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achillesvslz · 2 months ago

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You're mine now

Pairing: Maskless mark x Male Reader

Synopsis: He's obsessed with you.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, kidnapping, obsession, blood, non-consensual kissing, threats of violence, emotional manipulation, blood licking

You don’t know what woke you. Maybe it was the whisper of the wind outside, or the groaning pipes in the wall. But when your eyes blinked open, heart already beating a little too fast, you were hit with the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. Off. Too quiet.

Then—boom.

The front door exploded off its hinges like it had been punched by a truck. Wood splinters shot across the room like shrapnel, and you barely had time to scramble off the couch before a shadow was already in your doorway, a shape standing in the settling dust.

Blood. That was the first thing you saw. Blood all over his hands, smeared along his jaw, drying in thick flakes on the fabric clinging to his body.

And then the face.

Your heart stopped.

It was Mark. It looked like Mark. But not your Mark. Not the one who smiled awkwardly when you caught him staring. Not the one who helped you carry groceries once or stopped a falling beam during a city collapse. Not the Mark who flushed red when you brushed his fingers and called it an accident.

No. This Mark was raw, unmasked, and wrong.

His eyes found you and widened—like you were the answer to every prayer he’d been screaming into the void. He stepped forward slowly, like if he moved too fast you might vanish. His lips trembled. There were scratches on his neck. His knuckles were busted. He looked like he’d torn his way through hell.

"You…" he whispered. His voice cracked on the word. "You're alive."

You took a step back instinctively. “Mark…?”

“I thought—” He broke off, chest heaving. “He killed you. My dad. You were just trying to protect me, and he—he didn’t even hesitate. I held you. You were so cold.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know what you're talking about—”

But then he lunged.

You screamed and ducked, but he was faster—hands catching you around the waist, dragging you against him in a crushing hug. His arms were trembling, but strong. Too strong. Blood smeared from his fingers to your shirt, soaking into the fabric. You squirmed, struggling to shove him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

“I buried you,” he whispered into your neck. “I dug a grave myself. I kissed your forehead before I covered your face. I told myself I’d never love anyone again. I meant it. I meant it—until I found you again. Here. Whole. Breathing.”

You tried to twist away, but his fingers gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him. There was something feral behind his eyes. Unblinking. Hungry. He wasn’t seeing you—he was seeing the ghost of you. The version he lost.

“You're not going to die again,” he said. “Not this time. Not ever.”

“Mark, you’re scaring me,” you breathed. “Let go—”

He kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, unhinged, wet and violent. His mouth crashed against yours like he was trying to breathe you in, like if he kissed hard enough, he’d convince himself this was real. Blood from his lip smeared onto yours, the metallic taste sending bile up your throat. You shoved at him with both hands, twisting your head, but he just followed you, licking into the corner of your mouth.

You slapped him.

Hard.

His head jerked sideways. For a heartbeat, he went completely still.

Then he started to laugh.

It was small, breathless. Almost a sob. “You still have that spark. I missed that. I missed everything. The way you talk back. The way you try to be brave. I used to think about it every night—what I’d give to feel you one more time.”

His thumb swept under your eye. He didn’t seem to realize his hands were still slick with blood.

A thick, red streak dragged across your cheek.

He froze.

His eyes locked on it—then, slowly, almost reverently, he leaned forward and licked it off.

You whimpered. You couldn’t help it. It was hot and wet and wrong. His tongue dragged along your skin like he was savoring it, breathing you in through his nose, eyes fluttering shut.

“You taste just like before,” he whispered.

Your legs buckled. “Please,” you said. “Please stop this—whatever this is. You’re not him.”

He shook his head. “No. He’s not me. He let you slip through his fingers. He still has you and he doesn’t even know what you’re worth. I had you once. I lost you. I’m not making that mistake again.”

You lashed out. Your elbow connected with his gut—not that it did much. He grunted, more surprised than hurt, but your struggle only made him hold tighter. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your chest as you squirmed, his breath hot and erratic against your ear.

“I killed to get here,” he whispered. “Do you know how many versions of me tried to stop me? How many people stood in my way? I don’t care. I’ll kill them all. I’ll kill him if he tries to take you back.”

Your blood ran cold.

“Him—?”

“Your Mark,” he snarled. “He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t know what he has. You think I don’t see how he lets you walk home alone? How he forgets your favorite things? I watched him through a rift. I saw every second he wasted.”

“You were watching me?” you gasped.

“Every night,” he admitted. “I couldn’t help it. I needed to know you were safe. But I couldn’t just watch anymore. I couldn’t. Every time I saw you smile at him, I wanted to rip his heart out.”

You flinched. “You’re insane.”

He tilted his head, almost hurt. “I’m in love. You think love is sane? You think losing you and clawing through dimensions just to hold you again doesn’t leave marks?”

You whimpered, twisting against his grip. “You’re hurting me.”

“I’m saving you!” he shouted suddenly, voice cracking. “Don’t you get it? I already lost you once. Your neck snapped so fast I couldn’t even scream. I carried you for hours. Your blood soaked through my suit. You died, and I couldn’t do anything—but now I can.”

He yanked you toward the door.

“No—no, wait, please—!”

He didn’t listen. His arms wrapped around you like a steel trap, dragging you step by step toward the gaping hole in your front wall. The night air outside was sharp, cold, endless. You kicked at his shins, screamed for help, but he just kept walking.

“I’m taking you somewhere safe,” he murmured. “We’ll be together. No one will find us.”

“I don’t want this!”

He didn’t even blink. “You didn’t want to die either. And look what happened.”

You clawed at the wall. At the doorframe. At anything. Blood from his hands smeared across your neck, your arm, your mouth. He kissed your temple again and again like it was a prayer.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you. I love you. I love you—”

And then you were airborne.

The wind screamed in your ears as the ground vanished beneath you. He held you against his chest like you were something holy and broken. You sobbed into the night air, kicking, punching, but it didn’t matter.

He wasn’t letting go.

Not again.

Not ever.

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justaaveragereader · 5 months ago

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Pay Attention

Pairing: Yunho x Reader + Mingi

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Spit Roasting, Choking, Cuckholding, Mingi Watches Reader Get Fucked, Spit, Raw Sex (Wrap It Upppp People!), Slapping, Name Calling (Pretty Girl, Cute Thing), Deep Throating, Yunhos Dirty Talk/Praise Almost Sounds Like It’s Degrading, Praise, Manhandling, Rough Sex, If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀👀!

A/N: I swear the brain rot I have bc of that photo of Yunho and Mingi should be criminal! Can you imagine being on both the giving and receiving end of them lmaoooIWantThemBadlylmaoooo. Good news, I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing, I haven’t felt much motivation bc I’ve had so much shit going on but slowlyyyy it’s coming back to me, and things are starting to slow down in my life which means more time for writing! Tbh sometimes it’s easier to do quick little fics like this, but I LOVE writing a good 5k+ fic😔! I got some WIPs in store and I can’t wait to share them! So onto the fic we go!

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Roughly grabbing his collar Yunho pulls Mingi closer. Halting his hips that are pushed flush against the plump flesh that is your ass. A loud whimper leaves your mouth that is currently filled with Yunhos cock. The vibration around his member makes Yunho hunch forward a bit more, cock sliding further down your already stuffed throat.

“You aren’t thrusting hard enough.” Yunho grits out, fist full of Mingis collar. His black leather jacket long gone on the floor, his turtleneck is practically glued to his skin from the sweat due to the hot small room they are in. Yunhos warm breath fans out across Mingis face, reddened cheeks, black slacks around his muscular thighs. His head cocks back letting out a loud whine. Gripping harder, Yunho jerks Mingi back slightly making his head roll forward.

Mouth pooling with saliva that drops and hits the couch cushions underneath your body, skirt hiked up past your hips, panties sticking out of Yunhos pocket. Your nose brushing against his soft skin, inhaling his scent, and drinking the precum that slides down your throat as you wait for him to finish instructing Mingi.

“You gotta fuck her hard, good girls like her don’t get satisfaction unless you drill it into their skulls.” He says while letting go of Mingis collar slightly shoving him back. Hand traveling down the side of your face, swiping a firm thumb against your bottom lip that has a thick string of saliva spilling from it. The same thumb that lowers and clutches your aching chin. Your eyes flutter up to meet his, dark eyes soaking in your form. From this angle he looked like a God, shirt off but he kept his black jacket on, black hair tousled from how long they had been at this.

“Isn’t that right baby?” He says through a whisper, his lips twitch at the end of his sentence. He swore this was supposed to be a lesson for you, yet this felt like a lesson for you both. His hand comes up to grab your head, his large hand engulfing the top of it, before slamming you down even further on his length. Saliva hitting his toned bare thighs, the sudden movements has you choking slightly, cunt clenching on Mingis pulsing cock. With a stutter of his hips, he grips your hips, letting out a loud whine.

“I c-can’t Yun-Yunho.” Mingi whines out, tears filling his water line. His toes clenching, eyes squeezing shut trying his best not to explode into your warm, wet cunt. Trying not to bust was a job all in itself. Hunching himself over your body, cock digging even further down your throat, choking on inch after inch. You try your best to breathe through your nose, the soft hair on his groin begins to comfort your nose, inhaling his scent with each second that goes by.

“Go sit down.” Yunho says, voice thick with demand. His eyes cut at Mingi who is hell bent on trying his best not to disappoint the man in front of him, his best friend. Pulling out of your wet cunt with a wet squelch he lets out a breath of relief, his reddened cock bobbing at the cool air hitting it. Plopping himself down across from you and Yunho, his long limbs hang tiredly all over the chair. Pulling out of your mouth, he steps back, making his back to your backside. With each wet cough you hack, your eyes water with the feeling of fresh air filling your lungs.

“Eyes on us.” Yunho says, shifting your body slightly, hands running over your soft skin, thumb tracing the deep curve of your back. His eyes darted up to Mingi, whose pants are still wrapped around his thighs, cock practically begging for relief. Those soft traces Yunho was giving you are now dead, his hands roughly grab your skin, grabbing handfuls of whatever he can grab before tapping his cock against your wet entrance. Cunt practically screaming for relief, with one smooth slide he enters your pussy, the difference in his girth knocks the wind out of you, your head falling face first into the cushions til you feel a hand wrap around your throat, tugging you up, backside firm against his chest. Your eyes immediately fill with tears, the new position change has you seeing stars. As long as you’ve been with Mingi, never have you felt a feeling like this in your lower belly. His hand that is gripping on your throat helps hold your head up. Right in your line of vision is Mingi, who looks just as helpless as you. Drawing his hips back, the tip of his cock barely at the entrance of your cunt, he slams up into you, your body lurching forward.

His cock leaves a bulge in your lower belly with each strike up of his hips, your mouth falls open, no noises leave your throat. You can't help but shut your eyes, soaking in the pleasure Yunho is giving you, Mingi is a soft lover, you are normally the one giving pleasure, not that he doesn’t return the favor but Yunho he's a hard lover, a firm one. The drastic difference between the two was like a splash of water on your face. You don’t expect it yet when it was over the cool feeling was refreshing.

“Look at him.” Yunho says, voice layered with many emotions. Dominance is the one that outweighs each one. The slight growl that hangs on the edge of each word he makes sure to punctuate as he’s deep in your cunt. Your juices soak him, his thighs, the fabric of his pants hugging his skin. You are enjoying the way he’s manhandling you, the way Mingi helplessly watches you get rag dolled around by his best friend. His eyes grow darker with each gasp you let out, head firmly against his chest as he’s slamming into you, the wet sopping noise in the small room leaves very little to the imagination as to what is going on inside. His hand tightens on your throat as you begin to babble out his name in tiny, desperate whimpers. Your hand coming up to clutch his own. You need anything to anchor you as you begin to feel that heat boiling in your lower stomach. With each deep slam of his hips, your body hiking up against his moist chest, he smiles at Mingi who is gawking at the sight in front of him.

“This is how you fuck a pretty girl, Mingi. Got a cute one and don’t even know how to fuck her correctly.” He says through a smile, eating up the sight in front of him. Your fucked out face, Mingis wide eyes and twitching cock, the wet sound of slapping skin. This was his personal heaven. The hand that was wrapped around your throat moves up to squish your cheeks, body flushed with heat, drool dripping from your swollen lips.

“Go on baby, tell Mingi this is how you wanna be fucked.” Yunho whispers loudly in your ear. A loud whine leaves your throat, eyes fluttering with the way his voice dances in your ear. Cunt clenching onto his member that’s pistoning in and out of you. With a obnoxiously loud gulp you attempt to tell Mingi just how you wanna be fucked.

“I-I wanna b-be fu-fuc-.” His hand tightens on your face, your cheeks squishing tighter together cutting your sentence short. Lips puckering together, with a stream of drool dripping down onto your chest.

“Fuck..” Mingi whispers out, clearly turned on by seeing his girl be rag dolled around by a man who wasn’t him.

“She’s a cute thing.” Yunho says through a chuckle, slowing down his thrusting to go slow and deep. The feeling of his cock bullying its way into your lower belly has you almost doubling over in the sudden feeling. Your body is attempting to hunch forward if it wasn’t for his strong grip on you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah, where do you think you're going?” Yunho whispers into your ear, licking the shell of it before nipping at the lobe. Pausing his thrusts he moves you to the side, so Mingi had a side view of just how he’s fucking you. Chest flushed against the soft cushions, your sweaty face pushed against the soft fabric. With a firm hand Yunho places his hand between your shoulder blades keeping you firmly in place.

“Does she run from your cock to Mingi? Or are you being extra special for me today baby?” he questions through a whisper, hand getting more firm by the second. You can feel his cock pulsing in your walls, you are just mere steps away from an orgasm.

“When you got a pretty thing like her.” Yunho says while grabbing your right ass cheek firmly, spreading them apart to spit on your stuffed pussy. That action alone has you so close to coming undone on him. With a loud whimper Mingis eyes glue to where Yunho’s cock meets your cunt, pussy just dripping with arousal.

“You have to remind her of her place.” Yunho says while firmly planting his foot on the couch, with one foot remaining on the floor.

“Because if you don’t, how will pretty girls like her ever be rewarded?” Yunho says in a low tone, a tone you’ve never heard, as his grip never wavers from your shoulder blades you make eye contact with Mingi whose cock is twitching at the sight in front of him.

“Eyes on me Mingi. I’m about to teach you how to fuck your girlfriend.”

DO NOT REPOST.

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jinuaei · 2 months ago

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jacking off must be impossible if your crush is soundwave. constantly worried that he might notice your doing it at the moment. especially because your perverted self keeps imagining weird highly detailed faces of your communication officer! it's alright, you're probably just being too paranoid. sure he can read people's mind but there is no way he'd zeroing in on you when you're stroking your shit.

but oh little do you know... he's literally the reason why. given the chance, soundwave might just indulge and do something while you do it. wink wonk

anyways runs and explodes your blog is a blessing, ive been hungry for yandere transformers stuff for so long 🗣️

Accidental (knowing Soundwave, it's probably not an accident) voyeurism through telepathy and his cameras would go hard!!!! I think this is also considered mutual masturbation?

Warning: MDNI

Imagine finally having private time after a whole day of those fantasies and though those thoughts are now weirdly quiet, you still couldn't help but let out all those pent up energy in your private quarters. Somehow, you find that your fantasies aren't as detailed as when you are in public. While the current images you conjure up are quite good, it lacks the clearness and hotness that it usually has.

Well yeah it's embarrassing to be doing this since you know... that's your boss kind of but you've been soooo pent up and decency went out the window the moment you laid down on your berth.

That's how Soundwave finds out you are playing with yourself, your frustrated thoughts echoing through his mind. He understands it's creepy that he has a direct line to your mind but... nobody has to know.

He almost destroys his console by gripping on it for dear life when he finds out you are coming up with your own fantasies on your own, without his input. He could feel his panel threatening to bust open when he realized you are now actively thinking about him. Him!

Another clink of his spike against his panel was a sign to let all the cassettes out of his office for his own private time. As soon as all of them left, he's rushing to open all the camera feeds he has in your room, even those that are not mandated. He has all sorts of angles, but his favourite ones are the top down view of you, and the one where your hips are facing him.

He is so quick to open his panels and expose his spike and valve to the cold air once the feed focuses on you touching yourself. Still, he can hear your frustration at how lacking your imagination is. He takes that as a sign to hijack your thoughts and project his own fantasies to mix with yours. Soundwave could visibly see you sigh in relief as soon as his thoughts mingle with yours.

Both of your minds battle for dominance as you try to steer your fantasy in one direction but Soundwave has other plans. But that plan went out the window as you growled in horny anger when the images didn't go in the direction you wanted. It took Soundwave a short while to follow through with what you want but he let himself be dragged by you and he can't lie, he quite likes it when you take control.

He doubled over his console when your fake? self pushed him down and settled on top of his faceplate. He drools behind his mask when he realizes what you wanted him to do, and in record time he was on you, licking and sucking your genitals. His spike catches the edge of the console as he grinds himself on it, desperate for friction as he keeps his glossa and intake on you. It took you yanking his helm off to realize that you already came and is now twitching in overstimulation, he whimpers when he couldn’t feel you on his intake anymore. But that whimper turned into a gasp when you moved down to his leaky spike.

He finally kneels when he feels himself enter you, his servo’s working overtime when you bounce on top of him, trying to time his strokes to your movement. Warning signs pop up in front of him about overheating and possible shutdown but he immediately closes it to look up at the camera feed to you entering yourself over and over with your back arched.

His optics rolls back once he could feel himself on the brink of overload and your hole twitching and he begs to himself and Primus that he could delay his overload until you do so you both could climax at the same time. It’s impossible not to whimper when he sees you move faster and faster while he tries so hard not to spill himself as he strokes as fast as you are. His prayers are finally answered when he hears you moan loudly, and that was enough for him to overload right then and there, shutting down as the pleasure took over him.

The next thing he knows as his optics are booted up is him on his knees, cheek pressed against the console covered in his slobber, mask gone. His servos are slick with his lubricant but he ignores it to look at the screen in front of him. You are now asleep, satisfied by your release.

While he cleans up himself, he thinks about upping the visions so this would happen more often.

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delugyu · 4 months ago

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hi!! i was wondering if i could request a one shot based on the GGUM mv where yeonjun is a cocky and bratty k pop idol that belittles everyone and basically the reader is like his mananger who’s had enough of his behavior and decides to teach him a lesson and he’s super submissive.

btw i LOVE your writing. cold, curse city was amazing <3

jumped for joy when i saw submissive yeonjun YAYYYYYYY (also thank you!!! hehe)

(wc: 2k / warnings: mean dom!reader, sub!yeonjun, reader’s kind of a bitch but yeonjun is too so it’s okay, degradation, humiliation, oral kinda idk eating pussy thru the panties, unprotected sex, edging..?)

you’re pretty sure that the biggest source of your headaches on any given day is the man you’re watching right now—on a tuesday at eight in the morning—who’s trying to convince you that the interviewer deserved it earlier when he called her an idiot.

“yeah, no. that’s never happening again,” you say plainly, cutting off his long-winded explanation. if only he could catch on when you’re trying to leave no room for argument, but unfortunately he has the most major case of lacking respect and decorum that you’ve ever seen.

“so you think it was okay for her to say that being bratty is my whole brand?” he asks.

“well, if you keep acting the way you do, then you can’t be surprised if that’s what people focus on.” you won’t lie: his brash personality is definitely good for gaining attention. his PR team never has to work too hard, since they know yeonjun’s going to do something stupid to get him on the news anyway. you’re jealous, cause you’re over here busting your ass to make sure he doesn’t go too far and ruin his career.

“i’d be selling a fake image if i was out there kissing babies and shaking hands,” yeonjun says.

“so the better alternative is running your mouth until half the country wants you beaten up?” you don’t want him to act like someone he’s not, but you also don’t want him to be such a dick to everyone.

“stop acting like you know me or the things i want,” he says. it lights a fire inside of you, rage burning at his insinuation. “i don’t want a nice, clean image. i fucking hate it when you try to force that onto me.”

he walks away into his dressing room, probably done with you and this conversation, but you’ve had it. you’re pissed, and he needs to learn that he doesn’t sit on top of the world. you mutter out quick apologies to the staff you push past in your haste to follow yeonjun.

before you can step into the room, yeonjun slams the door in front of your face. “yeonjun, are you fucking kidding me?!” you bang your fist against the door when turning the knob doesn’t work.

“go away,” he says from behind the door. you let out something like a growl in your frustration, feeling like you might just rip all your hair out. it’s too early to already be doing this.

“why do you throw fits every time i try to tell you to have some respect? you can never just bite your tongue for a second.”

you’re met with silence. you hate when he starts tuning you out. you’ll have to pop a few tylenols after this to keep your headache from killing you.

you start up once more, “you think anyone’s gonna look at your art before they look at you as a person? what’s the point in making good music if the person behind it is such a jackass?”

again, no reply. you sigh, running your hands down your face as you try to collect yourself. this isn’t worth it. he’s never going to change.

“i’m thinking i should just quit and let you deal with whatever asshole comes in after me,” you say, just trying to stir him into giving you a response now. you usually keep yourself from going back and forth with him like this, but he’s been on your nerves way too much recently. you were bound to explode with how much he’s been testing you.

the door finally opens. you don’t waste a second when you push it wider and enter the room, shutting it behind you. he’s crossing his arms, eyebrow raised like he’s waiting for you to scold him some more.

“you actually gonna quit, or was that all talk?” he asks.

you scowl and push on his shoulders until he’s sitting on one of the chairs. his eyes widen for a second like he’s surprised you actually put your hands on him. he should be grateful you don’t do worse.

“listen, i’m not going to take your shit anymore. i’m not giving you a choice. you need to have some respect.” you look down at him with ice cold eyes. he squirms a little in his seat; you almost find it funny.

“i don’t know how you expect me to do that. this is just how i am,” he counters.

“shutting your mouth would be a good start.” you put your hand over his lips when he opens them to start talking again. “see, you’re already trying to bark. just listen.”

you keep your hand there, and you’re kind of surprised that he doesn’t even try to move you away. your other hand grips the back of his chair so that you’re leaning over him, and you finally feel like you’re more powerful than him. you feel like he might listen to you for once.

“if you don’t want to be seen as a brat, then don’t be a brat,” you say. “you can have a tough image without annoying everyone. people see you more as a toddler than as some cool guy.”

his eyes dart down, and you realize that, with you leaning over him, he has a great view of your cleavage. he’s staring at your tits. scandalized, you grab his jaw to tilt his head all the way up, so he can either stare at the ceiling or look at your face. he chooses the ceiling.

“are you trying to make me hate my job? do you want me to quit?” you ask.

his eyes find yours at that, and you’re a little surprised to not find any fight in them. he shakes his head and keeps his mouth shut.

“you can answer now,” you say, letting go of his jaw.

“don’t quit, i like you as my manager,” he answers quickly. you huff out a laugh.

“well you sure as hell don’t act like it.”

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes—and sounds completely sincere, too.

you stand up straight, assessing him silently. you let your eyes rake down his body, noticing how he doesn’t move an inch. looks like you’ve finally put him in his place. it’s such a shame that it practically takes you bullying him to get to this point.

“so you’re gonna cool the tough guy act?” you ask.

“i dunno, maybe you should test how obedient i can be,” he prompts with a growing smile. wow, and you were doing so well.

“get off that chair.” immediately he does, standing up and waiting for his next instruction. you laugh at how pathetic his switch up is. you’d love for the nation to see yeonjun now, so eager to follow your orders. how far will he go?

you decide to test it out. “kneel.”

he’s just as quick to follow through with that, too. a power rush is already surging inside you, pumping adrenaline through your body. he looks up at you from his position on his knees. there’s still some space between you, though.

“come a little closer. crawl to me.” your pleased smile stays on your face as you watch him obey, keeping eye contact as he inches toward you.

“this is so funny,” you say as you look down at him. for the first time in your life, you see him look embarrassed. his eyes dart off to the side, unable to take the torment. “eyes on me. don’t you dare try looking away again.”

his cheeks glow with a subtle red tint, you notice as you take in his face. “would you be so kind as to apologize to me again?” you ask.

“i’m sorry,” he answers promptly.

“hm. better than that.”

he looks confused, but you know he’s desperate to follow because he’s quick to oblige. “i’m sorry i was such a brat to you and everyone else.”

“you were a brat. what do you think brats like you deserve?”

you feel him shiver. “punishment,” he answers meekly.

“that’s right.” you place your foot on his crotch, not paying any mind to how hard he is already. “what a shame you were so bad. you could’ve came today.” you take your foot off him and spread your legs apart. “get me nice and wet for your cock.”

“w-what?” he stammers, looking up at you all scandalized.

“i’m not in the mood to repeat myself.” with all the eagerness he’s ever had, yeonjun grips onto your thighs and dips his head beneath your skirt. he starts licking your cunt over your panties, tongue working adamantly against you like he’s scared to do it wrong or poorly.

you sigh, relaxing into the feeling. this is better stress relief than any amount of medicine could give you. maybe you’ll be resorting to this more often.

he wraps his lips around your clothed clit and sucks, then swipes his tongue across the swollen bud. he’s deeply focused on pleasuring you, repeating any little action that makes your legs twitch. you hate to admit it, but he’s getting you wet so fast.

“guess this is the only way to shut you up, huh?” you ask, and you feel him nod in response. “should i do this more then?”

“yes,” he pulls away to say, replacing his mouth with his fingers rubbing quickly against you. “do it as much as you want.”

“is the promise of pussy the only way you’ll—fuck, just like that—respect me?” his fingers run wildly over your clit, desperation oozing off of him.

“only yours. i’ll do anything for it.” he presses into your core, grinding his hand against you. “you’re so wet. please sit on my cock.”

you hum, wanting to say no and torture him more, but you can’t deny how bad you want to feel him inside you.

“sit on the chair and undo your pants,” you instruct. you slide off your panties as he does that.

you sit on his lap and give his dick a few quick jerks before aligning it with your entrance. he makes more noise than you do as you sink onto him, which would make you snicker if you weren’t so busy adjusting to his size.

“you moan like a bitch,” you hiss out as you finally take all of him in. you stay bottomed out for a minute, letting yourself get used to the stretch, grinding your hips every now and then to hear him whine.

“please move, i need more,” he says after a minute.

“don’t tell me what to do.” you start moving anyway—not because he begged you to, but because you’re getting needier for your orgasm. “this isn’t about you, brat.”

he keeps whining as you bounce on his dick, throwing his head back and dropping his mouth open. he sounds so much better when he’s moaning like a whore instead of bitching at everyone on earth.

you gasp when you feel his fingers on your clit, playing with the bud with endless need. even when he bites his lip, little noises keep spilling out of him, and a part of you is almost afraid that someone’s going to hear him.

“i’m close,” you say as you lean back a little, letting his dick hit a new spot inside of you. his eyes shine when he sees your body start twitching.

“i want you to cum so bad, please please give it to me!” his begging throws you ever the edge, biting your lip so you don’t make any sound. breathy little noises escape you instead, which yeonjun seems to like just as much.

you swat his hand away when it becomes too much, catching your breath while you ignore yeonjun’s twitching dick inside of you. yeonjun’s losing his patience, grabbing your hips needily.

“i need to cum too,” he says, brows upturned and almost looking pitiful. you enjoy the feeling of him inside you for a couple more seconds before getting up.

“isn’t that too bad,” you say. his jaw drops, and he goes speechless yet again. “don’t look so surprised. didn’t i tell you that you won’t be cumming today?”

the betrayal on his face suddenly makes this job worth every penny.

#txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #txt smut #yeonjun smut #delugyu drabbles #this was so fun to write thank u anon 🫶

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r0-boat · 5 months ago

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I wanna service dom Zagan so bad dude

That's just Zagan thooo!

Small NSFW headcanons of Zagan being a Service Dom

Zagan wants nothing more than to see your face twist and pleasure knowing that he did that to you. He knows exactly how to make you cum. Until send you over that edge so much that you'll see stars and beg him to stop.

Zagan can't tease no matter how much you tries to deny your orgasm those sweet little eyes of yours always makes him give in. Not to mention teasing you is also teasing him. He gets so much pleasure from your pleasure.

No matter what Zagan always starts sex by covering your body and kisses, or kissing your mouth over and over while his hands begin to undo your shirt and slip inside. He can't keep his lips off you; He won't keep his lips off you. He wants to tell you how much he loves you, but he is not a fan of talking, so he'd instead show you with his actions. When he's finally finishing for the first time inside you He kisses you so intensely as you feel him fill you up.

He would make you cum so many times before he finally makes himself cum. Plunging his fingers in and out of you curling them in the exact spots that make you arch your back and scream his name/vigorously stroking and sucking your cock rubbing his tongue against the tip until he's melt every last drop cum out of your balls.

He can't help himself, He's addicted to your whimpers and screams of pleasure.

Zagan has literally came in his pants grinding himself against the bed as he ate you out/sucked you off to enamored with your sweet taste to even touch himself digging his thick fingers into your skin as he practically glued his face to your core.

He'll give you anything you want and more to see your pleasure. He loves servicing you with his mouth the best, but all you have to do is tell him please in a cute little voice, and he will fold and finally have your walls squeeze his cock. You hear his voice shake from the mere stretch of your whole around him. You're squeezing is almost too much for him to bear as he tries so hard to keep himself still so his big cock doesn't hurt you.

He is the opposite of Mammon, where he scared that his size will hurt you as much as you saying how big he is makes him happy.

After fucking you once and cumming a little too early, He will train himself Not to explode when you cum on his cock. He will find places where to touch you so he can squeeze every last orgasm out of you before he busts.

#whb #whb zagan #whb x reader #smut #what in hell is bad

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revelboo · 4 months ago

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Cab we have more tfa Blurr pretty plis :3

Sure!

A-Ok Pt 4

Blurr x Reader

• It’s almost hilarious how very uncomfortable he is about touching you as he gingerly cups his hands around you, kneels to set you on your feet, and then backs away like he thinks you might explode. And immediately starts pacing again and muttering. He reminds you of videos you’ve seen of hummingbirds, all frantic energy. Like being still is death. “Watching you is giving me anxiety.”

• Can’t tell if you’re serious, because you’re smiling up at him with one eyebrow arched. And he has no idea what to do with you. His base of operations compromised. His secrecy compromised. What if they bust him back down a rank? When he’d fought so hard for this position, hearing them whisper behind his back that he’s too quick, too fidgety to work intel or to be a spy. That he can’t. So sick of being told that. And you. What is he supposed to do with you? Maintaining secrecy is everything if he wants to find the traitor among them. You think you have anxiety? Pacing as his own processor frantically runs scenarios, he stumbles and almost falls, staggering on one leg when you just step in his way. “Do you want to be stepped on?”

• “Sit down. Right now.” It’s the same tone you use with your little cousins. All business and no room for argument. Don’t really expect him to listen to you, but he slowly lowers himself to sit to your shock. Alright then. Because anxiety is something you understand and this guy? He seems to run on it. Sitting down in front of him, cross legged, you take a deep breath. And he’s just staring at you. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. ‘What are we doing right now?’ He asks, hands fidgeting restlessly. “Taking a moment.”

• A moment when there’s so much to do? Venting in annoyance, he stays still when you shoot him a look. ‘I know that rush. The adrenaline. Going so fast it feels like flying. I love that feeling,’ you say and he watches you press a hand to your chest. Where a spark would be in a Cybertronian and he slowly mirrors you, servos pressed to his chassis. Attention turning inward to the steady thrum of his spark. ‘But sometimes you just have to stop or you’ll drown.’ Like everything you need to do is a wave poised to crash over him. He understands this.

• “I could use some help. A human agent,” he says as you ground yourself with the beat of your heart. And he’s not fidgeting right this second. He’s still. “I don’t know this world. It’s people. Customs. Rules.” Nope. There it is, servos lifting and falling restlessly on his chassis, unable to sit still. Then it clicks. That he’s asking for help. ‘What exactly are you doing here?’ You ask as he gets back up and starts moving again.

#transformers x reader #blurr x reader #tfa blurr

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thewertsearch · 6 months ago

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DAVESPRITE: he sees i got his sword and its busted and you can tell hes pissed […] DAVESPRITE: like hes always about to just fucking flip but still keeps it together DAVESPRITE: so he can tell me DAVESPRITE: he can repair it DAVESPRITE: and make the deringer with the forge lit DAVESPRITE: he says he can repair anything DAVESPRITE: but only one thing DAVESPRITE: and i had to choose

I guess the nature of your Choice depends on your Denizen’s specialty. Hephaestus, god of craftsmen, can fix anything, but it’s your responsibility to decide what needs fixing.

DAVESPRITE: so i said ok fix the sword JADESPRITE: as opposed to what?

Oh, Davesprite.

He could have fixed you, couldn't he? You're at death's door, and Hephaestus could have closed it, healing wounds I now fear are mortal. And you said no.

DAVESPRITE: meh DAVESPRITE: doesnt matter really DAVESPRITE: i just thought making the sword felt like the right thing

You said no, for the sake of a sword.

This poor child. He values himself so little, he's willing to choose his counterpart's Quest over his own life - reasoning, I guess, that his Quest is required to win the game, which is the only reason he’s here in the first place.

But... god damn it, Davesprite. You matter too.

DAVESPRITE: he needed lava from the forge to make it DAVESPRITE: which means echidna had to be awake […] DAVESPRITE: so jade must have done something right DAVESPRITE: to wake her up and get the forge going DAVESPRITE: dont know what she did though JADESPRITE: probably something amazing JADESPRITE: she is still working so hard to help everyone JADESPRITE: i guess i used to be that way… JADESPRITE: but ive completely forgotten how DAVESPRITE: are you sure

I don't think you have.

You may have been going through a rough spell since you died, but I, for one, have not forgotten how you died - and it was as a hero.

Deep down, behind the tears, the anxiety, and the hopelessness, you're still the girl who jumped into an exploding planet to save your brother's life.

That Jade is still alive within you, and you can find her again.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s165 #3945

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What: 5 Coral Glasses X Reader Headcanons Where She Helps You Hide a Crime

Who: Coral Glasses from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~800 words, ~4 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: Accidental Robot Murder (?), Crime (?)

Coral Glasses was sweating—that is, sweating more then usual. Normally it’d be enough to fill a shot glass or so in a minute, but you were pretty sure she was producing quarts now. Standing at your side, she began biting her nails as she observed the carnage. A Keeper, one of the overworld’s guardians, had been reduced to nothing but rubble as if it had been exploded from the inside and, as a result, was smeared across the crude kitchenette you were using earlier. “Ohh… This is really bad. P-please tell me you didn’t do this!” You did. Coral Glasses freezes for a moment before you continue, eye growth pulsating with her heartbeat. You begin to explain how this was all an accident.

A few hours ago, a Keeper wandered into the building you were inside. It wandered on spindly, robotic legs and stared at you a with a detailed bust resting on top of it. “Present identification,” it droned. You set your teapot on the flame and got out an ID, allowing this strange creature to scan it. Who knows what would happen if it was denied. Thankfully, it seemed to accept your form just fine. “Confirmed. Shut your face and go in peace.” Phew. Just as it was leaving, however, your teapot began whistling as a plume of steam began to erupt from it. You rushed to the teapot, but your attention was stolen by the now malfunctioning robot who had yet to take its leave. “Pitch—indicated, high, pitch, steam error—too, pitch,” it gritted out. The next thing you knew, it exploded and you screamed as its head landed on your stove.

You meekly ask if Coral Glasses is going to bring you to jail now. She runs a hand through her greasy hair and plops down onto a crystal chair, baffled. You wonder if she was considering it—handing you over. “I’m not qualified for this… Any of this. Um. But if it’s you, then, I won’t. Hand you over, I mean. You can’t go to jail. We have to find a way around this.” Find a way around this? What did she mean by that? “I-I don’t know. I don’t know. Maybe we can hide this. Not hide! Maybe we can cover it up? Gah, that sounds worse!” She hides her eyes behind a pale hand. You take her free hand, not knowing how to reassure her. You say that maybe she’d be safer if you turned yourself in to the holy authorities. Still nervous, still sweating, Coral Glasses’s eyes take on a hard, serious quality you hadn’t seen before. Her coral growth’s colored ring pulses slowly and deliberately. It gives you a chill, even if her voice wavers. “N-No. That is not going to happen.” You feel a little better as her moist hand squeezed yours.

Thinking on her feet, Coral Glasses leads you through a frantically-executed plan. You two get shovels and dig holes around the kitchenette, hauling the robotic limbs and dumping the Keeper’s remains into them. She tries to lift the stone head, but her legs shake when she manages to get it off the stove, and her hands are too sweaty to hold it in place. You slide into position to carry it for her. “Phew. T-thanks. I didn’t see any lifting requirements under this job’s qualifications.” Afterwards, you wipe down doorknobs, chairs and the teapot for fingerprints and wash the glowing blood off the walls. Coral Glasses pries open the Keeper’s chassis and retrieves a blinking microchip before burying the “torso”. You both wander for a couple minutes until you find a suitably tall valley to drop the microchip into. It’s a hard day’s work, but you get it done. “Maybe one day we’ll get around to fulfilling our actual responsibilities, but… Um… It’s good that I could help clear that up for you, I think.”

It’s not too long after that you both get back from your misadventure. The hub is the same as you left it, no robots nor geometric angels hunting you down for revenge. Just your job. That is, until Froggy stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “What were you doing?! You’re two hours late! Were you partying at the Crowd Door or something?” Coral Glasses tenses, sweat production going into overdrive. She grips your hand tightly. “No! We weren’t doing anything! We had to, um… Meet with a valid Genie candidate! Yes! We’re just doing our job!” Froggy narrows his eyes before shrugging. “Alright, that’s fair. You need to keep me posted if you’re going to be doing things like this in the future though. I had no idea where you guys were!” You answer with a sir, yes sir. Once you and Coral Glasses are out of earshot, you thank her for helping you. She has a soft expression on, and her reef begins to pulsate quickly, an omen for a very quick kiss on the cheek before she whirls away and begins running back to the Hub. “N-no problem! Back to work!” You feel your cheek and look at your hand, now marked with a smudge of ink. It's better than having Keeper blood on you, at least. A lot better.

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#ena x reader #ena dream bbq x reader #coral glasses #coral glasses x reader #ena dream bbq #x reader #imagine blog #imagines #ena headcanon #writeblogging #writers on tumblr #writeblr #ena fandom #coral glasses ena

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bigification · 1 year ago

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Gainers Roulette

It's a risky game played by men desperate enough to risk their bodies for a chance at a bigger life. Men come from far and wide to play a game of Gainer roulette, some come out strong and sexy, some aren't so lucky. Although the game isn't all luck, it has a way of punishing those it deems unworthy.

Six needles are loaded, four with a serum that increases muscle and testosterone in the body, and two with a serum that drastically increases age and fat in the body.

The first player is a young man who pulls up on a motorcycle. He learned how to ride a motorcycle so that he could join his dad's group, but now he just gets picked on for being young and skinny. Well regardless, him being skinny won't be a problem after this.

He takes the serum. Immediately his face starts to change. His young and smooth features become more ragged, his clean shaven face quickly grows thick black hairs giving him a bushy beard, and the hairs on his head fall out leaving him with a smooth bald head. At this point it's hard to tell if he's won or not. Aging and losing hair is a common sign of losing, but he did want to look older and tougher so it could be either.

Next his body started to rapidly grow. He grew taller and taller as his shoulders broadened and his chest grew two juicy pecs that burst out of his shirt. His flat stomach grew into a thick six pack with a small layer of fat covering them. His arms exploded with muscle, becoming large and defined. Hair started to grow all over his body, covering his chest, stomach, and arms, giving him a much tougher look.

Moving downward, his previously flat ass perked up and pressed firmly against his shorts. His legs thickened as a thick pelt of hair grew over them, and his feet grew a few sizes, busting out of his shoes. And finally, a large bulge formed in his tight shorts, just for good measure.

Looks like we have a winner. The man leaned against his motorcycle and looked down at his nearly naked body. He smiled before riding off.

Our next player arrives in a luxury car. These never go well, rich guys only have one thing money can't buy them, good looks. So they come here expecting to walk out strong and good looking, let's see how this goes.

An average looking guy in an expensive polo and a gold chain walk out of the car. Not exactly what I expected, but close enough. He appears to be on the phone, and he doesn't seem to be enjoying the phone call. He puts the caller on hold as he approaches and takes the shot without even saying a word to me.

The man's well kept hair quickly falls off his head as his facial features start to age. It's not looking good for him so far. His cheeks puff out as a couple of chins grow under his soft jawline.

His scrawny body bursts out of his expensive polo as his gut grows bigger and bigger. He is left with a big hairy beer gut hanging out of his ripped shirt. His chest soon follows, growing into a thick pair of man tits with cheap looking tattoos on them.

His arms and legs thicken with mostly fat as his hands become thick and pudgy. The man is left old, bald, and fat. This is what usually happens to the rich guys who come here. He resumes his phone call as if nothing happened before getting in his car and driving away.

The next player slowly walks up holding a cane. He is an elderly sheriff who had to quit his job due to his physical condition, but wants to work again.

The man takes the shot, and almost right away his back straightens as he grows taller. Most of the wrinkles on the man's skin disappear as his he grows a clean silver beard. His receded hairline grows back and his skin tans from a pale white to a healthy golden brown.

The man's chest perks up and his shoulders broaden, filling out his sheriff uniform. The fat in his stomach disappears, leaving his uniform hanging off of his pecs. His biceps tripled in size, filling with muscle until they were about to rip his sleeves. His ass perks up and his thighs thicken, filling out his pants.

The man stands tall, smiles and nods at me approvingly before leaving without a word.

Next player is a young man who pulls up on a bike. He says he's close to getting drafted into the football league of his dreams, but he just hasn't been able to put on the weight needed for his position. Well either way I'm sure he'll be beyond heavy enough.

He takes the shot and his body starts to fill out. His skinny arms grow large and strong and his flat chest plumps up into two defined pecs, bursting through his tiny shirt. His pudgy stomach tightens up into a barely visible six pack with a sizable layer of fat covering it.

His legs and his ass explode with muscle and fat, giving the young man the look of a superstar football player. The pressure in his shorts grows until they rip open in dramatic fashion, making his ass bounce as it's released. Finally his face fills out, matching the rest of his massive body.

It looks like we have another winner. He seems to come to after the transformation is complete, an embarrassed look takes over his face as he attempts to cover his dick with his hands. His hands are quite massive, but it would be futile to try to cover up the monster he's got packing down there.

I throw him a towel to cover up and he thanks me before biking off.

The next player is a middle aged man who shows up in a barely functioning mini van. He said he used to be an athlete but had to stop after a serious injury. Ever since he had his kids, he has gained a lot of weight and struggles to do any activities with his kids.

The man takes the shot, and similar to the sheriff from before, his back straightens as his height increases drastically. Within moments the small feeble man with a can has become a tall and imposing man. His height has made his shorts look like short shorts and his shirt look like a bra, exposing his hairy gut. This would not last long however, as the fat in his body rapidly started to drain. As it did, his body began to twitch as an immense amount of muscle started to grow in his body. His hulking gut became a rock hard six pack and his moobs became a juicy pair of pecs. The man's soft arms became solid and defined as his hands became thick and calloused. His legs became strong and sturdy, and his ass became round a perky instead of sagging like it did before.

The man's face slimmed down, making his double chin fade as a thick black beard grew over his face. His receding hairline also grew back a little bit, giving him a more youthful look. Finally, a thick pelt of hair grew all over the man's body. Though the transformation seemed very taxing on the man, and he ended up passing out.

He must have been 6"4 and at least 250 pounds, so dragging his body to a bed was no easy task. It didn't take long for him to wake up. He thanked me profusely before getting up and leaving in the minivan.

Our last player for today is a young man who shows up in a cop car. He approaches wearing a police uniform, he feels he is not being respected by the more senior police. He wants to be more intimidating and demand more respect, but something tells me that his co-workers aren't the only reason he wants to be more intimidating. Unfortunately for him, he has no idea that there is only one shot left and it is not a winner.

The man impatiently takes the shot. Almost immediately, the man's flat stomach distended outward into a beer belly. It grows and grows until rips through his police uniform, leaving him in a tight black undershirt. He is left with a thick ball gut that hangs out of his shirt. His once defined pecs grow into two soft man tits that lay on his gut. The fat in his chest has even forced his arms to lay further out from his body. Speaking of his arms, they plump up under a thick layer of fat, nearly ripping his sleeves in the process. Even his hands look fat, with fingers that look like stuffed sausages.

Lucky for the young man, his uniform pants seemed to be slightly too big for him, so they have enough room to store his new body. His ass explodes with fat, stretching his large pants to their limit. His thighs follow suit, filling his pants until they're about to burst.

Just when the transformation is about to end, it gets worse for the young man. His face becomes pudgier as a thick double chin forms on his neck. But as the fat filled his face, the stubble on his chin went from brown to white. The hair on his head followed suit, becoming a pale white colour as his hairline slightly receded. Wrinkles started to form on his face as he began to rapidly age. From his mid twenties, to forties, all the way to his sixties in mere moments. His body started to sag under its own weight as blemishes formed on his skin.

Police equipment was scattered across the floor as the man was left in a tiny black undershirt and pants that barely fit. He flexed, making his shirt ride up even more, and smiled as he looked at his body. It seems as though he is unaware of how different his body was mere moments ago. He chuckled and states that the station will have no choice but to respect a man of his stature, and besides, he's definitely old enough to get some seniority. He picks up his ripped uniform off the ground and comments that it must have shrunk in the wash and that he needs to get a new one. He thanks me before squeezing into his police car and driving off

#male tf #male transformation #muscle tf #fat tf #reality change #masculine #male wg #hairy

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A Fight For Darkness: Chapter Six

-gif not mine. credit to owners-

Pairings: Eric Draven(Bill Skarsgard) x Female!Reader.

Content Warnings: language, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of taking own life, blackmail, blood, smoking, drinking, mentions of drug use, arranged marriage, 18+ smut that I will mention at the beginning of the chapter.

Summary: An unknown text and a list full of questions for what happened to your sister leads you down to the underground fight ring that belongs to none other than Eric Draven, The Crow. Once he captures your eyes with his, the web you were desperate to untangle suddenly tightens.

Authors Note: This is not cannon to The Crow(2024). Shelly nor her and Eric's love story does not exist in this series. Eric does have his fast ability to heal, though. Tags are open for this series as well!

Okay, so yes, this chapter does end on a slight cliffhanger, but only because I need some time to figure out how I want to explain that part.

Tags: @corawithfanfiction @malenoradgn @voidofsunlight @muchwita

A Fight For Darkness Masterlist

READER

No.

No. No.

NO. NO. NO.

I stood frozen in the middle of the bathroom, watching the bathtub water turn a murky crimson as Eric lay contorted underneath. His top half was underneath the water while his legs hung off the edge and I kept a hard gaze on them, hoping for some sign of life.

Nothing.

Eric was dead.

“No,” I choked out, nearly falling to my knees to crawl over to him.

I know we fought moments before and I found out some truth about my missing sister. I know I told him seconds before he was shot that I wished he was dead. But now seeing the scene in front of me, my heart shattered. I didn’t mean it even though I was angry. There had to have been a reason why he kept the revelation about my sister to himself but now he was dead and I’d never know why.

The sound of a gun cocking sounds behind me followed by a disgusting chuckle.

“The bullet was meant for you but I guess this will do.”

My scalp burned when my head was forced back with a harsh grip and that’s when I finally saw who pulled the trigger.

“You son of a bitch,” I spat in his face.

Greg let my spit linger on his cheek, not being bothered to wipe it away, and gave me a sinister smirk.

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you. I still have two bullets left,” he held up the shotgun with the hand that wasn’t buried deep into my hairline.

My screams echoed in the apartment as Greg dragged me through it and tossed me onto the bed. The bodies of Roeg’s men still lay scattered throughout and one of them was on the bed next to me, their throat slit from one end to the other. I tried to scurry away from it but Greg was two steps ahead of me, quickly tying my wrists to the metal rods of the headboard, forcing me in place.

“Help me!” I screamed, hoping someone who was downstairs in the fight club would hear me.

Although I knew it was futile. If there was someone, they would have come upstairs to check at the first sound of a scuffle when Roeg’s men busted in.

“Shut up!” Greg bellowed, hitting me in the mouth with the end of the gun and immediately I felt blood pool in my mouth.

I was still reeling from my other injuries, my eye throbbing and left side hurting every time I took a breath, but now my mouth exploded in pain.

“Why?” Was all I could ask, blood pooling down my chin onto my neck.

Consciousness was slowly beginning to fade in and out as my body was succumbing to my injuries but I forced myself to stay awake, not ready to give up the fight yet. I would fight against the darkness that was consuming me.

Greg let out a long sigh before sitting on the edge of the bed next to me, watching Eric’s body lying still in the bathtub.

“Eric was a friend; a good friend. But the second you came into his life, shit changed. You brought bad luck and nearly cost him his fight club.”

I raised a brow. “What?”

“Remember that muder you stumbled upon? With the hooker and Russian mob leader?”

All I could do was let out a weak moan in response.

“Well, Alexi Sokolov’s men were looking for revenge for their boss being killed so they showed up a few nights after the murder to beat Eric into giving them the club,” Greg informed, slowly running his fingers up and down the barrel of the shotgun.

“He never said anything,” I wheezed.

He made a low noise. “That’s because it wasn't any of your business. Just because you’re married to him doesn’t mean he should tell you everything. Plus, I still think this whole marriage is a scam.”

Now those dark eyes sliced down at me. “What do you want? His money? Bragging rights?”

“Fuck you,” there was no malice in my words due to my body beginning to fade away.

Greg’s fingers yanked my chin to force me to look up at him. “I never trusted you.”

“Feeling is mutual,” I sneered, weakly pulling on my binds only to fail.

“Did your husband tell you about your sister?”

Suddenly what one of Roeg’s men told me earlier sprang into mind and I felt my blood drain once more. Eric knew where my sister was yet refused to tell me. Why was he at Roeg’s place to work out a deal? I had so many questions that went unanswered because Eric was dead.

Greg took my silence to continue with his revelation, his grip still tight on my chin. “Your sister was a frequent visitor to the fight club. Hell, she came so much, Eric and her got pretty close. If you catch my drift.”

Jealousy and disgust boiled deep within my gut at the thought of Eric and my sister together like that. Although, the logical side of me tried to remind myself that I had no reason to feel this way. Eric and I technically weren’t together, this whole marriage was just for show, so in the end I told myself I felt this way because of the fact he was lying about not knowing my sister.

How do you know Greg isn’t the one that’s lying?

“You’re lying,” I licked my lips.

With an annoyed sigh, Greg rolled his eyes and let go of my face so he could pull out his phone. It only took him less than ten seconds to find what he was searching for and when he showed it to me, my stomach fell out of my ass.

It was a picture taken from some distance in the fight club. Two figures locked in a tight embrace with each other, completely oblivious to the phone taking their picture.

Eric and my sister.

“They were extremely close, we all thought Eric would marry her. So needless to say we were all surprised when we found out he married you instead,” Greg said, pocketing his phone again.

I turned my head towards the bathroom, heart shattering at the sight of Eric’s limp body. “I don’t believe you.”

Just because they were shown together in a picture did not mean they were dating. Yes, Eric lied to me about knowing my sister but there had to have been a reason why. If my sister was involved with Roeg and from what Eric had told me about him, my sister wasn’t being held willingly.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he clicked his tongue while rising from the bed to point the barrel of the shotgun at my face. “I’ll get rid of you and then tell everyone that you both died in a shootout with Roeg’s men. No one will miss you. The fight club will be mine. All is right in the world.”

Fear filled my veins like ice as all of the air was pulled from my body. I was seconds away from death and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Images flashed in my eyes in such quick succession that I barely had time to focus on all but one.

A pair of bright blue eyes and a bright smile that made my heart flutter.

Before Greg pulled the trigger, the sound of splashing water echoed in the apartment causing me to turn towards the bathroom to see a body emerge from the tub. I let out a bloody sob, the copper taste lingering on my lips, when I saw Eric stand tall. The large wound on his stomach from where he was shot slowly began to dissolve back into his skin, vanishing right in front of me.

I know I couldn’t see all that well from one eye but I also knew what I was seeing wasnt a hallucination.

What the actual fuck? Did Eric just heal in front of me?

Okay, maybe it was a hallucination due to my injuries. Eric is still dead in the tub and my mind is playing what I want it to before I die.

Greg cocked the gun causing me to look at him.

“Tell your husband I said hello,” he smiled grimly.

“Tell me yourself,” a deep voice spoke behind Greg seconds before he fell to the ground.

Eric stood over his crumbled body holding a baseball bat. I immediately realized that’s what he used to knock Greg away from me. The shotgun clattered to the floor but before he could crawl to it, Eric snatched it up and turned it over in his hands so the end of the gun was pointing up at the ceiling.

“It’s true,” Greg whispered, astonished at what he was seeing, a small glimmer in his eyes. “No one believed it because there wasn't any proof that you were immortal but here you stand as if I didn’t just shoot you.”

I tried to yank on the handcuff around my wrists which were still bound to the head board, the noise not breaking the trance Eric seemed to be in as he glared down at Greg, slowly raising the shotgun.

“Believe it, asshole,” Eric snarled. “You deserve a death worse than what I’m about to give you for putting your hands on my wife.”

“Really? You’re going to kill me for this broad?” He snickered.

“Fuck you!” I seethed, still pulling on my binds. I wanted to be the one that brought death upon him but something told me with the darkness in Eric’s eyes, he wouldn’t let me.

“I should skin you alive then hang your body in the middle of the cage so everyone can see what happens when they touch something that’s not there’s,” were Eric’s last words as he brought down the barrel of the shotgun on Greg’s face.

Not once.

Not twice.

But five times.

The sound of flesh and bones breaking made me grimace as I turned my face away from the blood splatter that coated the walls. I felt sick to my stomach at the disgusting squishing sound as it lingered in the air and it wasn’t until an eerie silence fell that I finally looked back at Eric. His bare chest was rising and falling with each deep breath and blood covered his entire face and torso, making the fear fill me again like concrete, weighing me down to the bed.

I’d seen him covered in blood from his fights but this was different. Eric killed another person for me. Greg’s face was unrecognizable and I felt the bile rise in my throat when I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye.

“Eric,” I sobbed.

My voice was weak, barely able to speak above a whisper due to how weak I'd become from the beatings tonight and the blood pooling in my mouth which meant he didnt hear me.

I cleared my throat, calling out to him once more. “Eric.”

Finally, after another few long beats, he finally gazed my way. His bright eyes seemed dull beneath the blood that covered every inch of his face and torso. They roamed over every inch of my broken body handcuffed to the bed then with a shaky exhale, Eric was quick to kneel in front of me. His large hands brushed away the matted hair from my face so he could gaze deep into my eyes.

“I’m here, baby,” he murmured. “You’re okay.”

I didn’t realize it but I was still crying, the tears hot on my face. I stumbled over my words as I tried to ask him how he was alive but the only thing that came out was a blubbering mess. With strength I’d never seen before, Eric broke the handcuff away from my wrist to free me from the bed so he could gently cup my face again.

“Stay with me, little crow,” his bottom lip trembled. “I’m going to get you some help, alright? You’ll be okay.”

I thought I felt myself being lifted from the bed but my surroundings were bleak, a white noise haze creeping on the edge of my vision. My body felt heavy, like I’d been filled with concrete, and the fight to survive began to slip away. The questions I wanted to ask Eric were meek in comparison to the need to sleep. I began to let the darkness win, slowly allowing myself to succumb to it as my eyes rolled back and I fell limp in Eric’s embrace.

ERIC

The car glided along the darkened road as I sat in the backseat with a sleeping Y/N laying in my lap. I watched her chest with intense eyes, making sure she continued to breath while Jay drove. With the revelation that Greg was the one who shot me, I could only trust one person among my men and that was Jay. As soon as Y/N passed out back at the apartment, I called him for his help. I needed to get far away from there and the fight club for the time being so Y/N could heal from her injuries and get Roeg off our backs.

Mostly for me to come up with a plan. There were quite a few things revealed tonight, things I didn’t want Y/N to know, so now I had to figure out the best way to explain things to her without her getting upset and leaving.

Easier said than done.

“How’s she doing?” Jay’s voice broke through the silence of the car.

I flicked my gaze up to the rearview mirror, my blue eyes pinning his brown ones. “She’s breathing but I won’t know the extent of her injuries until we get to the safe house.”

Jay gave the smallest of nods. “We’ll be there within the hour. You really should shower once we get there.”

I’d been in such a haste to pack our backs back at the apartment I hadn’t had a second to rinse the blood off of me, it drying to my skin like a tattoo.

“Y/N needs to be taken care of first,” I said, looking back down at her.

Her eye was swollen shut, her lips were double in size, she had bruises littering almost every inch of skin on her ribs, and her ankle looked to be sprained. Anger roared inside of me like I’ve never felt before when images of Roeg’s men beating her replayed in my mind. I’d been so helpless, handcuffed to the heater and watching her be so defenseless. I could have broken free but that meant I needed to explain to her parts of me I kept hidden for so long, afraid of how she’d react. There was only one person who knew the secret and he was the one driving us to my safe house.

The safehouse was located a few hours north of Detroit, in a little quiet town that had less than five hundred people living there. It was remote on a small river bank, the nearest neighbors being two miles away. Perfect place for us to hide out for a while.

Again, the only other person besides me who knew about it was Jay and he promised to never tell a soul otherwise I’d skin him alive.

“I locked up the apartment before we left. I’ll deal with the clean up once I’m back,” Jay’s voice pulled me from my thoughts once more.

I nodded. “The fight club is closed and the championship fight will be postponed.”

“Until when?” Jay’s brows furrowed as he took a turn down a dirt road.

The gravel crunched underneath the tires of the SUV as I peered down at Y/N’s sleeping form, gently grazing a thumb over the bruise on her cheek.

“Until I bleed Roeg dry,” I seethed.

READER

I awoke on a silent scream, phantom hands around my throat as they pulled the air from my lungs, and hastily looked around the dark room. It was unfamiliar, only lit by the roaring flames of the fireplace. The all too familiar feeling of fear paralyzed me to the bed because I didn’t know where I was or how I got here.

Did Roeg find me and drag me here? Alexi’s men?

“How are you feeling?”

My head snapped to the left, seeing Eric leaning up against a closed door with his arms crossed over his chest. He was clean, the scent of soap and mint lingering in the air, and I sucked in a breath when I noticed no injuries on him. No bruises, no scratches, nothing. Then I remembered how his large bullet wound healed in front of me.

“I’m alright,” I groaned, adjusting my sore body to the bed.

I’d risen up so fast, it was just now settling how sore my body was.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“A safe house,” Eric answered, still in his same spot. “No one will find us here.”

I nodded with a hum and then looked down at myself noticing I was wearing a large shirt, nothing else.

“I changed your clothes when we got here. I didn’t look, I promise. Your other clothes were covered in blood and didn’t want it to get on the sheets,” Eric spoke almost as if he could read my mind.

“You didn’t wash me?” I teased with a brow.

This made Eric chuckle while pushing off of the door to take a few steps towards me. “I thought we could shower together once you woke up so you could see me naked.”

Silence fell between us besides the sound of the fire cracking and popping. The orange flames lit Eric’s path as he tentatively sat on the edge of the bed across from me. Images of what happened earlier came rushing back, along with all of the questions I had for him. I expected to feel rage for him hiding my sister's whereabouts from me but instead, I felt relief that he was in front of me.

“How long was I asleep for?” I asked, playing with the blanket that covered my lower half.

“Six hours.”

My eyes nearly dropped out of my head at his answer, not thinking I was out for that long. Maybe two hours but not six.

“It did take about four hours to get here,” Eric continued. “Jay drove us.”

“Do you trust him?” I couldn’t help but ask, given what happened with Greg.

Something dark flashed over Eric’s face. “Jay isn’t Greg. Jay has been by my side since day one, we can trust him with our lives, little crow.”

I chuckled with no humor behind it. “I’m pretty sure you said the same thing about Greg.”

A muscle in his jaw clenched. “Greg is taken care of.”

Images of Greg’s face smashed in appeared rather quickly and I felt nauseous all over again.

“He showed me something,” I said after a beat. “It was a picture of you and my sister in the fight club. She was wrapped in your arms and it didn’t seem like you were going to let her go.”

Eric hesitated but I didn’t give him the chance to come up with a bullshit excuse.

“Don’t bother lying to me. Roeg’s men told me that you were at his house when you saw my sister there. You’ve been lying to me for weeks about not knowing who my sister is. Why?!” I tossed off the blanket to rise from the bed, nearly falling due to my bad ankle.

“Y/N,” he reached for me. “You need to rest.”

“No!” I yanked my hand away from him, all the anger from earlier resurfacing.

From our fight in his office, to Roeg’s men attacking us, and then Greg. Today had been a long fucking day and I did not want to be brushed to the side with more of Eric’s lies. I wanted the truth and I wanted it now.

“Are you dating my sister?” I questioned with my hands on my hips.

The color of the flames bathed Eric in a sunset like glow but I hushed the voices in my head telling me how good he looked. I needed to stand my ground to get those answers, I refused to crumble because of my growing feelings for him.

“No,” he answered with a firm conviction meaning he was telling the truth.

“But you know her?”

Eric sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Yes. She was a frequent visitor to the fight club.”

I raised my hand up in the air. “Then why did you lie to me that first night when I asked you if you knew her?”

“Your sister is involved with a lot of deep and dark shit, Y/N. I lied to get you out of my club. You had no idea what you stumbled on that night and I was desperate to get you far away.”

I scoffed. “But you brought me back in. You invited me back to the fight club.”

He ran a hand over his face. “I couldn’t stay away from you. The best way I can explain it is the moment I saw you looking so lost in my office that first night, I was hooked.”

I did my best to ignore the way my stomach fluttered and asked my next question. “What is my sister involved in?”

“Can you sit down, please?” Eric patted the bed next to him. “You need to be resting. You sprained your ankle pretty bad, I don’t want you to risk it.”

As much as I wanted to be defiant, I had to admit that my ankle was screaming at me to sit down. Not only that but it hurt my ribs every time I took a breath which told me that those had to have been bruised. I didn’t have to look in the mirror to know I had a black eye since it was difficult to see out of it.

Eventually, I nodded and allowed Eric to help me back into the bed. He propped a pillow behind my head and then one underneath my bad ankle. Once I was comfortable, I urged him on with a nod.

“Your sister is in deep with Roeg. When she first started coming to the fight club, it was innocent. Then she started betting on the fights and found herself deep in debt. So she went to Roeg for a loan but ended up losing more money.”

“How much does she owe?” I asked, hopeful that if I pay off her debt she could come home.

I didn’t have much in my savings but I’d drain it for my sister.

“Half a mil,” Eric said.

Well, shit.

“How did you allow betting to take place? Isn’t it illegal?”

“It’s an illegal fighting ring, Y/N. Betting is the most tame thing that happens there during fight nights,” Eric’s lip twitched with a smile.

I stared past Eric’s shoulder towards the fire that began dwindling down to ash as I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, trying to make sense of everything.

“One of Roeg’s men said you saw my sister at his house when you showed up to make a deal,” I said.

He was still sitting on the end of the bed across from me when he nodded. “It was the night you moved in. I went there while you were asleep. I thought if I paid off your sister's debt Roeg would release her.”

Jealousy stung deep into my bones. “Why would you do that if you aren’t dating her?”

Eric shifted in his spot and I could see a flicker of indifference in his eyes as he fought with himself on how he should answer my question.

“It’s complicated,” he finally spoke with a deep sigh.

“How? If you’re not dating her then what? Are you fucking her?”

His hesitation was everything I needed to know. The urge to run out of this safe house, far away from Eric and never looking back was strong but I didn’t know where I was and I wouldn’t get far due to my bad ankle.

Eric was sleeping with my sister and he was willing to go pay off her gambling debts with Roeg in order to get her back. What did that mean for me? Would he kick me to the curb, divorce me, just so he could have my sister back in his life? The whole marriage was a sham, I knew that. But I could no longer ignore the feelings that grew every day we were together.

“I’m glad I was here so you could pass the time until my sister gets back,” I sneered, crossing my arms over my chest.

“It’s not like that,” Eric pleaded while rising to his knees so he could get closer to me.

“Then what is it like, Eric?” I snapped, gazing up at him through watery eyes. “Because I just found out not only do you know where my sister is but you’re also fucking her!”

“She liked me. Your sister tried after every one of my fights to sleep with me but I turned her down every time. I never liked her that way. The picture Greg showed you? It was a night where Roeg’s men cornered her in the club so I had them kicked out. She was thanking me, that’s it. I don’t have feelings for her that way,” Eric said.

“Then why were you willing to pay off her debts?” I shot back.

“Because when I found out she was your sister, I knew I had to do whatever I could to get her back. But Roeg would only release her on one condition.”

“Which was?” I asked with a raised brow.

Eric swallowed thickly. “You. Roeg wants you.”

I blinked. “Why? Why would he want me?”

“Because he knows you stumbled on the murder that first night. The hooker? She was Roeg’s mistress and he thinks you killed her.”

There were too many revelations tonight and I was afraid if I heard one more, I would crumble to a matter of air. I let out a shaky breath and wiped away a stray tear from my tender cheek.

“You could have given me up,” I muttered under my breath.

Eric lifted my chin with a finger, his warm breath fanning over my lips. I traced over the lullaby tattoo over his eyebrow with my gaze, drinking in the sight of how deep his eyes were. It felt like I was sitting on the ocean's edge, the tranquil peace becoming my home.

“You’re my wife, little crow. It may have started as something for your protection but now, I would rather die than let you out of my life. I like you, Y/N. More than I ever thought I would,” Eric proclaimed, resting his forehead against mine.

My heart lurched in my throat as I reached for his shirt, holding him close to me. “I like you too, Eric. Even though you’ve lied to me.”

“I did it to keep you safe,” he sat back on his knees so he could gaze in my eyes. “This life I dragged you in can kill you. Fuck, it has almost killed you. But I’ve realized my lies only put you in the crossfire.”

“It’s not your fault. But can you promise no more lies? We will deal with Roeg and get my sister back together as a team.”

He brought my palm to his lips, leaving featherlike kisses. “I promise.”

With a deep breath, I sat up straighter. “I’m sorry for the hurtful things I said to you earlier. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“I’m sorry too. It was wrong of me to say those things to hurt you. If you haven’t realized, I have sort of a tempter.”

I chuckled in agreement, seeing it first hand. Once more, a comfortable silence fell between us and when he stood from the bed, I held him back.

“I have one more question,” I said.

When Eric’s face scrunched up with confusion, I bit my lip before slowly raising the end of his shirt over his stomach to where I dragged my fingers over smooth skin. He shivered underneath my touch and I swore I saw his cock twitch underneath his sweats.

“I saw you get shot,” I whispered, not taking my eyes off the spot on his stomach where there had been a large wound. “You died, Eric. How are you standing in front of me?”

My nails dragged over the chain and lock tattoo then the good boy tattoo before I finally looked up at him. Those blue eyes were now dark as sin as he stared down at me. The air shifted around us, bringing with it a cool breeze from the open window and in a flash, the fire had gone out blanketing us in total darkness.

“Little crow,” Eric’s deep voice anchored me in the darkness.

“Don’t lie to me, please,” I begged.

Suddenly a soft click echoed in the quiet and the room was lit by the light on the end table next to the bed. Eric was kneeling in front of me on the bed and he held my hand against his chest. A different sound filled the air which gave me pause causing me to glance over my shoulder to the open window where a crow was perched on the ledge.

“What the fuck?” I cursed at how perfectly still the bird was.

Calloused fingers turned my face and I was met with Eric’s eyes again. “It all started a few years ago.”

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