#I might beat my head against the floor until I go unconscious

[venstm]

I think my headache is coming back and since I finished the writing I wanted to do today I’m going back into audio book hell.

[navstuffs]

saving your babygirl leon kennedy (gn!reader, mention of violence, injuries, whumpee!leon, cursing)

Leon Kennedy felt another punch across his face, his cheek burning. His captors have been trying to get information out of him for minutes, or it could have been hours. He doesn't know. Leon could feel the blood drip into the floor, his arms and legs tied around the chair.

"It is really a pity we have to hurt your pretty face, Mr. Kennedy," One of his captors says, with a fake sad tone.

"Well, I still got other charms like my insane sense of humor and a good smile."

His captors give humorless laughs, one of them approaching him with a knife. Even Leon had to admit that it was a hot and sharp bowie knife.

"Nice knife. Where did you get it?" 

"What if we start by ripping off your tongue?" The man with a knife threatens, dangling the blade in front of his face. "Or maybe one of your eyes?"

"I guess I could live without an eye, but the tongue not so much, since a man got eat—" THUD! Another punch, this time directed to Leon's stomach, completely taking all of the air from his lungs. 

"Shit..." Leon groans as he curls up in pain, his eyes wandering to the floor with drops of his blood. He wonders how long he could keep those two idiots entertained.

Until the others can escape.

Until you escape, his heart reminds him.

He feels his heart beating fast when one of the men lifts his head, pressing the blade against his cheek and grabbing his chin roughly.

"We decided your tongue. Also, pardon my friend, who doesn't have a medical degree. So hold still."

Shit, shit! If his legs were at least free, maybe he could bump his head against the guy with a knife. He can't even move properly, the ropes are tight, not letting him move. Leon tries to shake his head, but the other goon keeps his head still.

"Oh, please, not the tongue! He can do wonders with it!"

A new voice exclaims from the open door, and a wave of relief washes over Leon. It is you, your eyes glowing with anger in the darkness, a gun in your hands. The guy with a knife charges in your direction, and you waste no time shooting him in his left leg, causing him to drop screaming in pain. 

Next, you give a strong kick to the man holding Leon, enough to make him fall to his head on the floor, unconscious or dead. You don't seem to care. You sigh, giving a look of pure hatred and disgust toward both of them. For an instant, Leon thought you would kill him, and deep down, he wants you to do it.

The moment passes, and you dash toward Leon, kneeling before him. It breaks your heart to see Leon like this. You want to blame yourself for allowing Leon to serve as bait, for not getting to him sooner, while you cut the ropes off.

"Sorry, it took me so long. Bastards hid you down here. Are you okay?"

"I am...fine."

Leon feels your hands patting, searching for any sign of injury on the rest of his body. The ropes finally fall, though Leon doesn't get up from the chair. You groan when you realize they only focused on Leon's face.

"Are you sure you are okay, babygirl?"

You gently hold his face in your hands when he doesn't answer. You want Leon to understand he is safe now, his blue eyes looking everywhere except at you. You think you can see tears in his eyes as Leon looks down at your feet.

"Leon, are you okay?"

He sniffles, cleaning any tears that might attempt to fall. You help him stand, although Leon doesn't need to, your eyes focused on him, worried.

"I am alright."

"I can still kill them if you want me to."

"Let's just go. Your babygirl needs you."

"All that you need."

my leon's masterlist

[lonelychicago]

the water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud (but no one heard a thing)

buck/eddie | 6b spec fic | angst | 706 words

"Buck!" Eddie shrieks, yelling at the top of his lungs after watching it all unfold in the nightmare-ridden milliseconds. As he watches Buck fall.

The rainstorm is relentless, making the ladder wet and slippery and despite the ambulance lights and the flashlights from below— Eddie can barely see.

But Buck is hanging from the ladder truck.

Almost 100 feet in the air.

With no helmet.

The loud noise of the thunder is deafening, but still, it drifts away to the thundering of Eddie's own heart beating into his chest, roaring in his ears.

"Buck!" He screams but the blonde is unconscious, he thinks. He's hanging by his harness and dangling in the air— his body motionless.

Still—

Eddie sceams for him.

Usually, Eddie can keep his calm. He can force himself to take a step back and keep control in the midst of a crisis— He's a soldier, he's good at warzones.

But something about the clatter of Buck's helmet against the floor, something about the screams of their teammates below, something about the way Buck was basically hanging by a thread in between life and death.

Eddie loses all semblance of control and doesn't even think—

He just acts on impulse as he sprints up the ladder as fast as he can without slipping— his adrenaline pumping through his veins and kicking in full power.

Eddie is surprised by how fast he's climbing the ladder without stumbling but he doesn't stop. He can't stop.

He keeps going until he reaches Buck and grabs the man's harness, trying to pull him up.

The ladder is too slippery, the rain is too strong and Eddie ends up with his ribs digging against the steps and his arm aching from holding Buck's dead weight.

"Buck! Buck! Wake up!" Eddie screams so loud until his throat feels raw and his voice breaks. "Buck!"

Buck is unresponsive, his eyes are closed and he looks— He looks lifeless. Like every one of Eddie's worst nightmares coming to haunt him.

Eddie grunts and groans and his arms are starting to ache, but he won't give up. He won't! Because Buck never gives up, he's always fighting and pushing forward and after all these years, after all they've been through— The least Eddie can do is fight for Buck until he's able to do it himself.

The least Eddie can do, is save him.

After all the times Buck has saved him— in and out of the job.

“Buck! Come on!” Eddie begs, pleads, prays to anyone who's listening. He begs and prays for them to get out of this one alive. He grunts, as his exhausted body tries to pull Buck up. “Please!"

Eddie's entire body is clenching its muscles as he tries to pull Buck up but everytime he tries, the harness slides down more and more until it's almost slipping through his fingers. The gloves are not making anything easier but it's too late for Eddie to get them out.

Eddie is just shaking because of how fucking terrified he might drop Buck— that he might not be able to save the love of his life. That Eddie might not be strong enough this time.. Buck is heavier than he looks, and Eddie just—

His body is already hurting by the way Buck’s weight is anchoring him down so that the metal bars of the ladder dig painfully and uncomfortably against his ribs and chest.

And then—

He loses the battle.

He lets go.

"Evan!" He screams, almost a guttural and inhuman sound— like his very soul is living his body. Like his heart is falling just alongside Buck.

It is, if he's being honest.

He is powerless as he watches with horror and despair as Buck falls from the ladder and into the cold, hard pavement. As blood starts pooling from his head, the sickest shade of red tainting the street and washing away in seconds with the water.

He watches powerless as Hen and Chim make their very hardest to save Buck after Eddie failed.

He failed.

Guilt and a mix of emotions that are too strong and too overwhelming for him to decipher right now pool inside his stomach until he's dizzy and nauseous.

He failed Buck.

[take-taker-taken]

Can you do shawn micheals x (f) plus size reader with fluff it can also have smut I've just been insecure lately and feel like my boobs and thighs are the only thing I like about myself

Thank you, lovely Anon for your patience! I’m anxious that you’ve given up on waiting, but hopefully not and you will actually see this. 😊 I’m sorry if it ended up too smut-heavy ~ hope it’s OK!

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You adjust the ruched material around your waist and then turn to look for your make up bag, half wishing that you’d never agreed to go to this thing. Big events make you jumpy and you’re not always the most self-confident of people. That’s why you’re having this little outfit trial in advance, while you’ve got some time to yourself.

A low whistle drifts into the room from the doorway and you spin around, squeaking in shock. Shawn is leaning against the doorframe, hands in the pockets of his jeans and a sultry smile on his face. His hair is tied back but some strands hang loose around his face and his black t-shirt is stretched tight across his chest and biceps.

“You look good enough to eat, babe. What’s the occasion?”

You blush, the way you always do when he gives you any kind of compliment. “Just - just testing out an outfit for that thing at the weekend.”

He pushes off the doorframe and wanders over, taking his hands from his pockets and settling his arms around your waist. “Ohh, I see. Well… there’s only one problem that we might have...” His hands slide down over your generous hips and he lowers his head to nuzzle into your cleavage before standing back up and flashing you a wicked grin. “I’m gonna struggle to keep my hands off all of this the whole time.”

You blush again and look down but can’t help feeling relieved that he likes what you’ve chosen. As a plus sized woman it can sometimes be difficult to look around at all the people that Shawn rubs shoulders with daily without wondering why he chose you. That said, Shawn is all too aware of the insecurities that can creep in and so he always takes time to reassure you. You put your hands on to his shoulders and look up as he raises his head again.

“I’m glad you like it,” you say with a smile, going on to tip toes by way of asking for a kiss. He leans down to meet you and teases your lips with soft little butterfly kisses until you whimper in frustration and he relents and kisses you properly. One of his hands glides down and kneads at your ass as his tongue pushes into your mouth, brushing against your own and you clutch at his strong arms as he finally backs off, leaving you breathless.

“So… you’ve practiced getting dressed up,” He says, stroking up and down your back. “Can we practice taking it off now, too?”

You give him a playful smile. “Be easier if you took it off for me.”

He kisses you again and his hands sweep upwards, stroking around the back of your neck and making you shiver. His fingers trail along the edge of the material and then he carefully eases the dress down over one shoulder, dipping his head to kiss the skin that’s revealed. He repeats the action on the other side and you feel warmth growing between your legs as he spends a minute or two caressing your neck and shoulders with his mouth. He slides the dress further down and lets out a breathy sigh as the full glory of your breasts, cradled in a lacy plunge bra, comes into view. His fingers brush across the exposed skin at the top before he cups them in his hands and squeezes gently as he unconsciously licks his lips.

He guides the dress down further, revealing your soft stomach and then your breath catches in your throat as he drops to his knees and kisses his way from one side to the other.

“This is more fun than putting it on,” you comment, your heart skipping a beat when he looks up at you from the floor with a smile. Not his ‘Showstopper’ grin - this is a genuine smile that reaches his eyes. You can’t help yourself then and reach down to remove the tie from his hair, causing the blonde locks to cascade across his shoulders. He gives you a wink in response and then returns his attention to the dress, carefully working the fabric over your hips and then down your thick thighs. You step out of the pooled material and still on his knees he picks it up before tossing it carefully on to the chair several feet away and then his attention is right back on you.

“Ohh, it matches,” he purrs as he hooks his thumbs into either side of the lacy thong which is indeed a matching set with your bra. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning close to rub his cheek against the outside of your thigh and you melt all over again at the sight of such a gorgeous man on his knees, effectively worshipping you.

He stands up again and takes you in his arms, giving your semi-naked body a squeeze and then his hands are everywhere - stroking and kneading like a man starved of touch. Your fingers rub up and down his back and then you pull his shirt out from his jeans so that you can reach underneath it and touch him properly, feeling the play of muscles under his skin. He covers you with kisses, unfastening your bra as he guides you back towards the bed, holding you tight when the backs of your knees hit the edge and you gasp quietly in surprise. He urges you down onto the mattress and then leans forward, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your panties and you wriggle side to side to aid him in taking them off.

He stands for a few moments, eyes roving hungrily over your magnificent nakedness. Your gaze back at him is heated as you lay there running your hands over your body, knowing how hot it gets him to see that; knowing how hot you are. He suddenly disappears from view and the next thing you feel is the very tip of his tongue dancing a stripe up your slit and you shout in pleasure and grasp at the bedsheets. He hums contentedly and does it again, teasing your outer labia apart with his mouth and then swirling his tongue up and over your clit. He returns to your opening and licks slowly all around, collecting your essence on his tongue while you tense, toes curling in gratification.

“You always taste so good, darlin’.” His deep voice is a delicious rumble against your flesh and you roll your hips in encouragement, though none is needed.

“Feels…ohh, there! Right there - don’t stop…” Whatever else you were going to say is chased from your head by a rush of pleasure as he insistently circles your clit with his quicksilver tongue while dipping a finger inside of you, pumping it gently in and out. Your hand comes down, burying into his thick, lush hair as you climb towards the peak. Shawn doesn’t stop until you’re crying out your orgasm, your grip on his hair probably painful but you’re unable to let go as the waves of pleasure make every inch of you feel on fire.

He slows his attentions as you ride out your climax and as you lay there, a red blush across your chest and your breath beginning to slow he drops a final kiss to the inside of your thigh and then crawls up on to the bed to lay next to you. His hair is deliciously mussed up and a gentle blush of his own is visible across his cheekbones. Propping himself up on one arm he smiles down at you before leaning forward to smooch your lips softly.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you comment between kisses. “I think you should do something about that.”

He grins and sits up. “Whatever the lady wants,” he says and pulls his shirt over his head before tossing it to one side. “How’s that?”

You roll to one side and stare pointedly at the waistband of his jeans. “Getting there…”

END.

[snackara]

Chapter One, Part One [Early Draft]

Atticus had one hand calmly in his pocket while the other gripped a wand held against another man’s throat. “I’m not gonna ask again: do you know Shirley Miller?”

The man he was holding at wandpoint wetted his lips behind a large mustache, back pressed against the wall of his living room. He held his hands up, one holding a glass of liquor. His wife from the nearby kitchen clutched her necklace and looked between the two men. “Johnny, what is he talking about?”

“I don’t know, darling. I’ve never known anyone by that name in my entire life,” Johnny replied, running his hand through his black hair to smooth it out. He didn’t look Atticus in the eye. Instead he looked at the large burn scar that covered the left side of his face, and the empty socket where his other eye should have been.

“Oh really?” Atticus tilted his head. “Because Shirley knows you. She says you keep bothering her when she tries to go home. She even said you stole a necklace of hers after you beat her in an alleyway for not accepting your advances. Shame really. Told me it belonged to her grandmother.”

“Johnny would never!” The wife protested. “He comes straight home every day after work, he doesn’t go chasing around after flappers and broads. Do you, honey?”

Johnny shook his head vigorously. “Of course not. I love my wife, and only my wife.”

Atticus wasn’t really paying attention to the man anymore, instead turning his attention to the wife. “When did you get that necklace?”

“My-My necklace?” The woman looked down at the necklace hidden by her fist. “Just this Monday, Johnny brought it home as a gift for our anniversary. Why do you ask?”

“That’s funny. That’s the same day Shirley said her necklace was stolen. Tell me, is it a gold locket with a phoenix painted on it?”

The wife glanced between the necklace she was holding and Atticus a few times, her brow furrowing in confusion. “How did you know?”

“Well, that’s the description Shirley gave me. I’ll be taking it back to her now, thank you very much,” Atticus took his hand out of his pocket and held it out.

The wife hesitated before taking it off and slowly walking towards Atticus, putting the locket in his hand before quickly backing away.

Atticus felt Johnny squirm under his wand and pressed it closer to his neck. “Ah ah ah, I’m not done with you yet. Listen to me carefully. If you ever bother Shirley again, I’ll kill you.” He leaned closer to the man’s face until they were only inches apart. He could feel the other man’s breath on his face. “Understood?” He asked coldly.

“Yes,” Johnny finally whimpered out.

“Good,” Atticus stepped away, lowering his wand. “See, wasn’t that easy? Now I’d better be off, because I think you and your wife need to have a conversation, and I want no part of that.” He turned and walked towards the door. 

From behind him he heard the wife cry out “Johnny no!”, and whirled around to see Johnny aiming his own wand at Atticus.

Before Johnny could fire a spell at him, Atticus pointed his wand at him and calmly said “Exarmare.” He felt his energy rush through his wand and out the tip in an invisible blast. Johnny’s wand was knocked out of his hand onto the floor. He looked from his empty hand to Atticus just in time to see him cast another spell. “Subdomo.” Another invisible blast of energy shot out, this time knocking Johnny against the wall. He slammed against it hard and slumped down, unconscious. His wife gasp and covered her mouth with her hands.

Atticus sighed and tucked his wand away. “He’ll be alright. You might want to take him to a hospital once he wakes up though.” With that he grabbed the glass of liquor Johnny had set down on a table and knocked it back. He set it back down and walked out of the apartment.

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Atticus walked through the dimly-lit city streets of New York alone. At some point he glanced over his shoulder and ducked into an alleyway. He walked halfway then stopped at a flight of stairs and made his way down them, where he was met with a brick wall. He took out his wand and tapped the middle brick, which was brown instead of red like the rest.

The bricks parted, revealing a drab speakeasy. The Blind Tiger. Heads turned to look at Atticus as he walked inside before looking back to their own tables. He was a regular here, so no one ever minded him. The wall returned behind him, each brick returning to their original spot. 

He scanned the room and stopped on a younger woman wish short, curly brown hair and a black eye. She was sitting at a table with a few other ladies, laughing about something Atticus couldn’t quite here. He made his way over to the table, winding around other people as he passed them. The Blind Tiger was surprisingly full tonight.

“Shirley!” Atticus called to the woman. 

She perked up at her name, her eyes widening a little as she saw Atticus. “Did you do it?”

Atticus held up the necklace, setting it in front of Shirley. “Yes. Our little friend Johnny shouldn’t be bothering you anymore. But if he does, you know where to find me.”

Shirley beamed and leaped up, hugging Atticus. “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!” Atticus stiffened and patted her on the back. Her friends- at least, Atticus assumed they were her friends- exchanged glances of relief and amusement.

“Anytime, ma’am. Now, about payment,” Atticus said. 

Shirley pulled away from the hug, her smile faltering. “Oh, right…” She glanced away before she perked up again. “Wait, how about this? Why don’t you take my locket as payment? I’m a little tight on money right now, and the locket would probably get you more money then I could offer.”

Atticus glanced behind her at the locket and paused for a moment before grabbing it, stuffing it in his pocket. “Okay. Deal.”

Shirley smiled and sat back down in her chair. “Thank you again Mr…”

“Torrence. Atticus Torrence,” he said with a nod before turning around and making his way towards the bar. He sat down in one of the stools, setting his coat in his lap and rubbing his temples.

[hadesstan]

June of Doom Day 7

"What's the bad news?"

| Disoriented | Bite | Chainsaw |

Cw: Kidnapping, ambiguity. I didn't use the chainsaw on my whumpee cause I'm not that cruel to poor Sidekick.

Exams have begun so tragically it will be a bit of "post schedule who?" for a while, but I'll do my best to keep posting every day!

...

Sidekick watched through half-lidded eyes as Villain hefted the chainsaw and began hacking at the door. They were groggy and tired, their head pounding, and all they could hear was the beating of their heart and the roar of the chainsaw.

They knew they had to do something. Stop them. Get away. But they could barely form a sentence, let alone get up and run.

"Villain," they managed, "Let me- let me go."

Villain let go of the weapon and dropped it to the floor, not even looking at Sidekick, only at the fresh cuts they'd made in the wooden door that separated the two of them from the outside door. That kept Sidekick inside headquarters.

"None of that now Sidekick, I'm trying to help you."

They stepped back, gauging the distance, before bringing their leg up and kicking the door with all their might. It rattled. They did it again. And again. Until the door crashed to the ground outside.

Sidekick flinched at the noise.

Villain leant down and scooped Sidekick up, carrying them like they were nothing out the door and towards their car. Sidekick was too weak to do anything against them.

Villain managed to swing the car door open and lower Sidekick in without too much hassle, but as they tried to buckle them in, Sidekick did the only thing they could. They bit them.

"Ow, fuck. Did you just bite me? What the fuck, Sidekick?"

Villain pushed them back against the seat, one hand firmly on their chest, the other pulling the seatbelt across and buckling it.

Villain pulled away, cradling their hand. "Don't fucking bite me again, okay?"

They climbed into the driver seat and sped away from headquarters, Sidekick getting more and more groggy until they finally fell unconscious.

...

AN: short ik but I'm trying. I like the ambiguity in this though. Like is villain caretaker or whumper? Who knows. Not me cause all I know is stress. If anyone wants to send asks feel free cause God knows I need the inspiration. I'll set up a proper pinned post for my blog whenever I find my sanity.

[anonymous-moose045]

Wanna bet?

prt 2 of "its just business."

i was left with memories of that night. one of the best nights, in fact. i couldn't say the same to her, though, the way she glared at me with hatred filled eyes, the lack of softness on her voice, the way she's rough with me all night long.

i can't say i didn't enjoy it. That will be lying. but i want her to like it too. and maybe, just maybe, she might as well stay in bed until morning.

♡

sofia wince as she took another step forward, her legs shaking from her not-so-wonderful night. "fucking bullshit.." she cursed under her breath, she rest her back against a wall near her before be slide down until her bum touched the cold marble floor.

she regrets not wearing leggings or any kind of pants. his hand printed in red on either side of her thighs, it could be seen as the fabric of her shorts slides to reveal her flushed colored hips. observing it, she clicked her tongue. sofia's hand brought up to her head, scratching it out as a sign of frustration. five thousand was a huge money, something she couldn't refuse when it offered.

the dance was tonight, and it was obvious that she needed her legs to move perfectly. worst of it, she's wearing shorts in the performance. sofia groans, it was unexpected that her night would be rough. for her, karl wasn't the type to go rough. oh, how wrong she was.

♡

I couldn't wait to see her on stage, i was planning to hook up with her after her show, but i guess things went too early for the two of us. i stood behind a couple of people, arms crossed as i inspect the stage. imagining her dancing already gave me a boner.

"dude." someone called out, swiftly turning i saw a friend giving me a wide eye. i frown at him, before his eyes trailed down for a second giving me a hint of what's happening. i started to cover the tent of my pants with a bag, awkwardly clearing my throat. "are you serious?! it hasn't even started yet!" he laughed.

he was the one that recommended sofia to me, and he's liking how the thought of last night made me too excited. "shut up, it's not funny."

"it is for me!" he snorted, i just ignored him by the amount of people looking at his loud ass voice.

the lights faded and the spot light shone, sofia stand in the middle, her back is turned to us, her hair is down as usual and as she started to move, perfectly in sync with the beat, her piercing eyes are the same ones last night. i convinced myself that is just how she looked at others as well, but it made my breath hitched when the waid eyes met mine. out of all the people in the crowd, her eyes stayed at mine. and only mine. fuck.

i embrace the bag tighter, feeling it grow much more harder than before. shitshitshitshit. i quickly stood up, excusing myself to the toilets. as i walked, i could feel her eyes boring to the back of my head, i could practically visual her smirk at my state.

i hurriedly got inside a stall after making sure no one was around. my cock is aching so bad right now, i want her touch. i need her touch.

i once again checked outside for any sign of life. before i removing my pants with my garments, shit. precum is stained at the tip of my cock, flashes from last night make it leak even more. the more i imagine it, the more i feel her tongue around it. god, i need her.

eyes close, i envelop my length and slowly pump it before stopping shortly. deep breath sinks air in my lungs, with a finger i swirl it on the tip, her tongue in my mind. "mm..." i unconsciously hummed, i then stroke it a little slower than i do usually. my thumb rubbing on the tip just like she did last night.

"shit, sofia..." i groaned, but keep myself quiet. knowing there will be a person who might hear me. i leaned into the toilet as i pumped even more faster, my breath started to hitch as my orgasm was reaching nearer and nearer in its end.

i balled my hand into fist as i use it as support to not fall off the toilet, im gonna cum. im gonna cum just by a sight of her. fuck i want her, i need her.

squirt of white juices released from the tip of my cock, painting the stall door and floor. i took me a moment to catch my breath and sigh in disappointment. i can't believe i did this in public. thank god no one was around.

"i didn't know guys moan too." FUCK. i could've bury my face into my palms but not when my hand was full of cum. i can see her shoes underneath little gap of the door. "especially, my name."

she then kicked the door open, the lock failed under the force and click as it collided on the floor. "hey!" i exclaimed, before hurriedly cover my hard again cock. being expose to her send rush through my body.

"it's not like i haven't seen that before." with an eye roll she remove my hands, but i refuse, this is too goddamn embarrassing.

"respect other people's privacy." i frowned at her, wiping the cum with a little left toilet paper.

"i do respect. just not you." she eyed me. like a predator watching it's prey.

"then.. what if i earn your respect?" i fixed my pants, but my eyes stayed on her frame, searching for a reaction.

her eyes are narrowed and firm, as if looking down at him even though i'm taller than her. "alright," she begun. "how will you earn my respect? name something." her smirk laced perfectly on her lips, mocking me.

i thought of something that will surely impress her, flowers? poem? gifts? no. she'll never respect me if i did something that makes me look desperate. "I'll eat you out." i proposed, "if you cum under ten minutes, I'll‐ I'll have your respect." i stated, crossing my arms over my chest. nervousness hits my spines as she stared at him for a short amount of time.

a look of confusion and disbelief on her face. she gives out a loud laugh, “you're crazy,” she smiles, but the smile seems genuine this time. sofia seems to find me amusing, and she's not laughing at me, but at the situation. sofia let's the laugh pass before asking, “are you serious?” she looks at me, almost shocked yet a small smirk is present.

i continued to stare at her in silent, with an unsure but serious expression. the offer still linger in the air.

"one minute." she demanded.

"f-five." i stated, but i knew it will be a challenge. i couldn't even touch her last night, how will i know her good spots?

sofia shrugs her shoulders, “Fine.” she smirks, chuckling, “you have my word.” she steps close to me, her eyes on my face, she seems to be having fun, Sofia's smiling and she doesn’t look the least bit uncomfortable. “So?” she asks, “Do we have a deal?” her voice linger with mischief as if she knew I'll lose.

i couldn't help but swallow my spit. she's so close, i can smell her perfume. with all my muscle strength, i nodded, uttering, "deal."

"now, my place or yours?"

♡

my back was slammed harshly into the wall of her house, sofia captured my lips in hers, moulding them hard in desperation. I pushed her back to the over side of the wall, our lips still locked. i flicked my tongue on her teeth for entry, to which she allowed my tongue to explore her mouth. her tongue danced over mine, i could feel her sucking it, drawing a little groan from me. it nearly drew the breath out of me. fuck, she could kiss.

"i thought— mh — I'm just gonna eat you out for a bet.." i rasp through her rough kisses, mumbling against her pink lips. her hands trace all over .my arms, neck, shoulders, as if she's mapping out the texture of my skin.

"i'm the one who makes the rules here, darling." she mutter, her lips still place in mine. fuck. she called me, darling. i feel her chuckle inside my mouth, it was then i felt her hand on my crotch, making me breathless at her touch. "you're so easy to get hard."

i was loss, but ecstatic. she have different plans in her head, i can tell how much she's touching me.

"not here, just wait a minute.." i lift her by her thighs and her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms automatically wrapped around my neck. my legs dragged us faster than the wind every did, though it was harder when she kept grinding her hips in mine as i carry her. sofia kiss sweetly on my neck, my cock harden as her tongue swipe across my skin.

i slam her on the door of my bedroom, i still haven't got inside since she's too damn tempting. a small but noticeable moan escape her oh-so-lovely lips, she's so goddamn pretty. she was the one who made the first move and lock lips with me, taken aback yet not complaining i kissed back. shuddering at the feeling of her tongue brushing against my my now swollen lips, she want to go inside my mouth, just like she did last night. fuck fuck fuck fuck.

my hand found its way to the back of her head while the other stayed on her thighs, folding the soft skin. sofia successfully pushed her tongue in, with her humming in contentment, i feel her lips tug upwards.

i groan into her mouth as the wet muscle continued to explore inside, her hair is smooth in my hand yet a bit dry, her nail like claws slide across my nape brushing against the bottom part of my hair.

i gasp for the air as she pulled away, i still crave for her kiss, i want more. i need more. "new bet," she proposed, pushing a finger to my lips. an urge to took it in my mouth wash towards me, and i complied to it, my lips wrapping around her finger as i gaze into her demon yet honey like eyes. its embarrassing if i am sober from lust, but it's hard to deny that I'm not. "we fuck. the first one to cum, loses." she giggled at my desperateness. "you've already earned my respect, pretty boy."

"since when?" my voice muffled by her finger in my mouth. i found myself clenching her shirt that i want gone, right now.

"since the fact that you were bold enough to challenge me." sofia pulled the finger out, and licked it. right. in. front. of. me. while her fucking eyes are staring into my soul. holy mother of—

i leaned my head to her shoulder, breathing heavy. I'm going feral. I'm going insane. "don't hold back on me." she whispered, the warm air leaving her lips send shivers into my core. "fuck me reeeaal good, karl."

i feel like bursting in a second, i feel like im gonna cum just by how she said my name. i push the door open so hard that it probably left a dent on the wall, but i care so little about that. i kissed her to no end, her lips are a drug, so addicting. her back is pressed into the soft mattress, as i cage her in my arms. her soft thighs started to rub on my cock, making me shudder above her.

if she keeps this up im gonna cum for real. shitshitshit, as much as i love her lips i want more of her, my lips trailed along her neck, and i couldn't help but bite her fair skin. angelic gasp rang in my ears, i lick her bite mark, before sucking it, abusing her good spot.

my legs shook as her hand rub my cock through my trousers, while her other is undoing it, pulling it off. i clicked my tongue in embarrassment as my cock immediately sprang up after it was released. i heard her giggle and it deepens my fluster.

"sit up," she said, pushing me off her. i did what i was told and sat on the edge of my bed. heavy breathing with all the shit she put me. i couldn't help but leaned back and admire her as she got down on her knees. the cold floor made her shiver, but kept her eyes lock in mine, as if it was the only thing she can look at.

i want her fuck her throat. fuck her little mouth.

to be continued.

[anglbrkr]

Making Rent [Orc/Male Reader]🔞

Making Rent

Ive got chu ;)

Content Warning: Abuse of power, assault, dubcon, massive size difference bro, it will hurt, this dudes huge, amab genitalia, reader is so petite and shy, pretty straight to the point

this is longer than 1k, so, if you see typos

you dont :)

2.8k words

[N] arrives at a dilapidated building in the slums of the city. Until he can reach the social heights he desires, he’ll have to stay here, the thought bringing a distasteful taste to his tongue. The human knocks on the door, the handle dwarfing his hand, which then is opened by a large, burly orc. His skin is an olive green, veins bulging on his arms, and his wild hair tied back. "Yes?" he growls.

Gulping, [N] cranes his head to properly meet the eyes of the orc man, gripping the hem of his tunic. "H-Hello, sir, I am [N]. I-I'm looking for shelter, a place to stay for a while..."

The orc perks up slightly at his words and gestures to him inside. The inside of the building is not much better than the outside, with dirty walls and a grimy floor. The human feels the orc clasp the small of his waist, sending a shot of dread to the pit of his stomach. "A small thing like you don't need much space, hm?" He asks, his voice jovial, but his wandering hand has perverted intent that causes [N] to freeze.

"Forgive me, sir, I didn't mean to-", [N] stutters, but the orc's only response is to give a loud, cackling laugh.

"Cute lil thing," he laughs, his large hand going lower, rough fingers kneading his clothed arse. The human grits his teeth, but doesn't struggle against the orc's advances. If he causes a scene, he'll probably kick his ass, but if [N] plays along, he’d be able to escape. The human’s cheeks heat up as he continues his antics, eyes fluttering just the slightest when the orc squeezes harder. "Be a good boy for me, and I might let you stay a whole," he grins, leaning in close to [N]’s ear.

The human swallows, gritting his teeth.

"My name's Mobrukk, nice to meet ya, pretty boy," Mobrukk grins, his breath reeking of malt liquor. [N] nods, ignoring Mobrukk’s gaze and his actions to his best ability. Mobrukk's groping at the human’s behind becomes more intense, and [N], whose head reaches the orc’s chest, doesn’t have to look far to see the orc’s arousal press against his trousers. "I'll bet ya don't even know how to use that lovely body ya got, ya frisky little cucco," Mobrukk says, a mischievous glint in his eye. A soft breath escapes [N]’s lips, feeling Mobrukk’s hand curve under his behind to his crotch, his fingers slowly rubbing the human’s member through his pants. [N] winces but tries to remain strong. "Now I can help ya with that, ya realize that?" Mobrukk teases, before giving [N] another squeeze, this time harder.

The human winces and a low groan escapes his throat, his eyes fluttering shut. He bites his plump lower lip, unconsciously moving his hips to Mobrukk’s perverted touches, his eyes fluttering open as he becomes lost in the sensations, his cock twitching from the stimulation.

"I can give you a place to stay, pretty thing, don't even have to give me your gold," the orc whispers huskily, "pretty lil’ humans like you shouldn't have to lift a finger, eh," he continues, his touch becoming more passionate, "ya feel me, boy?" Mobrukk whispers roughly into [N]'s ear, the human biting back a moan himself, his cock throbbing beneath the fabric. "You're so hard... it must be all my fault." Mobrukk chuckles, pulling away slightly, leaving [N] panting. The human's heart is beating like a dragonfly's wings. The smell of the orc's musk fills [N]'s nose, making the human's mind foggy, his breathing ragged. "What do you say? Do we make an arrangement or what?" Mobrukk asks, grinning widely gulping loudly, nodding, unable to think straight. "I just need you to sit on my cock every now and then, yea," he continues, his other hand gripping [N]'s jaw tightly, forcing the human to look up at him. "Just gotta keep yer mouth shut about it, right, pretty boy?" The orc smirks, pushing [N] towards a door, slamming it open to reveal an office. "If ya want a roof over your head, ya just follow orders, alright?"

[N] feels himself being pushed against a table, wincing as his back harshly presses against the wood. Mobrukk's thick fingers tug at his pants, ripping them off easily. The human gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his shaft straining to break free of its prison. Mobrukk grabs onto [N]'s erection, squeezing tight, causing the human to gasp. "Mmm, ain't ya a hot one, huh?" The orc mumbles, running his thumb across the tip of [N]'s engorged cock and teasing him.

[N] whimpers, clutching the edge of the desk, his knees weak. The human wants to beg, and plead for mercy but knows there isn't any coming from Mobrukk. The sight of the orc's large hand dwarfing his cock sends waves of pleasure coursing throughout [N]'s body, his legs trembling. He feels Mobrukk's warm breath on the side of his neck as he leans closer, pressing his lips to his cheek, whispering lewd things into his ear. "Ya know, I could take care of ya real well, pretty boy..." Mobrukk purrs, nibbling at the human's earlobe, his hands stroking [N]'s thighs. "I could stretch that arse of yours wide open, fill ya with up..." The human shudders, his cock twitching, wanting desperately to burst, dripping precum down his thigh.

Mobrukk kisses [N], his tongue slipping between his lips. [N] moans lowly, his toes curling as Mobrukk slips his hand around [N]'s cock, jerking him off roughly. The taste of Mobrukk's tongue against his own makes the human buck uncontrollably, his balls tightening. His hips thrust forward, meeting Mobrukk's hand, his dick throbbing within the orc's grip. The human whines, moaning deeply as Mobrukk begins sucking his nipple gently through his tunic. "Ah... no, please.." [N] begs quietly, whimpering, his legs shaking. Mobrukks' tongue swirls around his sensitive nipples before darting back to his ear, licking the lobe seductively. The human lets out a muffled cry, shuddering, his whole body taut.

"That's it, pretty boy," Mobrukk whispers, watching the human desperately buck into his hand, "cum for me..." The orc's hand pumps faster, eliciting a louder moan from [N]. The human bucks wildly, crying out, his entire body tensed. With a final, powerful thrust, [N] explodes, spurting ropes of cum, his body arching off the surface, and a high-pitched keening escaping his throat.

His body shakes as his orgasm subsides, his shoulders drooping heavily. He lays limp on the table, panting and sweating profusely. The human watches dazedly as Mobrukk licks his fingertips clean, smacking his lips. "Well now that's some fine fucking," the orc grunts happily, standing up to stretch, "now come here, sweetheart..." [N] blinks blearily, trying to process everything. It takes a few seconds for him to realize the orc was talking to him.

Slowly, he rises to his feet, swaying unsteadily. The human glances nervously at Mobrukk, who smiles at him reassuringly, but there’s an edge. [N] walks hesitantly toward the orc, taking hold of his wrist.

"Don't worry, pretty boy, I won't hurt you too badly," Mobrukk murmurs soothingly, kissing [N] on the forehead. [N] shivers lightly at the kiss, but remains silent, allowing himself to be led upstairs. "Yer gonna ride me, nice and good on a proper bed," Mobrukk explains, guiding [N] into a bedroom, and shutting the door behind him. [N] stares blankly at the room, unsure of what to expect.

There's a huge four-poster bed with a canopy hanging above it, and plush pillows are strewn haphazardly across the mattress. "This my finest room, pretty boy, and it could be all yers if ya play by my rules," Mobrukk informs him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Now, strip," He commands, gesturing towards his clothing. [N] quickly pulls his shirt over his head and drops it beside him, staring awkwardly at Mobrukk, watching the orc reveal himself, there’s no denying that muscle makes up most of his physique.. The human's eyes flicker towards Mobrukk's cock, thicker than his forearm, longer too, and so heavy that even when erect it has trouble standing up, flopping limply against his stomach.

"Alrighty, now hop up on my lap, pretty boy," Mobrukk instructs, patting his thigh. [N] moves carefully, stepping gingerly onto the bed, careful not to fall. Mobrukk's cock twitches the closer he gets, veins protruding from its length, the human gulping audibly. He swears it has a noticeable musk, the scent filling [N]'s nostrils and sending chills down his spine.

"Now put that arse of yours on display for me, hm?" Mobrukk grins, grabbing [N]'s waist and lifting him effortlessly into his arms. The human squeaks softly as he is lifted higher and placed atop his lap, his bare skin pressed against the orc's hairy torso. [N]'s legs wrap around the orc's muscular waist, his arms wrapping themselves around Mobrukk's broad shoulders, clinging tightly to him. "Ooh yeah, pretty boy likes being taken like this, doesn't he?" Mobrukk growls, leaning forwards, capturing [N]s' lips with his own, their tongues intertwining hungrily.

[N] moans softly, his body melting under the orcs touch. Their tongues dance together, slithering against each other sensually.The human whimpers deep in his throat, his hips beginning to rock slowly, rubbing his cock against Mobrukk's stomach. His breathing quickens as the heat between his legs increases, his cock swelling. The human breaks off from the kiss, gasping for air, looking up at Mobrukk shyly

"P-promise to be gentle...?" [N] pleads timidly, his voice quivering. Mobrukk chuckles, reaching down with both hands and cupping [N]'s cheeks, giving the human a tender peck on the lips before letting go. It's the last gentle touch the human feels before being flipped onto his stomach, his ass propped up in the air, exposed and vulnerable. Mobrukk smirks, sliding a hand underneath him, tracing the line of [N]'s spine.

"Don't worry, I'll treat ya real good, baby..." Mobrukk promises, planting a firm smack on [N]'s rump, eagerly spreading his cheeks.

A loud groan escapes the human's lips, his body writhing beneath Mobrukk's touch, begging for attention. "Please...!" [N] whimpers, his back arching involuntarily as Mobrukk rubs the tip of his cock along [N]'s anus, teasing him mercilessly. The human bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, feeling himself growing hotter and harder by the second. Mobrukk laughs darkly, spreading [N]'s ass further apart, revealing the ring of flesh hidden inside, the human's hole gaping obscenely.

"Look at ya, you were so shy before, must've been real pent up," Mobrukk teases. He presses the tip of his cock against [N]'s puckered asshole, making the human let out an agonized whine, his hips bucking helplessly against Mobrukk's grip. "Begging and pleading for me to fuck that tight little arsehole..." Mobrukk slides his cock along the rim of [N]'s opening, teasing him mercilessly, his cock throbbing with desire. He pushes forward just slightly, forcing his way past the tight ring of muscle, only a fraction of his cock entering the human's body. [N]'s mouth falls open, his eyes crossing as the searing pain radiates through his entire lower half.

"Oh Gods..." [N] moans pitifully, biting his lip. His body reacts harshly, unable to stay still under Mobrukk's grasp, but the orc holds fast to him easily, pinning him to the bed. Mobrukk eases his hips forward, pushing another inch or two into the human, stretching his insides painfully. The human whimpers, tears springing to his eyes as Mobrukk continues to force himself deeper into him, every thrust driving home the reality of how much bigger and stronger than [N] he truly is. The human knows he's tearing inside, his mind screaming out in protest as the orc stretches his body wide open.

Mobrukk's thick member reaches the end of [N]'s tunnel, resting firmly against the base of his pelvis, leaving the rest of his shaft buried inside the human, unable to move without pulling free.

"All in while raw, didn't even need to lube you up," Mobrukk grunts, rolling his hips, rocking his cock back and forth inside the human, coating his inner walls in a slick layer of precum. [N] whimpers loudly, his body trembling, sweat dripping from his brow. He can feel Mobrukk's warm breath on his neck, the orc's hand stroking his hair lovingly. "I bet ya never felt anything this big before huh?" Mobrukk growls lewdly, slapping [N]'s butt roughly. The human cries out sharply, clutching at the sheets, his muscles tense. "You're mine now, lil' slut, got no choice but to take it like a man..." Mobrukk pants, continuing to slide his dick in and out of [N], the human whimpering continuously, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.

"Mnf..." [N]'s eyes droop, his eyelids flickering rapidly. His fingers dig into the orc’s shoulders, nails scraping harshly against his skin, and his toes curling. A low hum fills his ears, his heart beating frantically, his whole body burning with pain. "Oh gods, oh gods..." The human's voice cracks, his chest rising and falling in short shallow breaths as he struggles to keep control. Every time Mobrukk forces himself deeper into him, [N] a silent scream threatens to escape him, his lungs straining to pull oxygen into his starved body.

"So sensitive," Mobrukk growls lowly, gripping [N]'s hip tightly, hissing as he drove himself balls deep inside the human, eliciting a high-pitched scream from the smaller male. "C'mon pretty boy, cum for me, make yourself useful," Mobrukk taunts, pounding away relentlessly at [N]'s abused arsehole. [N] lets out a pathetic moan, shuddering violently as Mobrukk's cock plunders his bowels, again and again, drool spilling from the corners of his slack jaw.

"N-no please, stop," [N] begs weakly, tears streaming down his face, “‘S too much... too rough..." His words are drowned out by Mobrukk's harsh grunts, the orc slamming his cock into [N] repeatedly, the sound echoing throughout the room. [N] purses his lips, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of composure despite the intense pleasure coursing through his body, but moans eventually spill from his mouth. "’S too big, too big…" he dumbly whispers, moaning incoherently. Laying limply on the orc’s lap, he can’t bring himself to meet the thrusts, drool falling freely from his mouth. Without warning, he feels Mobrukk’s cock press against something every other thrusts, eliciting a breathless whimper, clenching around the length each time this area was pressed against. milking it dry.

"That it?" Mobrukk snarls lustfully, thrusting one final time, burying himself balls deep within the human." No more crying? You want me ta finish yeh here then?" He taunts, squeezing the human's hips as he ruts into him. The head of his cock aims directly where his prostate lies, eliciting a guttural groan from the human, his muscles spasming erratically as Mobrukk fucks him senseless.

"Oh gods! Right there, right there..." He croons in response to the small sounds coming from the human's throat. The orc grips the human's waist tighter, grunting as he drives his cock in and out, hitting his prostate on every stroke, setting off waves of pleasure that radiate throughout the human's body. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy shooting through the human's frame, causing his already sore body to convulse wildly, until finally, all resistance is lost, and his orgasm overtakes him. His entire body shakes and shudders, his mouth gaping open wordlessly, his tongue lolling from his mouth. His vision blurs, everything going black before returning in a white haze. All sense leaves him, his world nothing more than the searing hot pleasure that repeatedly thrust into his guts, pressing intimately against a bundle of nerves that send jolt after jolt racing through his body, bathing his brain in euphoric warmth.

His climax lasts for several seconds, but feels like hours, his mind becoming fuzzy and distant until finally, mercifully, it passes, his body relaxing as the tension leaves his muscles, his breathing returning to normal. He lays limp atop Morbrukk, allowing the orc to rut into him to chase his own pleasure, the sounds of his thighs hitting his arse echoing in his ears. After a few minutes, Mobrukk begins to slow down, pulling his cock almost entirely out of [N] before plunging back in, grunting heavily. He ruts into the human as he orgasms, his hot, thick seed pooling deep within [N]'s guts.

"Gods..." [N] mewls, panting lightly, his legs hanging limply over the edge of the mattress, his eyes closed. The human's back arches reflexively when Mobrukk pulls out, his hole clenching tightly around Mobrukk's spent cock, milking the orc dry. Mobrukk pulls out completely, collapsing on the bed with the human on top of him, panting. Mobrukk wraps one arm around [N] possessively, holding him close.

"Look at ya," Mobrukk murmurs quietly, brushing a lock of [N]'s hair behind his ear, "all soft for me," The human snuggles closer to Mobrukk, burying his head into the orc's neck, nuzzling affectionately. His arse is sore, leaking thick globs of the orc's seed, but the thought makes him smile happily. He doesn't care about that right now; all he cares about is being held in orc’s arms.

[jreads]

Unexpected Constellations (Part 08)

Rating: Tame (I'm sorry, I know I promised smut.)

Word Count: 5.3K

Warnings: Like literally none?, Angst, Foul language, Mentions of men i guess, the scary L word.

A/N: Oh my goodness I feel so physically terrible. Sorry this took so long, I actually genuinely went to go touch grass and do some hiking for a bit and I've been recovering ever since. I had said that I would include smut for reblogs but I need you guys to know that I literally have no control over what happens in this fic. It is literally writing itself. Anyways, check the masterlist for tags and other parts. If you reblog, (i'm literally running out of ideas please take pity on me). Comment on this post or the masterlist to get added to the taglist! 🫣❤️

Apparently, Peli had given Din a serious scolding at the sight of the carbon scoring on the ship. And again, at your unconscious state in the hull. Nevertheless, the pit droids and the BD unit were happily at work when you emerged, and she was even happier to give you a hug and take the child into her care once again.

Din hadn’t exactly verbally agreed to your plan, but you sensed an unspoken sort of resignation from him. He had promised to not go venturing into Mos Eisley alone until it was time to leave, and Peli had sworn under oath that she would kick his ass to Felucia and back if he tried anything stupid.

Since you were already low on time, you didn’t linger in Hangar 3-5 for long. You shared a meal with the woman, Din having taken his portion to the Crest to eat, and packed up rather swiftly. You bore no weapons beyond the vibroknife, which was easily concealable and wouldn’t be noticed by transport security. What set you most on edge was the heavy pile of credits you wrapped and tucked into your pack, more than you had ever carried before. Cantonica was expensive, and you’d have to pay for a hotel room for the night, as well as food. 

Din watched you scuttle about the hull, having finished his lunch, and having donned the helmet before you entered. It was unnerving, the way the visor tracked you as you moved, and yet the wearer remained too eerily silent.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something.” You turned to him, hands on your hips. He was sat, leaned against the ship’s wall, one knee pulled up with his forearm resting atop it. Though it seemed like he was looking at you, he didn’t respond.

“Din?” You tried again. 

His posture exuded ease, but he seemed weary. You cocked your head at him.

“You don’t need to do this.” It was spoken softly, almost a whisper.

You were too late to stop yourself from sighing. “We talked about this. It’s the only way to—”

“That’s not what I mean.” He shifted against the wall, drawing his leg up closer. You tried, so often, to sense emotions from him but they often came in jumbles, unintelligible and confusing. It would have been much easier if you could read his features. 

“It’s my bounty, my responsibility… you don’t even need to get involved.” There it was. Technically, he was right. Karga had given the Mandalorian the puck, and there had been no mention of you or your involvement. He had gotten jobs before in which you hadn’t helped him; you had stayed behind and looked after the kid while he put himself in harm’s way. But this was different. Now, it was very different.

You moved closer to him, and he rose slowly from the floor. “If I didn’t have a vested interest in it…” He looked down and nodded his head, as if he understood. But that wasn’t at all what you meant.

“…I’d still do it, Din.” You had preferred it when he was sitting. It was so hard to have any sort of authority when he towered over you like that. But even with your head angled up, you were firm in your assertion. 

“I’d do it for you.” 

There was a prolonged beat of silence and you panicked slightly, afraid you might have said too much.

 But then his fingers brushed lightly over your cheekbone, and he muttered something quietly, probably in Mando’a.

You supressed a shiver. He kept doing this to you. 

There were hundreds of thousands of reasons why you should be on edge right now: the plan, splitting up, the injury, the bounty, whatever the bounty meant…

But it all fell away when he put his hands on you. Like there wasn’t a single thing in the galaxy that mattered more than the brush of his skin against yours.

“I have to tell you—”

“Shh.” You brought a finger to his visor, where you could only suspect his mouth might be. “Not now… tell me later.”

Because you weren’t quite sure what he might say, and you didn’t need it to be any harder to walk away from him. He just looked at you, repeatedly brushing his thumb over your cheek. 

You hadn’t the slightest idea what his touches meant. The intention behind them. Your idea of men had been painted with a very narrow lens, having spent so much time around those who were manipulative and cruel. But you had found it all too easy to trust this one, even with the armour around him, both physical and mental.

You closed your hand over his own. “Be careful.” Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered his arm, bringing yours with him. You watched him intertwine your fingers. It was dangerous to let yourself hope.

“I’ll see you soon.” He still didn’t answer. And so you backed up, and he held on, sliding his palm along yours until he was grasping at your fingertips. And then the connection severed.

You tried to steel yourself, to keep your back straight as you turned from him and grabbed your bag. This wasn’t goodbye. But it still felt hard. Usually, it was him who would leave you for days at a time, hunting down whatever quarry he had been tasked with. You wondered if he struggled with it too. 

You didn’t turn back, not as you made your way down the ramp, not as you waved at Peli and the child, not as you turned the corner and entered the bustle of town.

But you knew he tracked you from the rooftops, crouching on the sandy dome of the transport office until you boarded the vessel and vanished from sight.

“So… Did you tell her?” Peli practically assaulted Din with the question when he re-entered the hangar bay. He supressed a groan.

“I didn’t think you were the type to play matchmaker.” She had been on about this for a while now. It had started with sly comments, and he had done his best to brush her off, or just flat out ignore her. But the woman was persistent.

She trailed him as he beelined for the Crest, desperately hoping for a bit of peace and quiet. “Hey now, I saw the looks she was giving you. Somethin’ changed.”

He had travelled across the stars, chased down some of the galaxy’s worst criminals, come face-to-face with fearsome creatures and yet, somehow, this conversation was what he would most like to avoid. He kept walking, cape billowing out behind him. 

She jogged in from of him and planted her hands on her hips. “Either you tell me now, or I’m hiking your price.”

“You can’t be serious.” He went to step around her.

“Oh, I’m serious sweetie.”

He wasn’t sure if it was frustration or the fact that she called him sweetie that made him stop. “There’s nothing to tell.” He could hear the exasperation in his own voice even from under the helmet.

“Bantha shit! She loves you, you love her, whatever! Stop beating around the bush.” She threw her hands up. “What are you so afraid of?”

What was he so afraid of?

A lot.

Having you.

Losing you.

Telling you.

Messing it all up.

And above all, that word. That four-letter word that Peli had tossed around as carelessly as a pair of chance cubes.

Love.

Did he love you?

Yes. 

Yes, that much was easy.

Could he overcome the fear of telling you and risk losing you?

That was much harder.

Peli’s features had softened. It must look absurd, him in all his armour, the portrait of unyielding violence, rendered speechless at the topic of love. He would like to kill something. Killing was so much easier.

She sighed. “It’s not fair to either of ya.” Fondly, he wondered why she couldn’t just mind her own business.

“I know.” 

She nodded once, a definitive movement, before turning on her heel. “Then go on and do something about it.”

And when he strode up the ramp and your absence hit him like a blaster bolt to the stomach, he decided that he would.

To hell with the consequences.

Luckily, the covert had not moved since he had last visited.

Though oddly, he was quite nervous as he descended the ladder. For a variety of reasons.

First, he had been cast out, denounced as a Mandalorian, when he had admitted to the removal of his helmet in the presence of another. That had been his biggest worry in coming here.

He still considered himself a Mandalorian at heart, and he intended to explain not only the thoughts and meaning behind his actions, but also the steps he would take to rectify them. He had given it much thought.

But there was another reason why he was so anxious to return. And it had to do with what he carried in his pocket.

Two bars of pure beskar, taken from a crime lord’s trophy case whilst you and him had worked together on a bounty. He had recovered them after the child had been taken by Skywalker, and they had sat in a crate in the hull of the ship. He had been unsure of how to use them, until now.

He had his armour plates and Grogu had his chainmail…

Cautiously, he entered. The area was quiet, save for the looming presence of the Armourer. This was preferable; he hadn’t wanted to deal with any others today.

“So, Din Djarin returns.” Her voice seemed to fill the very air around him, wise and full of authority. “This is no longer your home.” She turned to face him. “What brings you here?”

He tried to pretend the words didn’t sting. But nevertheless, he was surprised to notice they did not hurt quite as much as he had expected. 

This place was no longer his only home. These people were no longer his only family.

His voice was steady when he spoke. “I intend to seek the living waters of Mandalore to atone for my actions.” He withdrew the beskar from the bag at his side. “After all, everything I did was to protect my clan.”

He knew her attention was on the pieces as he placed them lightly upon the tabletop. She said nothing regarding his explanation. Well, it was better than flat-out denying him.

“I have need of your services.” He continued. She picked up the bars, sliding them between gloved fingers. 

Finally, she turned her attention to him once more. “You are serious about your pardon, Din Djarin?”

He nodded once. “Yes.”

“It is said that the mines beneath Mandalore are lost forever. You will likely need to overcome great challenges to find them. It will be no easy task.”

He was unflinching in his response. “I have faith in my own abilities and my creed. I intend to see it through.”

There was a lengthy pause. She placed the beskar back onto the table, each bar side-by-side. Every muscle in his body was tense. 

The blinking light of the stars and the warmth of flame reflected in her gilded helmet. She was sage in her reply. “Then it shall be done. This is the way.”

“This is the way.” He echoed.

“Then, what shall I craft for you?”

That was easier than he had expected. He let out a quiet breath of relief before responding. “Twin vambraces. Fit to female proportions… with the Mudhorn signet.”

She turned from the table and approached her tools, carefully selecting what she would require for the job. 

“So, your clan is three now?” Din briefly let his mind wander back to you, particularly to the way you had yielded so easily to his touch aboard the Crest only a night prior. Frankly, he couldn’t help it. You seemed to have invaded every crevice of his mind, even the ones he had once thought closed and scarred over forever.

I’d do it for you. It echoed through him. The words he had wanted to share with you before you left came bubbling back to the surface, strong and insistent. The words Peli had prompted him to spit the hell out.

“Yes.” He had never been so sure of anything in his life. “It has been for a while.”

The Armourer retrieved the beskar from the table, placing it carefully into the fiery vat. “Does she understand the significance of this gift?”

Ah, yes. Because he would have to explain it to you. With the presence of the signet, you would know that it wasn’t simply a normal piece of armour. It was a claim, and a question, and a declaration.

He only hoped it wouldn’t be too much… wouldn’t be intimidating or overwhelming.

“She will.” He had considered you a part of his clan for some time. But, up until now, it had remained unspoken. The injury had been his final push towards this. 

His thoughts were interspersed by the bubbling of the molten ore, and he was just distantly aware of the Armourer preparing the moulds.

The fear he had felt when you were unconscious was all-pervading. It was only after he had rested for several hours and checked your vitals more times than he could count that he realized exactly what had happened in that cockpit after he had activated the hyperdrive.

He hadn’t even considered the removal of his helmet. No part of him had second-guessed the action before he made it. He valued his creed, so much, but he had come to realize that he valued two things more.

And with that depth of connection, of care and empathy and passion, it was silly to pretend it was anything less.

For the first time ever, when the Armourer lifted her hammer, the flashbacks he beheld in the sparks were not of the trauma of his past.

Canto Bight was already a bustle of activity by the time you landed. You tried not to let yourself get swept up in the glamour of it all but, maker, it was beautiful.

In the early afternoon, you were able to admire the architecture, the cleanliness of the streets and, most interestingly, the cutting-edge fashion of the visitors. You had never seen such a variety of rich fabrics, beading, and detail before. Almost selfishly, some part of you yearned for it.

Your train of thought was regularly interspersed by the memory of why you were there. In the hour you had been on the ground, you had picked out more hunters than you could count, recognizable by the heavy weaponry they kept strapped to their sides. You had narrowly avoided a skirmish between a human and a Wookie, and it was pretty easy to tell who the winner of that particular battle would be.

Mercifully, you had not drawn any persistent stares. Though you weren’t exactly dressed the part of the wealthy visitor, with your lack of equipment, it was easy to mistake you for a servant or employee. Without the Mandalorian, you were unremarkable.

And though the anonymity was exactly what you had wanted, the loss of him at your side felt like a phantom limb. 

You had scouted the perimeter of the casino as soon as you landed and marked potential areas for Din to access the skylight you had identified earlier. The dull ache in your leg had sharpened into a persistent pain from the long walk, and now you were seeking a place to sit for a moment and regain some strength.

There was another issue that had presented itself along the way. If you were to gain access to the auction as a guest, you would need to look the part. You had brought a hefty sum of credits with you to afford lodging for the night but had not budgeted enough towards what you would need to wear.

And the designers here were all kriffing expensive. Of course they would be. This town was the pinnacle of glamour, and the streets were a veritable fashion show.

You had ducked into a cheaper atelier to try on a simple black number. Mercifully, the price had been within your range.

But in the dim light of the showroom, while you had stood atop a pedestal, the designer milling around with pins in her mouth, you knew the dress wasn’t a possibility.

It was tight around the waist, with flowing sleeves that seemed to blend effortlessly into the heavy skirts. It was well made, but the reflection you beheld in the mirror was too familiar.

The fabric, the drape, the way it shaped you… it reminded you too much of Sith robes. And you had tried to be patient while the lady had asked you how you liked it, had complimented how it suited you. But bile had been rising in your mouth, and you started to get quite dizzy and you could have sworn, just for a moment, that you beheld saffron irises once more in your reflection.

You hadn’t been able to get out of that store fast enough.

The cool air was a relief, and you took deep breaths, lifting your face to the sun. You wished, for perhaps the twentieth time that Din was there with you. He’d have some absurdly well-worded sentence of reassurance, or simply just the comfort of his presence. You had come to rely on it heavily.

The streets grew quieter the farther you ventured from the casino. There were bakeries selling sweet-smelling delicacies, jewelry stores catching the light of the sun and bedecking the lane in a rainbow of sparkles and…

You gasped lightly as the spectacle in front of you. A particularly garish stone in the jewelry window had thrown a barrage of light at the storefront opposite it, bringing your attention to a dress on display at the front. 

It wasn’t fair to describe it as a dress. It was truly a piece of art. Something about it struck you as familiar, and before you could question your actions, you had swung the door to the shop open.

A surprised young Twi’lek greeted you from over the counter. “Can I help you?”

Her voice was beautifully accented and as you stood in the entryway of her store, slightly dumbfounded, she tilted her head at you, a light smile and kind eyes.

Finally, you managed to break free of your daze. “The dress in the window… I’d like to try it on.” You expected it would be way past your budget. You also expected her to turn you away entirely, not offer a surprised look.

“Of course!” Her eyes were bright, almost relieved. “Please come this way.”

She led you to an offshoot of the main room and gestured to a simple stool in the middle. There was one large mirror in front of you, so at odds with the ostentatious look of the shop you had visited before. 

Hurriedly, the Twi’lek jogged back towards the front, carefully stripping the dress off the display form and cradling it as if it were a newborn child. You took off your jacket while you waited.

She retrieved a few other things from the desk before returning to you. A handful of pins, a measuring tape and a datapad, which were all laid on the floor to the side of the stool.

Masterfully, she separated a large swath of fabric from the body of the dress, holding out the form-fitting black piece to you. “There’s a changing room just behind that curtain.” She gestured behind you. “If you put this on, I’ll tailor the rest of the fabric to your size.”

You took the item from her, nodding your head in understanding before turning to the space she had indicated. This was much preferable to the other store, where they had insisted upon changing each client in a public area. The judging eyes had been near unbearable. 

Pulling the drape closed behind you, you quickly changed out of your clothing, taking extra care not to disrupt the bandage still neatly clasped around your leg. You had asked Din to clean it one more time before you departed. Truthfully, there wasn’t much blood on the gauze at all, you’d simply wanted an excuse to feel his hands on you again. Shameless.

You shimmied into the black garment. It was sleeveless and ribbed, thick and snug, though the skirt was a lot shorter than what you were used to. The bandage was on display, and you hoped the Twi’lek wouldn’t ask about it.

Taking a deep breath, you brushed the curtain back and re-entered the fitting area.

The woman gasped with delight. A smile, a real smile, broke unrestrained across her face and she clapped her hands together once. “Oh, thank the maker, it’s perfect!” Not a word about the wrap around your thigh. For some reason you started to feel a bit shy.

After helping you up onto the stool, she turned to get the piece of fabric from where it was draped over an armchair. It was still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

As she worked on unfolding it, she chatted, softly but enthusiastically. “What brings you to Canto Bight?”

You laughed. “Is it that easy to tell I’m not from around here?”

She eyed you in the reflection of the mirror. “I know a genuine person when I see one.” There was a hidden emotion behind her words.

You couldn’t help but inquire. “No love for the locals?”

This time when she smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes. “If I may speak freely?”

You nodded.

“It’s very hard… to live here.” She started at your waist, placing the corner at a hip bone, and wrapping around. It would need alteration, so she stuck a pin in at the meeting point. 

The rippling of the light fabric was breathtaking. It felt smooth as water as it descended to a train at your feet. She continued talking as she shaped it to your body. 

“Perhaps I should have foreseen it would be difficult to make a name for myself but…” She trailed off, toying with a fold of the cloth. “I didn’t expect so many people to resent me for who I am.”

“What do you mean?” You could see the pain in the way she furrowed her brow.

She nimbly folded another pin in the fabric. “Twi’leks, specifically women, have somewhat of a reputation in the galaxy, simply for trying to make a living, trying to make ends meet.” She was focused on her work, but you could see the tension in her body language. “But this reputation, it follows us around, even as we move and live and work in different areas, have different professions.”

You knew what she meant. There was no need to elaborate.

“But it frustrates me, you know, the lack of respect we get. Especially when we are so deserving.” She motioned around the store.

“I work so hard to make these things and I know… I know my work is good.” 

Her work wasn’t just good.

A thinner piece of attached fabric was brought up to your shoulder and left to drape down your back in a one-sided cape. She toyed with the spread of it across your collarbone.

“They think they know who I am, but they won’t give me the chance to show them who I want to be.”

“Well, they’re all bigots and frauds anyway.” She laughed lightly at your comment. “I know you don’t need me to tell you how good you are, but I have to remark on it anyway.”

A flush rose to her cheeks and she nodded once in acknowledgement and thanks. Her hand fiddled with the hem of the skirts. “I must ask you something then.”

“Of course.”

She met your eyes once again through the mirror as she crouched to be level with the base of the skirts. “I am very proud of this dress.” She let the material run through her fingers. “It has been in that window since I opened this store, and I feel I am not ready to part with it yet.”

You tried not to let your disappointment show as you nodded in understanding.

“But, I would love for you to wear it, where you are going. All I ask is that you tell people who ask about it… about me. I think if people meet my work before they meet me, perhaps we can trick them into being more open-minded. All I ask is you return it sometime after.” Her eyes were keen, eager. “I cannot think of anyone more suited to model it than you.” 

It was your turn to blush from the compliment. “It would be an honour.” She picked up the datapad, pressing a few buttons before setting it back down and rising to full height. 

“Then it is decided.” She reached out her hand. “My name is Maya.” 

She had slender, nimble fingers but a firm handshake. You gave your name in return. When she finally brought her attention back to her work, there was an easy smile on her face and a more relaxed energy in her stance.

As she placed it, the natural fall of the material made a high slit on your leg, still leaving the bandage visible. She noted it, seemingly for the first time and said: “It is best if this does not show… It will draw attention. I will switch the slit to the opposite side, yes?”

You tensed, just slightly, and she picked up on your silence, your stiffness. She shot you a knowing look. “I was in the market today. I have heard the news. I know why you are here.” She smiled that charming smile again. “It is not in my nature to underestimate a woman.”

On reflex alone, you reached out, trying to read her emotions. All you gleaned was curiosity, humour and a hint of… was it admiration? You relaxed. Her eyes were still on you, waiting expectantly. 

“If it’s not too much work, yes, having the slit on the other side would be better.” 

She hummed in agreement.

“Thank you, by the way.”

She waved off your words, undoing the waist and sticking the pin between her teeth. “You will have someone helping you, yes?”

“Yes, I have a…” You paused. What could you even call him? “…a partner.” Your voice held a dubious and hesitant tone.

Her brow furrowed. “I thought people in your profession usually worked alone?”

“Oh!” You tried to correct her, fumbling with your words. “I’m not actually… it’s my partner, he’s…” You trailed off again. “It’s complicated.”

You had her full attention now, eyes narrowed and focused as she grinned cheekily at you.

“Ah, so you’re in love with him?”

Your stomach just about hit the floor. “What makes you say that?”

That smile stayed plastered on her elven features. “If he is in this profession and you are not… it would mean you have a very good reason to stay and help him.” She cocked her head to the side. “And if he was paying you, you wouldn’t have referred to him as your partner.”

Well, she kind of had you there. You desperately tried to recover. “Like I said, it’s complicated.”

She hummed once more, her focus returning to her work again.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, brows lowering of their own accord. It wasn’t all that complicated, was it? You joined for the kid and stayed because you came to care about them… both of them. In some bone-crushing, soul-constricting way that made it hard to breathe sometimes. Simple. Not complicated.

But with Mando it was different from the child. It had been for a long, long time. You felt safe around him, went into a panic anytime he was hurt, you were off-balance, disequilibrated whenever he wasn’t around, and your thoughts of him often bordered on the improper…

You had only let yourself think about it once. When you had written that parting letter for him and left it on the Razor Crest dashboard. The letter that he never gotten to read… and likely never would.

Maker, you loved him. You were in love with him. 

Shit. 

You chewed at the corner of your lip. Maya seemed to note the action. “Glad to be of service.” she spoke quietly.

Only when she turned the mirror’s display light on did you realize why you had found the dress so familiar.

The silky silver fabric, shot with swirling veins of dark grey, was reminiscent of another material you were quite fond of.

In the soft golden light, the skirts and the cape that flowed around you looked exactly like beskar.

The dress hung from the deck doors of your suite, blowing lightly in the crisp breeze. You had taken your time in the luxurious shower, running fresh-smelling gels through your hair, and savouring the relaxing fall of the warm water.

“Din?” You now lay on your back on the patio, soaking in the last rays of sun, the comm grasped in your right hand. He should have been here by now. The sharp tang of worry seared through you, along with a more somber emotion. 

You missed him.

You tried again. “Din, are you there?” 

Silence. And then—

The device crackled. You relaxed when you heard the familiar modulated voice. “I’m here. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” There were so many things you wanted to say. Eventually, you settled for: “You’re late.”

He chuckled, the sound raspy and broken. “I had a stop to make along the way. I’ll be there soon.”

I miss you. For whatever reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. A moment of silence passed.

“Are you sure you’re alright.” Maker, for someone who claimed you had mind reading capabilities, he was scarily good at picking up on your behaviour.

“Yeah. I just…” Why was it so kriffing hard to say? “How was Grogu?” You tried to fight a grimace at the obvious change in topic.

If Din noticed, he said nothing. “Good. He fussed a bit. Wouldn’t stay in his cradle until I gave him your shirt.” You smiled wide at the information. 

“I told Peli we’d be three nights at most.” Three nights. Not the two it would likely require to get the job done. He had accounted for an extra one. Why?

You didn’t have to courage to ask right now. “Okay.”

In an attempt to break the silence, you filled him in on the recon you had done earlier. “I scouted the path we talked about from the ground. Distances between buildings aren’t too bad, it should be okay.” 

“All right, I’ll land on the east then, like we planned.” Some of his words were cut by the communicator’s bad connection.

In a few hours, you would have to start getting ready. You wanted to make it to the casino rather early, to try and establish rapport with some of the attendees before the auction even began. 

The beginning of the familiar buzz of nerves had started in your temples and you had taken a large sip of some liquor in the hotel cabinet to keep it at bay. It had worked… somewhat. But nothing could calm you quite like he could.

“Din?” The line was quiet. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here.” The sound was fuzzy, unclear. He must be in hyperspace. You paused again, cursing yourself inwardly for your cowardice. You wanted to throw something, to yell. Instead, you took a very deep breath, lifting your eyes up to the sky, to the infinitesimally faint appearance of the stars he was surely careening past right now, to get to the planet, to get to you.

The words were out before you could second guess them even more. “I miss you.”

You closed your eyes, squeezing the comm so tightly in your hand, so hard you thought it might break.

For what felt like an eternity, there was no reply. And then, a barrage of static. Followed by once sentence that made your vision go blurry.

“I miss you too.”

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18+ ONLY, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

summary: “L-look at you, humping the mattress l-like a bitch in heat,” you tease, using his own words against him. “Gonna cum for me, baby boy?”

pairing: denki kaminari x fem reader

wc: 1541

warnings: sub m, f!reader, domme reader, thigh riding, ���princess’ as a title, oral (f recieving), roommates to fwb to lovers a/n: for @httptamaki​ ’s subby boys collab! find the masterlist here <3 thank you to @angelashido​ for beta reading for me!

You fiddle with the hem of the black mesh panties of the matching set you had bought earlier on in the day. Denki should be home any minute. No doubt he’ll be a little out of it from work, but honestly? That might just work in your favour. Confidence hasn’t always been your strong suit, although since whatever this is between you and Famous Pro Hero Chargebolt started, it’s improved quite a bit. Being around him is like listening to an audiobook of Ulysses on repeat, as if he’s thinking out loud.

You shiver as you sit on the armchair in your apartment. Maybe this is too much, you think to yourself. Just as the thought crosses your mind to put on a pair of jeans and a sweater, Denki’s key slides into the lock. Well fuck, it’s now or never. You steel yourself in the few seconds you have before he opens the door and hope he can’t see from across the room how your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest.

“Heeeeell-” he starts. “Oh,” he finishes quietly, drinking in your form. He’s not subtle about eyeing the way the rose appliques tastefully cover your nipples. You swallow, and put on a figurative brave face.

“Long day?” you ask.

“Y-yeah, uh huh,” he answers, distracted by the way the elastic of your panties pinches the soft flesh of your hips.

“Thought... “ you clear your throat and reset yourself. “I thought you could use something to relieve some stress after your patrol.”

“Yup, sure,” he says, eyes trailing down to your thighs. He licks his lips.

“You’re not hearing a word I say, are you?”

“Nope,” he confirms. “Gimme.” Denki kicks his shoes off at the door and makes to take you by the waist. Hands gliding along your sides, he leans in to kiss you. You pull back. A sly smirk tugs at your lips.

“Ah, ah. I don’t think so,” you tut. Denki raises an eyebrow. “On the couch.” The order feels foreign in your mouth. Not a bad foreign, though. More like the first bite of a French macaron. To your surprise, the blond man obeys without question. “Gonna have to earn it.”

He watches, eyes wide, as you settle yourself on his lap, straddling his thigh. You take his wrists in your hands and hold them above his head. Your lips rove from his jaw, down his neck, down to his chest, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in their wake.

“What do you say, baby?” you ask.

“Y-yes, god yes, p-please,” he chokes out, pupils blown wide.

“Please, what?” you lead, slowly grinding against his thigh.

“Please let me earn it. Please, P-Princess, let me be a good boy for you,” he groans. You ghost your fingers over his clothed cock and feel it twitch under your touch.

“So eager already, and for what?” you say smugly. You release his hands and climb off of his lap. “Pants. Off. Now,” you demand.

“Y-yes, Princess!” Denki scrambles to unbuckle the utility belt of his hero costume. There’s nothing deft about his movement, not an ounce of grace left in the man. He tosses his pants and belt on the chair across the room and sits as he was again.

“Good boy,” you coo. You find your place on his lap again and grind down. He hisses at the friction of your knee nudging his balls through his boxers as you move. Your lips part and a soft moan falls from them. Denki’s hands drift down to your hips, unconsciously guiding them as he stares at the wet patch forming on your panties. You tap his cheek lightly twice and stop moving.

“Up here, baby,” you say, guiding his hands to your chest. Greedily, he takes your breasts in his hands, massaging and playing with them as if he’s never gotten the chance to before. “Flex your thigh for me, won’t you? That’s a good boy,” you sigh, leaning forward and rocking your clit against your roommate. At any other time if he had you like this, he’d tease you for acting like a bitch in heat, making you edge for him. The thought of turning the tables on him is delicious. You suck a dark spot on his neck to bite back a groan that Denki can feel in his throat as you cum. He runs his fingers through your hair, the softness of his touch making you lean into his hands.

“I wanna see you do that again,” he whispers.

“I’m not here to care about what you want,” you murmur back sweetly. For the first time this afternoon, you glide your hand up and down his clothed shaft. His hips buck up, sending you closer to his face. You bump your head against his, and giggle.

“You okay, Princess?” He kisses your forehead.

“Mhm, I’m fine, don’t worry.” You give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Floor, please, baby,” you say, standing to let him follow your command. As he goes to sit on the floor you disappear from his view for a moment, only to return with your favourite toy. It’s thick, and a transparent yellow that reminds you of Kaminari’s electric hero persona. Your panties on the floor, your legs spread, and your roommate’s face the most delectable, deep shade of pink, you have everything where you want it.

Keeping your eyes locked onto Denki, you slide your hand between your open legs and rub your clit lightly once, twice, three times… You watch as his eyes follow your fingers. You slide your middle finger from the bottom of your slit to the top. Denki chokes on a groan seeing the string of your essence connecting your pussy to your finger when you pull away.

“Wanna touch, please, Princess. Can I taste? Y’look so delicious,” he begs.

“If you’re good and patient, baby,” you promise. You guide the dildo into yourself and bite your lip. Inch by agonizingly slow inch you take the toy up to the base. By the time you’re able to move it, your head’s thrown back and you’re only barely aware of Denki watching your every move with bated breath. Each time he goes to touch himself, he mentally swats away his own hand. Even when you’re in your own little world, he wants to be a good boy for you.

It’s not long until your second orgasm hits you. Your hips lift off of the couch and you whimper with a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The overstimulation of fucking yourself past your climax makes you mewl. Your eyes flutter open and you see Denki staring at you, jaw dropped. You run your thumb against your clit and groan. After all the hard work he puts in as a hero, you think he deserves a bit of a show.

“W-was so good, didn’t touch myself at all or nothing,” he pants. “Lemme taste you, please. I-I wanna taste you so bad, need it, please!” You nod. He scrambles to his feet and picks you up. “Wanna be comfy when I make you feel good,” he says, carrying you to his bedroom. He lays you down gingerly. “Can I take my clothes off?”

“Go ahead,” you affirm.

Within seconds Denki’s naked, lying on his stomach between your legs. With his tongue broad and flat, he licks a long stripe up your cunt. He moans into your skin.

“Taste so good, Princess. Better when you make me wait,” he mumbles. Another stroke of his tongue like the first, then a third before he delves into your hole. He brings his hand up around your thigh and flicks his thumb over your sensitive nub.

“F-fuck,” you whine. “S-such a good boy for me.” Denki whimpers at your praise, the vibrations going straight to your core. A loud moan escapes your lips. You lace your fingers in his hair and tug lightly. Hand firmly at the back of his head, you guide his lips to your clit. He seals them around it and sucks with a gentle hunger. His tongue flicks against you desperately.

“L-look at you, humping the mattress l-like a bitch in heat,” you tease, using his own words against him. “Gonna cum for me, baby boy?”

He nods into your sex, the extra friction making you choke out a sob. You feel yourself reaching the familiar precipice.

“C’mon baby, just a little more, just a -- j-just like that just like that!” you cry. Denki slides two large fingers into your velvet walls and curls them just right, the way that has you coming undone on him in seconds. He chokes out a sob as he cums, staining the sheets of his bed with white. He takes his time lazily cleaning up the evidence of your pleasure, peppering kisses along your thighs, to your hips, up your tummy, your chest, and finally ending with a tender kiss to your lips.

“Gonna have to wear that more often, sweetheart,” he murmurs, a grin plastered across his face. “I’ll be your good boy if you’ll be mine.”

“If I’ll be your what?” you ask, breathless. He places a sweet kiss on your nose.

“Just mine.”

[whump-or-whatever]

Defiant whumpee, beating, whipping, public torture, made an example, collars, self-sacrifice

Sooo this is the first longer story I’m posting here. I wrote this a while ago just for me (I don’t usually share my stories), but I figured y’all might be interested so voici.

• • •

What had once been a simple small city had become a war-torn landscape in hours as the faction descended from the sky in helicopters and planes. The faction mercenaries stormed downtown, and a base was set up outside of the city, at a university campus. All of the students and professors that could be rounded up were led to the gym complex at gunpoint and directed into the largest gymnasium. Here, they were lined up in rows and columns, evenly spaced, at which point their hands were zip-tied in front of them.

Whumpee found themself on the very edge column of the group on the right of the auditorium, a large gap to their left for the mercenaries to strut the length of. At the front of the gymnasium they faced a makeshift stage. Once the zip ties were all done up and the guards stood at attention in even intervals, the entire room fell dead silent. Every person waited with bated breath.

Eventually, the singular noise of dress shoes on wood floors filled the auditorium. A man in a dark suit appeared in the doorway and sauntered up to the makeshift stage. After him followed two mercenaries, who dragged a limp man with his head lolled against his chest between them. The men placed the unconscious prisoner on the floor beside the dress shoe’d man, and attached a chain between a loop bolted to the floor and a metal collar encircling the prisoner’s neck. When they had finished, the dress shoe’d man nodded once and they joined their colleagues against the wall.

“I am the leader of this faction,” the man intoned at last. “This city is now under our control, and I am your new leader.”

Whumpee snuck a quick glance backward down the aisle and noticed a mercenary with a large camera. Broadcasting it to the rest of the country, they figured.

“You will kneel before me,” the man said coldly as whumpee returned their gaze forward.

At first nobody moved, but then people began to shift onto their knees, one by one. Whumpee remained standing. They watched as almost the entire gymnasium lowered itself before the dictator of the faction. They could not believe how easily everyone gave in.

When only a few were left standing, the mercenaries began their rounds, taking jabs at the backs of knees or wrestling people to the ground. One came up behind whumpee and gave them a hard jab to the side. The air was forced out of whumpee’s lungs and they folded in on their side, but did not go down.

As the mercenary pulled his arm back to strike again, whumpee leaned down further and grabbed his leg, pulling it out from under him and sending him sprawling on his back forcefully. Before they could make any further moves, however, the mercenary had his gun pointed at them. Without his eyes leaving whumpees face, the mercenary pushed himself up with one hand. Once he was standing, he pistol whipped his victim, sending them sprawling to the ground. Whumpee groaned and cupped their cheek, eyes squeezed shut as pain split through their face.

“You will kneel,” said the guard gruffly.

It took a moment, but whumpee was able to breathe through the pain and push themself up into a sitting position. They noticed that nobody remained standing; They had all given up. Setting their resolve, whumpee pushed themself up as if to shift into a kneeling position, but continued until they unfolded themself and stood up fully.

The mercenary pulled his gun back as if to strike whumpee again, but was halted by a somewhat amused sounding “wait” from his boss. Letting his arm drop, the mercenary stepped aside, eyes focused on the floor, as the dictator strolled carefree down the aisle to where whumpee stood.

He looked them in the eye and smiled at the cold resilience he found there. “Will you not kneel before your new leader?” He asked in a voice saturated with mock pity.

Whumpee glared at the man, eyes hard as steel. “I will not,” they said with finality.

The man seemed further amused by this. Tilting his head, he asked, “why not?”

Whumpee scoffed at this and shook their head, “because I will not submit to a fascist dictator who never learned how to share as a child and therefore feels he can invade and seize control of other people and their land.”

The dictator’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Oh, is that so?” He asked rhetorically. “Well, we will see whether you kneel or not once you have been thoroughly educated.”

With that, the man looked at the guard and jerked his head toward the stage before heading off in the direction he had indicated. The guard that had hit whumpee grabbed their arm, and two more came up from behind. Whumpee was led up the aisle to the stage, where the dictator already stood at his podium. The guards wrapped a collar around whumpee’s neck and fastened it to the floor as they had the unconscious man, who whumpee could now see was the mayor of the city.

Once the mercenaries had backed away once more, the dictator directed his voice towards the camera at the back of the room. “People of this country, you have seen what I and my army are capable of. You have seen how easy it is to submit and accept things as they are, and those of you who still think to oppose me will soon see how hard it can be to do so.” He smiled at his final words, and turned to face whumpee, leaning on the podium. “You’re in for a world of hurt little one.”

• • •

Whumpee’s cheek hit the ground forcefully again, the result of the latest in a long line of punches to the face. Their left eye was swollen shut and their lip was split and bleeding. They found themself swimming in their own head.

As the guard breaking his fist on their face raised his arm once more, the dictator signalled for a pause. The guard stepped back, making way for the dictator. Fancy black dress shoes slowly swam into focus for whumpee before they were hauled up by a firm hand in their hair. Their eyes squeezed shut until they were in a kneeling position and the pain lessened.

When they opened their eyes they were met with the face of the dictator. He smiled cooly, searching whumpee’s eyes. “Now,” he said, “are you ready to kneel?”

With that the dictator entirely released whumpee, taking a step back to watch events unfold. Whumpee panted for a moment before they forced themself to move. Slowly, they set their stiff legs beneath them and pushed themself up into a standing position. Their knees wobbled and their head swam, but their eyes burned bright as they stared down the dictator.

“I will not kneel,” they stated defiantly, words only slightly muffled by their swollen lip. A brief flash of anger crossed the dress shoed man’s face before he regained his casual demeanour.

“No worry, you will. All in good time,” the dictator spoke flatly.

• • •

The cracking of a whip echoed through the gymnasium. Whumpee lay on their side on the stage, barely having the energy to arch away from the stinging blows that rained down on their back. Tears streamed down their face, and their screams had long since faded into broken sobs and whimpers. They could feel the hot, sticky pool of blood on the floor beneath them adhering to their skin and clothes. The criss-crossed lashes on their back screamed and throbbed, dominating all of their senses.

With a sly smile, the dictator held up a hand to stop the man with the whip. He sauntered over to whumpee, walking a circle around them and eyeing them appraisingly. Their entire form trembled, and their eyes, while open, were glassy and unseeing. Their breaths came is short, shaky gasps, whimpers leaving their throat occasionally as jolts of pain shot through them.

Careful to avoid getting blood on his pants, the dress shoe’d man knelt down beside whumpee. He smiled as he took in their ravaged back up close, then placed a gentle hand on whumpee’s cheek. They gave no response barring a quick hitching of breath.

“What of your defiance now, little one? Do you still believe that resistance is viable? Or will you now kneel before me?” The dictator cooed.

Whumpee attempted an intake of breath to respond, but it stuck in their throat, sending them into a coughing fit.

“Oooh, it hurts, doesn’t it?” The dictator said in mock-sympathy.

Whumpee swallowed roughly and spoke in a broken voice, barely louder than a whisper between ragged breaths. “I will never… kneel for you… you bastard.”

The dictator sneered, while whumpee’s lips quirked up into a near-hysteric grin. In a moment of anger, the man brought the heel of his shoe down on whumpee’s ribs, sending them into another coughing fit.

“You will all kneel,” the dictator hissed before standing up in a flurry and storming off.

• • •

That’s all folks. (Might write more at some point idk.) Thanks for reading!

[wri0thesley]

nat something about toji drives me absolutely feral, can i have a scenario or something where he meets reader at a bar and they have a steamy one night stand i don’t know i just want this beeg beefy dilf to absolutely ruin my puthy (fem reader please!)

anon, i really hope you have a corruption kink

Favourite (So Far) - Toji x Fem!Reader (5k)

Toji sees you sitting alone at a bar; all quiet and soft and unsure, and absolutely begging to be ruined - and he decides he can help with that.

warnings: afab reader, fem pronouns. not sfw, mentions of murder. corruption kink, virgin reader, dacryphilia, fingering, coming inside, dirty talk. 

Toji normally doesn’t bother lingering after he’s held up his end of the bargain, but the money is burning a hole in his pocket and the minute he’d left the body of the man he’d been hired to kill locked in the back office of the bar, he’d remembered you.

He estimates he’s got a good half an hour before anyone realises the man is dead. If they’d wanted him to clear up after himself, they should have written it in the contract – still, with how awkward you’d looked and how your eyes kept darting about the place, Toji is pretty sure he’ll have you away from the bar and with his arm around your waist in . . . ooh, ten minutes? Fifteen, at a push.

He knows your type.

You’re uncomfortable, watching your friends go off and flirt and dance – pulling at your skirt (you’re uncomfortable in that, too), tugging your thin shirt up to cover your chest, ordering something non-alcoholic and looking morosely at it. Your eyes avoiding when men try and catch your gaze, your posture tensing – he’s pretty certain that you do not want to be here, and Toji is going to offer you an alternative that he thinks you might prefer.

You don’t notice him until he’s right beside you (people never do), leaning in against your ear, one of his arms slapping on the bar beside you, caging you in on your barstool. You start, moving back, blinking your pretty eyes at him in clear surprise, your mouth a soft ‘o’ – ah. Toji can tell you’re the kind of girl who isn’t used to male attention, who doesn’t think that you’re anything special. Shy. Probably untouched-- he’s grinning at you, and he doesn’t miss the little swallow, the flash of interest in your eyes (girls like you always like the idea of getting involved in something a little dangerous)--

“Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

The voice is rough and low and dark, startling you from your reverie. Your friends have all, indeed, long gone – after sighing at you that you’re no fun, that they shouldn’t have asked you to come out with them anyway – you’re surprised by the man it belongs to, all raven hair and piercing green eyes and a scar on his lip that your eyes can’t help but trace the line of – how does somebody end up with a scar like that?

“Oh,” you bluster, feeling embarrassed and unsure by the way he’s looking at you, the easy way he throws out the pet name, the casual authority he’s emanating by how you’ve been caged. “I’m-- I don’t really--”

He chuckles.

“Me neither,” he says. “Lemme get you somethin’ soft, then--”

It would be easier, he thinks, if you had agreed – if you’d been softened a little bit by the buzz of alcohol. Still, he knows that what he gives off is heady enough that you’ll come with him anyway – he doesn’t drink himself, so he’s not exactly going to blame you for wanting to keep your wits about you. Smart thing, for all of how vulnerable you look in a short skirt and high heels and a low-cut top. He’s ordered something for you before you can refute – you can’t deny to yourself that it’s nice. It’s nice to have someone be interested in you. It’s nice, too, that said someone is rugged and six foot something with corded veins and muscle in thick biceps and forearms.

You’re staring at him, and Toji allows it, letting his own gaze crawl across your pretty face, your body, the way the cheap lights of this dive are picking out the shine in your eyes and the gloss of your lipstick.

“What’s a cute little thing like you doin’ on her own somewhere like this?” He asks you, lifting the glass to his lips. You try not to stare at them, though your stomach is twisting. You shrug, awkwardly.

“I got dragged here by some friends,” you say, inclining your head towards the dance-floor, where your friends are very much living up to their earlier assertion that they were going to have a wild time and if you weren’t going to join in, then you could just wallow in your misery.

“Ah,” he raises his eyebrows, eyes briefly brushing over where you’d indicated before returning to you. Something about the way that those eyes are pinning you like a butterfly to a cork board makes you squirm, heat curling in your lower belly. Nobody has ever looked at you like that before. This man is staring at you like he wants to take you apart, and it’s exhilarating. “You not the dancin’ sort, huh?” Another swallow. The bob in his throat is mesmerising. “Can’t blame ya. Pretty thing like you’s probably inundated with attention the minute y’get out there--”

You laugh, softly, heat rising to your cheeks. Toji can’t help but think how cute that is – you’re so obviously unaware of yourself. When he gets you on your back, he knows you’ll have that certain kind of naivety that never fails to get him hard and aching in his pants; wide eyes and bitten lips and breath dying in your throat at the touch of his teeth and hands and cock.

“Nothing like that,” you say, “I just--”

Your eyes catch something. Toji looks too, as you’re interrupted by a pretty girl tottering up to you both in an even shorter skirt and even higher heels. Her eyes linger on Toji, a fraction too long, before she turns to you and pouts and says your name, making you wince. There’s a whining tone to her voice.

She’s complaining that someone’s spilt a drink over her, and Toji sees now that her expensive-looking shirt is stained dark brown. He hadn’t noticed the scent of beer wafting from her because of the overall air of the bar is absolutely saturated in it, but now that she’s right there . . . he wrinkles his nose.

“You have to come home with me, nobody else will,” she tugs on your arm. “And you said you weren’t having fun anyway, so you can always stay there, but I need to change out of this--”

There’s a world-weary quality in your eyes. Something that suggests to Toji that you’re used to being the designated person to take care of your friends, to dropping things to clean up after them – those big eyes and the downturn of your mouth and the softness of your voice all suggest to him that maybe part of the reason you’re so demure, so . . . innocent . . . is because you haven’t had a chance to explore anything else.

Toji drapes a thick arm around your shoulders. You jump at the contact – but almost as if it’s against your will, you nestle into him. Closer to him. A prey animal knows when it’s being protected, after all – even if it doesn’t know, yet, that he’s the predator.

“We’re a bit busy here,” he says, keeping his tone affable with a knife-sharp edge. The girl opens her mouth, as if she’s going to protest – but Toji grins, his eyes darkening, his mouth tilting to show just a little bit too much teeth. He lets himself draw himself up a little taller, so that his breadth and his height and the taut muscles beneath his tight shirt are unarguable. Your friend falters, shoots you a look, and then shrugs.

“F-fine,” she says, “I’ll go on my own--”

She walks away, pouting, storm clouds rising off of her. You’re trembling imperceptibly (adorable) – he thinks this might be the first time you’ve ignored one of your friends. Eager to please little thing, he supposes – the kind of person who wants to be liked and will do almost anything to keep it that way, with big doe eyes and a trembling lip and your chest thrust out unconsciously.

Oh, he will ruin you, and you’ll thank him for it afterwards.

“Sorry if I’m oversteppin’ my boundaries there,” he says to you, and you look at him with your eyes big and wide and wet your lips, his cock giving an answering throb. You breathe very softly;

“N-no, thank you, it’s . . . it’s nice to not have to deal with them, for once--”

Toji leans further into you, his arm not leaving your shoulders – close enough that his breath tickles the shell of your ear, and your brain short-circuits at a handsome older man leaning so close and intimately to you.

“You don’t wanna stay here, though, do ya?” His other hand is suddenly on your leg, calloused fingertips brushing the soft skin of your thigh. Your heart skips a beat, your body reacting – threads of heat sewing themselves into knots between your thighs. “You wanna split?”

His eyes do not stray to the clock behind the bar, but he estimates it’s been about eleven minutes. Longer than he was expecting, but – as you bite your lip and stand up, letting his fingertips drag dangerously close to the part of you between your legs, Toji decides it’s worth it.

His place is nothing special. For a man as well-paid as he is, you’d expect something a little classier, maybe – but for a man with the kind of profession Toji Fushiguro has, he doesn’t spend much time in it. He’s too busy travelling to care about it beyond anything other than a place to crash, eat, and bring home his conquests. And you don’t seem disgusted by it as he pushes you roughly into the room, arm locking around your waist, mouth dipping to taste you – so Toji doesn’t worry about it too much.

You’re still trembling against him, your entire body thrumming with energy that you’re not used to – but that all works to his advantage. It works to the advantage of directing you into his room, until your back hits the bed with a soft ‘whoomph’ of air and Toji is kneeling over you, your eyes big and wide and blown as they look up at him.

You’d been so easy to convince back here. You’d made a couple of quiet whispers about how you shouldn’t, the way that good girls like you do – but his fingers had cupped your cheek and his body had pressed against yours and he’d smiled that dangerous knife-edge smile and you’d been putty in his hands, trembling kneed and so very adaptable as you’d walked beside him with your breath unsteady in your chest at your own daring.

Now, though, with a man’s bed behind you and a man’s cock digging into your stomach where he has you caged underneath him, things are beginning to feel far more real. You take another shuddering breath, not meeting his eyes as you whisper;

“I—I haven’t--”

Oh, fuck. If you knew what those little words did to him – if you could have heard the monster roaring in his chest at how excited he was that he’d not only get to utterly ruin you, but to get to be the first one to do it . . . He’d let himself hope, based on your way of holding yourself all demure and prim, that you’d be a virgin, but to hear it from your own lips with your skin rapidly heating up under the confession.

“That’s alright, sweetheart,” Toji practically coos at you, as his big fingers go to your shirt, tugging it off with expert precision. “I ain’t gonna break you—”

(Well. Not in any way you aren’t going to beg for.)

Breath caught in your throat as your bra is unclipped, the lacy garment dropped onto the floor. His own shirt follows – you can barely stop yourself ogling him, the firm abdominal muscles, the scars across his pectorals. You can tell, based on how many scars he’s bearing, just how dangerous the man above you must be.

The one like a starburst is a bullet scar, you’re pretty sure. The one wrapping around his side is too big to be anything but a knife or a sword – this is a man involved in something dangerous, something shady – and even that isn’t enough to get you to ask him to stop.

Staring down at your newly exposed breasts, Toji can’t resist leaning in; sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, dragging his teeth across the sensitive bud, lapping at it until your back arches and you whimper so prettily that it goes straight through him and straight to his cock. The wet kisses trail back up to your neck, blunt teeth tugging at your skin, sucking quickly stinging bruise marks into the skin so that everybody will know what this cute little virgin was up to last night--

A rough tug to your earlobe makes you moan. A nip to your lower lip makes you practically mewl. And his rough fingertips pushing up your skirt to your waist, letting his fingers dig into your plush thighs so hard that there’s no way you won’t be marked with fingerprints tomorrow – that makes you whine.

“You like bein’ pushed around a little bit, cutie?” The pet name, again, has blood rushing to your face and heat rushing to between your legs. You’re suddenly so very aware of how slick you are, how your underwear is clinging to the folds of your sex. How much of that is his fingers and how much of it is his voice and how much of it is how exposed you are in front of him, you don’t know – but you bite your lip and avert your gaze, and this just seems to spur him on. Both of you know the answer: yes. Yes, you do like being pushed around a little bit--

“These are soaking wet,” he tells you, as the matching lacy underwear to your bra is peeled off of you. He readjusts himself, grabbing your thigh and pressing your knee against your chest so that he can move his hips between your two legs as well as get a proper look at what you’ve been hiding beneath the tiny skirt – he lets out a low whistle, those green eyes greedily drinking you in like you’re a painting hung in an art gallery. “Well, look at you. Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

He sees how the compliment makes you squirm at the same time as it makes your cute little hole, exposed thanks to the stretch of your leg, flutter around nothing. He might break you if he doesn’t prepare you properly; you’re so small, and it’s been a real long time since he bedded a virgin--

One of his fingers drags through your slick with no preamble, brushing your fluttering hole, and the noise catches in your throat – halfway between a whimper and a soft sigh, a noise that does not serve to do anything but make him repeat the motion, gathering your glimmering arousal on the same thick digit. He brings it to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste you.

“Mm, you should taste yourself,” he says to you, eyes glinting. “You’re like honey, sweetheart--” Toji doesn’t wait for you to say yes or no. His finger pushes past your lips, so you’re forced to taste yourself on his fingertips, brushing over your tongue. His eyes focus very deeply on you, like you’re the only thing in his orbit worth paying attention to. “Why don’t you give my finger a suck, darlin’? You’ll want it as wet as you can get it--”

Not that you’re not plenty wet enough. But there’s something so endearing about the feel of your tongue hesitantly licking at him, the shine of your eyes. If he wasn’t hard enough to cut diamonds, he would have you suck his cock first, if only to see those pretty lips wrapped around his shaft and to hear you choke a little bit, to see your makeup go runny and messy and ruined--

“Atta girl,” he says, roughly, pulling his finger out (the trail of drool sends another of those throbs of heat through him). The finger drags over your slit again, parting the plump lips – and then, he’s pushing his finger inside you, your walls pulsing around him. You’re so fucking tight. He knows you weren’t lying about being a virgin – the gasp that dies in your throat, the hand that tangles in his bedsheets, the little lift of your hips to help him along – all of those are things that are entirely sensation responses, not in the least calculated, and Toji loves that.

The finger pumps in and out of you, helped along by your slick, until he can press another alongside it and scissor them gently, stretching out your channel in preparation for what you’re going to take in a matter of minutes. Your teeth keep digging into your bottom lip, as if you’re afraid to make too much of a noise – he chuckles as he brushes your swollen clit with his thumb.

“C’mon,” he growls, “don’t hold out on me. Lemme hear you--”

Oh, you’re so embarrassed – but you’re also, he can tell, the kind of girl who can’t resist an order. You let your mouth relax, drop open – and next time his thumb rubs firmly across your clit, the noise is caught only by the ceiling above you both. He makes some little noise of praise that you can’t fully discern, because now he’s started pulling forth your pleasure he doesn’t want to stop. Three fingers. His thumb, toying with your clit, rubbing firm circles with it as he feels your channel clench and quiver around his fingers. He rubs at the textured spot on your inner walls and you groan, your other hand gripping his forearm, your brow forming sweat. Your hips are circling, needy, in search of more stimulation.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” Toji asks you, his voice like cigarettes and leather. “C’mon. Let me see-- let me feel your pretty cunt clench--”

Something about the dirty words pushes you over the edge and you tumble down a dark hole, fireworks exploding inside of you, stars bursting into being behind your eyelids as pleasure washes over you in great waves. You soak Toji’s fingers, your walls sucking him in deeper and deeper.

Your breath comes in great pants, the aftershocks of your orgasm still gently rippling through you even as Toji pulls his fingers out of you. You look up at the man as he adjusts himself with his other hand, as if in a haze – and as if in a haze, when he roughly pushes those three fingers back into your mouth, you suckle on them with your mind and thoughts all misty. All you can think about is him. That’s what he wanted, anyway – cute little demure virgin, cock drunk even without him fucking you properly – he breaks girls like you on the regular, but you might be one of his favourites.

He tugs down his pants enough to reveal his flushed cock, curving to lay against his stomach, hard and leaking precome from a reddened tip. Your eyes widen (he always loves that moment), as you realise why he took pains to prepare you with his fingers.

“Whaddya think?” He asks you, teasing, wrapping his fist around the shaft. Even his big hands around it do nothing to make it look smaller, and you barely realise that you’re staring until he slaps your thighs with it, streaking his own wetness all over you. “You’ll give a man a complex, sweetheart--”

“I-I don’t have much to compare it to,” you say, desperately, heated and needy even though you literally just came. You want him inside you. You never thought you’d be so easily broken down into wanting to be fucked, but here you are – something primal inside of you is awoken by the size of his cock and the glitter in his eyes and the sculpted muscle, and you want to be desecrated. “Y-you look big--”

He laughs at that. Yeah, you definitely don’t have much to compare it to if that’s your take-away. Still. It’s cute, how you’ve spread your legs a little wider, how you’re not hiding the fact you’re looking at him like he’s some kind of angel who’s finally granted you a taste of the celestial city.

“I feel big too,” he tells you, with a smirk that rattles you to your core. “Wanna find out?”

When you nod, he grins – those big hands take a hold of your thighs, pressing both of your knees to your chest this time. He takes a moment to enjoy you in this position – those wide eyes, the lewd splay of your legs revealing the glimpse of your cunt still tantalisingly shining with the remnants of your orgasm. You squirm under his hungry gaze, exposed – and that does nothing to quell the hunger that seems to be thrumming through Toji, with every clench and wriggle.

“Good,” he tells you, rubbing his cock through the mess you’ve made of yourself, making sure the head nudges your clit and he can see the way you shiver. “You’re bein’ such a good girl for me--”

He catches on your entrance and you let out a keen. With your knees pressed to your chest, you’re unable to get a grip on Toji’s shoulders, and you have to console yourself with fisting the bedsheets beneath you (rumpled even before you’d ended up there).

The position he’s got you in means that you feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, every throb – inch by inch, as he sheaths himself slowly inside you. He can’t help but watch as your jaw goes slack, as your eyes cloud with the feeling of him entering you – as tears bead in the corner of your eyes at the burn and stretch--

Oh, fuck, the tears. He wonders if you feel the way that his cock seems to harden at that, at how pretty you look all glassy-eyed and helpless and trying to take him. He’s maybe two thirds in and almost at the limit of forward motion, but you whimper, letting your head fall back--

“P-please,” you say, “I—I can take it--”

He laughs, low and dangerous. He leans in, brushes his lips over your sweat slicked forehead. His tone is syrupy sweet when he speaks, as he angles his hips just so that he sinks another aching inch into the sweet kiss of your tight cunt.

“Oh, I know you will, sweetheart,” he murmurs, sounding almost like a threat. His eyes flash downwards, to see how tightly you’re clinging to him – how big his cock looks, disappearing into your slick sex. How the glistening ring of your need coats him. Just a bit further – watching himself claim you is almost hypnotic.

He wants to see you on your hands and knees, watch his cock stretch you out that way. He wants to see you gag and choke and drool around his cock, wants to see your small hands wrap around him, wants to have you in every position until you’re so fucked silly you can barely move--

But for now, he hilts inside of you, his balls slapping against your slick skin. His face splits into a smile as his eyes travel back up, to the bulge in your stomach that he knows is from just how big his cock is, to your thighs trembling even with him keeping them prone against you. You’re so cute. The tears have spilled past the rim of your eyelids now, wetting your cheeks – they’re so maddeningly sexy, on your pretty face. He’s not going to last half as long as he wants to, he doesn’t think – not when you’ve been driving him to distraction since the moment he laid eyes on you.

He can barely remember he killed a man less than an hour ago.

That’s old news, unimportant compared to how your walls flutter around him as he pulls out. Unimportant compared to the arch of your back, the rock of your breasts, the great gasps of air.

He’s not a kind man, but he doesn’t go out of his way to be an asshole to his conquests – so he lets you get used to the rolling rhythm of his hips, slowly. He doesn’t piston his hips in and out of you, not at first. He lets the slow drag of his cock on your sensitive inner walls make you shiver, make you gasp and moan and whimper. And only after he’s earned the light hump of your hips against his, searching for the sensation yourself, does he let himself fuck you the way he wants to.

He wants to record the moan-squeak-whimper of surprise as he begins to pump his hips in earnest. It’s a noise he’s heard before, but coming from your pretty mouth it seems all the more potent. His hips jerk into you and out of you, the noise of skin slapping against skin very loud in the bedroom. The slick noises of his cock driving in and out of your tight cunt would be shaming if it didn’t feel so good, if you didn’t get a shock of want every time his body ground against your clit on the inner thrust.

You lose track of time, with the dangerous man you met at the bar bent over you. He mouths greedily at your lips, seeming to treasure every noise you make and swallow it down his throat like a sweet candy – he bites at your neck, at your throat, the grip on your thighs never faltering for a moment. You can do nothing but let yourself be folded in half, and let him fuck you like an animal.

That seems right. He’s rutting into you deep and hungrily, almost feral in his enjoyment of your body. He drops one of your legs suddenly, letting it hit the mattress, readjusting his hips so that one of his hands can dive between you and--

He’s playing with your clit again. The pads of his fingers are rough, and you wonder if he handles a gun like the one that gave him that starburst scar. You wonder how dangerous these fingers are, the ones that were buried inside you and are now coaxing your poor, swollen clit to another orgasm.

“Come on, baby girl,” he growls, pressing harder, making your thighs jump with tension. “Wanna feel you come with my cock buried in that pretty little cunt--”

You whimper, throwing your head to the side and letting a cry out into the pillow like a mewl. Toji would be mad that you’d stifled the cute little noise, if the sight of you submissively showing him your neck (one of your softest parts) hadn’t scratched an itch for dominance inside of him – and if the feel of your body clenching and pulsating around his cock wasn’t currently finally pushing him over the edge, making him judder his hips against you as he shoots rope after rope of his come directly inside of you.

Your shoulders are heaving with the effort of the orgasm that’s still ricocheting through you, your toes curling, your body clenching and soaking Toji’s cock with your orgasm. You don’t even realise he’s come inside of you until he pulls out slightly and you wince at the feel of that same come, his load far too thick and full to not have a bit of it trickling out of your stretched hole. Toji admires the look of it; darkened from his persistent thrusts, your syrupy slick mixing with the thick pearly white of his seed.

“Y-you came inside me,” you say, your voice half-clogged with the tears that are still glistening on your cheeks (a low pulse of heat in his groin. His refractory period has always been short – and with a cute little thing like you in his bed, who can blame him for wanting to fuck you again almost immediately?). “I—I don’t even know your name--”

Oh, shit. He’d quite forgotten. He knows yours from the girl in the bar (that already feels like a lifetime ago). He can hear the uncertainty in your voice, the kind of confusion that seems to say ��good girls don’t do this, I would never do this, who is this stranger wearing my skin with a man’s come making their thighs sticky?’. It’s part of the process of breaking that Toji loves so much.)

“Sure did, darlin’,” he says, absent-mindedly scooping some of the come that’s oozed out of you and pressing it back inside. He wins a whimper for that, one that’s definitely not ‘stop’. “You’re still so sensitive.”

If you notice he doesn’t give you his name in response to your question, you don’t say anything. As his fingers gently circle your entrance again, as his hand brushes your thigh and you shiver, he sees that you unconsciously spread your legs even further apart for his explorations. Oh, you’re so cute.

One lone finger, gently grazing your clit, makes your hips jerk, your voice break in a way that’s all needy. You look at Toji through those tear-darkened eyes, your lips bitten to puffiness, your lipstick and mascara and eyeliner all messed up on your face from crying and biting your lip and drooling. Adorable. Girls like you always look best like this, their polish scuffed when Toji’s taken them to bed and stripped away all of their defences.

Girls like you, Toji always manages to get to move their hips against his ministrations. He always manages to have them gasp, whimper, break--

You’re not the first one in his bed, and you probably won’t be the last. But as he grins at you and asks;

“Well, sweetheart. I’ll give you a choice. Y’wanna take a shower and I’ll call you a cab or somethin’ and you can head off home? Or,” he drops his voice low, drags his eyes over your prone form, brushes his lips over your stomach. They flutter against the soft skin, his breath a hot wash that makes goose flesh prickle all over you. “Y’wanna spend the night?”

And you bite your lip before nodding, nervously running your hand through his hair, your body near trembling with need--

Well. As he asks that and you answer, he really does think you might be his favourite one ever.

[celestialarchon]

Polaroids

NSFW | Xiao x female reader smut | 18+

warnings: rough sex, teasing, degradation/slight humiliation, dirty talk.

grammar is imperfect. deal with it. this is my first smut post so it might not be great!

“ah, where i’m from we call these polaroids,” your eyes were bright as you pointed to the photos spread across Xiao’s room in Wangshu Inn.

Xiao grunted in response, annoyed by your focus on this silly kurious kamera. You’d spent over a week adventuring and taking photos to fix the stupid kamera. He wanted your attention but you were still focused on the silly bits of photography. You turned to him holding out a kamera, beaming.

“this mortal contraption is useless to me,” Xiao scowled but took it from your hands.

“eh?” you turned to him a bit offended by his tone, frowning. “it’s to capture the memory of such pretty things. if you don’t want it, it’s fine but i don’t need two. there’s no need to be so cranky.”

Of course, you had noticed his pouting before but thought showing him the pretty little polaroids would lighten his mood. You stood to grab and your bag and gather your photos but were stopped by the yaksha’s cold grip on your wrist, he pulled you close to him and placed your old kamera on his bed to free his other hand. Xiao’s eyes were dark as he looked down at you, he sighed and gently kissed your forehead. It was seemingly innocent but you knew by the look in his eyes you were in trouble and you could feel your heart beating quickly and excitement building in you. His lips moved down the side of your face as he held you against him tight, trailing down to your neck. You pressed your lips together as he found your sweet spot and sucked gently. He hummed, gripping your waist tighter and using his free hand to summon just enough energy to tear the clothes from your body. In one swift movement he pulled rope off a nearby table and bound your hands, pushing you down before what he’d done could register in your mind.

Blush crept up your face as you lay on the floor in shock. He smirked down at you, seeing you surrounded by the photos that had kept you busy from him. He adored how flustered and helpless you looked. You scowled, knowing he was enjoying this far too much but unable to control the growing heat in your core. You felt weak, just knowing he was going to do all sorts of lewd things to you. Xiao picked up the kamera he’d thrown on the bed and turned to you with lust filled eyes, letting out a growl.

“to capture the memory of pretty things,” Xiao held the box gently and chuckled as he clicked the button, “so damn pretty.”

Before you could stop yourself you whimpered in embarrassment and protest, trying to wiggle free of your bindings but Xiao noticed. He tossed the kamera on the bed once again, and pounced on you. His hands were firm, holding you down as his hungry lips met yours. He swept his tongue across your bottom lip, wanting to explore and overwhelm you. When you didn’t give him immediate access, he spread your legs rubbing his knee on your heat. Your lips parted in shock and pleasure and he slipped his tongue in the cavern of your mouth. You gave up on fighting him, allowing him to take your lips aggressively and trembling as he continued to grind his knee on your core. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you still and smirked again at your panting.

“Already so worked up?” he titled his head and moved his rough hands to your chest, massaging your breasts, “hm, i can’t wait to capture how pretty you look when i’m done with your pathetic body.”

Xiao pulled away from your body just a bit leaned down, kissing your neck and chest gently, his hands creeping towards your core. You whimpered as his fingers brushed the bud and he growled, sinking his teeth into your neck and sucking. A loud moan escaped you and it set a feral part of him off. He slammed two fingers into you, leaving dark marks all over your body. He was ruthless, pushing his slender fingers in and out of your wetness quickly and forcefully, ravishing the whimpers and moans that erupted from you. The erotic noises you made under him only made him want to work you over more. He pulled away from your skin watching your every move as he slipped in a third finger.

Xiao relished in the scene before him. The way you were so helpless and submissive, tied up under him. Your moans spurred his dark lust on further. He knew you were his and he could do what he pleased with you. He leaned down murmuring in your ear how slutty and pathetic you looked for him. He was so hard but containing himself solely so he could teach you a lesson. A lesson to never ignore him or be distracted from, especially for silly mortal things. He grinned feeling you tighten around him but never stopped.

“X-Xiao,” you could barely speak as his fingers never stopped and you were close again, “please ah kiss!”

Xiao merely rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead.

“n-n-no!! kiss hnng lips!” you demanded.

He laughed darkly, spreading your legs further and moving down. Kissing and biting your thighs, he curled his fingers in you again.

“ah! n-no,” you protested but he didn’t listen.

Never once slowing the movement of digits in you, he kissed your bud. You squirmed but he ignored you, licking up your slit. His tongue soon was devouring you, licking and sucking on your most sensitive spot. His eyes never left you as you threw your head back and became nothing but a moaning mess. Only when he saw drool running down your chin tears in your eyes did he slow down, removing his fingers and smashing his lips onto yours. Seeing the tears in yours eyes set him off and he couldn’t wait any more.

Xiao’s lips left yours and you were suddenly turned over, ass in the air. He growled and slammed into you with no mercy, thrusting into you as you cried out. You had no time to adjust to him but the pain of his large member was quickly replaced with pleasure.

“how dare you ignore me for a fucking week?” he pulled you back by your hair, “do you know how mad that makes me you fucking bitch?”

You couldn’t speak as his hand gripped your hip roughly pulling you onto his cock. He let go of your hair and moved his hand to your throat, growling as he pounded you mercilessly. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you came. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, not slowing as you screamed in a haze of pleasure.

“Ha,” his voice was dark and rumbling in your ear “you really are so pretty taking my cock like this angel. so cute when your cunt is a mess like this. you’re such a slut for me aren’t you?”

Your vision blurred from tears and pleasure, drunk on lust you could only cry out as he railed you. His thrusts were sloppier and he started to grind his cock into you as he bit down on your neck roughly. Drool ran down your chin again as he filled you up, grunting. Even so, he continued to thrust into you. His feral noises and endless stamina only turned you on more. He shoved your head down to the floor and gripped your hips tighter, fucking you with inhuman force.

“You like that don’t you? Yeah, look at your pretty little cunt filled up with my cum and my cock.” His words were rough.

The overstimulation was too much. All you could do was take it as he fucked you from behind, releasing inside you repeatedly.

“How cute, you don’t think i’m done with you do you you whore?” He smirked as your eyes rolled back and you came again.

Xiao fucked you until he thought you’d fall unconscious. He sighed pulling out of you, grabbing the kamera for the last time. the device that started it all. he glanced at your messy body, ass still in the air with juices dripping down your thighs and puddling below you. still tied up with your hands behind your back and dark marks littered your body from where he had bitten you. your cheeks were read and stained with tear marks. he smirked and pressed the button.

“to capture the prettiest memories” he muttered and picked you up, knowing he needed to care for you now, “such a good pretty girl, i love you.”

you could only nod in response.

[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | part 7

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, hoseok x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.3k 

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex (smacking, manhandling, etc), very obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, use of restraints (mouth), bondage (collar, leash), slight sadism kink, physical roughness, guns, heavy drug use/reference, breast play, mentions of addiction/addiction prone behaviors, unrealistic sex endurance levels (readers really out here banging), dubcon/coersive sex, reader uses humor as a coping mechanism, degradation, toxic relationships, yelling, crying, character death (or is it), oral sex, shower sex, technically cheating depending on how you look at it, daddy kink, praise, implied stalking, yoongi loves spoiling his baby girl, impreg kink if you squint, dom!yoongi (duh), dom!hoseok, dom!seokjin 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | series navi | masterlist |

a/n: i spent way too long on this HAHAHA 

F L A S H B A C K--

The crowd roared as the fight came to a close. Jin stepped out of the ring reluctantly, someone handed him water while another man wrapped a towel around his shoulders. A soft ringing noise resonated through his ears, blood teasing the edges of his vision. He pushed everyone away to find his prep room. Sighing deeply, he looked down at his trembling hands. His body was on overdrive, he was getting desperate. 

He placed his hands against the wall, unable to think straight with the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. He could hear the footsteps of someone stop in his doorway, not having to look to know exactly who it was.

“Do you have any coke on you?” Jin wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a towel, panting heavily, “Seriously Jimin. I’m gonna fucking lose my mind” 

Jin had always been extremely unstable. It was in his personality to get aggressively addicted to things. Whenever Jin went too long without it, it was like he surrendered himself to a beast. Jimin liked to call it his maniac side.

“Can you stop thinking about getting high for one fucking second? We have a problem here” Jin hears a soft thud causing him to finally turn and look. Jimin had just dropped your unconscious body onto the hard floor.

“Well well. Who is this?” Jin crouched down and slid his fingers over your parted lips, digging his nail into the soft flesh until it began to bleed slightly. As you eyes slowly began to flutter open, a carnal desire coiled in Jin’s chest. He had never seen anyone quite like you before.

"Hi there cutie” Jin grinned, “What’s your name?” Your eyes were quivering with fear, something about your vulnerable state was so delicious to him. You glanced towards Jimin, only beginning to tremble even more.

“P..park Jimin” You gasped, “Oh my goodness! I...I love you. Wait no. I...sorry...I’m a huge fan” You rubbed your eyes. Jin’s heart trembled at your dazed expression. “Where am I? What’s going on?” He wanted to eat you alive. 

Jimin joined Jin on the floor besides you “Well thank you pretty girl. It’s nice to meet you...?”

“Y/n” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand before turning to Jin, looking at him with your tempting, lustful eyes. Y/n. Jin’s head was pounding as the withdrawal began taking over him. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life. 

Jin had never found anyone else even close to catching his eye before. He would sit mindlessly on his phone while girls would be on their knees, gagging on his cock, waiting for the mind-numbing minutes until he could finally cum and leave. The prospect of a relationship, of love, it seemed otherworldly. Perhaps it wasn’t for him. He had drugs and that kept him happy. But you. You were a high he had yet to fully taste. Looking at you alone had him feeling a glow unlike any other.

“Hey” You said to him. Jin felt dizzy as you spoke, getting lost in your gaze, “You’re the fighter guy right? Jin?”

Hearing you say his name had him bucking forward, trying to hide his growing erection from the famous star who was by his side. “Yeah. Hi. Great to meet you”

Jimin got up, brushing the dust off of his pants, “I’m getting out of here” He grabbed his jacket from your arms, “Jin, please search her address and get Y/n home.” Jimin reached into his back pocket “These should make her forget” He slid a pill into your mouth and you swallowed obediently. 

Jin began to break a sweat, watching the way your lips sucked in the small capsule and gulped it down it so nicely. Jimin left without another beat, leaving you in Jin’s arms, your eyes getting heavy with each passing second.

You blinked, eyes wide with uncertainty as Jin held you close. “You can take me home?”

Jin nodded, “I need to do something really quick first” He slid his hand down his pants to begin palming his erection. His vision was turning blue as his headache began to spread. “God you’re so pretty” He grabbed your jaw, ensuring that you couldn’t look anywhere but his face. 

Jin felt like his mind was running miles a minute. You looked so cute and helpless. He wanted to tear you to pieces, he wanted to see you bruised and battered, splayed out for him to ravish you as he pleased. 

Was it wrong? Was it wrong that he wanted to shove his cock in your mouth while you slowly lost consciousness? In the moment, nothing made more sense to him. 

Your pretty lips, your sweet eyes, how could he not? Your lips trembled, eyes half lidded, rolling back slightly as you fought to stay awake.

“Oh fuck oh fuck. Don’tttt...don’t fucking look at me like that Y/n. If you look at me like that I’m gonna--gonna--ohhhh baby, fuck what are you doing to me” Jin gasped loudly as cum spilled all over his palm. 

P R E S E N T   D A Y--

Amongst the sweet bliss of your dreams, a current washed over you and reality had your eyes opening. Your heart felt heavy as your vision focused in on the dry walls that continued to encage you. Your body pulsed with soreness, reminding you of the previous nights events.

To say you were upset would be an understatement, but you were shocked more than anything. You had never seen Jin act so unhinged before. It was almost as though he quite literally couldn’t control himself, the thought alone bringing a bitter taste to your mouth.

Before you could decide on whether to give him a piece of your mind and reprimand his behavior, you hear him wincing with pain across the room. He lay leaned against the wall, sweat trickling down his muscles from the heat. His head tilted back in a soft groan, dark hair now extremely tangled and messy.

“Are you okay?” You got up with a start. Jin exhaled before shaking his head in defeat. 

“No, my leg still really fucking hurts. I feel like absolute shit right now” He punched the side of his fist into the ground in frustration. “I feel like I’m going insane” 

You couldn’t even begin to imagine his pain. At least you got to leave the cell for some time, he had been here all along. Alone. Wounded. It was just awful. Yoongi should have had the courtesy to take him to the hospital, but then again did Yoongi even have a courteous bone in his body? You were no longer sure. 

“It just sucks too because I’m trapped here, helpless, and all I can fucking do is feel this pain” Jin's jaw clenched. "And I’m sorry for last night I just...you were just there, so close. I just couldn’t help it. I could finally forget the pain even if it was just for a moment”

“It’s okay, I understand” You knew that feeling far too well. Jin reached his arms out to you, pulling you to sit next to him. His hands trailed down your thighs as he looked at you intently. “You know, I don’t mind...if it helps distract you from the pain. We can” You cleared your throat nervously, heat rising to your cheeks, “I mean, just tell me what you need”

Jin’s eyes widened with surprise. “Really?” He asks, gulping, “You don’t have to”

“I want to Jin. Let me help. I’m half the reason you’re in this mess” You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. Jin was extremely handsome, you had noticed that from the moment you saw him in the arena. With a body like that, your heart skipped a beat at what all he might have in store for you.

His fingers slid between your legs, making you gasp softly. He tickled your clothed cunt softly. He flattened his fingers, teasing your entrance before moving to your clit. Licking his lips, he sucked lightly on your ear. Your hips bucked up as a ticklish sensation shot through your body. You felt wet. 

And you knew he could feel it too, as he drew his fingers away. “Can I?” He mumbled into your neck. You nodded, flustered and warm all over as he pushed your panties aside and began drawing light circles on your clit. You twitch at the sensations hitting your nerves. His other hand cupped your jaw tightly, turning your face towards him.

“Oh fuckk, Jin that feels so good” You didn’t know why you felt so horny, whether it was the morning or the temporary relief from reality. Jin carefully slid one finger into your cunt, just barely, his delicate movements sending shocks of pleasure through your tired body.

Your pussy clenched down on his finger, and he growled. Pulling out, he popped the finger into his mouth before sighing, “Can I tell you what I want?” You could hear a slight tremble in his voice, “Will you do anything for me?”

You choked on your own breath, nodding dumbly as Jin’s gaze flashed with desire. “Get on all fours over me. Wanna spank that pretty ass”

Jin was taken aback at your willingness. You obeyed so well, his hands kneaded your tender flesh, enjoying the view of your ass sticking out for him. You winced as you felt his palm smack against you hard, making your knees tremble with pain and pleasure. 

That’s for sleeping with Jungkook. He smacked again, with full force. He knew it stung. He could hear the pain in your pathetic whimpers and he loved it. And Hobi. Smack. And Jimin. Smack. You cried out as the impact caused you to fall forward onto your chest. And Yoongi. 

Your ass was flushed, as he tenderly rubbed over the bruises he had so generously given you. He leaned forward, letting his tongue glide over the soreness before playfully biting down.

“Jin...that hurts” He ignored you, proceeded to slide down his pants, his turgid length already incredibly hard. He tugged at his cock quickly, the sounds of his slippery pre-cum barely noticeable under your soft moans. 

“Sit on my cock. Nice and easy, lean back on me” His cock twitched as you turned your head to look back at him briefly, your eyes glossy from the pain, but full of curiosity nevertheless. You crawled back over him to line his cock with your soaking cunt. Jin grabbed your hips, helping ease you down onto his length. 

“Ah...ah...” His size stretched you out, pussy swallowing him in. You cursed, eyes rolling back. He wanted to see your face, see how fucked out you would look as he gave it to you so good. 

“Quiet, he might hear us.” He carefully tugged off his shirt from your body with your help, then used it to cover your mouth. He pulled the knot tight,  the fabric tugging at the sides of your mouth uncomfortably. 

His hands stroked over your bare chest quietly, humming in approval, “That’s a good girl...gonna be all quiet for me now right?” His cock twitched inside of you as he heard your muffled voice. His fingers weaved through your hair before he clenched his fist, making you wince. He pulled your head back as he thrusted up into your soaking cunt “Hear that? You’re loving this aren’t you, you fucking whore”

He grabbed your neck, holding it in a tight grip as he pounded up into you. He no longer cared if he was being too loud, he moaned at the top of his lungs. You felt so good. Your pussy welcomed his cock like it was meant to be there, so slippery and warm for him to just fuck over and over and over again.

He couldn’t hear you softly plead for him to let you breathe over the sounds of his own cursing. He didn’t care. If you passed out, you deserved to. Your body was his for the taking, it had to learn. You said yourself you would do what he wanted. He needed this. It was the least you could do for all the trouble he’d been through for you.

He let your neck go, and as you gasped for a saving breath, he felt your walls leak all over him. Your muffled cries sounding like music to his ears. Your whole body was shaking from pleasure. 

His gaze fell onto your back, sinking his teeth onto your scars. You winced loudly as he marked you, his knife wound from the previous night still stinging and tender with pain.

Grabbing your head again, he pushed your face down onto the ground. You thrusted your hips helplessly, feeling your orgasm approaching as the cold floor pressed painfully against your nose. 

“Wait..wait...I’m so close” Your words were intangible through the cloth. You were humping down on him so desperately he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. There, in front of him with your ass bouncing from how feverishly you wanted to cum all over his cock, he was in heaven. 

Jin felt your heat melt as you came, screaming in ecstasy against the restraint. You limply relaxed onto the floor as Jin continued to thrust up into you, holding your hips down tightly to dig deeper and deeper into your messy, dripping cunt.

Jin felt like his whole body would explode in pleasure. This was the peak. His life couldn’t get any better than this moment where he had you just like he dreamed. He wondered if it would always feel this good. Of course it would. It was you after all. 

Your core clenched as the stimulation became too much. He looked into your eyes and could see the streams of tears staining your cute cheeks. It was that look. That pleading look that was begging him to stop. Jin came with a loud cry, tilting his head back as he smacked your locker back one final time. 

Breathing heavily, he lifted you off of him, watching his seed leak out of you. You laid down onto your side, absolutely spent. He slid down to lay behind you, hugging you to him as he undid the mouth wrap with his teeth. He stroked your body tenderly, hands finding your breasts. 

“Holy shit” You coughed, finally able to breathe air directly. “Officer Kim Seokjin, that was...wow”

Jin didn’t respond, he simply smiled, pinching your nipples causing you to squirm. That was nothing baby. 

-

Taehyung hated being wrong. He hated not knowing and not having control of any situation. So when Yoongi was shaking his head, denying that he had caused all the recent chaos that had been keeping Taehyung up at night, he felt like he was going to tear the entire bar apart, floorboard by floorboard. 

“Y/n had mentioned she was kidnapped. I didn’t hear about it from you so I figured it must have been Jimin, and that you made sure she didn’t really get hurt. It ended up with her opening up to me, so I wasn’t really too mad about it” Yoongi said calmly, sipping his drink.

“From the footage it looked like Namjoon and Y/n took the pills and blacked out. Hobi was drunk too, but when he sobered up he had gotten a call to take them to the warehouse. I figured you had told him to do that.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “Why the fuck would I want to kidnap and beat up Namjoon? I need him healthy to fight. Don’t be such an idiot Kim"

“It wasn’t just that though. Jimin’s accident happened right after I sent you the video. I figured you were jealous”

Setting his glass down, Yoongi swiveled in his stool to light a cigar before leaning back casually “The video of Y/n and Jimin fucking? Please, I don’t give a shit”

“Well, then I told you that Jungkook showed her the lab and gave her literal heroin so I imagine you weren’t happy about that”

The smoke dissipated slowly from his lips. Taehyung frowned at the scent. “I wasn’t. But still, I didn’t stab him. I was with Y/n, taking care of her because I love her.”

Taehyung clenched his fists. He did not want to hear Yoongi go on and on about how much he loved you, he did not care. He wanted to know who was messing with his plans. Taehyung had things to do. He had operations in play. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.  

“Is that all? Jimin’s album is coming out tomorrow so I need to get some rest” Yoongi scoffed suddenly, “Especially now that Jimin’s gone ahead and brought Y/n into the media’s eye. What a fucking idiot”

“How are you planning on dealing with him? Are you gonna kill him?”

Yoongi laughed. “Taehyung. Seriously. What is up with you these days? If I wanted Jimin dead he would be dead dumbass.” Yoongi clicked his tongue, “Like I said before, I’m not worried about her and Jimin. She hates him. I know she does.”

Taehyung was not expecting that at all. Not from Yoongi. He had seen Yoongi wrench out people’s teeth if they didn’t pay him. He had seen Yoongi shoot innocent people, not even noticing when Taehyung had to turn around and puke his guts out because of it. But looking at the powerful man besides him now, he could barely recognize him.

“Just find out who was giving Hobi those orders and kill them. I don’t care who it is, just kill them. I don’t even want to know. I don’t have time for this”

Taehyung pursed his lips, “Yoongi, you know that Jimin does really like Y/n too, right? Like, he might be falling in love with her.” Yoongi gave him a look indicating that he was not taking him seriously, “I’m serious! I’ve never seen him like this and I’m surprised you aren’t more worried”

“Taehyung. Do you think I’m dumb?” Yoongi’s expression shifted to one of annoyance, “I knew what I was doing when I offered her an internship. I knew what I was doing when I signed Jimin on, knowing full well how much of a fan she is. Of course I knew she would pursue him. I needed her to see for herself, what a bratty piece of shit that man is. I knew she would hate him Taehyung, killing him would mean she might still care. She might still have feelings for him. That’s not what I need. She can only love me. I have to show her I’m better than him”

Yoongi took another puff of his cigar before continuing, “Now, I’ll admit things got fucked up when fucking Namjoon kept on bringing her to Death Valley. Idiot doesn’t take a fucking hint.”

Taehyung gulped down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass on the bar top. “Another please” He waved to the bartender. “I can take Jin off your hands now. He’s seen your face, but he might know stuff so it could be good to keep him alive” Yoongi simply shrugged, setting his cigar aside.

“I don’t care what you do with him. I want her alone tomorrow. I’m coming clean”

-

The next morning, Yoongi brought Taehyung back to the apartment. Taehyung lifted Jin out of the cell and claimed to be taking him to a clinic. After they left, it was just you and Yoongi.

Yoongi crouched down and extended a hand to you, not wanting to come too close. He knew you were upset with him. He could feel it. 

“Morning my love” His voice was songlike, eyes pleading as he looked at you, an absolute mess on the floor, like you were his whole world. “Come on, let me run you a bath. I’m sorry”

You knew if you looked at him for too long you wouldn’t be able to resist. But after everything you had just heard, you wanted to just be alone.

“I’ll explain everything. I promise, I don’t want any lies between us” Reluctantly, you took his hand and he pulled you up into a hug. You teared up at his embrace. You could feel the simple adoration through his touch. You could have just melted into his arms.

Leading you out of the cell, he sat you down in the kitchen while he went to draw a hot bath for you. “Will you be joining me?” You asked him dryly, attempting to put up some attitude in whatever way you could. 

To your surprise he shook his head, “No. I’ll wait till you’re done. Enjoy yourself” You frowned slightly, knowing a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. “If you need anything just call for me okay?” He took your hands in his, kissing them gently. “After, I want to give you something. I’ve put some clothes for you on the dresser inside”

“Wait” You gasped, taking in his presence fully. “I’m sorry a...about Jimin and the media”

Yoongi shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s like you said, he’s just a typical rockstar” The two of your shared a small laugh. You realized then how rarely you had ever seen Yoongi smile. It was a beautiful smile, and you hoped to see it again.

You stepped into Yoongi’s bathroom. It wasn’t very large, but it was very high tech. A modern tub lay with soft white suds dancing over it. You grinned inwardly as you saw how he had laid out a blunt and a lighter for you. The water smelt of lavender, and was just the right temperature as you stripped down and slid in. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply while appreciating the moment of peace. The eye of the storm. Inside you knew that this might be the only break you would get. Jimin’s album was coming out tomorrow. You had no idea what to expect. 

“Yoongi” You called out, tilting your head back and sinking into the tub deeper. 

He appeared rapidly, not really reacting to your undressed state as he knelt down by the tub, “Everything okay?”

“Stay here” You moved your arm out of the water, soap dripping onto the tiled floor as you tilted Yoongi’s cheek towards you and kissed him deeply. “Join me” You gasped into his mouth, “Please”

Yoongi kept his lips on yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He missed kissing you so much. Not having you the past night had been incredibly hard for him. “No love. I need you to relax. I’m about to tell you some things today and...you might be scared.”

You whined against him, pulling him closer to you while he did little to resist, “But I want you” You pouted.

Yoongi rolled his eyes with a soft smirk, “I want you too love. Don’t stay in there too long okay. Then get dressed and I’ll be in the kitchen” With one final kiss on your lips, he backed away from you, and you slid back into the warm water.

Yoongi had set out a cute little sundress for you, one that was scandalously sheer, but nevertheless cute. The dress felt blissfully light on your body, a slight breeze fluttering up your skirt as you spun around in front of a large mirror. 

You felt sexy, but most of all you felt free. You sighed heavily as you made your way to the kitchen, twirling around playfully before falling back into Yoongi’s embrace. 

“Hey” You got on your tippy toes to allow Yoongi to plant a kiss on your lips from behind you, smiling into one another. There was that smile again. It made your heart melt like butter. 

He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, “Fuck love you smell so good. You look so good.” You giggled as you felt his erection press up on your ass “How can I control myself...” His words were breathless as his hands trailed down to the hem of your dress, lifting it lightly to reveal the frilly lingerie he had bought for you. He cursed under his breath, pulling your ass back against him.

“Ah ah! You said you were gonna give me something” You teased, getting your payback for earlier. Yoongi nodded, reaching into the drawer to bring out a box. He slid it onto the kitchen counter “Is this for me?” He nods as you excitedly open the box. In it is a pistol, with gold accents and your initials engraved onto the side with what looked like diamonds. Beneath the device was a magazine of matching color. You looked at Yoongi with shock.

“I had it made just for you. Do you like it?” His hands covered yours as he guided you to take the gun into your hands and load the magazine into it. “I hope you never have to use it. But I needed you to have something to protect yourself” He turned and pulled your wrists to aim the barrel against his heart. “You could even kill me if you wanted to”

You were at a loss for words, but Yoongi continued, keeping the gun in your hand aimed at himself “I’m not a good guy Y/n. I’m dangerous. That’s why I had Taehyung take you out of Death Valley that night and had to throw you into that cell.” He gave you so space backing away. You felt bad, knowing that he must be feeling anxious to reveal himself to you, despite you knowing exactly what he was going to say.

You tried to give him a comforting look, unable to move your hands from his steady grip, “I’m a gangster.”

He waited for you to react. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just parted your lips in feigned shock. Wow! No way! Really! You felt like laughing, but his gaze was so serious you stopped yourself.

"I have a drug syndicate. At Death Valley. The money I make from that I use to gamble. That’s why we have the fights. I have boys trained and bet money on them. We make millions through that but really it’s just power plays” He looks away from you momentarily, “Anyways, no one knows that I, Min Yoongi, am the one running things there, but still I have a lot of enemies. A lot of people would love to see me dead. To see me lose.”

“Since you’re my partner, you are a liability. I need you to be safe. Normally I’ll have someone from the gang accompany you wherever you go. You won’t know who it is so don’t worry about it, it’s just in case anything happens” 

Partner? Since when? You frowned slightly at the label. Then again, this guy did carve his name into your skin. Maybe that was how big scary gangsters asked girls out these days, who were you to judge. 

“I don’t want you to be scared of me okay” Yoongi finally took the gun from you and set it aside, “Me giving you this means I trust you. With my secret and my life.”

You began to feel flustered. You hadn’t even thought about what it would mean to actually date or be associated with a gang member, let alone a kingpin. Now the media thought you were dating Jimin, who was also conveniently high up in all this. 

“I know it’s a lot” Yoongi said. “You can always ask me if you have questions. Now let’s get to work okay. Big day coming, I need my your expert opinion by my side”

-

The low growl of the engine was the only sound to be heard as Taehyung drove Jin to his own home. The world came still as he parked the car. Sighing heavily, he checked his radar before exiting the car, lifting Jin.

“You think you can stand buddy?” Jin nodded, and Taehyung slowly helped him find steady ground. He held Jin up, assisting him as they walked in through the back entrance to his basement. 

A single lightbulb illuminated just enough for Taehyung and Jin to see each other’’s faces. Nothing more, nothing less. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he placed Jin into a chair. 

“So it’s this Yoongi guy huh” Jin remarked. “And surprise surprise...you’re his little bitch too. Do your lips hurt from all the ass you have to kiss?”

“Oh please, Yoongi can go to hell for all I care.” Taehyung chuckled, surveying an array of knives that were displayed on the wall before his eyes settled on a small blade, curved ever so slightly. “I do need you to keep your mouth shut about me to Jimin though. If it weren’t for me, Yoongi would have let you rot in there”

Jin tilted his head, a small smile growing on his face as he understood the implications of Taehyung’s words, “I see. You’re plotting against both of them huh?”

“What’s I’m plotting is none of your goddamn business, Officer. So tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep you quiet hm? Money? More coke?”

“You know, I might be able to help you. You’re playing a dangerous game Taehyung. I know what you’re doing and I know how you plan on doing it. You’re using Y/n as bait. You’re using her to pin Jimin against Yoongi so you can sweep in and take over.”

Taehyung froze. First he smiled, then burst out into giggles before full on laughing. “It’s that obvious huh? Fine, hypothetically let’s say we work together. What’s in it for you?”

Jin licked his lips, “All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. I know things Taehyung. I’m a cop after all”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and sighed, “Is that it?”

“And I get to kill them. My way”

Taehyung took a moment to think. “Okay Officer. You might just have yourself a deal.”

-

The clicking of the keyboard resonated through Yoongi’s office that was all but quiet as the chaos of an upcoming release had taken the whole building by storm. 

He had you sitting on his thigh, hands around his neck as he would run final details by you. But with the way he would occasionally tap his foot, causing his leg to vibrate underneath you, you couldn’t help craving him more and more with each passing minute.

He wouldn’t react as you nibbled his ear, placed kisses on his neck. You sighed loudly, sexual frustration building up within you. Finally you slid down a strap of your dress, letting it, along with your bra, glide down your breast. You tried to pull his chin towards you but he was too caught up in reading the emails he had gotten.

You really did respect the guy. For whatever he is, he took his work...of all kinds...very seriously. That itself turned you on. “Yoongi” You cooed at him, causing him to hum slightly.

“Yes love?” He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

“Look” He finally surrendered to you, allowing you to turn his chin to see your perky breast in his line of vision. He was surprised, looking at you briefly before placing his mouth over you and suckling you roughly. 

You bit your lip, his tongue felt hot as he rolled it around your nipples. He took his time, lapping away at you, digging his teeth and gliding his wet lips over the perked bud. 

You buried your face into his soft black hair, his musky scent overwhelming you. Stuttering his name from your lips as he continued to suck your tit harshly, his hands trailed up your bare legs under the skirt of your dress to tug at the waistline of your panties. He let his fingers glide beneath the soft lace, teasing you.

Yoongi gave your breast a final sloppy kiss, before he let go with a pop, looking up at your fucked out face. He chuckled, bringing one hand to slide down your other strap and then tenderly squeezing your other breast. He rolled the tip between his fingers before placing his mouth of it.

Heat was coiling in your chest, soft whines leaving your parted lips. You moved from his thigh to straddle his waist, rolling your hips against his growing bulge. The friction shot pleasure through your core, making you leak with desire. 

You were sure Yoongi could feel how wet you were. Nevertheless his focus remained on ravishing your breast. He left chaste kisses on your eager nub, nipping away as his mouth tenderly sucked, making sure to give it as much attention as the other. 

His kisses then trailed between your breasts, traveling up to your neck where they became rougher. His movements tickled you, making you squirm as he kissed beneath your jaw, tilting your face back. 

“Mmm that’s enough love, we can’t here” He mumbled. You groaned in complaint, panting with frustration as Yoongi’s lips left your skin and his hands pulled your straps back onto your shoulders. “I booked us a room somewhere special for a few days because our bedroom is still fucked up from the other night. We can have each other there, I promise, okay love?”

-

Yoongi was a man of taste. Being in the rock industry, he was used to things being grunge and edgy, but personally he always had a soft spot for excellence. That’s why, while maintaining the all black getup, he would dress in silk shirts, pure silver jewelry and diamond studded jackets. 

He had picked a hotel not too far from the label, but one of the finest places in miles around. It was the same venue that would be the site of Jimin’s album release event the following night. Yoongi had booked out the largest suite in the building, wanting to show you the best night of your life. 

And you had a feeling it would be, as you walked in to the large room, lit with purple LED undertones that complemented the fading sunset that was gleaming in through the expansive glass wall. On the bed was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

“Holy shit” You mumbled, wandering around as Yoongi directed the bellboys to bring in the luggage. Yoongi insisted he would take care of all your needs when packing. He claimed to have someone go back to your apartment and grab some of your essential items, but also insisted in buying you new things. You had to admit, gangster or not, Yoongi really knew how to spoil a girl.

You leaned against the glass, peering out at the skyline, a bright coral pink even still. Yoongi came up besides you, tilting your face towards him to kiss you fondly. 

“Can I pour you a drink love?” He sighed into your mouth. You nodded, watching as Yoongi pulled the champagne out of the bucket, popping the cork and pouring two glasses with ease. He hands you one, clinking his own against yours. You took a few sips, savoring the slightly sour bubbly liquid before setting your glass aside. Yoongi pulled you towards him by the waist. 

“This is all amazing Yoongi” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He caressed your hips, swaying you against him almost as though you were slow dancing. After a quick peck to the lips he spoke again,

“I’ve been thinking about the future. How would you like to work for me full time? As a junior producer?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “I...wow, I would love that, that would be the dream” Yoongi smiled, gliding his lips over your cheek, behind your ear where he began to leave small wet kisses. His hands trailed up your sides and he hooked his fingers under the strap of your dress, tugging it so the garment slid seamlessly off your body and onto a pile on the floor.

“Shit” Yoongi bit his lip, eying you up and down in your angelic lingerie. “Just missing one thing” You pouted as he stepped away from you, walking over to a cabinet to pull a studded black collar and leash from the drawer. 

He wrapped the collar around your neck carefully, adjusting the strap so that it was nice and tight. He admired the way it looked against your skin, tracing and tugging on it with his fingers.

“Beautiful.” Taking the leash in his hand, he gently pushed you down onto your knees, stroking your cheek as you looked up at him eagerly. “You know what to do” He blew a kiss at you teasingly.

You began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. Licking you lips, you took his length into your hands, stroking him slowly, looking up for his validation. 

He groaned at your touch “Look at you hm?” His fingers harshly ran along your jaw, pulling playfully at your bottom lip “So fucking pretty”

He tugged your lip forward, prompting you to get your mouth on his cock, his other hand holding himself steady against the wall. You wrapped your lips around the tip, letting you tongue circle around.

Your breath hitched as Yoongi suddenly tugged at your leash, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged immediately, but he kept your face pulled forward.

You flattened your tongue, allowing Yoongi to thrust himself against the slippery sensation. His cock filled your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You could taste the sour pre-cum against the rigid veins all over his girthy length. 

He loved the way you took him, so messy. You slobbered all over his cock, the sounds of you choking and coughing like music to his ears. Your lips were swollen and fucked out, eyes bulging as you desperately tried to maintain yourself. Tears built at the corned of your eyes making him buck his hips. You were his. Like he had always wanted. He finally owned you.

You felt his cum shoot straight down your throat, causing you to gasp in desperation, cheeks hollowing enough to allow him to push even further down your throat. Once you surrendered to swallow, Yoongi pulled out, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping all over your face. 

“Bend over, hands on the wall” He ordered through gritted teeth. He lined himself up behind you, sneaking a finger deep into your heat, relishing in the wet pool of your arousal and how you leaked out all over his palm. He pushed another finger in, pumping you furiously before his eyes narrowed in on your back.

You felt his fingers fall out, causing you to whine. A sudden tug of the leash pulled you back into his chest. 

“What is this?” He growled, a finger gliding over the knife scar through his name on your back. You stuttered, the collar knocking the breath out of you. “Who did this?”  He dug his nails into you making you wince. 

“W..what are you talking about?” Yoongi turned you around and slapped you hard.

“You know what I’m talking about. Who marked you? Who fucking dared?” He was yelling loudly despite being so close to your face. You tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.

“I...” You gulp. If you told Yoongi it was Jin, he would definitely go kill him. You needed Jin to be alive, in fact you were hardly even sure if he was anymore. A part of you knew Taehyung wouldn’t actually kill him. He didn’t deserve to die, not for something like this. “I don’t know”

Yoongi glared at you, the fire in his eyes evident. He dragged you relentlessly to the bed, taking the leash and using it to tie your arms to your chest. 

“You wanna play fucking games huh?” Yoongi screamed. You trembled, his demeanor beginning to scare you, “I’ll show you. I’ll fucking show you what happens when you hide something from me. You’re staying like this, locked in here until you decide to tell me the truth you got that?”

Tears were already streaking down your face as you nodded. Yoongi scowled at you before climbing in the other side of the bed and turning off the lights. 

-

Hobi arrived at the banquet hall. Preparations were already being made. The hustle of his coworkers preparing for the album release press conference and the subsequent celebration. 

A few people greeted him, but looking around he noticed an absence of a certain energy. Jimin was sitting on the stage, reading over his answer sheets while his make-up artists poked at his face.

Hobi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about what he had done to Jimin. He never liked the guy, despite having to put up a cordial face around him. It was tough for him to help Jimin put songs together when he just wanted to wrench his guts out and put a bullet through his head. 

He tried avoiding the star when he could, but Jimin sought him out “Hey Hobi c’mere” Jimin snapped his fingers, pushing away the people surrounding him. Hobi took a deep breath before approaching him.

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Hobi raised his eyebrows. He at first had not been sure if you would have actually been killed or not after Jin’s little stunt the other night. It was a relief to him when he saw you appear in the news at Jimin’s side, but he was confused. 

“I figured she was here already. Maybe she’s with Yoongi” Jimin rolled his eyes, “That motherfucker, honestly. Did you know those two were hanging out because I fucking didn’t” Jimin hissed. “He branded her. Apparently they got really high, she said it was an accident but I dunno that’s a bit much even for Yoongi. You should have seen how pissed off he was”

“Hanging out?” Hobi asked curiously, “Y/n and Yoongi?” He felt his stomach flip uncomfortably. “Yoongi never hangs out with employees, let alone interns”

Jimin shrugged, “Can’t blame him honestly. She’s a temptress. I’ve slept with her a bunch of times and it just keeps getting better and better”

Hobi did everything in his power not to slug Jimin in his face, out of respect to the make up artists who had spent so long trying to make this bastard look presentable. “I know” 

“You do?” Jimin grinned, “Right...you who almost dated for half a second there. Then Yoongi and his fucking rules came and blew it all up” Jimin playfully pushed Hobi’s shoulder, “Man. You gotta just claim what’s yours and say fuck em. Next time. She’s mine now though, sorry”

Hobi rolled his eyes, knowing full well that you loathed Jimin. Nevertheless, the spoilt brat had a point. When the fuck did Yoongi hang out with Y/n? It didn’t make sense. 

Turning to one of the overseeing secretaries, Hobi questioned which room Yoongi was staying, intending to pay him a quick visit. The secretary gave him the room number, warning him that Yoongi had mentioned he might be unavailable in the morning as he had a few errands to run. 

Hobi wandered through the hotel, heading to the elevator to arrive at the top floor with all the suites. When he arrived at the door, he noticed the sign on the handle with raised eyebrows. Nevertheless he knocked “Yoongi! It’s me? Can we chat for a bit?”

“Hobi! Oh my God Hobi help me! Get me out of here!” Goosebumps appeared all over him as your shrill voice leaked through the door, “I can’t move please”

His hands were trembling. What the hell was going on? He budged at the door but it was locked. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his gun, taking the handle and using it to knock of the handle. He pushed through the door, swallowing thickly as he saw you, leash hooked up to the bed frame, hands tied, in such a sexy little lingerie set his heart felt like exploding then and there.

“What the fuck?” Hobi rushed over to you, untying you from your restraints and clicking off the collar. Your hands went to your neck, soothing the red marks that had appeared due to the tight hold. “Yoongi did this?”

You nodded “He was punishing me. He was gonna keep me locked in here” You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even find it within yourself. Hobi noticed how defeated you looked. He hated seeing you like this.

“Why?”

You looked into his eyes, sighing at the true ignorance. Hobi knew so little about everything you had been through, you didn’t have the heart to place the burden onto him.

“Can we just get out of here? Please? I need a fucking drink” He nodded, rubbing the pads of his fingers softly over the imprints of the tight bands on your arms. “Let me get changed. That motherfucker was gonna make me miss my first album release party,” You scoffed, laughing bitterly as you stood up, “I’ll fucking show him. I’m gonna look hot as fuck and I’m gonna be all over Jimin tonight”

Hobi blinked at you in amusement but said nothing as you marched off into the bathroom.

“Come on” You called back to him, curling your finger to motion him towards you teasingly “Are you really gonna pass up the chance to fuck me in the shower?”

“Damn, you’re really something” Hobi mumbled, unable to hide the blush that grew on his cheeks. 

You didn’t bother taking off your underwear, you could see how turned on Hobi was from seeing you just by the gleam in his eye. You playfully bounced into the shower, turning the water cold.  The white lace on your body dampened, making the coverage practically negligible. 

Hobi almost choked seeing you. You tilted your head back and let the water fall directly on your breasts. You could hear the click of his buckled as he undressed himself quickly to join you.

“Shit this is cold” Hobi touched the water before sliding into the glass cube behind you. You turned around to face him, smiling mischievously. “Can daddy clean me up?” You pouted at him, winking. Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Jesus Y/n” Hobi pulled your hips forward before lifting you into his arms, “You’re such a slut for me aren’t you? All you fucking want is daddy’s big cock is that it?”

You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Want your cock” You slid your hand down his chest, biting your lip.

“Of course you do baby” He pressed your back against the glass, the ice cold water hitting his back as he rolled his hips into you. His hand snaked around beneath you to push aside your soaked panties and touch your throbbing clit. “Look at me baby. Does that feel good?” He began to rub small circles, watching the way your body responded to him.

“Y...yes” You groaned, burying your face into his wet hair, nails digging into his back as you held on tight. Hobi grunted, gliding his finger back to trace along your folds.

“So fucking needy baby. No one fucks you as good as I do huh?” Hobi’s hot breath tickled your ear. “You missed me didn’t you, you slut. Only I know how you really like it” He pushed one finger in “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, a sobbing mess of moans muffling into his neck as he rapidly pumped his finger into you, “Yes” You exhaled, “Want Daddy. Only want Daddy”

“I know. Oh, you poor little thing” He shoved another finger in, making you mewl as he stretched you out, “Do you think about me huh? When Jimin’s ramming his cock into do you think about me?” Your pussy clenched down at his words, “Did you fuck Yoongi too? Our boss, god you are such a little whore aren’t you?”

He slid in a third finger and you began to scream out in pleasure, “Oh fuck Hobi yes, right there right there” You panted heavily, “More...please” The mention of Yoongi’s name had you leaking all over. 

The thought that he could just come back in at any moment had you falling apart. He would look so fucking angry. He would probably kill Hobi on the spot. 

Why did that turn you on so much?

Heat pulsed through your body. Hobi slid his fingers out, spanking your pussy before sliding you down onto your feet.

“I missed you” Hobi said weakly. Your eyes softened. You knew you were taking advantage of him. You knew your heart was really elsewhere, as much as you wished it wasn’t. 

“Kiss me” You didn’t want to think, you cupped his face bringing it to yours and pressing your lips against his. You poured yourself into the kiss, the roll of your hips matching the way your lips wrestled one another. 

Hobi deepened the kiss, pining your wrists above your head. He gasped as he pulled away, staring darkly into your eyes, “Do you want Daddy’s big cock?” You nodded, his lips barely inched from yours “Yeah? Want Daddy to fuck you good? Fill you up with his cum? Fuck his babies into you huh? You want that?”

He turned you around, hand gripping under your thigh to prop your leg up onto the sliding shower door handle. You winced at the stretch but Hobi didn’t react. You feel him slap his hot cockhead against your ass. Holding your hips steady, he slid his cock into you easily. Your slick inviting him in deep into your throbbing heat. You whimpered as his dick pushed through your walls, filling you to the brim. 

“Good girl” He growled, “Such a good warm little pussy for daddy, such a good fucking girl oh goddd” He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in. His pace was excruciatingly slow, but the burn of him pumping you in and out felt so good. 

“Fuck I’m close Daddy” You were practically drooling, lips parted in pure bliss as Hobi fucked you deeper and deeper, your head slamming against the glass. “Want you to fill me up daddy. Want your cum” You whined.

“You feel so fucking good baby. Go ahead and cum,” Hobi kissed you again “Cum for Daddy, come on” He quickened his pace as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch around his cock. He could hear your wetness as he pistons into you under your breathless screams. 

“I’m gonna cum Daddy..I..I..” Your eyes were clenched close as you let out a high pitched scream, your hot arousal dripping all over Hobi’s cock as your walls squeezed him tight. He bucked his hips as you came, groaning as he tried to fuck you through it. 

“Shit.” Hobi cursed under his breath as he felt himself come undone immediately after, his sticky cum shooting deep inside of you. “God that was so good” He sighed, landing a lazy kiss on your lips.

You sighed, savoring the small aftershocks of arousal that had you trembling in his embrace. Enjoying the final momentary pleasure before the wild night ahead of you.

-

Jimin stood outside the banquet hall and tightened his tie. There were only a few more minutes until his album officially came out. Fixing loose strands of his hair, he sighed. He wanted you by his side but you were no where to be seen. 

“Jiminnnn” The pitch of your voice gave you away easily. Jimin glowed in anticipation of you. His heart stopped as you arose from the hallway. You looked absolutely stunning in a classy sleeveless pantsuit. 

“Baby” You giggled. Jimin frowned slightly, noticing how you stumbled into his arms before giving you a peck on the lips. “Are you excitedddd?” You slurred your words. “Everyone’s gonna loveeeee your music”

He inhaled your scent, scrunching his nose as he recognized the stench of whiskey on your breath. “Baby. You’re drunk”

“Come onnnnn, everyone is waiting for you at the party” You tugged at his tie. Jimin sighed, he couldn’t help but surrender to your cuteness despite his gut telling him not to bring you there. 

“Jimin...this is my dream.” You giggled, almost losing your balance before Jimin caught you into his arms. “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriendddd” Jimin dragged you outside slowly, sheepishly bowing to the other people who began giving the pair of you dirty looks. “Hey!” You yelled suddenly, “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriend! I love him!”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. “You...what?” He began trembling, an overwhelming flush of emotions seizing him. “Really?”

You nodded, a big teethy smile on your face. Jimin blushed. “I...” She’s just drunk. He sighed. “Come on baby” He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down to the banquet hall. 

The venue was gorgeous. It had a red and black theme that matched Jimin’s album cover. Champagne was being served at every nook and corner. The room broke out into applause as Jimin walked in, you glued to his side.

Jimin’s eyes scanned the room looking for Yoongi. He was no where to be seen.

Jimin waved to his guests, thanking them for the cheer before he turned to you. He stroked your face, gazing into your glittering eyes with nothing but adoration. He felt his eyes tear up as the thought occured to him that maybe it really was you.

He had written so many baseless love songs, songs about yearning, song about searching for someone to make his life worth it again. Maybe it was you. Were you his happy ending?

His mind wandered to what could be. What might be if he marries you, you go on tour together, making love in every city over the world. You would be his biggest fan, his lifeline, and he would love you endlessly. He wanted that. So bad. Did you?

He twirled you around before dipping you down princess style and kissing you passionately. The room burst into cheers as you smiled into one another.

“Sir” One of the staff members tapped on Jimin’s shoulder urgently, “Sorry to interrupt, there’s something you should know” The staff member leaned in to whisper something into Jimin’s ear. You watched as his eyes went wide with shock. 

“I...I need to go. Excuse me” Jimin pardoned himself from the crowd, rushing out of the banquet hall. You followed him.

“Jimin! What is it? What happened?” You held onto his arm.

“He’s dead” Jimin muttered, “Fuck. SHIT. He’s dead” 

Your heart dropped. “Who...?”

“Taehyung. Taehyung is dead”

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a/n: i hope this makes up for how shitty part 6 was ahahaha. gosh i must have rewritten this like 4 times. but yeah drop those theories in my asks bbs <3 who killed tae? where’s yoongi? what’s jin up to? joon and kook will be back in action in part 8, next week dw ;) 

also that detail abt jin not listing you fucking taehyung when he’s spanking you is intentional

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Hi!! I want some pain so the Hurt/comfort post, about Alastor x reader with 1, 2, 4, 12??

((Of course Nonny!! Sorry for such a wait!! I've got a lot of these to work on lol. REMEMBER!! REQUEST ARE CLOSED RIGHT NOW, EVERYONE!! IF YOU SEND ONE IN I WILL NOT DO IT! I've had a few other people send some in and I'm sorry to say I have to delete them. I do not have any more room to take any more prompt requests. Thank you everyone for understanding! NOW.... Enjoy the Modern!AU Angst >:D))

1: “We need to stop the bleeding – now!” 2: “I hate to see you hurt like this.” 4: “I want to help you, so please let me.” 12: “You’re normally the tough guy. Today, let me be tough for the both of us.”

Something about today had felt off. Ever since you woke up, it just felt... not right. As if your mind already knew what was going to happen before it actually did. But no one can really know that for sure. That's why it's called a gut feeling. And that feeling told you that today... You might just die.

You've tasted blood before. But for some reason this time it tasted sweet, rather than bitter, and full of iron. There wasn't much for you to focus on other than the lights from the ceiling flickering over your head. You faintly heard a doctor screaming, "We need to stop the bleeding! BP is dropping- Let's go! Now!"

How did you end up here again, violently broken and bleeding out? Oh, that's right... You were driving home after work. It was another late shift during the dead hours of the night. Drunk drivers were often out during these hours of the night. One just so happened to hit you, and now you're here in a hospital.

You just wanted to go home and sleep. You wanted to lay beside your husband and not have to worry about anything. That was not your case, however. And instead, you tried your best to speak. A nurse who was pushing you along the gurney said, "It's alright, we'll help you, you're safe now." But all you wanted to do was ask about your husband. For someone to tell him what was going on. You were sure he was at home, sleeping soundly and without a clue what had happened.

And Alastor wouldn't find out until the next morning. He'd wake up to several missed calls from dozens of people and some he didn't even know. This man didn't even get dressed. He ran out of the house still in his pajamas and floored it to the hospital. Along the way there, Alastor would throw a massive fit. He'd smash his hands on the steering wheel, beating himself up over not getting there sooner.

He'd curse and swear and honestly drive like a maniac. Every red light he got caught at only made him angrier with the world. His tires would spin and shoot smoke the second the light flickered green and off he rushed again.

Luckily, you were out of surgery long before Alastor got to the hospital. A nurse walked him to your room, and he found himself staring at a sight he'd never imagine. You were broken beyond belief. The nurse gave Alastor a sorry look, "Everything's stable, for now," The nurse said, "But...." She shook her head, "It was one of the worse car accidents we've ever seen. We did everything we could-"

"Coma..." Alastor said the single word, "Induced or?" The nurse shook her head.

"Brain damage, though there is still plenty of brain activity," That was good to hear. It meant you weren't brain dead... yet. The nurse gave him a sorry look, then with a nod of her head, she left him there. Alastor slowly walked into your room and closed the door behind him. He even turned all the blinds so no one could see in the little windows from the hallways. Everything felt wrong.

He stood at your bedside. Taking in everything. The tubes, the machines, the wires. Almost immediately he felt his eyes burn with the threat of tears. And when he placed a hand on your cheek he couldn't stop the waves of them rushing down his face.

The sheer pain of the situation made Alastor sob like a child for the first time in his adult life. He sat down beside you and grabbed your hand, "Dammit..." He squeezed tightly, "Dammit!" He let out a little shout and brought your hand to his cheek, "I hate this-" He let out a small cry, "I hate to see you like this, my poor dear-"

He couldn't stop the waves of tears sobbing from his eyes. He'd never let himself cry like this before, but he felt like if he didn't cry, he wouldn't have the chance to later. With anger, he ran a hand over his face, aggressively wiping his tears. He threw his glasses off his face and they clinked to the floor. Alastor's fingers ringed into his hair as he let out another sob and pushed his bangs out of his face. He had completely lost all of his composure. Every part of him was breaking down.

Alastor sat down in the chair by your bedside and buried his head in one of his hands. With his other hand, he still held firm to yours. His fingers dug into your skin as let out another sob, "Please-" He hiccuped, "Please...!" He looked up at your unconscious face with watery dark eyes, "Please be okay," He whispered the words out quickly as he brought your hand to his lips, "Please let me help you-" He spoke the words against your skin, "I want to help you- Please let me... Just!" He paused for another quick sob, "Please just give me a sign your still in there..."

He was never a man to pray to any kind of god. He didn't believe there was one, to begin with. But Alastor found himself praying, hoping that anything would happen. He couldn't lose you, and certainly not like this. You never sign any DNR papers or made it clear to your doctors that you didn't want to be resuscitated. But you did tell Alastor if there ever came a day that you needed machines to keep you alive, you had asked him to pull the plug.

With the weight of what was once just a silly conversation that had now come true, Alastor found himself drowning in misery. He rested his head on the back of your hand as sat in his chair. He looked at his glasses on the ground as tears splattered around them, "I don't want to kill you," He whispered with a cry, "I don't want to unplug you if there is a chance you'll come out of this."

The stone-cold silence lasted only a second between the beats of your heart monitor. A beep, then silence. Another beep, then silence again. Alastor found himself swelling with rage and anger, but mostly sadness. He shook his head slowly as he stared at the ground. This can't be happening... He thought This has to be a dream... This-

Something sounded off. The beeps were getting... faster? Alastor looked up and stared at the monitors. He didn't understand any of them, there were so many, but something was happening. He watched numbers flicker and change when suddenly he felt a tug at his hand.

You didn't make a sound or hardly move but you're squeezed his hand. Alastor had never been so hopeful for something so small. He shot out of his chair with enough force to tip it over behind him.

"Darling!?" Alastor firmly gripped your hand and leaned over you. He let his free hand brush your hair out of your face as he asked, "Darling, please, for the love of god- Can you hear me?"

He waited, and waited some more. Suddenly her felt your hand squeeze him again while he searched your face for any signs, "oh my god-" He whispered to himself as he watched your face twitch with pain before your eyes flickered open. With lightning speed Alastor ran to the door of your room and swung it open, "Someone get a nurse!" He shouted into the hallway, "Please!" He ignored most of the odd stares he was getting.

It wasn't a second later that a small team of nurses rushed in to check on you. You had certainly woken up and the tubes down your throat were not comfortable at all. The intubation tubes were removed, along with the feeding tubes, while others updated your stats. Alastor waited nervously in the corner of the room as he watched a team of people work over you. He felt so helpless that he couldn't watch for long. He'd leave the room and wait in the hallway, trying his best to ignore the painful coughs and groans as tubes were pulled out of your throat.

When the nurses left, Alastor quickly went back into the room and to your side. You had only just started breathing on your own again. It was much harder to breathe than ever before, but you still managed. You were still groggy, swore, and very much in pain. Despite this, you still let the smallest and weakest smile crawl along your lips, "Hey..." Was the first thing you said to your husband.

You watched as Alastor's eyes flickered all over your form. From the casts, the pins, the cuts, and bruises. He searched your face for serval minutes than began a weak laugh that sounded similar to a cry, "H-hey..." He said with a long sigh, he even tried to wear a smile that just didn't sit right on his face.

"Al..." You raised a weak and tired hand to his face. He immediately pressed his cheek into the palm of your hand and shook his head, "I'm sorry," You said. But you had nothing to be sorry for, you didn't cause this or intend for it to happen.

He couldn't say anything, Alastor was too caught up with his feelings. You watched him break down all over again as if he was still living with the fear that you might die, "Hey- hey," You raised your hand slightly and made him look at you, "I'm alright," It was hard to see him so broken down like this, "I'm okay, I'm here." You reassured him, "I'm not going anywhere."

Alastor shook his head quickly as if he didn't want to bother you with his feelings. He sucked in a quick gasp for air then sobbed out, "I'm not strong enough to deal with something like this- Ever-.... I can't lose you." He said quickly.

You couldn't really scoot over but thankfully the bed was rather large. You gave Alastor's arm a tug and he quickly climb in and curled up beside you. He was careful to stay clear of any broken bones as he made himself comfortable.

You stared at the ceiling while Alastor shut his eyes and buried himself into the crook of your neck, you used your free hand to comb his hair despite the pain it caused you to move, "That's alright," You finally told him, "No one is strong enough to deal with something like this. You're normally so tough and good at hiding your emotions. But you don't have to do that. I'm alive, I lived, I can be tough enough for the both of us, even if it's just for today."

Alastor curled himself as close as he could beside you. He wanted nothing more than to hide and forget about this day, he knew how impossible that was but he still wanted it. You could feel his tears running from his face and onto your skin. He couldn't stop crying when normally he never cried. He didn't even cry at his mother's funeral. Even though you were the one in the car accident, somehow you felt that Alastor was in the most pain.

"Please don't ever leave me," His voice was raspy and broken as he spoke against the skin of your neck.

With a sad and sorry look on your face, you did your best to pull him closer and wrap your arm around him. You pressed your forehead against his and you felt a set of tears drop from your eyes. You did your best to smile as you spoke, "I won't," You promised, "I'll never leave you, I'll always be here."

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hmmm can vampires get sick? maybe sick vampire chris thinking Jake is gonna pull out or file down his fangs? or just thinking Jake’s gonna hurt him?

CW: Sick whumpee, vampire whumpee, blood drinking, vague implications of past sadistic/creepy whumper, dehumanization, vague tooth/mouth whump (nothing direct, but aftermath)

Sort of a sequel to this piece, part of the Vampire Chris AU

"What hurts?" He keeps his voice low, and carefully doesn't hesitate before he lays a hand over the vampire's forehead. Of course it feels lukewarm, room temperature, but he still goes through the motions of feeling for a fever. It's muscle-memory, instinct, and he keeps forgetting Chris is dead.

He has been dead for a long time, if his occasional comments on what sounds like Prohibition are true.

"Bones," Chris whimpers, twisting where he lays in Jake's bed. There's a bright flush in his cheeks from the blood he'd drained from the two men who broke into the house. Those odd eyes glitter, overbright. "My... m'bones hurt, Jake."

His mouth opens, pulling air in over his tongue and down his throat in soft pants, and Jake is reminded that vampires don't sweat. Not the same way, anyway, although with enough blood they can, in thin sheens of pink-tinged liquid that are even more alarming than their tears.

His fangs are visible this way, razor-sharp canines that come down further than the rest of his teeth, a brighter white than all the others from being pulled and regrowing so many times.

Jake swallows against his nervousness, brushing hair away from the vampire's forehead. His slit pupils are dilated, taking up too much of the iris, and he tells himself that Chris is as scared as he is of the instincts that drive him, barely understands them.

Vampires aren't animals - but when they don't understand themselves, they act like it sometimes.

"Do you think maybe those guys were on something? Like, a drug maybe?" He pets through Chris's hair, fingercombing his hair, and watches Chris's eyes flutter closed.

It's hard not to feel more than a little reassured not having to look at them any longer. Which makes him feel guilty, considering this not-a-kid kid just beat up people for hurting him.

Killed them, his brain whispers. Killed them like he could kill you.

"May, maybe," Chris mumbles, and pants again.

His gums seem oddly dark, where normally they're pale, and Jake frowns. He wishes now he knew more about vampire physiology, that he'd paid more attention in class when they took the safety courses on how to avoid them.

There's not exactly a class on caring for one - not unless you can afford to purchase them outright.

"Well, when you were-... uh, before you found us... did you ever feel like this?"

Chris's eyes blink slowly back open and he nods. "Sometimes. My, my, my, my-... someone would, um, take something before, before the party, and I'd..." He groans and shudders. Jake can see the pain move through his body as he trembles nearly violently. "I'd feel like, like, like this after... for hours..."

"Okay. So... probably you just have to let this get worked out of your system, right? Or... is there a medicine?"

"No... just... just drink more." Chris looks up at him, eyes so wide and sad and scared and hurting, and grabs onto his wrist with one hand. Those cool fingers are never not a little startling, colder than the air around them, than the rest of his body.

Vampires have poor circulation, Jake knows, even when they're filled up on a fresh meal. He's seen Chris heal his own wounds before with his tongue, had him explain that they don't heal on their own with time if they're on hands or feet.

"Chris-"

"You, you, you, you-... can, um, you can take my teeth after. You can. I'll hold still. I'll, I'll be good." Chris's plea is barely a whisper.

His nails, which must have been a little too long when he was killed and turned, dig painfully into Jake's wrist in his desperation.

"I'll be so, so, so so so so good, Jake. So good for you, and then, you can, you you you can take my teeth-... Sir always liked it, it makes me me me cry, we we cry blood, Sir liked to take photos of it-"

"Sssshhhh. Hush, Chris." Jake's mind races. There are others in the house, but-... he can't ask them to give up blood to Chris. They've already taken over cleaning the blood up from the hardwood floor. Nat's already dealt with talking to the cops and the EMTs and the coroner before the bodies were taken away. They already handled hiding Chris in a false-backed closet while Jake was interviewed by police officers who looked interested and excited,, not disturbed.

It's not every day you see a vampire attack, after all.

Mostly they're under control, kept on leashes and muzzled like dangerous dogs, the property of rich celebrities looking for novelty in a world where they already have everything. The few ferals are killed pretty fast.

Or so everyone says.

Jake is starting to wonder if there are more vampires out there than he knows about.

The cops had even insisted on checking the attic, as if Chris was a bat they might find hanging upside down. That had been ridiculous, but it's not like Jake could say he knew better without being asked how he knew so much about them in the first place.

Oh, because we keep one like a stray fucking puppy. That wouldn't go over well.

He feels a little woozy from the adrenaline crash, and still aches from the bruised ribs where he was kicked around. His mouth aches from the duct tape they'd put over it, and he'd got a hell of a rash starting around his wrists. He's so exhausted he might collapse.

But... Chris really did show up right on time, and maybe saved his life.

Chris pulls Jake's wrist to his face, nuzzles into the inside of it against the pale blue veins that show through the thin skin. Jake shudders at the feeling, swallowing back a low-level disgust.

He wonders how old the teenager really is - he wonders that all the time.

"You c-can have my teeth, after," Chris whispers, lips moving against Jake's skin. "You can keep them. Sir used to, to, to keep them in a box and show m-me. Just, please, please help me feel better, Jake, please... It won't hurt."

Jake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "If it'll help... fine. But I'm not taking your teeth. They're yours."

"Thank you," Chris breathes out. "That's, that's, that's okay. I can still fix it for you. Thank you, Jake." His fangs slip back into Jake's skin as easily as a heated knife through warm butter.

The venom hits his bloodstream before the pain hits his nerves, and Jake feels himself slump over, head falling onto Chris's shoulder as all his limbs go dead.

It almost feels good, as his ribs stop aching, and the bruises stop throbbing on his skin. He can see why rich people love it as a party drug. You could drift in this place of perfect no-pain for a long, long time.

He feels only the wet movement of Chris's tongue, the shift of his fangs, the soft pressure of the other teeth pushing down. Chris purrs softly, drinking his blood like a kitten lapping milk.

It goes on and on, and for one terrifying second Jake thinks he's not going to stop until he's dead.

"Ch-... Chris-"

Those fangs slip suddenly out of his skin, the wet cool tongue licks rough over his wounds - closing them instantly.

The venom slowly fades, the aches and pains settling back into his body. Jake groans, feeling weak and exhausted.

Chris has to push him up off his shoulder, with unnatural strength moving him to lay on his side on the bed. Jake can barely keep his eyes open.

Chris, leaning over him, could rip his throat out and he couldn't even raise a hand to try and defend himself right now. Jake sees the body of the first dead robber behind his eyelids, the expression of horror written in eternal rictus in his expression, the blood down his shirt and puddled beneath him on the floor. The other man, fighting until he stopped, slumping until Chris had drained him to death.

"I feel better," Chris whispers, kneading at Jake's shirt briefly. "I, I, I feel so much better. Go to, um, go to sleep, Jake. I'll fix it so you're safe."

Jake can't even begin to understand what that means before he's already slid into something more like unconsciousness than actual sleep. The world around him simply goes black, and the last thing he feels is Chris pulling a blanket up to his chin.

The last thing he hears is those soft padding footsteps leaving the room.

When he wakes, he finds two fangs, pristine white with bloodied roots, sitting in a washcloth next to where his head lays on the pillow. he finds a pair of small pliers on the bathroom sink, with droplets of red around them.

The sun is shining outside the window, a bird singing loud enough to drive a drillbit into his head, and Chris is curled up asleep in the dark at the back of a closet, mouth slightly open.

Jake stares down at the empty spots where his fangs should be, and wonders if he's grateful, or horrified.

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