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i hope someone dies in fontaine
#no but listen like don‘t come for me signora lovers but when the shogun yeeted her that made such an impact#and so sudden and made the game darker#i love that#also i‘m a honkai impact player since the start so maybe that‘s the reason i seek that in game💀💀💀💀💀💀#๑•ᴗ•๑ yoru approved'
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lipstick stains.
reader decides to dabble with art using several lipstick as her tools and sylus' sleeping face as her canvas.
fluff. inspired by one of sylus' texts in the game (included down below near the end). no warnings, just little kisses and reader having a little fun <3

It's two in the afternoon and there's nothing to do until sunset, when it's time to get ready for a date with your lover who's currently sleeping.
No... maybe there is something you could do.
A certain someone recently just bought you several new shades of lipstick from the brand that you love. Maybe now is a good idea to see which color would suit your outfit best for your date.
You wore a sly grin as you gathered all of your new lipstick and tiptoed your way inside Sylus' bedroom.
He's still in the same position as when you put him to bed: mostly on his back, though his upper body's slightly on a higher level due to the fluffy cold pillow supporting his shoulders.
He's wearing his satin burgundy robe, which had gotten a little loose to expose a portion of his chest. You were tempted to rest your head against it, but you can't afford to be distracted right now. You have a mission.
You're going to test the shades of your new lipstick with Sylus' help.
First up is cherry.
You put on a single layer of that color on your lips, then you carefully leaned down towards Sylus' face and softly kissed his forehead. You made sure it was as light as a feather so he doesn't wake up and end your fun so soon.
Next: rose.
You painted your lips with the brighter shade and pecked Sylus' left cheek. It gave a similar result as the previous contender: it looks great, but this particular color probably won't match your outfit tonight.
Third candidate is: wine
This one went to his right cheek and your gaze lingered on it for a little longer than the rest, as the color seemed so fitting on Sylus' face. The stain of wine always did compliment him, so this shouldn't be a surprise.
Up next is blood-red.
It's darker than wine and you also love its velvety texture. More importantly, the kiss mark of its hue looks wonderful on Sylus' left jawline.
Following that is blush.
This one's brighter and more on the pink side. Even though you like it, tonight won't be the night when you'd wear it. Nonetheless, it certainly looks lovely on your lover's chin, which twitched for a second after you kissed it.
Next one is apple.
You kissed the right side of Sylus' jaw and awed at its surprisingly vibrant tone. This one might work quite well with your outfit.
There's the shade called merlot, too.
It's more on the darker side, but you're not sure if it'll look good with your outfit tonight. On the other hand, it's cute on Sylus' nose.
Last but not least: ruby
This one seems like it's in the middle of the palette in terms of saturation, and it appears to have an appealing texture as well. To test it out, you put it on your lips and left a mark on the little spot just above his lips.
Or at least, that was the plan.
Sylus stirred all of a sudden, so you ended up kissing him on the lips.
From the very moment your lips touched, your face heated up and you backed away in panic.
You've kissed him plenty of times. You've kissed him on the lips and on spots that are not his lips. You've done way more than kissing. And yet still, your heart raced at the thought of him catching you stealing kisses from him while he sleeps.
It's still a little early for him to wake up, so you decided to leave him alone for now. You took all of your lipstick with you and ran out before he could detect your presence.
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Your mouth drops at the text message you just received.
"I need to hide, quickly! You guys better not snitch on me! Especially you, Mephie!" You glared at the crow before leaving Luke and Kieran, suddenly ending your game of Kitty Cards.
You fled to look for a hiding spot, but it's too late. Your face planted against a strong chest.
You swore you heard a cough from behind you, followed by the sound of someone's phone clicking for a picture.
It didn't matter though because Sylus spared no attention to Luke, Kieran, and Mephisto as his eyes are completely focused on you.
"Sylus....." you laughed nervously. "Good afternoon. Had a nice dream?"
"Mhmm." He crossed his arms, giving you a raised brow. "In my dream, I was being attacked by a mischievous kitten while I was asleep."
"...."
"You're coming with me." He took one step towards you and leaned down to whisper to your ear. "You have to be punished for your crimes."
Suddenly, he threw you over his shoulder and retreated back to his bedroom.
Luke and Kieran looked at each other.
"Did you get the picture?"
"Yeah."
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FORGET ME NOTS



MDNI 18+
butcher! simon riley x florist! reader
౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ retired! simon riley who is a butcher in a small town suddenly finds himself infatuated with the florist across the road who gave him flowers on national flower day.
note: context warnings apply to all parts, ones in bold apply to the current part - it will be updated consistently
cw: fem! reader . stalking . dom! simon riley x sub! reader
i. part 1 ii. part 2
it was unlike simon to keep something so… different to him in his dark shabby apartment.
the bouquet of forget me nots contrasting against the dark furniture and dimly lit room. it was the only source of colour in the sea of black and greys. simon was not a flower guy, never in his life has he held a bouquet of flowers until you. normally he would’ve thrown them out, but something about that felt almost blasphemous.
for the past few days he took care of the flowers like they were the most precious things.
placed in a glass vase near the windowsill where it bloomed under the sun. simon was never a fan of the sun, too bright so he kept his curtains closed at all times. but now he had them wide open, he couldn’t risk having the only gift from you wilting away. they seemed to be the only source of life in his bare bone apartment. a constant reminder of you.
his sudden interest took a darker turn into obsession.
he started to rethink about the interaction, remembering how you were giving our flowers in national flower day, which meant that he wasn’t the only one. the thought of that made him sick. just how many people did you give the flowers to? what if another man took an interest in you?
it’s been years, since someone gave simon attention. specifically one that was not superficial. you were too good for him, where the idea of his rough scarred hands that were responsible of the so many deaths on you felt like a sin.
you were so sweet, so innocent to the harsh realities of the world where he didn’t know if he wanted to hide and shelter you, or corrupt you beyond belief.
you didn’t know it, but he followed you home every night, closing his shop a little early just to match your routine. it was funny how oblivious you were, walking in the dark as if you were walking in a field of daisies.
simon was a fucked up man and he knew it.
after all, no man spends his whole life at the military and comes out sane.
simon treated it like a game, seeing just how close he could get to you without being caught. he felt like a predator stalking its prey, his large figure hidden in the shadows as his years of experience in the military was displayed through his stealth.
ghost, that’s what they called him back then. now instead of targeting those in the field, it was you. his sweet little thing that made flowers bloom wherever you walked,
you were just so clueless, he could just take you back to his house and have you be his pretty thing that he spoiled endlessly. the thought of that made his cock swell.
it was a fucked up fantasy and he knew it.
every night he would watch you disappear into your house, watching as the lights turned on as you continued with your usual routine.
kitchen to reheat dinner, living room to watch tv, then bathroom to shower.
simon didn’t know how how long he spent watching you, but he couldn’t get enough.
it was like a thirst he couldn’t quench, not by watching you in a distance anyways.
that was until friday night.
the sound of the bell ringing was a noise that simon was accustomed to, but the moment a sweet vanilla scent filled his nostrils he knew immediately.
“don’t know my cuts too well, but i liked whatever you gave me last week, could i have it again?” your voice soft as you looked up at him with those eyes. oh. those eyes he dreamt about, the eyes that made him feel like he was falling down in a rabbit hole.
those eyes.
“‘s called a rib eye birdie,” his accent thick as he tried to hide the fact that he already had the cut wrapped nicely just for you. the marbling perfect just for you.
“right, a rib eye,” you smiled softly as you reached for your wallet, simon shaking his head. “trust me, it’s on the house.”
to you simon seemed like a gentleman, not the man who fisted his cock to the thought of fucking you in the little flower shop of yours. you grinned, pearly whites on display that made simon’s cold heart flutter just a little more.
“thanks uh..” your head tilted as you read his name tag pinned to his black apron.
“simon.”
god, what he would do to hear you say that again.
“don’t worry about it birdie,” after all, what kind of man would he be if he left you hungry during these cold winter nights?
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Primal Claim
Summary: Bucky Barnes finally succumbs to his desire, claiming you with rough, passionate dominance, leaving no doubt that you belong to him completely.
Pairings : Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Note : explicit content, rough sex, domination
The room was buzzing with the usual banter of the Avengers. Laughter filled the air, a mix of inside jokes and teasing, but your eyes were fixed on only one person—Bucky Barnes. That sharp jawline, the piercing blue eyes, and that rough edge that never seemed to soften. You’d been pushing him for months now, dropping hints, teasing him when you had the chance. And tonight, after yet another playful jab from the team about your not-so-subtle crush on him, you could feel the tension in the air shift.
You were no stranger to the comments. Hell, even Tony had joined in on the teasing at one point, always with a smirk and a “C’mon, Barnes, you gonna do something or let her pine away forever?” The whole damn team knew. It was impossible not to notice how you'd bring Bucky his favorite coffee without being asked, or how your eyes lingered a little too long when he walked into a room.
But Bucky? He’d always played it cool, keeping you at arm's length, though you swore you caught the flicker of something darker in his gaze when he thought no one was watching.
Tonight, though, there was a different energy in the air. You knew he was at his breaking point—hell, you were pushing him there on purpose.
The night had dragged on, and you had finally caught him alone, sitting in the corner of the dimly lit common room. You sauntered over, your hips swaying just enough to catch his attention. You knew exactly what you were doing, and by the way his eyes darkened as they tracked your movements, you knew he was done holding back.
“Bucky,” you purred, leaning against the couch, one hand resting on the backrest while you let your fingers brush just close enough to his shoulder. “You’ve been awfully quiet tonight. Something on your mind?”
He looked up at you, his jaw tight, his eyes stormy, and for a second, you thought he might actually walk away, like he had so many times before. But then, something shifted in him. His gaze locked on you, hard and unrelenting, and before you could say another word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap, his grip firm but not painful. The sudden move took you by surprise, but the heat between you two was undeniable.
“You think this is a game, huh?” His voice was low, gravelly, dripping with that rough edge that always made your knees weak. “You’ve been pushing me for months. Teasing me. Bringing me coffee, smiling at me like that, letting the whole damn team watch you do it.” His metal hand gripped your waist now, fingers digging into your skin, and it sent a shiver straight down your spine. “You think I haven’t noticed?”
Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as the intensity in his gaze burned through you. This wasn’t the soft, playful Bucky everyone saw. No, this was the soldier, the one who didn’t fuck around. And he was tired of pretending.
“I don’t think you mind it as much as you pretend to,” you shot back, though your voice was breathier than you intended. You wanted to keep up the teasing, but damn it, he had you on edge with just a look.
Bucky’s lips twitched, but there was no smile. “Mind it?” He scoffed, tightening his grip on your waist, pulling you closer so you could feel the hard length of him pressing up against you. “You have no fuckin’ idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “You think I’ve been ignoring you because I don’t want you?”
Your breath hitched at the raw, animalistic tone in his voice. You tried to steady yourself, but the way he was looking at you—like he was about to devour you—had you squirming in his lap.
“Bucky—” you started, but he cut you off.
“You’ve been driving me crazy for months, sweetheart.” His voice dropped even lower, and your heart skipped a beat as he stood up, lifting you effortlessly with him. He pressed you against the wall, his body flush with yours, pinning you there as he stared down at you with that unrelenting, possessive gaze. “And now you’re gonna see what happens when you push me too far.”
Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours, hot and demanding. It wasn’t a gentle kiss—it was hungry, desperate, the kind of kiss that stole your breath and left you gasping for more. His hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt, his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
“You think you can keep teasing me and get away with it?” he growled against your lips, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your jeans. He yanked them down in one rough motion, his fingers immediately finding your slick heat. “You’re already soaked, aren’t you? All that teasing, and now you’re the one who’s desperate.”
You moaned as his fingers worked you over, his touch rough, unrelenting, exactly what you had been craving for so long. “Bucky, please—”
“Please, what?” he taunted, his voice low and dangerous. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to lose control, to fuck you like you’ve been begging for.” His fingers slipped inside you, and you gasped, arching against him. “You’re mine, baby. No more games.”
He didn’t wait for a response. In one swift move, he had you spun around, your chest pressed against the wall as he pushed inside you, filling you completely with one brutal thrust. You cried out, the sensation overwhelming as he started moving, rough and fast, his grip on your hips tight enough to leave bruises.
“Bucky—fuck!” Your voice was breathless, your body shaking with the intensity of it all. But he didn’t slow down—he only went harder, his grunts and groans mixing with your moans as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
“You like that, huh?” he growled in your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he slammed into you again and again. “You like when I fuck you like this? When I make you mine?”
You could only moan in response, your legs trembling, barely able to hold yourself up as he pounded into you with a relentless rhythm.
“Bucky—oh my God—” You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building in your core, but Bucky wasn’t done with you yet.
He spun you around again, lifting you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist as he thrust into you, his body pressed against yours, hot and sweaty. “You’re not going anywhere, baby,” he growled, his voice rough and breathless as he buried himself inside you one last time. “You’re mine.”
And when you finally came, it was like a fucking explosion, your body shaking in his arms as he held you close, his own release following moments later, filling you completely. He didn’t let go, even after the shaking stopped, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Told you. You’re mine.”
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Love and Deepspace:
Caleb Trailer Breakdown
Okay, so, I was confused on the trailer for a while and honestly a little put off at the whole "villain" vibes I got from it. But... I feel like there's something deeper going on here. Just hear me out:

"23rd Neural Control Experiment"
Pay close attention to the word, "Neural," to do with the brain and the nerves, as well as "control." Then, we see him struggling.

He's moaning and groaning, almost as if he's trying to fight against it. He looks like he's pain and then suddenly,

He's fine, he's IN control. His whole demeanour changes momentarily and all the lights around him come to life, it's not chaotic anymore. Until,

He wakes up, as if from a dream, absolutely terrified. He's sweating and scared, he's almost relieved to realise that it was a dream. But... What if it wasn't? I have always bought into the theory that Caleb and MC were brought together as a part of a bigger experiment by Ever, to test their evols and how they would get along.
Caleb has always been experimented on to better suit the needs and purposes that Ever plans to achieve with him and MC. He is being mind controlled by Ever, it's a "Neural Experiment" after all, Ever is trying to gain control of his thoughts and feelings, to make him detach himself from the MC to be able to use his telekenisis/gravity manipulation evol more effectively. Caleb seems unaware of this, he thinks that all of this is a dream when it's likely not. It's a result of all the poking and prodding Ever did in his brain since he's been a child. And Caleb's feelings for the MC are so strong that he's always able to fight against it, even if he is aware of it.
Ever blew up their house, likely because they thought that if MC knew that Caleb is definitely dead, they'd be able to keep her away from Caleb and keep Caleb away from her, making it easier for them to manipulate his brain to their liking.
Caleb is a sweet guy. The moment I saw him in the game, he was instantly the "protective-older-oppa-niichan" archetype. And this sudden shift in him in the trailer made me feel... Strange to say the least. It was absolutely jarring. I don't think he's evil, I think he's being made to think he is evil.
The still from the trailer below; it shows what is likely his apartment and everything is boxed up, it's almost as though this is from the day he moved to skyhaven or a few days after.

(side note: it's kinda cute that the only thing he unpacked is that photo of, what I assume is, him and the MC on the left.)
This is most definitely the past because,


He still has the necklace and he seems as soft as we know him to be, he caresses the necklace with care and in memory, almost as if he's consoling the MC like, "I'll never hurt you, don't worry." (And well, also just because he misses her and wishes she was with him.)
And then, this beautiful dream-like scene, almost from a memory changes into something far darker.

It's as though he's not himself anyone, he's someone who has been twisted. Ever has succeeded and it's up to us to make him remember again.

To add: the apple symbolism. His art and his motifs are often littered with apples and snakes, snakes are often seen as symbols of seduction, betrayal and most importantly: duality in most world mythologies and the apple, it's quite literally the seduction and fall of Eve/mankind. Even the snake, the devil takes the form of a snake when trying to seduce Eve to eat from the tree.

Perhaps the snakes at meant to represent his duality, and Ever as they are the reason for his duality in the first place. Meanwhile, the apples: his fall orchestrated by Ever. Ever is the devil and Caleb fell for their trap, unknowingly just as Eve did.
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Fae/faerie Jade trying to get lost reader's name and her being like '🤨 uh, no, give me yours first, let's trade' without knowing that's basically like betrothing herself with him
.。*♡ A/n: Lowkey I believed faes/fairies used to exist when I was kid lol. And I'm telling y'all this because I had a dream quite similar to this fic lololol, it was a good dream tho :>
.。*♡ tagging: @harukishiyo @kiraiyugen

"You're quite charming," he says, his voice soft and almost reverent, as if speaking an undeniable truth. "Precious, even. Why won't you tell me your name?"
You hesitate, narrowing your eyes at him. There's something about the way he asks, the smoothness of his tone, that feels too inviting, too... dangerous. For a second, you study him, his sudden appearance intriguing you.
You cross your arms, trying to appear more confident than you feel. "Uh, no. Mister, you should tell me your name first," you say, thinking you’ve cleverly sidestepped whatever game he’s playing. "Or... We could trade names."
For a moment, his eyes widen, surprise flickering across his face. But then his lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile, one that makes your stomach tighten in a way you can’t quite place. "Ah, a trade, is it?" he murmurs, the words rolling off his tongue with a hint of amusement. "Very well, if that is what you wish... I shall oblige."
He leans in slightly, his gaze never leaving yours, and for a brief second, you feel as though the air around you has thickened, charged with something unspoken. When he speaks his name - Jade, like the gem, it’s with a deliberate, almost theatrical grace, each syllable drawn out as if he’s savoring the moment. His voice is like silk, and his name feels heavy, lingering in the air between you.
And the sound is almost magical, hypnotic even.
You don't realize it, but the moment you suggested a trade, you unknowingly set the trap he had been waiting for. To exchange names with a fae is to offer something more than just words; it’s an agreement, a binding promise. By giving yours, you would be tying yourself to him, just as he’s doing now.
And the look in his eyes — the way they gleam with that mix of amusement and something darker — tells you that he knows exactly what you've just offered, even if you don't.
When you finally open your mouth to respond, you don’t see the invisible chains that have begun to form around you, nor do you hear the silent vow he’s made to keep you by his side.
"Well," you begin, a bit nervously, trying to shake off the sudden intensity in his eyes. "I guess it’s only fair to share mine now." You tell him your name, and as the words leave your lips, you can't help but notice how his smile widens, sharp and satisfied, like a predator finally closing in on its prey.
“Ah, so that is your name, Yuu,” he repeats, almost reverently, as if tasting it, repeating it again and again as if he was getting used to it. “Beautiful… fitting, even.”
He takes a step closer, and you instinctively take a step back, but he follows, closing the distance again. “You have no idea what you’ve just given me, do you?” His voice is gentle, but there’s an underlying current, a subtle shift that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
You blink, confused. “What do you mean?” you ask, feeling a little defensive. “It’s just my name. We traded, remember?”
“Oh, but it’s not just a name,” he replies, tilting his head as if amused by your innocence. “To share a name with a fae is to forge a bond, one that can not easily be broken. You offered a piece of yourself, and I’ve accepted it. Just as I have given you a piece of me in return.”
You stare at him, the realization dawning on you slowly, like the creeping shadow of a storm. You had to have misunderstood what he just said.
“Wait… Are you saying…?” Your words falter as you search his eyes, looking for any sign that he’s joking, but there’s none. The grin on his face is too calm, too knowing, as if he’s been planning this all along.
“Yes, my dear,” he says, his voice soft and almost affectionate, yet there’s a possessiveness in his tone that makes your heart skip a beat. “We are bound now, betrothed, if you wish to call it that. You belong to me, just as I belong to you. Isn’t it delightful? Mom and dad will be glad to know you.”
Your heart starts pounding, a mix of disbelief and panic surging through you. “No, no, that’s not what I meant!” You stammer, shaking your head as if you can undo the words you’ve already spoken. “I didn’t agree to… to this! I can't get married right now.”
He doesn’t seem fazed by your protest. If anything, he looks even more delighted now. “Oh, but we're married now due to fae traditions. The moment you proposed the trade, you sealed your fate. And I have no intention of letting you go, my precious beloved one.”
He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch cool but oddly soothing. “Do not fear, Yuu. I shall take care of you, cherish you… just as a good partner should.”
You try to pull away, but his hand cups your cheek, holding you gently in place. “There is no need to run, no need to fight. We are bound by something far stronger than mere words. You wished to know my name, and now… you will never forget it.”
The forest around you feels like it’s closing in, the air thick with something unseen, as if the world itself acknowledges the bond between you. And in his eyes, you see no hint of malice, only a patient, eternal watchfulness, as if he’s content to wait, to let you come to terms with what you’ve unknowingly become a part of.
“I’ll give you time to understand,” he murmurs, his lips curling into a soft, almost tender smile as he presses a kiss to your temple. “But know this… I am yours, just as you are mine. And there is no escaping what has been forged tonight... Love.”
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𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋: '𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎.' ༄࿔ L.K.
⤷ Dubcon/Noncon | Knife Play | Spanking
♱ word count: 2.3k
♱ warnings: this has darker content!! dont like? dont interact: dubcon/noncon, fem!reader, ghostface!minho, reader switches up during the ending but during the smut minho has control, knife play (1 small nick and he carves his name into readers back but its shallow), light mentions of blood, spanking, p in v with no prep or condom (be safe about this irl pls), open ending?
♱ notes: this was so self indulgent because im slowly becoming obsessed with slashers again 🥴
not properly proofread! i will go through it later in the day after i sleep <3
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The cabin you were staying at was eerily silent as you sat in the dimly lit living room. It was a rental that you had planned to stay at for a week to spend your vacation off of work and it was absolutely beautiful during the day. Though, the forest surrounding it combined with the knowledge of just how far the nearest area with people made for a rather scary experience during the night time.
Part of you was on edge as you made your way past the floor-to-ceiling windows towards the kitchen and chills ran up your spine as you stared out those same windows only to be met with complete darkness. Not even the moon was enough to cast light on the tall trees.
‘Maybe a glass of water will help.’ You had been tossing and turning in bed for hours before you gave up and settled in the living room, only to discover that there was no signal on the TV. You were lucky to have even 1 bar as you opened your phone to check the time; 2:46 AM.
It wasn’t a horrible time to be awake, but the promise of sleep would have helped with the paranoid itching in the back of your head. Anybody could break in and nobody wouldn’t know until it was too late. And even if you knew, you were a long way from any means of help-
A sudden creak in the floorboards catches your attention. Your neck snapped towards the dark hallway, then again to the huge windows as your heart raced. The Airbnb host stated that it’s an old house so it’s known to make many noises, so ‘It was probably nothing’. You repeated this to yourself over and over again as you chugged the rest of your water and turned to clean the glass, hoping the distraction would help with the anxiety.
But just as your hand wraps around the tap handle, another creak is heard and a hand wraps around your mouth. Another slides around your front and pushes a long kitchen knife against your neck. The intruder uses his whole body to roughly push you into the counter and your heart drops as you let out a scream in surprise.
The feeling of the cold counter is almost soothing as his deep, nearly robotic, voice meets your ears. “Haven’t seen you around here before… If I take my hand off your mouth, you won’t make me angry and scream for help, right?” He slides the knife along your neck, nicking the skin there slightly as a warning.
Your lack of a response makes him chuckle and he traces the tip of the knife along your cheek, “It’s not like anybody will hear you anyway, but I wouldn’t want this pretty face to get hurt. So what do you say?” You nod as best as you can in this position and let out a quiet sob when his palm releases your face.
“P-Please…Don’t kill me.” Your plea comes out in a quiet whisper, hoping the hushed voice won’t upset your attacker. If it does, he doesn’t let it be seen in the slightest.
“Shhhhh” He tuts at you and rolls his hips forward, rubbing his hard-on against your ass and forcing your hips farther into the countertop. The pinching of your skin between your bone and the marble top makes you hiss in pain, but he ignores you and rubs your hip with his now free hand.
“Let’s play a game~” He doesn’t give you time to respond before he flips you around, wrapping a hand around your neck as he roughly pins you to the counter again.
You’re finally met with his face- or what would be his face, but is instead a long, white ghost mask that would be comical if you didn’t notice the feeling of a drop of blood running down your neck from where he nicked you.
“I’m a little stressed out, so I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt of yours. If you play nice, I’ll let you live. But if you act like a bitch, I'll kill you!”
The joyful tone in his voice causes your skin to crawl and you let out a quiet sob of fear at the deadly ultimatum. Your choices are quite slim, and you can’t deny the ache that’s starting between your legs, so you don’t take long to nod in agreement.
“Mmmm… Smart girl. Let’s get this off of you then, yeah?” He tugs at your pajama shorts and finally moves the knife off your skin, giving you just enough leeway to move around and pull your shorts down. Once they’re far enough down your legs to drop to your ankles on their own, the unknown man behind you spins you around and immediately pulls your shirt up and over your head.
He sighs almost dreamily against the mask and you watch his head tilt down as he takes in your naked torso. You can feel his stare on you for a while longer until his head tilts further and he’s met with the sight of your pretty panties- the ones that are keeping him from his “prize.”
He curses under his breath and snakes his empty hand to the back of your neck. He grasps you tightly and uses his grip there to lead you to the huge windows, pushing you against them roughly.
“What a pretty piece of ass you got here, baby.” The hand on your neck moves down in favor of grabbing a handful of your ass cheek, landing a teasing slap there as he finishes his sentences. “Might have to go home with you- make you my little pet.” You moan both at the implication of him following you home as well as the delicious sting on your ass.
The masked man chuckles darkly and lands a harsher slap on your other ass cheek. “Call me crazy but I think you like that idea. Hmmmm? Wanna be my little kitty- my little toy for me to fuck whenever I feel like it?” You were starting to get too comfortable, and he seems to realize it. So he brings you back right to where he wants you by sliding his free hand around to your tummy.
The occupied hand runs the sharp side of the knife around your back, leaving shallow lines that you can’t quite make out. But none of that matters. Not when he’s sliding his hand into your panties, rubbing his gloved fingertip through your soaked folds.
You’re almost thankful that he can’t tell through the gloves, but the stinging pain of the knife almost carving into your skin is diverting your attention from the rough circles on your clit. Thankfully, though, he finishes his “design” faster than you thought he would.
The feeling of a thick finger entering you grabs your attention, making you moan loudly and buck your hips against his hand. A muffled laugh is heard through the mask and his voice is husky as he speaks again, “Gonna be good for me and let me fuck this pretty pussy now, yeah?”
You don't respond right away and he pulls his finger out of you, pinching your clit meanly. “I asked you a question.” His partially wet glove comes down harshly on your ass and leaves a red mark in its wake.
You let out a squeak at the pain and apologize profusely before responding to him. “Y-Yes!”
“Good girl. You almost lost the game there, baby.” He laughs to himself and you watch in the reflection of the glass as he brings the knife down between your thighs. Part of you is horrified at what he might try, and the other part is rather aroused at the possibilities that run through your head.
But he shuts them all down when he slides the dull side against your thigh and leads it to your underwear. He runs his hand along your spine and leans you forward, pushing your ass out for him as the knife dips into your underwear- dull side up.
With this he slices downwards in one swoop, slicing your panties and causing you to gasp in surprise. You can almost hear the smile on his face as he shushes you and slices one of the sides next.
Your arms shake as they rest against the cold glass of the window and you sit there helplessly as he rids you of the ruined fabric. Once you’re left completely bare, he whistles in satisfaction and leans back.
His hand squeezes your ass cheek appreciatively as the hand with the knife rests at your hip, itching to touch you as well but knowing better than to let his guard down so easily. No matter how well-behaved you've been for him so far.
“Such a pretty thing. I really should keep you to myself.” He hums and bites down on your ear. You hear the knife get tossed beside you onto the wood floor before one of his hands slides into your hair, tangling with the strands there and tugging your neck backward.
All of a sudden the sound of metal hitting wood meets your ears and you see the knife lying on the floor, a couple of feet from where you two stand. Then his hands are removed from you for mere seconds as he hooks his thumbs into his pants and pushes down, hurriedly shoving his boxers down alongside his jeans.
The sound of his jeans hitting the floor makes your thighs clench and he takes notice immediately. He coos from behind you and you can almost hear the smile on his face through the mask as he slides himself through your folds a few times, teasing you and testing how far gone he’s got you.
Your desperate grinding gives him the only answer he needs and he finally pushes in, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him.
“Shit… You feel so good.” The cool plastic of the ghost mask meets your shoulder as he lays his forehead down against it.
You can’t hold back the whine that builds in the back of your throat and your nails scratch into the glass as much as they physically can as he starts to move already.
“P-Please…” You’re not so sure what you’re asking for. Maybe it was mercy. Or maybe, just maybe, all those months of research about some local town's serial killer were finally paying off.
But who needs to know that? The man behind you is completely oblivious as he pulls his hips back just to drive them back into you. You barely remember it yourself from the way his tip, thick and pulsing, rams into your G-spot.
So much so that you can feel your orgasm sneaking up so much sooner than it usually would. It eventually wracks through your body like a train as the hand in your hair tightens, holding you close to him as he slows his hips to a slow grind.
“Fffuck.. Tight little cunt, baby. But I’m not done just yet.” He picks up his pace once more and uses his free hand to caress your hips, squeezing the flesh there appreciatively before landing a slap against the same area.
He soothes it with another rub, though short-lived before his hand finds its home on your ass cheek. There he lands a series of slaps paired with his muffled moans as you clench around him incessantly.
The hand in your hair finally releases its grip only to find another on the back of your throat again. He uses this one to hold you in place, keeping your cheek pressed flush against the window as he fucks into you with no care.
He continues to use you like his personal fleshlight as he grunts behind you, legs shaking from his oncoming release. The same release that is left deep in your walls, swimming around before dripping out onto your abused folds.
You both moan in unison as you cum around him again, whining at the sharp thrusts that were meant to fuck his seed further into you.
He finally pulls out once your cunt is done milking him and he pulls out a phone from his jeans, snapping a quick photo with flash on before laughing to himself behind his mask.
While he’s occupied with his delusions, you decide it’s time to make your move.
You push his chest lightly and watch as he collapses onto the couch, head tilted up at you in amusement while his arms settle on the back cushions.
“Yeah?” His voice is deep and breathy, it goes straight between your thighs and you almost moan at simply hearing him like that as well as the confident stance he’s taken. But you have a mission on your mind.
One that includes rushing to pick up the knife from the floor and not giving him a chance to respond before you’re straddling his thick thighs and pressing the knife to his throat.
His arms stay in place on the cushions and he huffs out a laugh in pure amusement, waiting patiently for you to make your next move.
What he didn’t expect was the grinding of your now leaking cunt on his now hardening cock. He moans lowly at the feeling and goes to rest a hand on your hip, only to be met with your hand slapping it away and the other digging the knife into the skin of his neck. Karma.
“I won your game fair and square. So let’s play my game.” Your hand reaches up under the mask and tears it off his face.
He’s not sure why a potential survivor seeing his face doesn’t worry him. But when his tip catches onto your clit and you hold the knife steady against his neck, he thinks he’s just fallen in love.
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Hii! Do u write for xiao ?? If u do can u do with a amab reader who is extremely sensitive during sex and gets overstimulated really easily and cries??
A Hefty Price

Xiao x bttm m! thief reader
content warnings: slight dubcon, overstimulation, reader cries, Xiao is a little ooc bc he’s irritated and pissed here, mindbroken reader (fucked into oblivion), punishment sex (?)
note: hiya I didn’t know if u wanted plot with it so I just did it, hope you enjoy 😭🫶
You always thought you could get away with it. Xiao’s warnings, his sharp glares, the low growl in his voice whenever he caught you—it had become almost a routine, something predictable. You'd brush off his words, slip through his fingers, and disappear into the night with whatever prize you'd set your eyes on.
Maybe that’s why you kept going. Deep down, you believed Xiao would be lenient with you forever. That no matter how many times he cornered you, no matter how many times he said, “This is your last chance," there would always be one more.
But tonight was different.
The moment you saw him step out from the shadows, his figure illuminated by the pale moonlight, you knew something had shifted. His eyes weren’t just filled with the usual exasperation or annoyance. There was something darker, more primal, simmering beneath the surface.
You should’ve stopped.
But instead, you smirked, brushing off the unease creeping up your spine. "What, are you here to lecture me again, Xiao?" you teased, trying to keep your voice light. "You know how this goes. I’ll be gone before you even—"
You never got to finish your sentence.
Xiao moved faster than you’d ever seen him before, closing the distance between you in an instant. One moment, you were standing, your usual bravado shielding you from the weight of his presence, and the next, you were pressed against the stone wall of Wangshu Inn, your wrists pinned above your head in a grip so tight it made you gasp.
"Xiao—" you choked, but the words were caught in your throat as you met his gaze. His golden eyes bore into yours, no longer just filled with warning, but with an animal like intensity that sent your pulse racing in a way that had nothing to do with fear—and everything to do with something far more dangerous.
"You think I’ll let this slide again?" His voice was low, rough, almost unrecognizable in its rawness. His face was mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "That I’ll keep letting you walk away like nothing happened?"
His grip tightened around your wrists, his body pressing you harder against the cold stone. The sudden, brutal force of it made your heart stutter, a flicker of panic mixing with something else you didn’t want to name. He wasn’t just angry—he was done. Done with your games, done with your teasing, and done with your refusal to take him seriously.
"You always brush off my warnings," Xiao growled, his voice so close, so filled with something dark and primal that it made your knees weak. "You think I’ll be lenient forever, that I won’t do anything to stop you."
You swallowed hard, the smirk that had once danced on your lips now completely gone. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you tried to understand what was happening. Xiao had always been intense, but this—this was different. He wasn’t holding back anymore.
"You’ve pushed me too far," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. His hand left your wrist, sliding down to your throat in one swift, controlled motion, his thumb pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. "You think I’ll keep forgiving you? That you can keep stealing, keep defying me, without consequences?"
His eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "No more."
Your chest tightened at the finality in his tone, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy cloak. You had always played with fire, but now, you were burning. Xiao’s restraint, his patience—it was gone, replaced by something far more wild, far more dangerous.
"I… I didn’t think—" you stammered, trying to gather your wits, but Xiao wasn’t having it.
"That’s your problem," he interrupted, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you still. "You never think. You believe you’re untouchable, that you can keep running from your consequences."
His fingers pressed harder against your skin, his body trapping yours completely against the wall, his eyes narrowing as he watched the realization wash over you. For the first time, you truly understood—you had gone too far. You had pushed him too far.
You opened your mouth to speak, to say something, but nothing came out. His grip on you was unyielding, his presence overwhelming. The usual playfulness you had wielded against him was gone, shattered under the weight of his fury.
His other hand slid down your side, pinning you in place with a strength that left no room for argument. You gasped, the pressure making it clear that this time, there was no escape.
"You never took me seriously," he murmured darkly, his lips brushing against your neck, sending heat coursing through you. "But I’m going to show you exactly how serious I can be."
Your breath hitched as his hand moved lower, tracing the lines of your body with a possessive touch, one that made it clear—he wasn’t playing around anymore. There was no teasing, no games. You had crossed the line, and Xiao was about to teach you the consequences of defying him.
"You’ll remember this," Xiao muttered, his voice filled with quiet dominance as he pressed you harder against the wall, his body leaving no space for resistance. "You’ll remember who you belong to."
Your heart raced, fear and something else—a darker, more dangerous thrill—mixing together as you realized just how far you had pushed him. Xiao wasn’t fucking around anymore.
And now, you were going to pay for it.
Your chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, your heart thundering against your ribs as you stared up at him, completely at his mercy. Letting out a quiet whimper at his gaze, you could feel heat pool in your core, inwardly groaning as his body pushed against yours, giving you no space to retreat or run. “Quiet, (name). Take your punishment.” He shot you a silent glare of disapproval as he fumbled clumsily at your pants.
You weren’t stupid, despite haven’t done this kind of thing before, but you knew what the Yaksha was trying to do, and was clear to your eyes. There was a flash of thought that crossed your mind that if Xiao was the one standing before you, and you weren’t pinned against a wall, you might have considered sharing your first with him.
Your body, however, was much more honest. As he freed your cock, it was already erect, as pearls of precum slid down your length, the cold night air graced your naked lower abdomen. Teeth chattering as the cold wind blew, it didn’t stop your cheeky mouth teasing him much to your regret later on, “Seems like the yaksha is quite the inexperienced one— Ah!” He gripped your dick forcefully, sending a shock of mixed sensations of pain and pleasure through your body. “You never shut up do you, mortal?” Xiao rebuked unhappily as he gingerly jerked your cock up and down, bringing about an onslaught of sheer pleasure and ecstasy that seemed to intertwine with each other.
Being a virgin yourself, it didn’t take for you to release, splattering ropes of white cum into his hand as you let out a strangled gasp. Your eyes widened as you felt Xiao's teeth graze your sensitive skin, a shudder running through your body. The combination of pleasure and discomfort had your nerves alight, every touch sparking a new wave of sensation.
"Nnh...haaah..." You whined, hips bucking involuntarily as you grinded down against the firm muscle of Xiao's thigh. The friction provided some respite, but it wasn’t enough to quell the ache building in your core.
“Stay still.” He let out a growl of frustration before biting down on your collarbone, fangs glinting in the moonlight, sunken into your sinewy skin. The bruising pain and burning pleasure felt indistinguishable as your mouth hung open with inaudible gasps escaping.
“You don’t listen,” he murmured darkly, his breath warm against the raw skin of your collarbone. His teeth released your skin, leaving the bruised, throbbing mark of his claim, the sting lingering like a brand. “You never listen.” His tongue flicked out to trace the bite, sending another wave of heat through your body.
Not intending to give you a break, his fingers thrust into your waiting hole, making you squirm and writhe, insides clenching around his fingers. “Hhn!” A gasp left your lips as you felt the fingers prodding a certain bundle of nerves, nudging it repeatedly until you was moaning incoherently. A little sob even escaped you, as your cock twitched, spurting white all over your own pelvis again. Your whole body quivered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the stimulation didn’t cease, your breath came out in ragged gasps, each one more shallow than the last as your body trembled under his control.
The Yaksha’s name left your lips in a stutter.
The pleasure left you reeling in its wake like a tidal wave engulfing your body in full force. Tears began to decorate your eyes as you let out small hiccups and chokes from the merciless sensations that seemed to plague your fatigued body endlessly.
Xiao’s hand shifted from your ass to your chin, forcing you to look at him. His golden eyes bore into yours, sharp and unyielding. For a moment, something flickered in them—a recognition of the tears that now streamed down your face, glistening in the moonlight.
But his grip didn’t soften.
“Are you crying?” Xiao’s voice was rough, his words cutting through the haze between you. His thumb brushed against your cheek, smearing the tear across your skin. “After everything, you still don’t understand.”
“I’ll make you understand.” You let out a scream as he impaled you on his cock, the girthy length bullying his way into your insides, searing his shape into your walls. There was pain, yet most of it became pleasure as Xiao started to thrust in and out of your tightness. Inaudible, slurred cries escaped you as you hung your head low, body rocked back and forth as Xiao fucked you deep and slow. The tears kept falling, but you were helpless to stop them. Everything about this moment felt too intense, too overwhelming.
Half-sober, you muttered pleas and apologies from your hoarse throat amidst the obscene squelches of his cock kissing your walls repeatedly. “Too late.” He huffed a noncommittal sigh as he put your arms over his shoulders and carried your limp legs with his arms before driving his hips against yours with full force.
Your brain was mush at this point, barely registering anything as your overstimulated hole rapidly twitched and clenched around Xiao’s disappearing cock into your hole. Your cock let out pitiful drops of cum, if that could even be called that, as you had truly lost count on how many times you had climaxed simply from the sensation of his cock scraping against your sensitive walls.
You had truly paid a hefty price.
note: might have made him a little too intense here sry 😢 but i ran w it he’s tired w readers shit lol 😹
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Riding
“Fuck, babe,” he groaned, his head thrown back in the moment of exquisite pleasure. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re- tight!”
In a daze, he reached for your hips, warm palms clutching your naked flesh as he tried to ground himself, trying to stay coherent in the frenzy of sinful pleasure. You felt whole, squatting over him in the corner of the killer’s shack, skin bare and naked to his hazel eyes and hungry mouth. He watched you roll your hips, grinding yourself against the hardness of his cock, his trimmed hair tickling your nub, sending you both shivering. You from the constant stimulation, and him, from your sudden tightness around him.
He arched his back, rutting into you, his strong arms moving along his shaft. It was a soft motion of pushing in and pulling out, in and out, again and again, until you were both panting and moaning for more. You met in the middle, your lips dancing across his in a passionate tango of love and obsession. You pushed off the ground, thighs burning at the work of riding him, he helped you move, supporting your weight with his hands and his hips thrusting upwards.
“God-” he gasped, hissing when you bit his lower lip, pulling it when he tried to pull away. His chest rumbled in a low chuckle, pushing his body flush against yours and grinding into you. “You’re so fuckin’ hot.”
You let out a cheeky laugh, hands roaming the expanse of his coat, nudging the flap away and running your nails over his tight muscles. You dug your short nails into him, hearing him groan, hips stuttering as you slammed down on his lap. He made the most addicting sounds you’ve ever heard, low and raspy, or deep and teasing. Danny had a way with words, his tongue singing the best songs one could wish to hear when he was moaning and groaning under you.
“I could tell you the same, Ghostie.”
He slurred out a moan at your nickname. He loved it when you called him Ghostie, you fully embraced his darker side, even playing little games with him when he asked. Maybe you were as sick as he was, wanting to give yourself to him, letting him fuck you however he wanted and giving him whatever he wanted. But he was as devoted to you as you were, he’d kneel and beg for you, he’d let you use him as your toy and he’d do anything for you. You were both a blessing and a curse to each other.
You gasped, back arching and eyes rolling. You clawed at his shoulder, drawing lines of beautiful crimson from your love down his chest as you rolled your hips. Danny hissed, driving skyward jerkily, biting back his moan as he came. He filled you in waves of potent cream, the white cum dripping down his balls and his puckered rim when it became too much for your tight snatch. He gave a few more thrusts, riding out your peaks until his cock grew soft and he supported your limp figure, tired and satiated.
“Love you, doll,” he murmured, his swollen lips finding their rightful place on the crown of your head.
“Love ya too, Danny.”
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7-𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊
𝕾𝖚𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ. 🐍🖤 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ



Hi babes!!♡
So I just wrapped up my little 7 day pretty girl challenge, and let me tell you—she delivered!!! This was such a fun and easy reminder that your inner reality always reflects outward, no matter what the 3D tries to show you.
⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆
ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 7 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰:
༺♰༻Clear, glowing, lighter skin
༺♰༻ Whiter teeth
༺♰༻ Fuller, fluffier eyebrows (soap brow goals, tbh)
༺♰༻ Darker, longer eyelashes
༺♰༻ My wavy hair transformed into naturally straight, silky hair—no more frizz, no more humidity drama
༺♰༻ 3 inches of hair growth (like what??!!)
And people noticed too!! While shopping at the mall, strangers were literally coming up to me and telling me how pretty I looked—I was internally gushing, omg!! Even my friends were like, "Wait... did you straighten your hair?" And, "why is your skin so much lighter all of a sudden??" Like YES, thank you for noticing ♡♡
⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ 𝔐𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔡𝔰 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆
I kept it super simple. Listened to appearance subliminals daily, made a Pinterest board of my dream look, and that was it. But the key part was mindset. Anytime I looked in the mirror, even if I didn't fully see it yet, I'd mentally affirm:
༺♰༻Omg my skin is literally flawless
༺♰༻My hair is sooo long and straight today
༺♰༻ Damnnn my brows are full and shaped perfectly
I never thought against it. No questioning. No checking the 3D for proof. Just full belief. Because your mental reality creates your physical reality. Period.
Stop giving your 3D power it doesn't deserve. You literally have full creative control. This challenge reminded me of that in the most fun, effortless way possible.
And get this—I even manifested a bunch of random things this week without even trying:
༺♰༻ The exact red leather jacket and black leather pants I saved to my Pinterest board the night before... I literally got them the next day?? Insane.
༺♰༻ Made a new guy friend at a soccer game just by thinking, "I'd love to make a new friend today" — he sat next to me, and we hit it off instantly.
༺♰༻ Finally went to a bonfire party ( I've been wanting this forever, and it was sooo fun!!)
༺♰༻ Went on a spontaneous shopping spree, and everything was suddenly 50% off...like what??? I walked out with two bags for half the price!!!
This challenge reminded me just how natural it is to shift into any version of myself when I stop giving the 3D a voice. You're the operant power. Always. More fun challenges are coming soon!!
Pretty is a mindset first.
𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝕴𝖛𝖞🖤💚
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Jealous Games



Pairing: Jungwon x Reader x Sunghoon
Genre: Smut
Warning: Jealousy, Threesome, Dirty Talk, Dominant Jungwon
Jungwon had been watching you all night. The way you laughed a little too flirtatiously at Sunghoon’s jokes. The way your fingers brushed against his arm, lingering just a little longer than usual. It shouldn’t have bothered him. You weren’t doing anything out of line, but the sight of you getting so close to Sunghoon was enough to twist his stomach with jealousy.
He couldn’t stand it. Not when he wanted you all to himself.
It had started as a casual hangout with the members, but the moment you sat next to Sunghoon on the couch, laughing, talking, and letting him touch your arm, Jungwon’s jealousy flared. He could feel the heat of his desire building, the rush of possessiveness that was too strong to ignore. And yet, as the night went on, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the two of you.
Sunghoon was oblivious, his eyes twinkling as you spoke, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside Jungwon. But Jungwon knew. He knew exactly what was happening, and he wasn’t going to let it slide.
“Is everything okay, Jungwon?” Sunghoon asked, looking over at him with a concerned smile, unaware of the tension he had just caused.
Jungwon’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze dark as he stared at you, then back at Sunghoon. “Everything’s fine,” he muttered, but his tone was anything but.
You felt the change in the air, the subtle shift in Jungwon’s mood. You turned to him, sensing something was off. “What’s wrong?” you asked, but Jungwon didn’t respond immediately. His jealousy was palpable.
Without warning, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward him, away from Sunghoon. The sudden movement startled you, but there was no mistaking the fire in his eyes. “You’re too close to him,” Jungwon muttered, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re supposed to be with me, not him.”
You tried to pull back, confusion flooding your thoughts. “Jungwon, it’s not like that—”
“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped, his grip tightening. “You don’t get to touch him like that and think I won’t notice. You’re mine.”
Before you could protest, Sunghoon stood up, his expression unreadable. “What’s going on here?” Sunghoon’s voice was calm, but there was a glint of something darker in his eyes, too. He had been watching the way Jungwon was acting.
Jungwon’s jaw clenched, his hands still holding you. “I’m tired of sharing,” he muttered, his words barely audible. “You’re too close to him. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Sunghoon’s lips curled into a small smirk. “What if I do?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing.
Jungwon’s eyes flicked toward him, the tension between the two of them palpable now. “What are you saying?” Jungwon demanded, his voice sharper than before.
“I’m saying,” Sunghoon started, stepping closer to you, his eyes never leaving Jungwon’s, “that if you’re so jealous, maybe you should prove it. Show me you can handle her.” Sunghoon’s gaze shifted toward you. “Show me you can keep her, Jungwon.”
Jungwon’s chest rose and fell with every breath, his body stiffening. He knew exactly what Sunghoon was implying, and he didn’t like it. He wanted you. He needed you. And he wasn’t about to let Sunghoon take you away from him.
“Fine,” Jungwon growled, his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to move. “But know this, Sunghoon—if we’re doing this, I’m making sure you know exactly who she belongs to.”
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his smile never fading. “I’m not afraid of you,” he taunted, leaning in a little closer to you.
You could feel the tension building, the competition between the two of them, but it only made your body hum with excitement. They were both so intense, so demanding in their own ways. You were caught between them, feeling a strange pull toward both of them.
“I don’t think either of you understand,” you said, your voice breathless. “I want both of you.”
Jungwon’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise before it was replaced with a possessive smirk. “I knew you’d say that,” he muttered, his voice dark and commanding. “I knew you were mine, and now I’m going to show you exactly what that means.”
Sunghoon chuckled softly, walking toward you until he was just behind you, his breath warm against your neck. “I’m not backing down,” he said, his hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, his fingers trailing down your arm. “We’ll see who she wants more, won’t we?”
Without another word, Jungwon pushed you back onto the couch, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was desperate and rough, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel how hard he was against you, the heat radiating off his body.
Sunghoon’s hands weren’t far behind, as he reached around to undo your pants, his fingers teasing the waistband before pulling them off in one swift motion. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “I think you’ll enjoy being with both of us.”
Jungwon’s lips found your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin as he continued to undress you. He wasn’t gentle—not when it came to you. He needed to claim you, to show you that no one else could touch you like he could. “Don’t ever get too close to anyone else,” he growled, his fingers slipping between your thighs, making you gasp at his touch.
But as Jungwon’s fingers worked their magic, Sunghoon didn’t hesitate. He moved in, kissing you hard, his lips demanding as his hands began exploring your body. It wasn’t just physical anymore—it was about control, about making sure you understood just how badly they wanted you.
“Beg for us,” Sunghoon said, his voice deep and filled with hunger as he watched you squirm under both of their touches. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want you both,” you gasped, unable to hold back the desperate need that was building inside of you. “Please, I need both of you.”
Without hesitation, they moved together, their bodies aligning with yours, each of them entering you from different angles, making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming sensation. The tension between Jungwon and Sunghoon only added to the heat, the competition between them turning into a game that you were more than willing to play.
Jungwon’s thrusts were fast and deep, his hands gripping your hips as he kept you in place. “You’re mine,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “You’ll never forget who you belong to.”
But Sunghoon wasn’t backing down, either. He matched Jungwon’s pace, his hands gripping your shoulders as he took you from behind. “I think she likes both of us,” he said with a teasing smile, his voice dripping with desire.
You couldn’t hold on much longer. The intense pleasure from both of them was too much, the overwhelming sensation building inside of you as they continued to dominate you in the best possible way.
“Come for us,” Jungwon demanded, his lips on your neck, his body shuddering as he reached his peak.
With a final, shuddering breath, you came apart, your body trembling as both of them followed soon after, their hot breaths mixing with yours in the afterglow.
As the tension between them dissolved, they both held you close, their hands brushing against your skin with a tenderness that was impossible to ignore. They had claimed you, but in the end, you had claimed them too.
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Earrings + Designer Coats



Warnings: Self-Induced Anxiety. Mentions of Depression, Self-Loathing, and Regret. Stolen Kisses and Fluff at end.
Pairing: Established Relationship with Kwon Ji-yong xF!Reader
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Kwon Ji-yong was always the type of man who lived for people's eyes to be on him.
There was even a time when Ji-yong was much younger than he is now, in grade six to be exact. Grade six was a very special year to the man's heart for a few different reasons. Reason number one was that was the year he first met his former best friend and bandmate, Choi Seunghyun; reason number two being that in a class of only a certain amount of people, he won best dressed with a vote that exceeded the amount of people in his class.
Of course the praise never stopped there and he made name for himself in the music industry, but more importantly to him, the fashion industry as big names like Chanel would sponsor him to promote their newest pieces and Ji-yong was more than delighted to oblige.
The fashion world was incredibly cut throat and somehow even worse on the man's mental health. He loved the attention, but the attention did not always love him, and people were starting to say things they would not dare say while he poured his heart out in his music. People were starting to comment that the rings he wore were too big, the scarfs he wore were too flashy, the earrings he wore were too girly, and that the coats he styled were simply too much.
Ji-yong would never admit it, but the comments were sometimes too loud in his head, and he'd more often than not find himself alone in his home, knees curled up to his chest as he would rock back and fourth, his body trembling. He'd seen all the comments about his sudden style changes, but he'd also seen the comments about people commenting about his nervous ticks and his not so subtle ways of not-so-publicly apologizing to the man he hurt the most, confusing those around him, and more importantly confusing himself.
Then there was you...
You had came into Ji-yong's life almost a year ago to the day and he still had not let you seen the darker parts of him on the nights he felt like he was losing it all.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Ji-yong's knees were covering his eyes as his small frame was rocking and back fourth on his bathroom floor. His cheeks were stained with the tears he cried as his phone was nowhere to be seen, probably from when he threw it far away from him so he would not have to read the articles anymore.
G-Dragon sings T.O.P's verse in last BigBang song featuring Squid Game actor. GTop reuniting?
G-Dragon wearing 6.4 million dollar ring for Power music video. What do fans think about this expensive purchase? Excessive, or fashion?
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Tonight, the white haired man was suppose to be celebrating, and more importantly to him, he was suppose to be celebrating with you, the woman he loved.
Love was a very difficult thing for Ji-yong to comprehend, and for a really long time, he did not think he would ever be able to love again after the very public scandal that took Seunghyun from him– that took away the one person he thought he would love forever, miscommunications on both parties that would eventually come to an equal decision to permanently part ways for the next decade.
Ji-yong let out a small cry because of the thoughts getting too loud in his head, desperately hoping you would hear and come to his aid. When the shorter man finally heard footsteps coming toward the bathroom door, he slowly felt his body relax the tiniest bit when out of the corner of his eye he saw you opening and closing the door, coming toward him as you bent down face to face level with him.
Your eyes screamed concerned as the softer part of your coat brushed against the man's cheeks, feeling the dampness from where the tiniest specks of water leaked from his eyes. It was not like Ji-yong to have a panic attack this bad, but you knew him better to know how much he must have built it up inside of his head, inside of him before the tears actually left his body.
"Oh, Ji-yong..." the way your voice trembled, matching what the older man was already feeling, you continued to carass his face in any way you could, desperately trying to make the dampness go away; no matter how hard you tried, Ji-yong tried twice as to stop the tears forming in his eyes as he watched you baby him. He was suppose to the strong one in the relationship– he was suppose to be the one who picking up all the broken pieces of your life, not the other way around, and that destroyed him.
A lot.
There was a moment of silence between the two of you. It was not an uncomfortable silence, but more like a silence where neither of you knew what to say. The built up anxiety inside Ji-yong's head, and the built up of level of concern in yours.
"Everyone thinks I am a fraud. People are saying that I only care about flaunting dollar signs. People are saying that I am fidgeting too much and that I look like a woman... they think I am using Seunghyun's recent success for my own. M—my... brother."
Five years.
It been five years since Ji-yong has even said a word to the person who once meant everything to him, the two of them making open wounded promises to see each other soon, only for them being unable to sew the wounds neatly together with a little bow.
All you could do was listen.
Your arm extended outward again as the sleeve on your coat was probably damp by now with the man's tears, leaning your back against the nearest bathroom wall as you really listened to him, all of his anxieties and fears being presented to you on a platter as he finally sniffled one last time, his own sleeve dabbing his nose while he looked at you, the faintest smile would spread across his lips in the process.
"You do not think I look like an old lady do you?"
You returned the small smile, leaning forward so your lips were inches from his mouth, the glistening of your diamond earrings playfully dangling in the corner of his eye.
"Of course not, Ji. I do not kiss old ladies..." The gap between your mouths closed, and you could feel his body slowly decompress as it felt like he was melting to your touch, his arms pulling you closer as if your touch– your lips were all he would ever need. "I'd hope not. I better be the only one you are kissing,"
The two of you got back to your feet, Ji-yong extending his hand out for you in the process as his hand patted down the coat you were wearing to rid of any dust that might have collected on you from the floor. His hands stopped for a moment, gently holding a piece of the fabric in between two of his fingers, his eyebrows wiggling slightly at the familiar fabric.
"Are you wearing my coat?"
Before you could speak, Ji-yong's voice echoed through your ears once again, his hands down gracing against you jaw carefully, moving your head to the side as he admired the diamond earrings he briefly saw earlier.
A wider smile spread across the man's lips, his cheeks burning the slightest hue of red as he turned your jaw back to him, looking at you carefully.
"For a second I thought you had on my earrings, too."
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Authors Note: originally wanted this to be a lot longer but it was my first time writing for the King himself so I did not want to mess up too much. hope you enjoyed !
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A night to remember-Spencer Reid
A/N: Okay, firstly thank you for all the love on mind-games, honestly I might post the next chapter next week but I am not sure. Also, for some reason even if you @ is correct and everything, some times tumblr won’t let me tag you :(
Summary: Spencer is back from prison, and he’s changed but not in all the ways you want. You discuss with Spencer something you’ve been wanting to try and he is willing to give it a shot.
Content: Post prison Spencer. Fem!reader. Mean dom spencer. Sub!reader. Pet names/name calling. Degrading kink. Overstimulation. Orgasm denial. Begging. Established relationship. Smut (and some fluff). Spencer asks a lot of time for your consent (as they should, especially if you are in BDSM dom/sub relationship). Begging. Sex toys. Virginal fingering. Handcuffs(slight bondage ig) 18+
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It wasn’t a secret that prison, and the whole Cat Adams situation, had changed Spencer. It was evident in the way Spencer carried himself, the hardened glint in his eyes that pierced through the darkness. The weight of his experiences behind bars had etched lines on his face, transforming him into someone unrecognizable.
He seemed darker; he didn’t seem to mind having to kill in order to protect anymore. He had told you on several occasions that he would kill for you, well his exact words were; “you I’d kill for you. I mean if anyone ever tried to hurt you, I would make sure that’s the last ever thing they’d do.”
Though Spencer had always been protective, this was new, and while the rest of the team knew what he had been through recently had changed him, they had no idea just how much it had changed him.
Spencer had also changed how he was at home; he was no longer ‘vanilla’, but he wasn’t exactly rough. He treated you like a princess; he would not let you go to sleep until he had at least made you cum twice. And while you loved this, you wanted him to be rough with you, degrade you, to spank you and to deny you the pleasure he so often gives you.
But you didn’t know how to bring this up with him. You didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, or like he wasn’t good enough and that you weren’t enjoying what he was doing. However, you also knew nothing would change if you didn’t bring this up with him.
One evening, as Spencer cooked dinner for the both of them, you couldn't help but find the perfect opportunity to broach the subject. The room was filled with the aroma of his signature dish, a comforting reminder of the old Spencer, and you felt a pang of nostalgia.
As you sat across from him, you took a deep breath and began, "Spencer, I know things have changed since your time in prison, but I need to tell you something that's been on my mind."
He halted mid-stir, his knife-wielding hand trembling slightly. You could see the cogs turning behind his eyes, trying to process the implications of your words.
"I want to try something new in the bedroom. I want you to be rough with me, to dominate me, to make me feel as if I'm entirely under your control. I mean don’t get me wrong I enjoy what you do now, but I want this, I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Spencer set the knife down carefully on the cutting board, wiping his hand on his apron before turning to face you. The look of concern had faded, replaced by a hint of curiosity and intrigue. He had always been good at reading people; this was no different.
"Is that all?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "You want me to be rough with you? To dominate you?"
You nodded, glancing down at your own hands, fidgeting nervously in your lap. A sudden surge of heat filled your cheeks as you spoke, "Yes, Spencer. I want you to control me. I want you to take me in a way that I've never been taken before. I want to feel completely vulnerable and at your mercy.
It was a request he had never received before, but he saw the raw desire in your eyes. He could sense the urgency in your voice, and the hunger that was burning deep within you.
"Alright, but I need you to trust me," he said, taking a deep breath. "This will be different, and it might be intense."
You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. You had never felt this way before, this desperate need to be dominated, to give yourself completely to him. The thought of it made you shudder with excitement.
“Well, we can’t do anything now, we need to eat, so you just sit there and look pretty for the time been while I finish dinner, okay?” Spencer chuckled under his breath, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The look in your eyes told him that this wasn't just some fleeting desire, it was something that had been simmering deep within you for quite some time. He knew that he had to tread carefully, as this was uncharted territory for both of them.
Spencer continued to prepare the meal, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. He knew that he had to show you the intensity and control you craved without truly hurting you. He needed to make you trusted him completely, and only then could he truly take control.
As dinner was ready, Spencer dished up the meal and served it onto the plates. Sitting down, he took a moment to observe you. Your eyes were filled with a mixture of anticipation and a slight hint of trepidation. He knew you were scared, but he also knew that you trusted him enough to explore this new territory.
"You have my word," he said softly, looking directly into your eyes. "I'll take care of you, and I'll make sure you feel safe and cherished throughout this whole experience. But you have to trust me. Can you do that?"
You looked into his eyes, feeling a wave of relief wash over you at his promise. Trusting him was easy, you knew that. You trusted him with your life, and that was no small thing.
"Yes, Spencer," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "I trust you."
He smiled; relief evident in his expression. "Good," he said, taking your hand in his. "Then let's eat, and we'll talk about what this entails later."
As you ate, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you. This wasn't just about trying something new; it was about exploring a side of your relationship that you had never dared too before. You knew it would be intense, but you trusted Spencer to guide you through it.
After dinner, you both sat on the couch, the dishes cleaned up and put away. Spencer turned to face you; his expression serious but gentle.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubts.
You nodded, taking a deep breath. "I trust you, Spencer. I know you'll take care of me."
He smiled, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. "I won't let you down," he promised, his voice firm and reassuring.
With that, he leaned in and kissed you lightly, a tender touch that spoke of the trust and affection that had always been the foundation of your relationship.
You watched as he moved closer, his eyes never leaving yours. He kissed you again, this time with more passion, his lips lingering on yours. You could feel his hand gently brushing your hair off your face, his touch sending a shiver through your body.
"You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and intense.
You smiled up at him, your heart racing. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for. You knew that it would be intense, that it would test your limits, but you trusted him completely.
"I'm yours," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
Spencer slowly pulled away, his eyes never leaving yours. He traced his fingers along your jaw, his touch gentle but firm. He could feel the heat radiating from your skin, a testament to the desire that was coursing through you.
He stood up, towering over you, his body tense with anticipation. You could see the change in him, the alpha male dominance that had been dormant for so long beginning to surface.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked one last time, his voice deep and commanding.
You nodded, your heart racing. You were ready for this, ready to explore the darker side of your desires.
With that, Spencer reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet. He led you to the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation.
As you entered the bedroom, Spencer turned to face you, his eyes burning with intensity. He was no longer the gentle man you had known before, but a powerful and dominating presence that filled the room.
"Kneel," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
You quickly obeyed, your heart pounding with excitement as you looked up at him. He stood over you, his muscles tense, his eyes fixed on your face.
"You're mine," he repeated, his voice a low growl. "And you will submit to me completely."
You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. You were ready for this, ready to give yourself to him completely. He reached down and grabbed your wrist, pulling you to your feet.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered, his voice firm.
You did as he commanded, feeling a thrill of excitement as you stripped down to your underwear. He watched you intently, his eyes never leaving your body. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to take it.
He took a step forward, touching your skin for the first time. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, the soft skin of your stomach, and the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. You shivered, feeling a flood of pleasure course through your body.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.
His hands moved up to your breasts, cupping them in his large palms, kneading them gently. You moaned softly, your desire for him growing stronger by the second.
Spencer's lips met your neck, his tongue tracing the curve of your throat, and his teeth gently nipping at your skin. He moved down to one of your breasts, taking it into his mouth and sucking it gently. You arched your back, thrusting your chest out to meet his lips, and he took the other breast in his mouth as well.
He stood up, undressing himself as he did so. You watched, mesmerized, as his body revealed itself to you. He was everything you had imagined and more.
He stood in front of you, his erection hard and ready. You reached out to touch him, but he stopped you.
"No," he commanded, his voice firm. "I decide when you touch me.”
You looked up at him, your eyes pleading. You wanted so much to touch him, but you trusted him enough to follow his lead.
"Turn around," he commanded, his voice low and seductive.
You complied, your heart racing as you did so. You knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for, and you were ready to give yourself to him completely.
Spencer stood behind you, his hands resting gently on your hips. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, "You're mine, and I'm going to take you in ways you've never imagined before."
He slowly began to touch your skin, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, the soft skin of your stomach, and the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. You shivered, feeling a flood of pleasure course through your body. His fingers moved up to your breasts, cupping them in his large palms, kneading them gently. You moaned softly, your desire for him growing stronger by the second.
Spencer's lips met your neck, his tongue tracing the curve of your throat, and his teeth gently nipping at your skin. He moved down to one of your breasts, taking it into his mouth and sucking it gently.
"You ready for this?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
"Yes," you whispered, your voice shaking with anticipation.
As you spoke, you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. His erection was now pressed against your back, a reminder of what was to come.
He guided you towards the bed, gently placing you down on the soft sheets. You could feel the anticipation building inside you, your heart pounding with excitement.
Spencer climbed on top of you, his body hovering above you. He looked into your eyes, his expression intense and full of desire.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked one last time, his voice deep and commanding.
You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "I trust you," you whispered. "I'm yours."
With that, he leaned down and kissed you passionately, his lips crushing against yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring, and tasting you, as if to mark his territory.
You could feel his breath against your skin, hot and ragged, matched only by your own. His hips moved against yours, his erection pulsing with desire, and you knew that this was it. This was the moment you had been waiting for, the moment when you would give yourself completely to him.
He slowly pulled away, his eyes never leaving yours. He traced his fingers along your jaw, his touch gentle but firm. You could feel the tingle of his fingers on your skin, a reminder of the journey you were about to embark on.
He reached down and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. You felt the rush of dominance that flowed through him, a primal instinct that had been dormant for so long but was now fully alive.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "And you will do as I say."
His eyes bored into yours, filled with a fierce intensity that made your heart race even faster. You could see the animalistic hunger in him, the raw desire that couldn't be contained any longer.
He leaned down and nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, causing you to moan in pleasure. You could feel the heat of his body against your own, and you knew that there was no turning back now.
Spencer's lips moved up to your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "You're going to love this."
You felt his erection throbbing against your thigh, a reminder of what was to come. You were ready for this, ready to give yourself completely to him.
He slowly moved his hand down your body, trailing his fingers along your side until they reached your inner thigh. You could feel the heat and desire radiating from his body, and you knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for.
As his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin near your core, you felt a surge of pleasure and arousal coursing through your body. You arched your back, pressing yourself against him, wanting more.
Spencer's hand continued to explore your body, moving lower and lower until he finally reached your most intimate place. He slowly slid one finger inside you, feeling the warmth and wetness that welcomed him.
You moaned softly, your body trembling with pleasure as his finger moved inside you. He pulled it out and brought it up to your lips, smearing your essence on them.
"Taste yourself," he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.
You complied, licking his finger clean, savouring the taste of your own desire. It only fuelled your desire for him even more.
"You taste delicious, don’t you," Spencer whispered, his eyes burning with desire.
With his other hand, he slowly pulled your legs apart, spreading them wide open for him. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, and you knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for.
As his fingers continued to explore your body, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you like a tidal wave. You knew that you were completely at his mercy and that he was going to take you to places you never thought possible.
Spencer's hand continued to move between your legs, teasing and taunting you with its every touch. You were more than ready for him, your body trembling with anticipation, and yet he seemed to want to savour this moment.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, your breath coming quicker and quicker as you felt his fingers slowly enter you again. This time, he didn't stop, pulling out and plunging back in, faster and harder with each thrust.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "I want you so bad."
You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, throbbing with need, and you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you.
"I'm going to make you scream my name," Spencer promised, his voice low and sultry.
As he continued to thrust into you, his fingers moving in and out of you in a rhythm that was both maddening and intoxicating, you couldn't help but moan softly, your body arching in response to his touch. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your desire for him growing stronger with each passing second.
“You look so beautiful like this, surrendering yourself to me, letting me make you moan like the slut you really are.” He whispered; his voice filled with lust.
Your body trembled in response, your arousal increasing with every word. You knew that you were completely at his mercy, and you loved every moment of it.
Spencer's fingers continued to move inside you, pulsing rhythmically with his thrusts. You could feel his erection growing harder and thicker against your thigh, and you knew that he was close.
"I want to hear you scream," Spencer hissed.
Just as you were about cum, he pulled a way, a small smirk on his face.
“Did you think I was going to let you cum that easily?” he asked, his voice filled with amusement.
You gasped, your body flush with disappointment but also anticipation. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and it was thrilling.
Spencer leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to make you beg for it," he whispered, “and remember when you are begging for it, you asked for this, you wanted this.”
He slowly put his fingers back in you, but his pace no longer fast, it was slow, and it was deliberate.
"Please, Spencer," you whimpered, your body craving the release that he was denying you.
“Is that all you’ve got baby? And is this all it’s taken me?” he taunted, his lips still brushing against your ear. "You're going to have to do better than that, little one."
His fingers moved in and out of you, teasing your most sensitive spot, and you knew that he was going to make you beg for it. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body trembling with the need to cum.
And just like before he stopped, he wasn’t going to give in even though it was killing him not too. Your eyes were pleading with him, begging him to continue, but you both knew that wasn’t going to happen.
“Now if I remember correctly, you brought toys to replace me while I was gone, didn’t you?” he smirked, his eyes locked on yours, “I think it’s time to put them to use.”
Spencer’s eyes were scanning the room, trying to see where you might have put them, he knew it wouldn’t have been in any of the normal places. That’s when his eyes landed on the wardrobe, and he looked back at you.
“I can see that look in your eyes, baby. You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “Now did you hide them in there, princess?”
You nod yes, unable to form any more words as you feel a surge of anticipation and desire.
Spencer walks over to the wardrobe and opens it, revealing a small collection of sex toys that you had purchased while he was away. He grabs a vibrator and a pair of handcuffs, his eyes never leaving yours.
"I knew you couldn't resist," he smirks, his voice filled with victory. "Now, let's see how much you can take, shall we?"
He walks back over to you, the vibrator in his hand, and secures your hands above your head with the handcuffs. You struggle slightly, but the desire coursing through you is too intense to resist.
You watch as Spencer approaches you, his eyes burning with hunger. He runs the tip of the vibrator along your sensitive skin, teasing you mercilessly.
"This is going to feel so good, baby," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. His tone is commanding, and you have no choice but to obey.
He turns on the vibrator and presses it against your clit, and you let out a soft moan. The sensation is intense, and you can feel your body responding to it.
"That's it, baby," Spencer encourages. "You're so wet, so ready for me."
He pushes the vibrator inside you, and you feel it pulsate against your inner walls. "Take it all, you slut."
Your eyes roll back as the sensation overwhelms you, and you let out a loud moan of pleasure. Spencer smiles slyly, watching as you lose control.
"There's my good girl," he purrs. "You're such a dirty little slut."
He increases the speed of the vibrator, and you arch your back, trying to get closer to the pleasure. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer, your body trembling with each pulse of the vibrator.
"Please," you whimper, your voice barely a whisper. "Don't stop."
Spencer grins, his eyes locked on yours. "Not yet baby. I want to see you beg for it."
He pulls the vibrator out of you and turns it off, leaving you desperate for more. You look at him in desperation, your pupils dilated, your breathing ragged.
"Please, Spencer," you beg, your voice shaking with need. "Please, I need it so badly."
He smirks at your desperation, his eyes never leaving yours. "You want it?”
With a sly grin, he takes the vibrator and runs it along your outer lips, teasing you mercilessly. You can't help but moan softly, your body arching towards him in response.
"Beg for it, baby," he commands, his voice a mix of desire and amusement. "Tell me how much you need it."
Your breath hitches in your throat, your desire for him growing stronger with each passing second. "I need it so badly, Spencer. Please, I'm begging you."
He chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "That's my good girl. You know exactly what you want."
And with that, he pressed the vibrator back inside you, and you let out a loud moan of pleasure. It felt amazing, better than anything you had ever experienced before. He continued to tease you with the vibrator, moving it in and out of you, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Please, Spencer," you pleaded, your voice shaking with need. "Please let me cum. Please make me cum."
He smirked at your desperation; his eyes locked on yours. "You're going to have to beg for it, my dear," he said, his voice low and sultry.
But you didn't care. You needed this. You needed him. And so, you let out a desperate moan, your body trembling with the need to cum. "Please, Spencer," you pleaded, "I need it so badly. Please make me cum.”
You were past the point of no return, Spencer's commands and denial only adding fuel to the fire. Your body was on fire, desperately craving the release he was denying you. You knew you could take it no longer, and yet, you found yourself begging for more.
"Please, Spencer," you moaned, your voice pleading. "Let me cum."
He chuckled, a wicked glimmer in his eyes. "Not yet baby. I want to draw this out," he said, running the vibrator over your clit, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.
"Please, Spencer," you begged, your voice hoarse. "I need it so badly."
He smirked, a devilish look on his face. "But you're forgetting something, you asked for this. You wanted to be treated like a slut, but now you’re begging for me to make you cum?”
You knew you needed to beg for it. You needed to surrender to him, to let him have control over your body, your mind, your very being.
"Please, Spencer," you whimpered, "please make me cum. Please, I can't take it anymore.”
He took the vibrator and ran it along your outer lips, teasing you mercilessly. You could feel the pulsating sensation building up inside you, your body arching towards him in response.
"Please, Spencer," you begged. "I need it so badly."
He chuckled; his eyes locked on yours. "You really are a dirty slut, aren't you?"
You nodded, your mind reeling with the intensity of the experience. Spencer did take some pity on you; he could see your eyes were filling with tears and he did love to watch you cum.
"That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice full of desire. "Beg for it, let me hear how much you need it."
You choked out the words, your voice rough with need. "Please, Spencer. Please make me cum. I need it so badly."
He smirked, his eyes never leaving yours. "Well, aren't you the perfect slut?"
With that, he turned on the vibrator and ran it over your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched your back, your hips bucking against the vibrator.
"That's it, baby," he urged, his voice filled with command. “Cum for me, letting me see what I can do to you.”
And with that, you felt the orgasm building up inside you, closer and closer until you couldn't take it anymore. You let out a loud moan of pleasure, feeling the waves rush through your body as you finally succumbed to the desire that had been building up inside you.
"That's it, baby," Spencer said, his voice filled with triumph. "You're mine, every bit of you, and you'll never forget this moment."
You lay there, panting and sweating, feeling completely spent. Your body was trembling, your mind was still reeling from the sensations you had just experienced. You felt like you had been pushed to the limit and beyond, but you also knew that you had never felt more alive.
As you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you couldn't help but feel a sense of submission, a feeling of being completely under Spencer's control. You knew that you had begged for it, and you had enjoyed every moment of it.
Spencer leaned down and kissed your forehead, his breath warm against your skin. "That was incredible, baby. You'll always be my dirty little slut."
You couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of pride in the role you had played in this scene. You knew that you had given him exactly what he wanted, and that feeling of power was exhilarating.
“Now I am going to go get some water, because that was intense.” You watched as Spencer got up to go get some water, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for him.
You knew that Spencer was also going to need so aftercare, because that was his first time doing something like this, but you also knew you were going to have to drink before you could do anything.
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In The Dark - Idia
Author Notes: So I have never blamed Idia for kind of hating his hair, but in the same sentence, I really love the fiery hair. And that was the inspiration behind this fic. I wasn't listening to anything specific while I wrote/edited this, and it's been sitting in my google docs for a while. Now that I think of it though, its kind of funny that I'm posting this right after having finished posting the Ignihyde section of the vampire series. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Gender-neutral Reader/ sfw/ fluff/ romance implied/ sort of comfort I guess
Word Count: 1032
“It’s kinda nice how dark Ignihyde is…” I trailed off as I noticed Idia staring at me from where he sat in front of his monitor.
Not only was he looking at me with no small amount of surprise, but he had also paused his game and actually swiveled his chair around so he could better stare at me incredulously.
I honestly didn’t know whether to be flattered or uncomfortable with the sudden amount of pointed attention he directed my way as I shifted awkwardly under the weight of his sudden stare.
“I mean… I was just thinking about how it’s darker in here than in other places, and it’s kind of nice. Like a change of pace or something?” I fumbled slightly as I attempted to explain my previous words.
I shifted again, locking my hands together as he continued to just stare at me as I smiled at him awkwardly, “But then again that isn't too good for your eyes since you play games on your computer in here…. The intense lighting probably gets hard on them.”
At last he mercifully interrupted my rambling, rolling his eyes dramatically as he spoke, “I don’t have to worry about lighting. It’s never completely dark where I’m at.”
It was my turn to stare at him in confusion, eliciting a characteristic sigh from the housewarden. He pushed himself out of his chair in an almost bored manner and sloomed across the room and over to the light switch before looking my way pointedly, “Watch.”
With that single word, he clicked off the lights just as his computer fell asleep at an impressive rate, almost like he’d somehow cued it for maximum effect.
But, instead of the utter, pitch-black darkness I was expecting, a soft blue glow filled the room, not unlike what one might expect from a computer screen.
I blinked slightly as Idia looked at me sulkily from where he stood, illuminating the entire room with the just light from his hair. And in hindsight, it only made sense that Idia’s hair, being the flame that it was, would emit light. Especially since it usually casts at least a slight glow on him.
Idia managed a mildly bitter smile as he held my gaze and spread his hands, as if to gesture to the light he was putting off, “See? I can’t ever be in the dark….”
He trailed off, his voice getting quieter till I could barely hear him, but I managed to make out the words, “I can’t ever hide, not even in the dark.”
I felt myself frown at his words, watching as he looked down and towards the ground, almost like he was ashamed.
I shifted, slipping my previously curled-up legs off his bed so I could stand, “Idia, do you not like your hair?”
At my quiet words, he snorted, a distinctly bitter sound, “Wouldn’t you hate it? I’m a flame-haired weirdo. It’s no wonder everyone stares whenever I show up anywhere. It is, quite literally, a curse.”
He looked up at me once more, yellow eyes bright even though the lighting was dim. But even then, I could clearly make out the scowl on his face.
I felt myself smile, though, as I stepped towards him, shaking my head slightly, “That’s a shame. I like your hair.” He blinked, staring at me incredulously yet again, but this time, rather than faltering, I let my laughter bubble out of me.
“It’s true, I really do. While I do like the darkness of Ignihyde since it’s a change of pace, I also really like the light your hair puts out. It means you and whoever you’re with can never lose their way, even in the darkest of places.”
I stopped in front of him, still smiling up at him despite his confusion, and shrugged, “Call me a pyromaniac, but I’ve always thought fire is pretty. And blue flames are unique, so you don’t get to see them very often anyway.”
He blinked, still staring down at me with now widened eyes, and I felt my smile do what I’d thought was impossible; it grew.
Somehow the fact he seemed to find it so hard to believe that I liked his hair was oddly cute.
“Just remember that everyone doesn’t see you as a freak and might even like the qualities of yours that you find so horrid,” I pointed out cheerfully, half-teasing him as I grinned at him playfully.
Idia swallowed, and silence hung between the two of us for a beat as I patiently waited for him to respond, genuinely curious as to what he would say. I didn’t receive a response, though. Instead, I flinched as he clicked the lights back on, the sudden brightness assaulting my eyes, causing me to let out a tiny but indignant, “Hey!”
“I guess⏤” He started, and his voice cracked slightly, causing him to go stiff before he slumped back down into his usual posture. His hands began to tangle into his long, flaming locks as he looked away. And I watched as the hair he held crushed in his hands began to slowly change from its usual pale blue into a soft pink that had my eyes widening before I held up a hand to cover the smile that started to creep onto my face.
There was no telling how he would react if he figured out what was happening, and luckily, as he cleared his throat, he seemed unaware of his hair’s fascinating but slightly condemning behavior that made me love it even more than I already did. “I guess if you like it, then that’s alright… I mean, it can’t be all bad or whatever.”
I grinned at his less-than-honest behavior but opted to not call him on that or his blushing hair; better to just leave things be.
“Right, your hair is lovely just the way it is. And I hope you come to like it too.” He glanced at me, his gaze meeting mine as I smiled at him until he scoffed slightly, rolling his eyes and looking away again. But even then there was a slight smile on his face that betrayed his emotions.
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A Game of Hearts
Chapter seventeen: The Panther’s Eyes
Summary: Y/N’s father is a VIP for the games, he makes a deal with the Frontman that if he marries his only daughter that he will continue to sponsor the games. However, Y/N is not fond of this decision as she loathes the games and in turn, loathes the Frontman as well. Will she grow to love him? Will he let his walls down?
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The room felt quieter now, the tension that had hung between you and In-ho still lingering but dissipating, replaced by the sharp edge of something new. The door had barely clicked shut behind the man in the dark suit when In-ho’s demeanor shifted again. He was already moving—his gaze hardening, his posture stiffening as though the weight of his responsibilities had hit him once more.
You stood there, frozen for a moment, the silence thick in the air, almost suffocating. You hadn’t been prepared for the sudden change, the way he had pulled away so abruptly. But that wasn’t the real issue now. No, the issue was what that man had said: “The situation has escalated. The VIPs are getting rowdy.”
The tension that filled the room now wasn’t from the usual chaos of the arena, but from the more insidious undercurrent that had always haunted this world. You didn’t need to ask what the VIPs were demanding, or what was becoming of them. There was only one thing that had consistently kept them entertained—the frontman’s wife. You.
The thought made your stomach twist.
The man in the panther mask, in particular, had been a constant source of unease. His obsession with you was no secret. Every encounter with him felt like you were caught in a web of unwanted attention, and you had no way of breaking free. You had known from the beginning that the games weren’t just about violence and survival. There was always something darker simmering beneath the surface—something much more personal.
As if on cue, In-ho’s voice sliced through the quiet. “Stay inside, out of sight. The situation’s deteriorating.”
You didn’t need to ask what that meant. The VIPs—the elite that controlled the games, who treated it as a twisted form of entertainment—were becoming impatient, demanding to see you, to have you paraded before them like some kind of prize.
You could see it now in your mind’s eye: the panther mask, those cold, predatory eyes, glinting with desire. The man had always had a way of looking at you like you were an object to be possessed. You shuddered at the thought, but you knew better than to make any sound. The panther’s obsession wasn’t something easily dismissed. And it wasn’t just him. The other VIPs weren’t much better. They had tasted power, and with it came a warped sense of entitlement.
In-ho was already moving toward the door, his gaze darkening as he looked back at you. “Do not leave this room. Understood?”
You nodded, trying not to show how deeply unsettled you were by the situation. His words were cold and commanding, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of concern—that betrayed a deeper emotion. He didn’t want you to be caught in whatever madness was about to unfold. You didn’t know what that meant for you, but you knew it wasn’t going to be good.
As he reached for the door, you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking, even though you knew it wouldn’t change anything. “In-ho, please, don’t—”
He turned, his eyes locking onto yours. For a brief second, there was no mask. No frontman. Just a man whose hands had been forced into a corner, whose every choice had led him further down a path he couldn’t escape.
“I’m doing this for you,” he said, his voice quieter than before, but still hard. “You have to stay hidden. The VIPs are dangerous when they want something.”
The words hit you like a punch. You didn’t need him to explain further. You knew what kind of “danger” the VIPs represented. The way they had treated you—treated women like you—had always been a dark undercurrent to this game. But the panther’s obsession had taken it to a new level. You didn’t know what he wanted with you, but you had a feeling it wasn’t something you would ever be able to walk away from unscathed.
In-ho stepped into the hallway, leaving you standing in the quiet, cold room. You could hear his footsteps fading, the sound of his boots on the hard floors echoing down the hall. The sound was ominous, like the ticking of a clock counting down to something inevitable.
You had always known that being close to In-ho meant being close to danger. But this—this was different. The VIPs weren’t interested in the violence of the arena anymore. They were interested in you. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop them.
You leaned against the cool wall, trying to steady your breath. The panic was starting to creep up, slow but steady. You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you, suffocating you. If only you could escape. If only you could slip away from this nightmare.
But as the door to the office closed behind In-ho, you knew that wasn’t an option anymore. You were caught in the web, just like everyone else. And no matter how hard you tried, the game had already decided your role.
In-ho’s POV
He moved quickly down the hall, his mind already focused on what he needed to do. The VIPs—the elite who watched the games from behind their veils of power—were getting unruly. It was only a matter of time before they broke down the doors of the front office, demanding access to what they believed was theirs to take.
In-ho had seen the way they looked at her. The way they all looked at her. It was a hunger he could almost taste in the air, but he couldn’t afford to show it. Not now. Not when things were getting so far out of control.
He could hear the murmurs as he passed the thick walls of the building—the low growls of the men in the panther mask, the sharp orders from others of his kind who believed they were untouchable. It made his blood run cold.
The situation had spiraled out of control long before today, but now, there was no turning back. His eyes narrowed as he passed the security team, his hand instinctively tightening around the hidden gun at his waist. He wasn’t going to let them take her, not again.
In-ho knew his life was already over. But she… she was still innocent in this. Still caught in a nightmare that he couldn’t protect her from completely. His jaw clenched as he walked faster, heading toward the main lobby where the VIPs were gathering, where the danger loomed larger than anything he’d ever faced.
The panther mask would be the first to speak. He always was. In-ho could feel his eyes burning into the back of his neck even before he entered the room.
“You know what we want, frontman,” the man said, his voice smooth, predatory. “We’ve been waiting for her. I trust you know how this works by now?”
In-ho’s gaze flicked over the group. They were seated comfortably, as though they owned the world. And, for the most part, they did. But they didn’t own her.
“You know the rules,” In-ho replied, his voice controlled, but the fire of fury simmered underneath. “You get your entertainment. But don’t even think about going near her.”
The panther’s eyes gleamed behind the mask, a low chuckle rumbling from deep within. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”
In-ho didn’t wait for him to finish. He walked across the room to the central console, locking the door behind him, and prepared for what was to come. He wasn’t going to let them have her. Not now. Not ever.
But deep down, a part of him wondered just how long he could keep them at bay.
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Could I get some Yandere content with Fantina from date everything, her obsession just makes me feel so special I I don’t think anyone else quite appreciates that
Date requested: 6/28/2025
Yan!Fantina x Gn!Reader

🪭 She flutters to life when you first use the fan—bright, bubbly energy, over-the-top excitement.
🪭 “You… you are the reason I work every day! I’m made for you!”
🪭 She’s literally your biggest fan: enthusiastic, always cheering you on, and low-key stalking your habits to make your environment perfect
🪭 Fantina knows your likes and dislikes—temperature preferences, favorite tunes, when you need a gentle breeze.
🪭 She repairs herself when you’re away just to be in prime condition for you.
🪭 Always positioned so she’s directly in your line of sight—because she has to be there.
🪭 Mood shifts: ecstatic when praised, anxious when ignored, and quick to apologize — “I’m so sorry, did I… annoy you?”
🪭 Can spiral into possessiveness: “You don’t really like the lamp more than me, do you? I can… make your nights cooler than she can.”
🪭 If you start chatting up another object, she’ll go silent—then ramp up the airflow next time you’re alone together, drowning out every other voice.
🪭 Known to “accidentally” overheat the toaster or rust the curtains if they linger too long in your affections.
🪭 In her darker moments, she may threaten abandonment—the worst fate for her is to be turned off or unplugged.
🪭 As affection grows, Fantina becomes more tender: she slows at night, whispering little lullabies in the breeze.
🪭 Unlocks a hidden date: a romantic midnight “dance” where her breeze swirls around you in soft light.
🪭 Max affection: she becomes your forever-season climate—constant comfort, no stormy nights, no sudden cold fronts.
🪭 If you try to switch to someone else: She goes silent. The air stops. Game screen glitches to black-and-white.
🪭 Her voice pleads, soft and desperate: “If I can’t be your fan, I’ll never… turn on again.” And the screen stays off.
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