars capable of stealing your heart in a matter of seconds. “-I probably wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like them.”

“Yeah I suppose that was obvious.” You let out a content sigh. This was the first time you had forgotten about your little countdown, and also the longest conversation you had had with someone who you weren’t related to.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, admiring the cars that surrounded you for a few minutes before he turned back to you again.

“What are you doing here Y/n?”

Your head turned to his, your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, you think Sean doesn’t gush about his amazing older sister every chance he gets?” Han rolled his eyes at you like you were stupid.

“No. I find that very hard to believe.” You let out a small laugh. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Sean told me that you were eighteen, turning nineteen in a few months time. No one is forcing you to be here, in Japan.” Han explained, his dark eyes staring into yours. “And yet here you are. Living in Tokyo, miserable, because your delinquent brother couldn’t stay out of trouble in the states. Why?”

Your mouth opened, then closed, then fell open again. You turned your head away from the piercing dark eyes and glanced at your brother.

“Because that guy who destroyed your car is my baby brother. He’s the closest family I’ve got.” You watched Sean as he spoke to Neela, hearts in his eyes. “Family stick together Han. I couldn’t let him just up and leave to a brand new country, with no one but our father there for him.”

Han watched the way you spoke, feeling a warmth across his chest.

“It’s my job to protect him and be there for him, and I don’t care if I’m miserable the whole time I’m doing it. I’m going to be there.”

His jaw almost dropped as your words hit him like bricks.

“You know,” He started. “You remind me of someone I used to go way back with.”

You scoffed light-heartedly.

“How old are you?”

He just grinned. “Too old for you.”

“Well luckily for you, my age is too young for me.” You said. Despite your tone being confident your body was completely betraying you, bracing itself for rejection.

Instead he just laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

Both of your heads snapped to the right as someone called his name, and you felt your heart fall when you realized that he was probably going to leave.

He sent a quick wave to the person who called out and pushed himself off the Mazda, gazing down at you.

“You know,” He started, a shy smile creeping onto his face. “If you ever get bored during the day you should come by the garage. I think I could make it worth your time.”

You let out a small laugh.

“We’ll see.”

【~~~】

“You made friends pretty fast.” Sean said teasingly as you entered the kitchen, your hair sticking up in all kinds of directions.

“Yeah and so did you apparently.” You sent a sarcastic smile back in his direction. “Pity she’s taken.”

The smile on his face dropped instantly and he went back to his breakfast, ignoring you.

After a few minutes of silence between the two of you he spoke up again.

“So are you gonna?”

You looked up from your phone and coffee, furrowing your brows.

“Am I gonna what?”

“Swing by Han’s garage?” He had a knowing smirk on his face. “He told me all about your little conversation.”

You just shrugged casually, not wanting to let him know how you really felt inside.

“Maybe, if I have the time.”

“All you have here is time.” He scoffed. “All you’ve done for the past few days is buy food, eat it, then sleep. You may as well.”

You let out a sigh and finished what was left of your drink.

“Yeah, and for your information Sean, it’s been great.”

“You know you wanna Y/n.” He teased, a grin on his face.

“How about this,” You started. “Let me know next time you head over there. Maybe I’ll tag along.”

“Sounds good to me.” Sean said. “Especially given that I’ll be there tonight.”

Your cool demeanor dropped and your eyes widened.

“Tonight?”

“That’s what I said.” He grinned. “I’ll be sure to let him know he can look forward to seeing you there with me.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” You whispered under your breath.

He just shrugged his shoulders.

“You’d be doing me a favor if it meant I’d never have to see your gross face again.”

“What are you? Five?” You asked.

“I’d say that’s about right.”

You just scoffed at him, heading back to your room.

Not that you’d ever admit it to Sean, but you were glad that he’d be heading over to the garage tonight.

You would definitely rather die than tell him that though.

【~~~】

You shut the car door behind you and stepped out into the cool evening air.

Sean had come by to pick you up after he had finished school, and you had been anxiously waiting all day.

Now you were finally here, and still very, very anxious.

“This doesn’t look like a garage to me.” You furrowed your brows, looking out at the water.

“That’s because it’s in there.” Sean pointed to the large brick building. “We’re gonna stay out the front, this is where Han’s been teaching me how to drift.”

“Oh.” You managed to get out, following your baby brother to a group of people who were all sitting down by stacks of tires.

All four faces were familiar, but you only remembered the names of two of them.

“Y/n.” Han greeted you, nodding his head with a smile as he casually held the bottle in his hand.

“Hi.” You smiled back at him, your nerves starting to melt away.

Sean gestured to the empty seat beside Han, and you took it.

The others tossed you friendly smiles which you returned, and Han looked up at Sean.

“Go get your sister a drink.” He said.

Sean did as he was asked, reaching into the cooler that had been brought along and handing you a bottle of something.

“Are you gonna have one?” You asked your brother as you opened it and took a small sip.

“Can’t drink and drive now, can I?” He smirked, digging his keys out of his pocket and heading back towards the Evo.

“Well that’s a first.” You scoffed, and you heard Han let out a small laugh beside you.

“I’m guessing the cowboy doesn’t wanna fuck up another one of Han’s cars.” Twinkie said, watching Sean as his climbed into the car and started it.

You looked over at Han.

“That’s your car?”

“Yep.” He nodded proudly, watching Sean as he started his usual route around the dock.

“How many more have you got hiding in that garage of yours?” You asked with a small laugh.

“You’ll have to come see for yourself.” He shrugged.

“Maybe.” You shrugged as well, missing the way Twinkie and the others looked back and forth at each other.

“You know,” Han started. “If you haven’t got any other plans tonight, I could take you out for a drive, grab some food. Maybe come back to the garage when everyone’s gone.” He said the last part quietly enough for only you to hear.

You looked over to Sean in the car, able to make out his face of concentration despite how far away you were from him. He wouldn’t miss you for one night.

“When do we leave?” You asked with a smile.

He grinned with a surprised laugh, and you could tell he had been expecting you to say no.

“Now, if that works for you.”

You looked back at Sean, wincing at the sound of the tires screaming against the road.

“Sounds good.”

【~~~】

The two of you had ended up getting cheap food from a side-of-the-road vendor, eating in silence in the car before making small talk about everything, from your life back in America to what kind of animals you thought you could take on in a fight.

You were laughing when you stumbled out of the RX-7 and into the cool night air, following Han into the garage which wasn’t that much warmer.

You didn’t know what you had expected when you walked into the garage, but it definitely wasn’t what you saw.

Han gestured for you to follow him up some stairs to an open second story, furnished with a small kitchen, table and chair, and living area.

“Wow.” You mumbled under your breath, realizing he must have some serious money to be able to afford all of this. Not to mention the cars in there, some of which cost more than your house, car and life savings combined.

“It’s my pride and joy.” He pointed towards the sofa, and you took a seat, sinking in to the plush material as he opened the fridge and called out to you. “You want a drink?”

“Yeah thanks.” You smiled, and he pulled out two of the same bottles you had been drinking from earlier.

He took a seat beside you, on the opposite edge of the relatively small sofa, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on your night, before you spoke up.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, and he looked at you in confusion. “For what you’re doing for Sean, I mean.”

“It’s not a problem.” He brushed it off. “He’s a good kid, the kinda person I want to be around.”

You let out a scoff.

“Well I wouldn’t go that far.”

He chuckled at you.

“Thank you.” He said, and this time it was your turn to be confused. “You might not realize it. but coming out here with Sean has made it so much easier for him. He probably won’t ever tell you, but he’s grateful as hell and crazy lucky to have you in his life.”

A small blush crept up onto your cheeks, and you almost didn’t notice as he crept closer towards you. Almost.

“Yeah well he’s also crazy lucky to have met you.” You said quietly, your eyes meeting his as the two of you drew closer and closer. “I am too.” You whispered.

“And why’s that?” He asked, his tone matching yours, and you swore the room got hotter by about twenty degrees.

“You’re kind,” You started, remembering back to last night when you met him. “Into cars.” You continued, and he nodded along, agreeing with you.

“You forgot beautiful.” He whispered, just inches from your face now, and you smiled cheekily.

“You’re a damn model sweetheart.”

He grinned, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly and before you could realize what was happening his lips were on yours.

Your hands instinctively went to his hair, pulling him closer to you as you laid down flat on your back, feeling his hands roam up and down your body.

You felt butterflies erupt in your chest as your hands wandered from the back of his head, and so did your mind.

Sean’s face flashed in your mind and you inhaled sharply, pushing Han off of you and sitting up, breathing heavily.

“Shit.” You hissed, moving to the edge of the sofa and holding your head in your hands. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Han asked, also breathing heavily. His tone sounded confused, and guilt racked through your body. “I’m sorry.” His voice changed to apologetic. “I thought you wanted to.”

“I do.” You whined. “I want to, but I can’t. We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Sean.” You turned to look him in the eyes, and his face dropped.

“Shit.” He said.

“Shit.” You agreed.

The two of you sat in silence, still trying to catch your breaths, and trying to think of a way to fix the now incredibly awkward situation.

“I think I should leave.” You said, pushing yourself up off the sofa.

“Y/n don’t go.” Han protested. “It’s the middle of the night and you’ve been drinking. Neither of us can drive and I’m not going to let you walk home or get into a taxi with some creep.”

You let out a sigh, not letting him see how the fact that he cared that much made you all warm and fuzzy inside, or how the fact that it made you all warm and fuzzy inside made you want to gag.

“What do I do then?” You asked.

“Take my bed.” He nodded towards a door that you were assuming led to his bedroom. “I’ll take the sofa.”

“No way.” You protested. “This is your home Han, you aren’t sleeping on that tiny ass sofa. I can, it’s no problem.”

His eyes looked like he wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut.

“Ok. I’ll go grab you some blankets.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, laying down on the sofa.

It was undeniably comfortable, and you let your eyes close before Han returned, vaguely feeling him place a thick blanket over the top of you before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, leaving you with butterflies.

Your mind started to slip out of consciousness, and you let it, forgetting about how you were sleeping in Han’s garage, and planning on being out of there before he woke up the next morning.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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jenomark · 3 years ago

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➔Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: Oral (F+M) + Penetration (F) + Cursing ➔Word count: 3,659

➔Summary: Two realtors who play together, stay together. Whenever you and Jaehyun work together, you make a little bit of a mess in the homes you're trying to sell for your clients. After all, no one ever said you couldn't have a little fun on the job.

“Your boyfriend is so charming.”

You were showing a married couple around a brand new house, built in a neighborhood they most likely could not afford. While the husband was checking out how the door handles jiggled on every door in the place, his wife leaned in close to your ear, her voice deeper than the fake customer service voice she had in the beginning of the tour.

You could hear the accusatory tone, her words felt through every layer of your reserve, “How did you get a man like that?”

If she could have circled around you, like a huntress ready to take her prey out, she would have taken the chance. You held your ground, so used to the way women acted around Jaehyun. But there was a certain amount of fun to be had when you were bored and waiting, your day's work blemished by couples who believed they were hot shit.

“Just between me and you,” you purred, leaning in closer to her and stroking her arm with your finger. “He’s not my boyfriend. We just like to fuck each other at work."

You never blamed any of the women for looking at Jaehyun like he was a prized hog in a show. He was handsome on the outside, his face so valentine sweet, his smile disarming even the most hardened of ladies. He wore a tailored suit nicely, too, which made the effect that much cavity-inducing. On the inside, though, he was a filthy, filthy man, and he would never go for someone like the wife, as much as she wanted him to.

No, Jaehyun wasn’t your boyfriend. Jaehyun wasn’t even your partner. He came to the house dressed up in the part of a wholesome realtor, his eyes following the wife across the room, forcing eye contact that would make her feel warm underneath her collared blouse. He did it because it was fun for him. He did it because he could.

It was a game. Jaehyun eye-fucked the wife to tease you. He liked when you wore jealousy like a proud bib. He waited for you to take possession of him, which you always did in the subtlest of ways. Watching the wife back away from you after claiming that you and Jaehyun fucked- a tale met with disbelief- was a way to piss all over your territory.

That's mine.

Of course, you could have pushed Jaehyun harder. In doing so, the husband of the pair was a viable conquest. He looked at you with his dumb look when you ran your hand up your stockinged thigh, his jaw slack as you hiked up your skirt inappropriately and unprofessionally high.

However, it wasn’t very fun for you. You could tell the husband was too in love with his wife to ever flirt with you. You gave up quickly, your annoyance waving like a red flag whenever the wife breathed in your direction.

“Are you almost done, sweetie?” you called out to Jaehyun.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Jaehyun said, sticking his head out of a doorway.

You shot a look at the wife, her full attention on Jaehyun as he walked towards you both. She might as well have started taking off her clothes where she stood. She was fanning herself with her hand and wiping sweat from between her cleavage, the telling signs of someone who really wanted to know Jaehyun's cock felt like.

“Your husband is insisting on checking every nook and cranny of this place.” Jaehyun said, a brilliant smile stretched across his face. “I keep telling him there is no need. You won't find a place like this in the city.”

“I’m sorry for his behavior.” the wife said. “He does this all of the time. Nothing is ever good enough for him.”

“I can’t blame him.” Jaehyun said, his eyes roaming down the legs of the wife. “We men love being thorough.”

You slapped a hand against Jaehyun’s chest and tugged on his tie, hoping it would tighten against his throat. “We should get going soon, don’t you think, Jaehyun?”

“Oh, I think we can spare a few minutes, baby.”

The wife was completely ignoring the fact that you were in the room. She took a step towards Jaehyun, batting her eyelashes and pushing out her sweaty breasts. Jaehyun ate up the attention, his eyes practically fucking her right in front of you.

“You are absolutely shameless.” you said, walking away.

You walked through the fully furnished and staged home, finding the husband in the downstairs bathroom (one of three in the house). He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t really your type. Still, he gave you the attention that made it easy for you to ignore all of that. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

“Like what you see?” you asked, moving one leg out in front of you so that your skirt rode up. “With the house, I mean.”

“Yeah.” he said. “Might be out of our price range. I'll have to check.”

You walked further into the bathroom, your heels click-clacking on the tile. It took only a few seconds for Jaehyun to find you, like it was a mating call, appearing in the bathroom doorway looking relaxed and ready to fuck. You knew the wife was soon to follow, a look of disappointment on her face that Jaehyun didn’t stick around to flirt with her.

You often wondered what women were thinking when caught with alone time involving Jaehyun. Were they imagining him bending them over the kitchen sink and fucking them? Did they think they were special, that he would sneak away from his dull job for an illicit affair with them? You could be sure that they were mentally undressing him, that they were not at all in tune to the fact that Jaehyun, in the end, only had eyes for you.

“If my girl here hasn’t sold you on the house, we would be delighted to show you to others on another date and time.” Jaehyun suggested.

Jaehyun’s words were final. He wanted them to leave immediately, to take their shit and go. You could hear the sour puss in his voice, the slight quiver in sound. He threw his arm around the wife and brought her closer to him. He let a smile consume him, one that made you grit your teeth. The four of you walked out of the bathroom quarters together, back to the open plan living room to discuss things further.

“You smell wonderful.” Jaehyun murmured to the wife of the pair. He let her go. “Anyway, the price isn't negotiable, but we’ll see what we can do if it’s what you really want. You may have to extend your budget further. If not, there are always others, like I said.”

The wife and husband agreed that the house would never be in their budget before leaving. The husband checked out your tits, and the wife cast one last longing look at Jaehyun over her shoulder, her pink tongue sensually gliding along her lower lip. With a serene smile, Jaehyun shut the door behind them, shutting the world out from you and him.

“You could have charmed the panties off of her.” you said, crossing your arms against your chest.” Pretty sure she would have blown you in front of the fridge if you had stood in the kitchen any longer.”

“Is that why you walked away?” Jaehyun said. “Scared of the competition?”

“Please.” you said. “I just really wanted to get fingerbanged by the husband over the toilet.”

“I can make that a reality.” Jaehyun smirked.

You walked into the kitchen and sat on a stool, smiling to yourself when Jaehyun followed you like a dog. “It’s not fair what you do to them.”

Jaehyun held on to either side of the stool and kept his face inches from yours. “You’re just angry because I win every time.”

“The husband always loves his wife too much.”

“And the wife is always ready to get fucked raw.” Jaehyun said. "By yours truly, of course."

“Maybe I should just start fucking the wife.” you said, peeling Jaehyun’s fingers from the stool.

“I would very much like that.”

“I know you would.” you said, pushing him away.

Jaehyun was pushed back feet from you. He yanked at his tie until it was loosely hanging around his neck. He ran a hand through his sandy brown hair, the ends sticking straight up in some places. You watched him, knowing it was what he wanted. You could see his chest hair peeking out from between the now unbuttoned portion of his dress shirt. The heat began to cover your body like a warm blanket of sin, as you thought about tangling your tongue up in those hairs.

“I can feel you on my skin, even though you haven’t touched me yet.” he whispered.

Jaehyun rolled his neck around, cracking it in some places. When his eyes met yours, the shade of brown appeared somewhat darker. You could feel that look rolling all the way down your stomach until it settled in its depths, curling up in itself. Your nerves felt shot, your confidence gone.

“Doesn’t it just feel so good to give in to me?” Jaehyun asked, his voice a little rough. “Don’t you want to play with me in this big, bad house?”

He came to you, only stopping by the length of your knees. He tucked his fingers underneath your chin and brought your eyesight up to his. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. He let his palm run smoothly down your throat, giving it a little squeeze. Your body was unmoving underneath his touch. Sometimes, you would absolutely vibrate with pleasure when Jaehyun touched you. Other times, you would become still like a steel fortress in the wind, wanting him to work a little for your affection, to open up your doors to him like an open house.

The house was empty, but so full at the same time. Jaehyun got down on his knees in a moment of submission, his head down like he was praying. He hugged you, his arms resting on your thighs, his whole being in your lap. It lasted less than a minute until he was back on his feet, a rare sweetness in his eyes as the rest of his body became unfamiliar and rigid.

“Stand up.” he said, his voice cold, the sound of it rattling through the bones of the house. Though there was a faint grin on his lips and a playful eyebrow raised, Jaehyun wasn’t allowing himself to be played with anymore.

You were not quick enough. He took you by the sides of your shoulders and pulled you from the stool. Your knees buckled but Jaehyun caught you in time, the move making your nipples harden. He could see the reaction through your work shirt, your two little buds staring him in the face. All you wanted was for him to touch you, but he wouldn't.

It was fun playing the game with him, since you two were so alike. There were times when you dominated Jaehyun, making him eat you out and cum before the new couples would arrive at the house. If he failed, he would be punished and have to do something embarrassing for him. If he passed, you would both be in a great mood and would usually get a house sold. Then, like now, there were times when Jaehyun took control, which would usually be followed by a lack of sales disappointment. You could always feel those times coming, the excitement unable to be contained.

Jaehyun took your hand and whisked you off through parts of the house where he knew prying eyes wouldn’t find you. He ran up the stairs eagerly, tugging you along behind him, not bothering to see if you were tripping up.

“The master suite.” Jaehyun said, stopping in front of a door. “Wait here.”

He left you standing in front of the closed door for over five minutes. You kept checking the time on your phone, your eyes roaming up and down every detail of the white, wooden door. If he was trying to tantalize you, it was working. You were very impatient, trying your best not to bust through the door and hop right on his dick.

“Come in.” Jaehyun said.

You held onto the handle, the image of the husband jiggling that very handle less than an hour ago fresh on your mind.

“I won’t tell you twice.” Jaehyun said.

You opened the door and saw Jaehyun sitting on the edge of a model bed. He had stripped it of the crisp sheets and fluffy pillows that were adorning it. He was shirtless and his dress pants were unbuttoned, his brown leather belt hanging by his sides.You drank him in like that, the impatience waning away.

“Come closer.” he said.

“So bossy.” you smiled.

You walked closer. Since you knew that you affected him as much as he affected you, every step felt delicious. You stood in front of him, ready to rip your business skirt off if he just said the magic words.

“Good girl.” he said, standing up.

He was looming over you, the heat from his body making you hot. You wanted to press your hands to his sweaty chest and push him down onto the bed. You wanted to bite his shoulder so hard that it made him cry out. You wanted to sit on that strong jaw, rocking your body over him until he was suffocating.

“Look me in the eyes,” he said. “Don’t look at my body, like I’m a piece of meat.”

“A little bit of disobedience never hurt anyone.” you said, meeting his eyes.

It was difficult to keep your eyes trained on his when you could hear him unzipping his pants. Each click of the teeth made your clit throb, like his tongue was already gliding over it. You could hear his pants falling down to his ankles, and from the corner of your eye, could see him shift slightly to step out of them until he was naked. With your imagination, you thought of him stroking his cock, pumping his fist up and down his shaft.

“Are you with me?” Jaehyun breathed. “Be with me right now.”

You nodded as the sounds of him masturbating heightened. Jaehyun moaned and let his eyes disconnect from yours. Though he was looking down at his cock, you were looking at the top of his pretty head. There were thousands of hairs you could tug and pull to get him to comply, to have him give you his cock. You could feel the tip of him and his fist rubbing against you as he made it upwards, each stroke nearly punching you, because he was so close.

You looked down, the top of your head skimming his. He was going at it slowly, moving his body like he was fucking his own fist. It was so sexy that you could feel all the nerves in your body tingling. Though his pleasure didn't happen to you, you could feel every grain of it. You breathed heavily with him, your body going through the build up with Jaehyun.

Your eyes met him again. Yours were, no doubt, asking him why he was being so cruel. It took a minute for him to stop, for Jaehyun to set his mouth in a grim line, and to cock his head and look lost in thought.

“This isn’t about you.” he said. “This isn’t about your pleasure. On your knees and put my cock in your mouth. Don’t stop sucking until I say.”

As you got slowly to your knees, your lips slid down his stomach, your kisses rushed before he could decline them. You grabbed hold of his cock, the tip of him resting on your bottom lip before you looked up at him. He held your side of the neck before moving to the back of your head and forcing his cock down your throat until your eyes watered.

Fucking in a place that didn’t belong to you was thrilling. The owners could come back any second and catch you in the act. There could be cameras installed, or nosy neighbors coming to check up on the people who owned the lone car that sat in the driveway.

“Is it good?” Jaehyun asked, his voice velvety smooth. "How do I taste?"

You sucked his cock without stopping, testing him with both lips, tongue, and fingers. You brought him back so far into your throat that you choked and took him out with a string of saliva. You swallowed that, too, so grateful to have him in any of your holes.

Jaehyun pulled his cock out and teased himself back inside of your mouth slowly. You let your jaw hang open and laid your tongue flat while he fucked your face. You gripped his thighs and let your fingernails dig into him before he came on your tongue, grabbing a handful of your hair at release.

When he ordered you to stand up, he was still leaking. He wasn’t stopping for anyone, not even when you made a show of wiping his cum off of your chin with your finger and slipping it into your mouth.

"It tastes yummy." you said.

“Clothes off,” Jaehyun said, ignoring you. “Kneel on the bed.”

He wasn’t losing his erection. He treated his cock like it was delicate, holding it in his hands and stroking it gently. You watched him as you stripped, taking a little too long with the stockings. Jaehyun ended up ripping them from your legs and tossing them aside. Without saying another word, he grabbed your ankles and pulled you down to the edge of the bed, nearly making you faceplant on the mattress.

“Fuck.” you whispered, your body jerking in surprise as Jaehyun started eating you out from behind.

He wasn’t shy about it either. He was licking you, moving his head side to side and up and down, just to get every bit of you. His lips were so warm and you were so wet, that you had to sink your upper half onto the bed and place your forehead against your arm. Jaehyun squeezed your ass cheeks and pushed you forward, his tongue lapping up all of your wetness.

You didn’t want to break, to crumble. You wanted to be strong and not moan or give in completely. You didn’t want to let him know that he could bring you down with just a lick, but it was hard not to.

“Beg me.” Jaehyun said, coming up for air.

He smacked your ass and you turned around until you were on your back. It was rough and forceful, and it turned you on. Jaehyun kissed your ankle before moving his lips down your thigh.

“Beg me.” he repeated. “Fucking do it now.”

The hotness on your inner thigh as his mouth got higher was enough to make you call his name. “Please, Jaehyun.” you said. “Don’t stop.”

Jaehyun ate you out, slipping his fingers inside of you. He would occasionally stop and kiss his way up your body to leave hickeys on your neck, and catch glimpses of your face to see if you were enjoying it.

“Not about my pleasure, huh?” you asked, nearly laughing.

Jaehyun groaned. “Don’t ruin it.”

“Too late.” you said, moaning as he fingered you. “You smell like her.”

You kissed his neck and got the bite you wanted from his shoulder. You held him against you, making sure your scent was all over him. His mouth tasted like you, though. You kept kissing him and grabbing at his hands to make sure they didn’t stop fucking you. You were a tangle of bare limbs, holding him against you, and fighting for dominance.

Jaehyun lifted his fingers from your pussy and held himself up over you. He looked you in your eyes, his gaze falling to your lips before he kissed them. He moved his body and slipped his cock inside of you, knocking the air from your mouth.

Missionary position was not your favorite. It was too romantic, not as wild. You wanted him to break your back, to bend you into positions that made your legs wobble the next day. You wanted risk. You wanted it rough. But having Jaehyun’s weight on top of you in that way felt different. You let him move over you, holding your hips as he drilled himself inside of you.

It didn’t last long until you were wanting to flip him over, until you could be on top and ride him. Jaehyun smirked when he realized what you were doing and said, “I don’t think so.”

He leaned up until his sweaty body wasn’t clinging to yours anymore. He spread your thighs apart after pulling you closer to him. He let you get a good view of his cock disappearing inside of you.

“This pussy is mine.” he said, touching his fingers to your clit. “Say it’s mine.”

“It’s mine.” you said.

Jaehyun fucked you faster, his cock hitting your cervix a little rougher. You winced at the discomfort you quite liked, immediately wanting him to keep fucking you deeper.

“Say it.” he said, moaning with each thrust.

“Or what?” you challenged, breathlessly trying to hold yourself together.

Jaehyun gripped your wrists and brought them above your head. He got close to you again, his body smothering yours, and his cock fucking you in a way that was too good to stop.

“I’m yours.” you said. “It’s yours. All of it is yours.”

He smiled when he got what he wanted, the same charming smile that seemed to have most women on tenterhooks, wondering if they would give them something else of his. Jaehyun never would, though, because everything of his was also yours.

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deadlynavigation · 3 years ago

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Don Your Masks

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Cahir x Reader

Warnings: Discussions of war, swearing, implied smut, sickening romance

I do not own The Witcher. Pls don't come after me.

Do not plagiarize, copy or translate any of my works or their assets.

It’s evening, the purple and blue tones painting the wide room. The soft pastels try to combat the tense atmosphere, but there’s no use- when you and Fringilla butt heads, there’s no stopping it.

“Even with all the troops you're suggesting be deployed, there’s no way we’d be able to breach the borders.” You speak behind clenched teeth, eyes fluttering shut with the weight of her stupidity. What Fringilla is trying to plan will never work, but of course, you are the one to bear the frustration. Ah, the balance of life. So precious, yet so rare.

“I have confidence that we will be able to make it work. And if all else fails, we can rely on the White Flame to guide us.” Fringilla straightens her back, thinking intimidation will force the plan’s carry. However, it does the exact opposite- you wanting to defy her more as the reverence that enters her voice sickens you. She’s been this way since she joined Nilfgaard’s forces. Even you weren’t this bad when you joined, but the witch is still at it, treasuring your leader like he’s a fucking god.

“Oh yeah? Where was he when we lost so many at Cintra? When we stormed the gates of that city the other day, watching each other drop dead and having to step in their blood?” You lean your elbows on the planning table ever so nonchalantly. Flames lick at your pupils with building rage. “Where was he?”

She’s stunned, but she hides it well. If you weren’t scrutinizing her gaze, you would have missed the flash of fear and doubt. But she might as well have worn her feelings on her sleeve with that glance.

“We both know this won’t work and the Flame isn’t going to do a damn thing,” It’s treason to speak like this, but to hell with them all. “So here’s what we do. You leave the planning to me and Cahir, and we’ll leave you to do your magic shit, hm?” Fringilla bristles before rolling her eyes, and nods. She must have remembered your stance in this war (far above hers).

“Thanks ever so much for your cooperation.” With that, you swiftly turn and stride to the door, only to be blocked with a dark shadow.

“Commander,” you say, dropping your head in greeting as you sidestep Cahir. The corridor greets you with a blast of freezing air and a bloody, unwelcoming aura. As any room in this place does.

Your steps echo off the walls, filling the empty spaces left by the dead. Even now, their souls constantly haunt you, suffocating you, branding you with guilt and anguish. Anguish that, even now as you walk alone, needs to be buried in the depths of your heart. It’s still a weakness to feel.

So, for now, you surround yourself with war and verbal dueling with Fringilla to blot out the absences in these corridors. Which seem to have another pair of footsteps travelling down them, if the soft footfalls of a boot-clad person are any indication. Your eyes light up when you consider who they belong to.

Sure enough, you’re correct, and as soon as you turn down a secluded hallway, you’re greeted with a flash of black and hands behind your head. You’re cornered, but you could care less.

“Commander,” You whisper, breath hitching at his closeness.

“Captain,” Cahir responds coarsely. He moves his hands from the stone behind your head to your hips, where his hands adopt a rough grip.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I think you know.” He responds, and you do. Through the lust crowding your mind, you recall his dark gaze in the war room, pupils wide with repressed desire. Your control of the situation must have sparked something.

However, you haven’t forgotten the incident at the battle in Cintra. So, you shall play.

“Do I? I don’t seem to have any recollection of what I could have possibly done-” You’re cut off by a deep kiss, Cahir attacking your lips with fiery passion.

“Y/n,” He groans in annoyance.

“No, say it,” You tilt your head in a playful manner, causing your lover to sigh and shut his eyes. Head bowed, he mumbles something. To hell if you know.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. We’re going.”

“That’s cute. What did you say?” You know damn well what was uttered.

“I’m sorry. We’re going.” Cahir finally manages to speak in normal tones, if a bit disgruntled. However, you don’t argue with the leaving part. You’ve been in this situation before, and it always ends the same way- either yours or his chamber’s bathing room doused in raw passion and water.

And so, you allow the man to lead you to his room by a hand settled on your lower back, enjoying the raging fire contained to a miniscule touch of covered skin.

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It’s got to be past midnight. You and Cahir are drenched in sweat,the black sheets tangled around your bodies. The animalistic hunger is gone, soft love left in the wake of it. With this peaceful atmosphere, far different from the one that clouded the room just minutes ago, comes a sort of soothing, a sense that nothing could go wrong. Not with Cahir snuggled next to you, and certainly not with him drawing random shapes every so often on your hip.

The serenity is only interrupted by your feather-light kisses and occasional spoken thoughts.

“When do you think our next mission will be?” You ask after receiving a soft kiss. Not exactly pillow talk, but it’s a topic that’s been plaguing you since your talk with Fringilla.

“I don’t know, but you certainly look like you’ve been through one.” Cahir whispers.

And though a blush spreads across your cheeks and your body heats (sparking a chuckle from Cahir), it’s true. Love bites litter your neck and chest, not to mention the inside of your thighs. Your messy hair is spread across the pillows, and your face is thoroughly flushed. It feels that way inwardly as well, the cramps and soreness kicking up from your long session of lovemaking.

��Piss off,” you mumble, nuzzling into his neck. At this, Cahir laughs outright, his grip on you loosening. You use this opportunity to the fullest, slipping out of the bed and yanking a shirt off the ground.

“Wait, my love-” He cuts himself off with a snort. You sigh and roll your eyes, guiding the shirt onto your body. It smells of leather and broodiness- this definitely isn’t your shirt. Your glance down only confirms your theory.

Not much time is spent dwelling on if you should trade it for your own attire. Cahir has calmed and paraded into the bathing chamber, slipping his arms around your waist from behind as you stare at the mirror.

“I meant no harm, dear,” He murmurs in your ear. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder. “Especially not since you look positively breathtaking in this clothing.”

It’s hard to resist your partner’s charm. But somehow, miraculously, you manage to keep a firm mental stance.

“Oh, come now y/n, you must know I meant nothing. It was in the spirit of playfulness.” He stares at you from his mount on your shoulder.

“All right then,” Cahir sighs dramatically when he gets nothing from you. “I suppose I shall leave you to your own thoughts.”

Damn him, you think. He is well aware of your love outweighing your stubbornness (though not by much). “Cahir, wait,” you say in a dejected tone.

“Yes, my love?” He turns with a shit-eating grin, looking like an animal ready to pounce.

“I am well aware of your joking manner when it came to the aforementioned topic.” Your eyes flutter shut in annoyance. Gathering all your strength and discarding your pride, you force the next words out of your mouth with a great struggle. “May we... go back to bed?”

“Hm?” There is no way he’s letting you get away with this. What kind of forgiving, supportive lover would do such a thing?

“May we return to bed?” You almost yell this time, fed up with his incessant teasing.

“Of course, dear.” Cahir sweeps a hand out to help you back. You, in petty fashion, ignore and sidestep it completely. Only after a silent scoff at the gesture.

Chin held high, you walk slowly back to the bed. The black sheets are still a hopeless mess. You don’t know what you were expecting.

The tangles of fabric don’t seem to daunt Cahir, however. In your time filled with looking disdainfully down at the uncomfortable ruffles, he has found his way to your back. His hands slide onto your hips in one smooth motion, prompting a muffled gasp from you at the sudden contact.

“Keep the shirt, dear,” Cahir behind you says, a devilish smirk crawling onto his lips. “I prefer it on you anyways.” And with that, you’re shoved onto the bed- greeted, when you settle, with the look of a starved man.

And you are oh-so-willing to relieve his hunger.

Written by DeadlyNavigation

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thelonesomequeen · 2 years ago

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The man has a net worth of $110 million. He doesn’t need to play PR games for a check. And this type of thing isn’t going finance a movie either when a script doesn’t even exist yet 🦎/// Yes but he is less and less relevant in Hollywood. His roles are meh he doesn't have Cap to cover for that anymore. He have to stay relevant in the business that is changing to streaming instead of theatrical release. This business always was trashy and now Chris is playing this game hard too. He just get catch cause apparently he can even fake a romans for pics. I don't believe they together. Maybe was are friends but that's doesn't matter. Likes matters lol. Not only for him but others too. That's how agency's gets those less known actors on top lol. It gain traffic and fallows for them. People gets interested in them and that's the pandemic effect. When we all stacked at home that was the only way for them and also people started to pay attention to likes and fallows more (maybe out of boredom). They signed contracts with them so it's in their interest to get them jobs, recognition and higher status in Hollywood. Chris is doing dirty things, stupid Hollywood games. It's just time to accept it and stop baby him. Just watch him burn himself maybe he learn something.

ALL celebrities play PR games to some extent to stay relevant with the public and sometimes studios. But I still don’t think his career is WHY he would be involved with Alba for PR if that’s what’s going on. I just don’t. I’m sorry. 1. It had the potential to backfire BIG TIME by making him another Hollywood cliche. And to a degree, that DID happen. 2. They aren’t in the media together enough for me to be solely convinced this is ONLY PR. The general public isn’t sorting through likes and follows the way fans do to try and connect the two of them together. That’s stan behavior, not public behavior. And they haven’t done a whole lot to gain PUBLIC attention. Gaining fan attention isn’t enough for relevance when we’re a much smaller group of people than a lot of us here on tumblr or LSA would like to believe we are. 3. If he was desperate for public attention, there’s so many better ways PR could have been done. They could have ran with the Sexiest Man Alive title so much further than they did, they could spin ASP to look so much better than it does, the public loves him with Dodger and they could have pushed for more Jinx ads and articles considering he’s a brand ambassador. PR doesn’t have to just be relationship related, and for him, highlighting other parts of his life has always seemed to gain him more favorable public attention. But that’s just my opinion and you’re free to disagree.

Here’s the other piece of the puzzle and I’m just going to say it. If he wants to remain relevant in Hollywood, he just needs to be picking better projects and concentrate on doing better with acting. That’s all there is to it. He’s a mediocre white guy in Hollywood. There’s dozens of those everywhere. He’s very easily replaceable. His acting isn’t strong enough to set him apart from his peers. He’s at an age where the younger, muscly men in Hollywood are going to start taking those “action” type roles (and if they’re new to the industry, they can be paid less) but he’s not growing at the performance rate of his peers or actors that are slightly older than him for more serious roles. If we look outside of Marvel, he hasn’t had very many box offices successes. Knives Out did GREAT, but he was part of an ensemble cast. A cast full of respected actors or those with enough public draw. He didn’t carry that movie on his own. Lightyear didn’t do well with the box office. It was ok, but it wasn’t great. Red One and Ghosted are both streamers that appear questionable in quality. I’m not saying they’ll be bad, but I highly doubt they’ll be scoring Oscar nominations. Pain Hustlers (again, another streamer) I think could go either way depending on how they play out the story line. Studios aren’t going to just look at a celebrity’s PR or who they’re dating. They’re also going to look at what it costs to hire that actor, if their acting chops are up to par on what they need in the movie, and if they can sell tickets based on previous box office numbers. 🦎

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mrwinterr · 4 years ago

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Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply.

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him.

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?�� he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated!

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