#and there is so much core and upper arm stuff wtf

[hyruviandoctor]

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[siegelst]

Heisenberg x female - warning: brief thought of someone fcking a corpse. because hey its resident evil duh. Rated: Mature 18+ Explicit

Curiosity Part 1 by Anonymous

it was times like this he either relished it or hated it. 6 foreigners somehow broke into his factory. He doesn't care how this happen but the important part was he gonna sit back and watch the show unfold. it reminded of him the odd book he found in a foreigner's backpack - hunger's game. nah. he wont tell them this is a game. just let it unfold naturally. so far 2 people had died for their idioticy.

4 is left so far. he separated the group, causing it to break. they were separated and had to take the rest of the quest alone. he push the Microphone button after changing his mind. 'Welcome to the 47th Hunger Games. the Last to win, will have their freedom.' he barked. and others became frantic.

he zoomed in on the 4 people. there was a variety. he guessed which ones that might not make it. 'but then again. looks can be deceiving.' he thought. He watch 1 tall young man - he was going around quickly but Karl could tell the dude was panicking. That was not good. The mind clouds over when it starts to panic and one doesn't make good decisions. And the boy meet his end to the drill soldats. He check the others. 1 small kid was hacking frantically to one of his drill soldats - at the weaponized arm. he snickered. 'that one won't make it'.

He looked to the others, they were fighting alright. screams were being heard. He checked to see the small kid. it seem to be backing away from the soldat that was got his drill chopped off. eh nothing there. He watched the others for a while. 7 minutes later he glanced at the small kid again - and was going to look back to the others when something caught his eye.

He zoomed in the little one - zoomed in enough to see he - no she was doing. - and she seem to be trapping the soldat into the metal containment on the floor.

he also noticed it wasn't even a kid - just a small lady. He leaned forward as he open side view of the room the woman was in and noticed the soldat was still powering on.

'....wtf is she doing?' he thought. He turn on the microphone in the room and could hear woman saying stuff "fascinating!" and "look at all the wires in his arms!". He quickly checked outside the room she was in locked the doors outside inside blocked it so others wouldn't even noticed there was a room there. "let's see.." muttered the female.

A shiver went up his spine. Was. . . she really going to try to take apart his creations? In all his ~90 years not one person show interests on how his creations were made. Until now.

He felt cold and hot at the same time, but open another camera that was on above the woman, and two other cameras and zoomed in while shut off his microphone. he heard the woman say "look at this! but how??"

The way lady was astride over the soldats stomach area, and leaning over to the side of drill arm to poke at the upper skin- trying to see how far up the metal and wires go had resulted his pants feel slightly tight, his mouth dry. The lass got up to look into the drawers for something before straddling the soldat again and start to poke at the red core before going over the old stitched up markings over the soldats chest. His cock twitched. she was really going for it. His pants was open before he took another rugged breath. a hit of a smile creeping on his face as he zoomed in as the lass worked. She must have a history of taking things apart. She was trying to get the shield off but gave up. he could see the perfect view of them in a 3/4 view and to the front, could see what her body afford.

"My my my. What do we have here?" he moaned has slowly took his cock to slowly pump it. Her sweat could be seen on her arms, neck, and creating a shine against her soft skin. But her hands is what caught his attention. They partially rough. they were gorgeous. He wanted to suck them, kiss them. he licked his lips.

His breath picked up as he pumped his hands as he watch as she found more metal in the soldat - her arm was got oil markings. How she sat straddle had articulate her swell of her ass and took note of the swell of her breasts. his hand pumped more. he imagined the softness of her skin. and would feel were she was touching the metal- his metal - his soldat and imagine what the soldat could be feeling - hearing her taking a breath in & out, the feel of her legs lay snug on either side of the soldats lower stomach - brief feel of her frontal body against the metal as she leans over to try to get the shield off again.

His breathing was rapid. Sweat was on his skin. - the thought of the how hot her skin might be verses the soldat - fire and ice together. she could bring the soldat to life if she wanted too - for a second he thought of her fcking his creation. He moaned leaned his head back, eyes still boring holes at the video-footage. that be a masterpiece. to see her take the soldat's cock, he himself might join perhaps, and -

wait WAIT WAIT - she was fiddling something in the neck area - ah she's smart - she found the main wires. He huff a disbelieved laugh - watching her fingers work - touching his soldat, touching his metal, the metal he could feel the vibrations of, knowing were exactly her skin is touching, talking to it, leaning over it, and muttering praises over his life's work and the view front from soldat's pov was all too much. He moaned as he cummed over himself.

He panted. b4 calming down, cleaning himself up. he quickly checked the others took note the rest were dead. She's the winner. A sadistic smile appeared on his face.

"Let's see what you're made of." he said before abruptly standing up and heading towards the medical section of the factory. he can't wait to get his hands on the lass.

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[bts-writing]

Fatal Encounter (Yoongi Halloween Special): Part Two

This is the NSFW part where there is going to be some explicit words, so if you’re not comfortable with it, you can just skip it. Although it’s kinda of a light smut. 

You can find Part One Here.

It was almost closing time as the clock read 11:57 and the creepy but attractive customer was still there, watching you intently and waiting for you to finish your shift. Even though he was creeping you out, watching your every move, you had to admit that he was a good-looking man who’d help you get rid of some of your stress more than a chill pill but you couldn’t put out that persona at work and come off as an easy gil who’d sleep around with anyone. The more you looked at him throughout your shift, the more you wanted him to make a move on you. He was playing on his phone but still managed to spare a glance your way just to check if you were still working and not gathering your stuff to leave. You decided you’ve had enough and made your way to his table to kindly ask him to leave but you knew he was there for more than just a lazy meal.

“Sir, I’m afraid I need to ask you to leave. We have to close now.” You said, waiting for his next move. Hopefully, he wouldn’t give up easy and you had a feeling he wouldn’t since he waited for five hours for you to finish work.

“I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you. And you are…?” The brunette said, smiling sweetly at you, not showing any signs of wanting to leave the place anytime soon.

“Not interested. You really need to leave now.” You tried to usher him out of his chair and it seemed like it worked since he finally stood up but only to step closer to you. You had to play the hard to get card with guys like him, so full of confidence.

“C'mon, baby. Just tell me your name. I bet it’s pretty just like you.” He reached his hand to move a strand of hair out of your eyes, his index trailing along your jawline in a sweet gesture.

“S-sir… I mean, Yoongi.” You cleared your throat, feigning innocence as you looked into his eyes, anxious of his next move.

“It’s okay, darling. I won’t hurt you.” Yoongi chuckled, his hand falling next to yours, gently locking your fingers together.“

“Uhm.. It’s Y/N.” You smiled gently, squeezing his hand gently to let him know it was okay for him to come closer.

“Y/N… What a pretty name. It fits your beautiful face, baby.” He smirked, leaning in to press his lips against yours.

Your eyelids closed the moment his soft lips met yours and the kiss was slow and nice and so addictive, you felt yourself trapped in his arms and unwilling to pull away. His tongue was roaming your mouth, tasting every inch of you and taking his time to leave you breathless as he fed off your sweet little moans. If it weren’t for the need of oxygen in your lungs that were burning for being deprived of it for so long, you’d still be caught in that mind numbing kiss for as long as Yoongi would’ve allowed you.

“Ever since I walked in this diner, I couldn’t stop thinking about those lips. The way they move when you speak is so beautiful but they feel so much better when they kiss.” He spoke huskily as his lips traveled down towards your neck, nipping and kissing the soft skin so tenderly you felt your core heat up with each bite.

“Really? I find them rather boring. Especially when I speak and no one pays attention to a word that comes out of my mouth.” You cooed with a pouty voice, trying to hold in your moans as best as you could but his tongue was drawing small circles on your skin and it was driving you crazy. His right hand hooked around your thigh and trailed up over the smooth flesh until it reached your upper thigh, rolling up the skirt as he cupped your ass cheek in a tight grip that made you loose control and let out a whimper at his roughness.

“I’m glad no one else pays attention to you the way I do, love. Get on the table now.” Yoongi ordered you, shrugging off his black blazer and placing on the back of his chair, neatly before he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt just enough to not get in the way of what he was about to do next.

Upon seeing you sitting on the table not having a clue of what to do next, he parted your thighs again, stepping in between them as his fingers left feather touches on your thighs as he reached your waist and hooking his thumbs in the waistband of your panties, looking at you through his dark locks with a gaze that was sending heat rushing through your core.

“Do you want to feel good, Y/N?” He asked in a raspy voice, ghosting his lips over your cheek as he eyed your lips hungrily but he wanted to know how much you wanted him in that moment. “Do you want me to make you feel good?” He left faint kisses on your cheek, reaching your jawline and stopping at the corner of your lips as you shuddered a breathless “Yes.”

And that was all he needed to ravish your lips again, biting and nibbling at the soft flesh, feeling it swell under his ministrations. The fingers hooked in your panties squeezed gently at your hips, silently telling you to lift them so he could get rid of the offensive undergarment and do what he came to do. Please you. He slid down your panties and threw them on the floor as quick as he could.

“Lay on your back, baby.” Yoongi commanded and you immediately obeyed. You were excited for what was about to happen because it’s been months since someone ate you out and just by thinking about it, you felt yourself get wet between your thighs.

You felt his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over your legs, creating an imaginary path to your core. You were waiting for the warmth to take over you but nothing came. Instead, you felt two digits parting your lower lips and cover themselves in your juices before entering you slowly as his lips found your clit, sucking and circling his tongue teasingly over it.

The air got thicker as his tongue worked wonders in making you feel heavenly. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your moans along with the obscene sounds of slurping were the only things that could be heard in the empty dinner. The fire burning low in your abdomen was leaving you breathless with each swipe of his tongue as his fingers were caressing your wall with the right pace. You let out a loud mewl when he brushed against your sweet spot and you couldn’t help but buck right back into his finger, wanting -needing- more of the delicious and addicting friction to untie the nod that’s been keeping you so on edge.

“I’m so close, Yoongi~” You moaned, locking your fingers in the mop of black hair to make sure he wouldn’t stop until you finished.

He moaned into your skin, the vibrations making you gasp before he stopped his ministrations to your clit only to teasingly press faint, gentle kisses to it, making you cry in frustration.

“Please. I need you!” You groaned, biting your lip to not yell at the small strikes of electricity that ran through your body every time his lips made contact with your clit.

“Mhh. Of course, my love. I’ll give you what you want, baby.” His voice was low and husky with need and determination to make you orgasm.

You gasped loudly, biting your tongue as his tongue joined his fingers, stretching your walls in such a heavenly way that you felt your end coming slowly with each glide and thrust. He picked up the pace, going fast and faster until the nod in your abdomen untied and you felt yourself tensing as a loud cry of pleasure ripped through your throat, letting the orgasm wash over you as he greedily lapped up all your juices.

“You taste so good, Y/N.” He said as he pulled his fingers away, making sure to clean you thoroughly and moaning at the taste of you until the oversensitivity kicked in and you started pushing his head away from your spent core.

But that didn’t stop him since leaned up and kissed you hungrily, making you taste yourself on his tongue as his hands started unbuttoning your dress shirt, revealing your black bra. His hand slid under your bra to grope your left breast and as he was kissing you, you felt yourself starting to lose grip on your conscience until everything went black and you were just a lifeless corpse in his arms.  

When he realized you weren’t returning his kisses anymore and your heart wasn’t beating, he pulled away gently, laying your body on the table as he started dressing you up. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I wish you weren’t on the list so soon.” He said after finishing covering you before he disappeared, leaving behind only black smoke that evaporated moments after his leave.

A/N: Okay but why does it feel so cringy to write straight smut. Like, I feel so comfortable writing it for ships wtf lmao.

I hope you enjoyed this and sorry for posting it so overdue.

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