#is it pathetic that i teared up making this cause i miss them sm ?

[lesbianlanarcher]

the brain rot persists, unfortunately.

[xotication]

mature themes | mdni ☆

cw: profanity, slapping, facial…

sometimes kaneki is mean.

i would say that he doesn’t mean to be, but he fully does. he’ll have you sprawled out in your sheets, mascara running & saliva dripping.

he’s telling you not to make any noise but it’s hard not to when he’s thrusting into you like this might be his last chance to do so..

for every sound you make it’s a slap to your face. your tears fall harder & he really does pity you. but he thinks you’re so beautiful. he loves that you let him treat you this way. that you trust him enough to allow him to fuck you like this.

he slips out of your cunt to make you sit on the ground with your back against the bed, & then he’s looming over you as he slips his cock into your mouth- relentlessly reaching the back of your throat.

“look at me..” he says, & when you do he makes sure to buck into you a little extra so that you lose your focus all over again.

there’s a familiar sting on your cheek, followed by another ask for you to look at him, & you do.

“say ahhh”

you try, you really do. you open your mouth as wide as possible, despite it being full & you quite literally choke on the word. “ahhh” it’s muffled, & gargled. ken laughs at you.

“you’re gorgeous, y/n.”

he says before making you choke once again.

kaneki let’s you breathe & you’re quite literally gasping for air. there’s saliva running down your breasts. not to mention a pool underneath you. something about kaneki treating you like you were merely nothing to him.. made you weak.

you liked when he used you like this, when he slaps you till your cheeks went numb, when he grips your hips so hard that there’s bruises in the morning, & ofc when he spanks you sm that it almost hurts to sit down or lay down

you’re still sat on the ground looking up at him.

“lemme see your tongue,” it lulls out of your mouth & you feel the weight of ken’s dick, “gonna cum all over this fucken face, okay?”

he moves the hair from your face & jacks himself off, the faces he makes are prettier than ever. how could you ever be mad at him for anything when he looks like that?

you can tell he’s getting closer by the way he’s bucking into his own hand, “fuck fuck fuck” he thrusts into your mouth once more, only before he cums & he purposely misses your mouth so that you can’t see.

he knows it’ll lead to you wiping your eye & when you do, his hand wraps around your neck, subtly choking you.

“did i tell you that you could wipe it off?”

you nod your head no.

“so pathetic. can’t even follow simple instructions, y/n.. i taught you better didn’t i?” he sounds so annoyed saying this as well.

although you know he’s right. he spent countless nights molding you into the prettiest slut that you could be for him. why you’re not listening all of a sudden is news to him.

you’re dazed in thought, causing him to release your neck.. only to use that same hand to slap you again.

“say sorry.”

“i’m so-rry, ken.. fuck”

“& stop fucking cursing”

always so unfair that he gets to but you don’t! :(

ken hooks his arms underneath yours to place you on the bed. he finds his pants & slips them on so that he can leave the room comfortably.

& he comes back with a warm rag to wipe all that sticky mess off your face! giving you small pecks in between wipes as well. so sweet of him, right?

when that’s done he runs you a bath & tells you to meet him in the bathroom.. “i can’t walk, kaneki!”

“ohhh.. that’s right.”

he comes to carry you to the bath >3<!

[mandalorianslut]

May I make a request? Of Din Djarin and reader. Where what if the reader and him are in a secret relationship being that only the cult and greef karga know they are together. Anyways what if reader gets jealous by how close bo and din are getting and she gets insecure because she feels like Din could do better than her and she believe that grogu and Din need someone like bo so she ignores din and when he finds out why? Maybe from Bo who noticed the jealousy then he spends all night heheheh smut ensues showing her how much she means to him and how he worships her?

omg this is such a cute idea I hope I did it justice (first time writing smut in awhile) ! thank you sm for requesting :) (this turned out a lot longer than I thought) 1.6k words oops-

You watch as Din and Bo-Katan sit down next to each other around the fire, Bo-Katan holding Grogu on her lap feeding him little pieces of meat, they look like a family. You watch as a helmetless Mandalorian walks up to the three and starts a conversation, you can only make out a few words but that's all you need “Your foundling is very cute, seems like he has two very caring parents.” your heart drops as you hear him say this.

 You stand up abruptly, no longer being able to contain your jealousy anymore, you can’t take another minute watching them. As you walk away you miss Din telling the Mandalorian about you, you miss his soft words as he speaks about you. 

Days pass and your jealousy and anger only grow, watching Din and Grogu hang around Bo-katan more and more. God this is pathetic you think to yourself, Din and you have spent months traveling together, you’ve spent nights in his arms but then why does it feel like that isn’t enough?

As you watch Bo-katan fight off a horde of cholganna that snuck up on Grogu, Grogu being distracted by a frog you can’t help but feel a sense of shame, it should be me saving Grogu, Im his caretaker but you couldn’t get yourself to move, you felt stuck, panic filling your lungs as you watched the cholgannas almost kill Grogu. You watch as Din rushes in grabbing Grogu and handing him to you before rushing back to help Bo-katan finish off the final cholganna. 

As you watch Din and Bo-Katan fight side by side you can't help but feel inadequate, you're not a Mandalorian, kriff you're not even that good of a fighter sure you can hold your own but you're nothing compared to either of them. 

As Din walks over to you and the child you can’t help the heavy feeling that fills your head, causing you to frown as he comes up next to you greeting you with a nod “cyar’ika.” he runs his gloved hand over your arm, checking you for injuries, 

“Are you okay?” he tilts his helmet down, running his hand over Grogu’s ears as he babbles nonsense.

I nod my head, shying away from his touch. “Yeah I'm-i'm okay,” you said through clenched teeth.

“Cyar’ika… are you sure? You seem off.” Din asks, concern filling his words.

You sigh feeling slightly bad for making him worry, almost forgetting about why you were upset in the first place.

You soften your gaze slightly as you look at him. “Yeah…no… I mean-” Before you can finish your sentence you see Bo-katan walk up beside him, taking off her helmet and nodding at you slightly before looking down at Grogu and saying “That was a close call wasn’t it buddy?” she lets out a humorless chuckle, softly petting his ears. 

You feel yourself tense up the feeling of jealousy and shame crawling up your spine.

“I think I’m going to go inside… it's a bit warm out for me,” you say handing Grogu to Din. As you walk away you feel tears threaten to fall, you will them not to not wanting to seem weaker than you already are.

As you walk away Din lets out a sigh, setting Grogu into his crib. He shakes his head not understanding what happened or if he did something wrong. Bo-Katan watches as you walk away frowning before her eyes light up with understanding.

She turns to face Din watching as he sets Grogu down into his crib.

“You know Din… I think your riduur might be a bit jealous,” she says watching as you disappear into the building.

Din's head shoots up at her words, a blush covers his face under the helmet at the use of riduur, he swallows “Why would you think that?” he says confused about what you could be jealous about, he was yours.

“I think- I think she's jealous of how much time we’ve been spending together.” Bo-Katan says, shaking her head slightly.

Din’s eyes widen under the helmet “You- I-” he’s flustered and confused, he really needs to find you and apologize.

Bo-Katan watches as Din speeds off in your direction, she sighs turning to Grogu with a slight smile “Your dad really is something else huh?” Grogu responds with a string of almost words seeming to agree with her.

As you sit in your room wallowing in self-pity and loneliness you hear your door open, you shoot up wiping your face with your sleeve trying to clean yourself up, making it look like you haven’t been crying. 

As Din enters the room he sees you standing quickly wiping your face trying and failing to hide your tears, he comes up to you and cups your face gently “Oh mesh’la, what's wrong?” He says words filled with worry.

Tears start to fall from your eyes, you try to blink them away but feel Din slowly wipe them away.

Din walks you both over to the bed, setting you down with arms wrapped around your shoulder “can i- can I- take a go at what's wrong?” he asks, seeming shy.

You nod your head, turning your body to face him, giving him your full attention for the first time in days.

He turns to look at you, “I talked to Bo-katan and she said you might be feeling jealous of her?” he looks at through the helmet watching as your face falls slightly looking away.

You feel heat rushing to your cheeks, turning away from him slightly. “It's not that I’m jealous I just feel like-like…” you swallow, tears welling up in your eyes “I feel like you don’t need me anymore.” you whimper out. As you look away feeling tears falling down your face you hear the hiss of him taking off his helmet.

He cups your face, bringing your forehead to his resting it on yours, “oh cyar’ika.” he coos “How could you possibly think that? Your the best thing that's ever happened to me, you make my everyday so much better, the suns and moons have nothing compared to you ner cyar’ika.” as he speaks he starts slowly unbuttoning your top.

You whimper slightly as his gloved hand grazes your chest.

He smiles at you chuckling lightly at your whimper. He pulls you into a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip, you let out a shaky moan, hands grasping at the sheets.

He continues undressing you, trailing his hands down your body, stopping just above your waistband, he pulls away from the kiss, holding your bottom lip between his teeth, he leans in close, you can feel his breath against your ear “Let me take care of you cyar’ika… please.” he sounds desperate.

You nod letting out a soft moan.

He pulls his hand away from your waist causing you to let out a whine, he chuckles slightly “Come on mesh’la I need words.” he whispers into your ear.

“Yes Din I-I want you to take care of me.” you whisper out heat covering your whole body.

He trails his hand down your body, taking off your pants in one swift move, leaving you all exposed for him all while he's wearing everything but his helmet. He slowly brings your legs over his shoulders pulling your cunt closer to him.

You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back as you feel his hot mouth engulf your pussy, “oh dank farrik Din please don’t stop!” you thread your hand through his hair unable to stop yourself from trying to pull his face deeper into your pussy.

He chuckles at your antics, his laugh sending a vibration through your pussy causing you to buck up into him. 

He continues exploring your pussy, his tongue licking and tasting every part of you it can. He pulls back, his whole face covered in your juices “Oh riduur you taste amazing.” he runs a finger through your slit, his finger glistening with your own wetness, he puts his fingers up to your lips “suck mesh’la.” 

You open your mouth, tongue wrapping around his fingers, your pussy clenching around nothing.

He throws his head back moaning as he watches his fingers disappear into your mouth, as he pulls them out he watches your face, your eyes glazed over with lust.

He brings his mouth back onto your pussy, wrapping his mouth right around your clit, your hands grasp the sheets, your moans bouncing off the walls.

You can feel yourself getting close “Din Din- I’m -I’m gonna I’m close” you whimper out. 

He hears your plea and sucks harder causing your legs to shutter threatening to crush his head, you feel your orgasm wash over you. 

Din doesn’t let up until you whimper and push his head away. He looks up at you, your eyes glazed over with lust. “How was that mesh’la?” he smiles, moving from between your legs laying down next to you on the bed.

You turn your head to look at him, your eyes filled with appreciation “Din- I- I love you so much.” you nuzzle your head into his neck.

He laughs, petting his hand down your back, “Of course cyar’ika.” he cups your face making eye contact with you, “Promise me that if you ever feel this way again you’ll let me know right away.” 

You nod your head “I promise and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything I'm so sorry I was just scared you’d agree with me.” you feel him shake his head against yours “I’d never feel that way, you're safe with me.” 

You slowly feel yourself falling asleep, your eyes getting heavy.The last thing you see before your eyes fully close is Din pulling the covers over you smiling down at you kissing your forehead “Goodnight riduur, sleep well.”

[minshookie]

High Ransom.

Pairing |Mafia!BTS x innocent!reader

Genre | smut, angst, dark themed, mafia AU.

Summary | “They all knew your mothers word was good for nothing, she’d never pay it back. So they settled for a painful compromise.”

!warnings! Please read this before reading the fic| 18+ mature language, perverse actions, virginity loss, violent sex, anal sex, oral fem and male receiving, financial struggle, parent death, strict and neglecting mother, cum eating, darcyphilia, urolagnia,slight hate-fuck,reader insert is of age, extremely naive & innocent insert. I do not agree or support any actions depicted in this fictional work,rape. !!NON-CON!! !!non-con!!

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 4k.

A/N: 200 Follwers?! Hi, I love y’all sm 🤧. But on a serious note, this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, I warned y’all. Also the longest one of written yet. I hope it isn’t too much :’) please excuse any mistakes or grammatical errors.

Could they be running late? Shivering you sat in the windowsill towel wrapped around you keeping a sharp eye for their large dark SUV you loved so dearly. They were supposed to be here today, right? Getting up you stretch your legs going to look at your heavily decorated calendar,‘Friends Day!!’ In bright pink informed you, yes indeed they were to be here today.

A smile crept on your face, the confirmation made you feel giddy, the thought of seeing them again made you excited beyond belief. “Y/n I just know you’re dressed and not dripping all over the carpet!” Your mother teased from the living room. You swore she had cameras on you, unraveling yourself you chose one of the few outfits she had put together for you for guest appearances. Closing the curtains, making them look as casual as you could. You then sat on the bed waiting for her to come inspect, counting her footsteps along the creaking wood floors. She crept into your room, a stern expression on her face, you could tell she was stressed with nothing positive to say she mumbled “Stop pulling that face you look exactly like your father.”

You stood from the drab mattress choosing not to respond, “wet spot on the floor?! What’d I tell you to do?!” You hung your head, why must she always scold you. “You told me to get dressed Momma.” She sighed, “and you chose to come in here and prance around, flood the floors and dilly dally instead!” You studied the minuscule dark spots on the carpet, “they’ll dry momma.” You whispered under your breath hoping she wouldn’t decipher your response.

“Excuse me?” She griped your cheek in a pinch making you pull your head up to face her. She took a step back releasing your face, she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “Y/n you’ll have stay in here, that dress has gotten too short on you.” She knew her words hurt you, seeing the boys was the only thing you looked forward to every month. Their attention sometimes felt like your only reason to go forward, to avoid conflict with your mother, their presence being a type of reward. She turned to go and your vision began to blur, tears warmly cascade your plumped cheek.

Leaving you alone in the room, you resume your position in the windowsill moving the curtains just enough to peak. Still no sign of them, maybe they’d given up on the money, left you for good and you couldn’t blame them. If you could leave you would too. At that moment all hopes were given up, no longer keeping an eye out you began to daydream... at least Momma would be happier no longer having to worry about the escalating debt.

Sulking in loneliness you barely noticed a white SUV pulling into their usual cut....whose this? You opened the curtains repositioning,hands in the glass knees on the jagged wood of the windowsill bench. Couldn’t be, oh but it was! You bounced like a hyperactive child, Hoseok climbed from the drivers seat handsomely waving directly at you. They all followed offering you waves and air kisses making both your stomach and heart do flips. Tumbling from the bench you run to your door eccentric to get your fix of attention, affection, friendship.

“Get back y/n, what did I say?” She was waiting for you to break her command, she knew you’d forget. “To stay in my ro-” “so why don’t you do as told for once?” You fought the bitter tears as they knocked on the door, You shuffled back into your cage of room like a kicked puppy. Shutting the door you sat on the floor compressing your ear along the hard wood.

“Ah, welcome! Come in take a seat can I get you a drink or a meal? Anything really.” She spoke with a quiver, she had nothing to pay them back with absolute zilch. “Where’s y/n?” You smiled warmly, that voice had to be Taehyung. “She’s in bed sick.” “Sick, she looked alright from the window.” Hoseok you idiot. “I’m sorry... you saw her through the window?”

“Ah Ah, we didn’t come to talk about the build of y/n’s room you know what he want.” Jin was all serous business, the room was silent. “Next month for sure.” She lied right through her teeth and they all knew it. “You said that last month, and the month before, and the month before that.” You held your breath, you hated it when they bickered she honestly didn’t have the money you two only lived in this house because it was your father’s property, and everything you got just by luck and the skin of your teeth. She simply couldn’t afford to borrow anymore, as the boys began to add impossible interest.

“Listen, we’ve let you off the hook because of your circumstances,we had a soft spot, we held you at a respect for your strength...but now the well is drying up on patience and your debt is growing into a monstrosity.” Namjoon gave his spiel

“Your husband may be dead, but honey you’re next if this money doesn’t turn up...and the plans they have for y/n aren’t cute, if you had any decency you’d get your ass off that insurance money and pay up, don’t forget you pay for protection and soon you’re going to start getting what you pay for.” Yoongi was rude whenever he came to collect, almost never staying for the excuses once ‘no’ or ‘later’ was uttered he’d head for the door, but today he decided to do otherwise.

The room fell quiet, and though your mother was cold and not much of a mother at all to you it pained you to hear her sobs and sniffing. You could tell the words being thrown at her stung her deeply. Curious to what was going on behind your door you decided to have a peak, and apparently you weren’t too good at sneaking. Your door cracked ajar, as if he knew it would happen you made direct eye contact with Taehyung.

“Boys I-I don’t know what you want from me you know the money isn’t in my possession right n-” “y/n! Come out from hiding kitten!” Opening the door you stood reading the room, your mothers face glistening, you know better than to disobey on purpose. “It’s ok y/n c’mon we want to see you.” Joon’s smile is so captivating his voice so relaxing, but your mothers gaze killed its power. “C’mon tell her she can come out.” Jin orders and your mother complies by giving you a nod of permission, sniffing over her concealed cries. It ached your but you were too excited to comfort her as you quickly escaped your confines.

“Ohh look at your pretty dress, come sit.” Taehyung pulled you onto his lap, “isn’t it pretty boys?” He pulled the fringes that decorated the bottom, barely reaching you mid thigh. “Everything’s beautiful on our y/n.” Jimin agrees, greeting you with a flirtatious wink. Making you smile into Taehyung’s chest. “Bashful girl.” His large hand rubbed your back soothingly.

“This delicate little thing around all those men with no one to help her, tsk could you imagine.” He glided his hand along your exposed thigh “that tickles.” Whispering into him you feel you face warm up. He hums in response, “want me to stop?” “No, I’ve missed you, I’ve missed all of you!” You turned catching all of their gazes, “same to you princess.” Jin chuckled, giving you a cheek kiss.

“Please let her-r go ba-ck now.” Their smiles faded, and you’d hate to admit it but yours as well. You’d usually never go against your mother but she just didn’t want to see you happy, ever. And you hated it. “Momma...I don’t wanna go back right now, can I be with my friends?” Her eyes stretched in shock and anger, the boys found your rebellion comedic letting a chuckle escape. “Y/n get back to your room now you have no clue what you’re playing with!” Her tone made you wince, no longer feeling bold you were about to comply. Taehyung griped your waist holding you back on top of him.

“And who are you to order someone around when you can’t follow orders yourself?” She sat speechless, “Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin...next month.” Her pleads were pathetic, even you knew it wouldn’t work this time. “No. Pay up today, or we’ll be taking some sweet sweet collateral.”At the moment you didn’t fully understand or care what exactly Taehyung was threatening, the only thing your brain could focus on being his rough palm griping and rubbing your inner thigh. The sensation caused a tingle within you, you couldn’t help but fidget in his lap. “Still tickling baby?” You nodded, a bit too flustered to speak.

“I-I I have a hundred or two I can give.” His hand ceased its motions, making you whine for more of the foreign feeling. He lifted a brow in suspect “You take us as a joke don’t you?” She shook her head frantically. “You just offered us not even a fraction of a year's worth of debt...you think we’re idiots, you think we won’t do what we say we will do you?” The tension made you uncomfortable as everyone glared at your mother for her response, you gripped Taehyung’s dark suit. “Hmph, okay Y/n, show us your pretty room Love.”

A simple request made your mother stand in protests, “going to get the rest of the money?” Yoongi asked knowingly, your mother trembled. Why was she so afraid, they only asked to see your room...maybe she was still upset over the wet spots. “No? Well I suggest you sit the fuck down.” Everyone left from their seat, “go on show us Petal.” He smiled in encouragement. You pulled Taehyung by his hand showing all of them into your seemingly empty room, nothing to embellish the space besides your curtains, calendar and bed.

“Very cute, very cute, right boys?” They hummed nodding while looking at the four bland walls around them. “Jungkook won’t you close the door please.” He demands the youngest, and he does as told, letting your catch a two second glance if your sniveling mother before your fate was sealed. “Lock it will you?” “Uhm it doesn’t lock.” You confessed plopping down on your plush mattress kicking your feet over the edge. “Ahh, Jungkook...make it lock.” He went to work and you watched curiously until your attention was taken by Taehyung climbing in bed next to you. “Very comfy.” He complemented.

“Oh, oh please take your shoes off.” You recited rules that were practically engraved in your memory. He laughed complying, “you heard her, shoes off.” They did as told, making your laugh at their unison actions. You turned to him with a smile still on your face, “want to see my closet?” “No, but I do want you to lay down.” You gave him an inquisitive look, you weren’t sick and you definitely weren’t tired. “It’s ok, I just wanted to play a game, a friends game.”

Oh how excited you were! A game with your friends! You laid down beside him your head rested on your pillow. “Ready?” You nodded eagerly, the rest of them watched closely. “Ok beautiful, I’m going to ask you some things and all you have to do is tell me if you’ve done it before...” he looked around at his men, they looked back with anticipation. “We’ll all play.” You nodded, beyond excited for this new experience.

“We’ll start easy, have you ever kissed someone?” Your face grew a dopey grin, “don’t be shy.” You nodded quickly, “oh? Show me how.” Sitting up a bit, you took his jaw, turning him to the side pecking his warmed cheek quickly. He smiled widely, “innocent little thing, here let’s try this.” He took your jaw in his fingers, coming in and ravishing your lips. Unknowingly you lay motionless as he took over the kiss, maneuvering you as he pleased. Pulling your slack chin he parted your lips, his tongue intruded sharing his taste. A tingle ran through you, you’ve never seen something like this let alone feel it. Taehyung pulled back trailing slobber as he lifted, “m-more more kissing!” He shook his head, laughing at your greed. “No no, there’s more to the game.”

Smirking he snuck his hand under your quaint dress, “ever let Somebody like me see your cute little panties?” You shook your head no, “let us see?” You eagerly pulled your dress up, “pretty in pink...wet your panties hmm?” Sheepishly you shut your legs, “sorry.” He rubbed your exposed tummy, “no don’t be sorry kitten, that’s great, so good.” He dragged his fingers along your pelvic area. “Yoongi, your turn?” Taehyung continued to brush your skin.

Yoongi stood from his seat on the floor in speciation. He brought his finger between your legs using his other hand to push your legs apart. “Ever felt something like this?” He ran his fingers up and down your middle, pausing along the top giving you an oddly familiar feeling that you loved. “Mm.” You moved a bit closer to the pleasure. “Yoongi stop, answer him y/n.” Nodding you yearned for yoongi’s fingers. “Don’t lie...show us.”

Rolling over you pulled a pillow from behind you positioning it between your legs as you lay on your side. “Go on.” Yoongi nudged you and you began to rub yourself, pushing the pillow firmer into your core whimpering as the pressure increased, “it feels so good!” “Naughty naughty y/n.” You continued to pleasure yourself, “mm I know, please don’t tell anybody.” Taehyung took the pillow rubbing his finger along the wet spot you left behind. “You ever cum sweetheart?” You squeeze your legs together hoping for pleasureful friction. “What’s that?”

“You’ve been rubbing yourself raw with no release?” He had a glint of pitty in his tone. “ I-I guess.” Yoongi had began his adventurous handy work once again and you couldn’t get enough. He sat beside you, looking into your eyes intently. “How’s it feel?” “Good, please don’t stop!” Taehyung pulled his partners hand away, “don’t give her too much Hyung.”

You pout squirming, itching with pent up sexual frustrations. “You both play like she’s a doll, she’s a woman, you know what she wants even if she doesn’t.” Jin came from his spot leaned against the corner, he came close stalking over your figure, “take these off.” He pulled your panties roughly you could hear the weak fabric give way as he stripped you.

“Careful.” You felt self conscious as they eyed your nude private area, Jin took over where Yoongi was removed, the direct contact could make you scream in joy, “close your eyes.” Jin ordered, and who are you to say no to the pleasure. A strange warmth took over your core making your hips jump uncontrollably “mhhm please.” “Hold her down Hoseok.” Even that simple second of neglect made you upset. Your hips were restrained and Jin continued his work, “sorry.” You opened your eyes to meet Taehyung’s gaze and a smile was plastered on his features, looking down at Jin who  was kissing your privates, so strange but so amazing.

“Oh please!” You couldn’t control your moans, closing your eyes, “too good princess?” “Mm too good.” Jin removed his lips from you “you're a savage Kim.” Jungkook comments eyes glued to your core, as if he couldn’t resist the view. “Some hair shows she is healthy n’ pure , but you wouldn’t know anything about that, you like your women whorish” He comments lewdly wiping his plump lips. They stood in speculation as you pressed your thighs together desperately. “Oh please! Jin please more!” You earned a hand over your mouth. In attempts to shut your pathetic whines. “Please don’t hurt her!” Your mother beat the door with concern. “Does she sound hurt, don’t make us do something we don’t want to, now go away!” Taehyung growled, before leaving the bed, he undid his pants the respect in you made you look away. “Ever see this before?” He climbed over you, too cowardly to peak, you kept looking into his dark irises. “Your private?” He laughed in your face, “my cock?” He sat on your legs trapping you. He pulled your dress over your head, fully undressing you with ease.

Taken over my temptation, Jimin groped your clothed chest “don’t touch her.” His command was final, Taehyung had been taken by the monster of greed and lust. “Go on look y/n.” Your eyes slowly traveled down, he had himself in his clutches stroking squeezing at the tip collecting the strange ooze on the tips of his fingers. Reaching he glossed your lips with his juices, “never wear makeup, this is all you need pretty girl.” The smell was strong and musky, curious you took a taste, sweaty and sweet. “Greedy girl...you know where this belongs?” He tapped you with his erect cock.

“I don’t think so.” He nodded, reaching below himself without hesitation he penetrated you with his index. “Ouch Tae!” His eyes stretched in surprise, “that hurts? Oh what fun you’ll be.” His finger stretched you slightly as he explored, thrusting softly, curly at the knuckle. Pulling his finger back, and a thick stripe of cloudy grool connects the two of you. “Shit, would you look at that.” They came looking as you lay victim Yoongi had pulled himself from his pants stroking himself shamelessly. Hoseok unbuttoned his top, his fist buried in his pants, while Jimin palmed himself giving you a warm smile, while Jungkook sat timid away from the action and Jin’s face set stoney, seemingly uninterested. Namjoon being the false comfort he was, he stood close, his bulge in your face as he stroked your hair.

Out of breath, the best you could muster being, “I’m sorry if it’s gross.” Lustfully he used your nectar to stroke himself sensually making violent eye contact in the act.

“Stop apologizing, this is the best cunt I’ve ever seen.” Using his foreign vulgar vocabulary he moved back, using his hands to get a better view of your most personal area. “Oh honey, you’ve never had anything in this sweet pussy of yours huh?” You shook your head, “no never.” You whisper. “Let’s change that yeah? Will you be a big girl?” You nodded body full of utter curiosity, what was coming for you the last thing you could have fathomed.

“Mm, you’re the sweetest thing on Earth y/n” he gazed into you, looking your shivering body up and down as if you two were completely alone. He lowered himself distracting you with another one sided kiss, this time though you attempted to participate.

Little did you know his hidden agenda, he gripped his girthy member, massaging it along your slickening core in search of your small entrance. “Ah Ah Taehyungie!” You squealed against his lips. He’d barely pushed into you and the pain was prominent “shh shh wouldn’t want to make momma upset.” He paused and looked down at your slightly connecting bodies. “Hmm Let’s play another game.” He reached for the pillow you were pleasuring yourself on, he placed it over your face constricting your air in the process, muffling your pathetic whimpers and mewls.

In one violent action...“TEAHYUNG!” Your throat felt as if it would collapse,He forced himself into your constructing entrance ripping your walls you felt yourself struggle to become accustomed his size. His pace inhuman. You gasped for air,the pillow blocking any gasp you could get. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe Tae!” He kept his murderous stroke speed pulling the pillow from your face you heaved, sobbing, screaming begging for freedom. “Shut the fuck up!” It could’ve been the tears, or haze of pain, but this wasn’t your friend anymore.

Taehyung’s face as contorted in sick pleasure inconsiderate of your wellbeing he gripped your hips fucking into you aggression never seen before. “T-Tae please we’re friends don’t hurt me!” You cried out for his mercy. “Hold her fucking mouth Min.” He obliged, his hand slick from his own juices. He stood over you griping and jerking his member, keeping his eyes on yours. “Close your damn eyes, your crying is going to make me soft.” That only made you cry more, the treatment you were getting from Taehyung caused an ache you couldn’t help but sob from. “It i-it fucking hurts!” You let the filth spill from your mouth as you groaned with every thrust, your statement muffed by Yoongi’s palm.

“Close. Them. Now.” Stubbornly you kept staring, you won’t obey them, friends aren’t supposed to to hurt you, ever. “Ahh fuck.” Yoongi began to vandalize your face, removing his hand from your mouth pulling your hair to aim for your mouth. “Ah shit shit.” He continued to stroke grumbling heinous names under his breath. “My eyes please help me momma,it hurts momma!” He’d spurted right in your eye and he knew it. “I told you to close them idiotic bitch, you obey us you’ll be alright.” He took your discarded panties wiping your eye.

You didn’t listen to his angered grumblings...She didn’t respond, she left you to suffer, you were being naughty and she could hear and she left you to suffer. The pain in your eye became dull as you became numb to Taehyung’s assault. “She left you, that bitch left you in here to get fucked, and you’re going to take everything we give thanks to mommy dearest...no one is going to rescue you.” Yoongi growled I’m your ear, you turned from him. His seed still rests on your pained features.

Taehyung pushed his thumbs roughly into your abdomen making you cry out. “Your cunt is still so tight, mm fuck stop clenching like that- I’m gonna fucking- oh shit.” He sent his seed deep into you, the sensation was sickening you began to dry heave having nothing in you to throw up. “Throwing up sweetheart?” You ignored his false concern, he gripped your hair. “Think twice before you do, you’ll be cleaning it with that pretty mouth every drop.”

Your face drenched in tears, snot and slobber, and the seed of another, you lay in defeat. He pulled his member for your stinging and burning feeling settled between your legs. “Nice job, you’ve beat her bloody.” Jin grumbled coming near, your entrance oozed a mixture of his cum and blood from your lost innocents. His finger brushed against your puffy injured vulva, “please no no nooo!” You instinctively backed away from the contact.

“My turn princess.” Your eyes closed, you could tell it was Jimin planning his attack. “Please Jimin, you’re still my friend right?” You Sobbed to weakly to even look into his eyes, Jimin had to put an end to it or it wouldn’t end at all. “I treat all my girlfriends this way, hm don’t worry baby it won’t hurt-” you heard him wander closer, “just open up.” You refused, turning your head away from his voice, “Ah y/n don’t be that way.” He slightly scolded pulling you back his way by your jaw, “open your mouth y/n.” You opened your eyes, glaring at him, your right eye blurring and irritated. He rubbed his member along your pursed lips. “No?” He leaned over, his member in his over hand. “Open. The. Fuck! Up.” He slapped your pussy harshly with every word, already sore you cried out, begging for mercy.

He took the opportunity, plunging his cock down your throat, gagging you choked and cried. “Yah stupid Bitch watch your teeth!” He gripped the back of your head, another agonizing ordeal. Your throat was sore from the screaming and now your throat was being rubbed roughly by Jimin’s third leg. “I’m gonna c-cum, and you’re gonna swallow all of it and you’re gonna keep it down.”

You couldn’t protest, you got used just as before you closed your eyes and prayed for it to be over as quick as it started. Hoseok neared you like a predator, “careful she’s sore.” You opened your eyes quickly, he had his pants completely off, his member erect his shirt open his sculpted body on display. You sobbed around jimins member as he took his time fucking himself into you. “I’m not putting my prick I that mess.” He referred to your battered entrance, he placed his clock between your folds, rubbing himself their. Even the subtle pressure gave you discomfort, “hey! Watch those fucking teeth slut!” Jimin beat the back of your head, picking up his pace.

“She sounds so fucking nasty.” Namjoon pulled himself out of his trousers “choking and gagging, fucking whore I wouldn’t fuck you even if your mom offered all the money she owed.” Namjoon insulted, pulling closer, “what an asshole.” Jimin grunted in retaliation. “This is all you’ll get from me.” Namjoon leaned over you, assaulting you relieving himself on your quaking body. “You sick bastard!” They found Namjoon’s action sickly humorous. He moved to your face, you tried to stop breathing in fear of inhaling it. Warmly it dribbled over you. “I bet you fucking enjoyed it.”

Jimin pushed your damp head down on him as he exploded in your mouth, that scene being all he needed to find his high. His seed was salty and less sweet; he tasted repulsive. You gagged as he removed himself, you leaned over the bed in utter pain heaving. “AHT HEY!” Taehyung cupped your mouth, “swallow be a good girl.” He rolled you back, you tried but your body refused, you gagged against his musty palm. Jimin pinched your nose “take it, take it, take it!” Air became scarce, you gulped ingesting his warm seed, the taste blanketed your throat.

They let you breathe, Hoseok found his release on your tummy, scooping it with his agile fingers he force fed you. “Please...n-no...more.” “Shut up, your breath reeks.” Your stomach flipped, you were going to be sick soon. “Roll her over.” Jin instructed, and of course they followed you let them do as they please, not like you could stop them. “Your pussy is beautiful, but I love a nice ass.” He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall. Spitting vulgarly, stroking himself. “Bite the pillow.” He pulled you up by your waist. Using his thumb he rimmed you.

Getting positioned he spit on your hole. The room was quiet. “Bite it hard.” He pushed himself mercilessly barely breaking through, “tight little bitch.” Your screeching earsplitting You’d become unconscious soon the pain was excruciating, you knew you were bleeding. “Please! I’ll do anything!Please not this, no more of this!” Finally he bottomed you out, “this is what love feels like, hmph remember that.” Jin growled fucking into you barely able to keep a pace.

Your vision blurred, slurring was your only form of speaking back, covered in piss and cum, tears and snot. Drooling all over yourself like an imbecile, bleeding. They’ve used you out, good for nothing you fell into the void of unconsciousness, sweet relief.

A dull jabbing welcomed you back into the real world, no way was this some sort of  twisted dream the disgusting smell registered back into your senses. The smell was you. “Fucking hell Jungkook finish already.” You’d been sick all over the mattress in your sleep, your mouth stale and stiff.

“I’m so sorry y/n I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Blinking you looked over your shoulder, tears streamed his rounded face. “Ugh so sorry.” He gagged looking at your abused figure covered in bodily grime. “P-please turn around so it can be over.” Pitying you he held his head down shamefully thrusting to unwanted orgasm. He too filled you warmly pulling out quickly, scurrying to the corner losing his breakfast. “H-hy-'' he retched again. “Let’s go please, let’s leave.” He begged holding his stomach, Jungkook is still your friend, right? You could see he didn’t want to hurt you...

They put their clothes back on lazily.

“Be a peach and tell your mother we’ll be back next month on the dot, hopefully you won’t have to cover her tab two visits in a row huh sweetheart?”

“I hate you, all of you.”

“Ah, but we love you, and we always will.”

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SHE

— in which juliet reveals her darkest fears

characters / juliet kang, boo yuna

words / 1.8k

warnings / this is sad, angsty and quite a heavy piece, mentions of past self harm, suicidal thoughts — if i missed anything please let me know!

Juliet’s always felt like this. She’s always felt like crap, right from the beginning. She’s not entirely sure what caused her to feel bad today, maybe it was the fact that she had woken up at six o’ clock today which would be the third day in a row she’d woken up after the sun had gone down, or maybe it was because she had missed two dance practices and the third was looming over her as she chose to lay in bed in the darkness instead.

With the comeback happening awfully soon Juliet knows she’s disappointing her trainers, she’s disappointing the team, heck, even disappointing the company as Jangmi would say. She wished she could get out of bed but it wasn’t that simple, something was dragging her down, she constantly felt as though she had this weight on her shoulders and no matter what she would do it would never leave her.

As long as she’s known, she's always had this weight. She was hardly the favourite child, never the girlfriend or never even the ‘best’ friend, she always thought she had little to lose. Juliet would care more about her role in life if only she hadn’t realised she was nothing but a downgrade or a placeholder at such a young age, still, she felt weighed down. Lately, the weight had become more and more suffocating and way more harder for her to deal with, like it was pushing her down into a deep river and drowning out any last positive thoughts she could conjure up.

She’s tried all the remedies. She has used her mother’s advice of getting up and out, enjoying the outside world, getting some exercise in but that never worked. She’s tried to find healthy coping mechanisms, art, dancing, singing, but now she’s not even sure if she likes it anymore. This job has taken so much from her. She used to enjoy the rush of performing on stage, the cheers would give her so much adrenaline and the fans always made her day. Now every day is more draining than the last, the choreographies bored her and she could barely muster any energy to sing.

None of those so-called solutions worked, they never did. Even the temporary relief from the bad decisions never lasted as long as she wanted it to, as long as she needed it to. Her hand fell down to her thighs, the scars were faint, a simple reminder of just how much she feels all the time. She has regrets, god she has so many. She can never get back all the dignity she had lost during those months, sometimes she questions if she wants it back. Was her dignity even worth losing? It’s not like she had much of it to start with.

Some days she wishes she just hadn’t run away and auditioned for SM, then maybe she’d still love the things that used to make her happy. Occasionally, she does imagine what her life could have been like if she didn’t audition for SM, for one she thinks her parents would love her a lot more than they do now, not that they’ve ever said it. She could’ve continued down whatever path they chose for her, making them “the happiest parents ever” and her brother wouldn’t have had to carry the burden of fulfilling the family legacy — not that having a baby at the ripe old age of nineteen was really helping that.

She liked to describe her life as a line, a long red line that would twist and knot with every significant moment. To Juliet she felt as though she could just cut the line at any point, no thoughts. Just like the fates, she was Aptropos and she had the shears to decide when things would end. She always thought, what was the point of continuing the line if all that was left were ugly little knots.

“Hey Juliet! Where we–”

She hadn’t realised it until her bedroom door had burst open but she had balled herself up into a corner on her bed, her hands were bunched up in her hair and strands had fallen all around her.

This was probably Juliet’s worst fear, someone seeing her in one of her weakest states. She didn’t want to look up at whoever just came in, simply hoping that they’d leave.

“Are you okay?” It was Yuna. She sounded uncomfortable, she wasn’t sure what she should do, Juliet was clearly not okay, anyone could see that.

The silence was thick between them. Juliet had started shaking, almost rocking back and forth in her corner.

“Juliet?”

“I don’t know what to do,” Juliet’s voice was shaky, “I don’t know what to do.”

“What are you talking about?” Yuna kept her voice soft, quickly closing the bedroom door and rushing over to the bed.

“I-I keep having these th-thoughts and I’m so scared, Leyla.” The last half of her sentence came out more like a choked sob, her English just barely coming out. She had to admit the truth to herself, she’s scared. She’s scared of everything. Every year always seems to add on something worse to the last and she couldn’t take it anymore. She feels hurt, even when she’s not supposed to be. She doesn’t know what to do anymore and she’s afraid of the places her mind can take her.

Yuna’s eyes widened, she had called Yuna by her English name, something she was so sure the other girls had forgotten about. God, Yuna hadn’t heard that name in ages but in all honesty she loved hearing it again and it warmed her heart that Juliet had remembered, even that she had called her that.

She placed her hand on Juliet’s back, finding that she was freezing cold. Yuna was not expecting the face that had greeted her when Juliet looked up. Juliet’s face had been replaced by what looked like the shell of her once bright expression. Her eyes were deep-set and dark, her cheeks hollow and her skin so pale it almost looked like she was dead. Her mind raced as to what could’ve possibly got Juliet to this state, she always seemed so happy.

“It’s okay, this will pass.” She wasn’t sure exactly what to say in this situation, if Juliet’s talking about what she thinks she’s talking about.

“You don’t understand! It won’t!” Tears ran down Juliet’s face like it was nothing, she doesn't even notice them anymore. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard that? How many times I’ve repeated that to myself in hopes that it would come true?” She knows her anger is misplaced, Yuna’s just trying to help, but she can’t help it.

“I’m so tired, Leyla, I just want to go,” Juliet swallowed thickly, “I just want to go to bed and never wake up, I’m tired of living a life that I can’t enjoy.”

“Jules...” Juliet could almost hear the disappointment in her voice, just like everybody else she’s ever dared to tell this to. She drags her eyes away from Yuna’s and down at her duvet, she really didn’t want to know what Yuna was thinking.

“Can I just talk to you? Like just... just words, between us?”

Yuna nods, propping herself up on the bed, shivering as her back touched the cold wall. She pulled Juliet into her, if there was one thing she always knew to do it was to keep her close in her arms.

“Everyone has something they hate, right? Whether it be irrational or not.” Juliet fidgets in her seat, “I don’t know about everyone else but mine’s irrational, so irrational you’d probably think I was disgusting.”

Juliet could just tell Yuna’s chuckle was slightly forced, anyone would try and laugh in what felt like such an uncomfortable silence.

“It’s showering. I hate showering, it’s so... vulnerable and I can’t stand it.” Even she had to laugh just at how pathetic she sounded. “You know I try, I do, I can’t just not shower because that actually would be disgusting and that’s not what I want. It’s just that everytime I think I’m okay I go and have a shower and suddenly every bad thought I’ve ever had comes rushing back.”

Yuna can only nod in understanding.

“Ever since Lyra left I’ve had to drown out silence with anything, usually it would be music but some things I just can’t bear to listen to anymore and it sucks. It’s like everything that happened to her was my fault and I can’t handle it. I can’t be left alone anymore, I can’t and I know this. However, there’s nothing I can do to change that.” Her tears had stopped, instead her head was turned away from Yuna’s, resting against the wall and on top of her arm.

“I feel like whenever I’m around other people I bring destruction, y’know?”

“Oh that’s not true!” Yuna frowned.

“How would you know? No offence but you’ve only been in my life for like a year and a half and clearly you haven’t seen everything.” Juliet scoffs.

This would be the perfect time to tell her about what really happened last year but Juliet quickly decided that that would be another can of worms she’d rather not open. Not now.

“Well that’s gotta stand for something, I mean you haven’t hurt me and I don’t see you doing it in the future.” Yuna’s hopeful, Juliet’s glad that she is but she knows the truth — that she’ll always push those closest to her away until it’s far too late.

“And hey, if you can’t be alone then you don’t have to be!” She squeezed Juliet’s arm, “I’ll always stay by your side and if you get sick of me I can go but I’m always available!”

For the first time in a while Juliet smiled, she genuinely smiled. It was comforting to know Yuna wasn’t going to give up on her, she knew that any of her other members would probably give her the same sentiment but she’d known them for three years and they all had their own shit to deal with, none of them would ever really stick by her side at all times. Of course she had no way of knowing whether Yuna would live up to her words but through the year she’s known her she didn’t think she wouldn’t. Yuna seemed like the sweetest, even back when she watched her on Produce she was only nothing but nice to the other trainees, and she always looked a little lonely around the dorms, she didn’t even have a roommate which wasn’t exactly helpful when moving into a group of six other girls she didn’t know. It wouldn’t hurt for them to bond a little.

She stuck out her pinky finger, “Promise?”

“Promise.” Yuna grinned, locking her pinky into Juliet’s.

[kinqjaehyxn]

Surprise

— johnny suh

genre: angst 

warning(s): breakups, single parent

word count: 1,045

a/n: omg im SUPER excited for the superm tour AHHH 

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"You have to be quiet Taewoo, it has to be a surprise." You whisper to your 5 year old son. 

You were at the SM building to surprise Johnny during practice. He had been so busy with practice for their upcoming album these past few days and you hadn't seen him in weeks. You missed him dearly, but to your surprise, your son seemed to miss him more than you. Johnny wasn't the biological father of your son, although you wish he was. He treated your little boy as if he was his own child. You were so glad to see the two of them get along so well; it made your heart melt every time you saw those two together. 

You two had met each other at the park while you were supervising Taewoo. He ran off in the blink of an eye causing you to panic. Not long after, Johnny had brought him back to you, holding Taewoo's tiny hand. You graciously thanked him over and over, to which he laughed at. The media had gotten pictures of you three and it spread all over the internet like wildfire. He reached out to you after your social media was leaked and offered to take you and Taewoo out for dinner as an apology for the whole mess. 

Despite only being together for 6 months, everyone loved you and Johnny together, including the fans. They would yearn for more Instagram videos that you would post when Johnny and Taewoo were playing with each other. Sure, there are some fans that didn't want you in the picture, but Johnny would always remind you that your relationship is for the both of you and nobody else. You were so thankful to have Johnny as a boyfriend; he was everything you could ever dream of.

Taewoo holds your hand tightly as the two of you walk down the hallway, excitement rushing through his petite body. "Do you think he's gonna like the drawing I drew for him?" He asks cheerfully, causing you to giggle. 

"Of course sweetie, he’ll love it!"

You got closer to his usual practice room, heart beating faster and faster. You wouldn't wait to wrap yourself in his arms again, missing the fresh scent that radiated from his body. The more steps you took, the clearer you could hear his sweet voice through the slightly opened doorway. "Okay, ready Taewoo? On the count of the three, we surprise Johnny!" You whisper and he jumps with anticipation. "One, two, thr—"

Before you could even finish counting, another unfamiliar voice began to speak. "You're doing great Johnny," The deep voice said. "Y/N and Taewoo have gotten great attention from everybody, this will boost the next album up remarkably. Keep it up for a couple more months and you'll be done."

You could barely hear the footsteps coming to your direction as you registered what you just heard. The door swings open to reveal a staff member walking out, smiling at you as he walks away. You can't help but stare at Johnny as he makes eye contact with you, praying that you hadn't heard what was just said. 

"Surprise!!" Your little one exclaims, running up to Johnny with open arms. 

Johnny snaps out of his trance, bending down to pick up Taewoo and spin him around. "Hey big guy, long time no see!" He says, voice slightly shaking with nervousness. 

"Mhm, I grew taller! Just wait, I'll grow taller than you in 10 days!" He brags. 

Johnny brings him back to the ground, tickling him as Taewoo's laughter bounces off the tense atmosphere. "Look, I made you a drawing!" He gives him a colourful paper, smiling from ear to ear. 

"Wow, it looks amazing kiddo! Thank you!" Johnny stares at the cutely drawn picture. 

"Thanks, I'm gonna go play with uncle Jaehyun now, bye!" He says cheerfully, running off.

You wait for Taewoo to leave before you speak. "Please tell me that I heard it wrong," You quietly say, unable to look Johnny in the eyes. 

Silence. You felt the tears burning your eyes, the feeling of betrayal and hurt coursing through our body. Johnny was at a loss for words, feeling absolutely pathetic. "Listen, I can explain okay—"

"Explain what? That you took us out that night as an opportunity to gain attention when you know damn well that you had eyes watching you? Was our whole relationship a lie? I thought you loved us," You broke down, not caring if you were a crying mess. 

"I do love you okay? It's just a misunderstanding." He tried to walk closer to you, but you took a step back. 

"A misunderstanding? You used Taewoo, my son, as a prop for some stupid publicity stunt? How could you?" You tried not to raise your voice, afraid Taewoo would hear you two arguing. 

This hurt Johnny more than anything, he didn't want to lose both of you, he loved you with his whole existence. He was heartbroken and so were you. "Y/N," He moved to grab your hand, but again, you backed away.

"Don't," You warn. "Just stay away from us." 

You pivot your heel and storm out of the practice room. Wiping your tears, you greet Jaehyun with a gentle smile and politely tell him that you and Taewoo had to leave. The two said their goodbyes and you carry Taewoo back to your car, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. "Where's Johnny mommy?" His sweet voice asks.

Your heart shattered. swallowing the lump forming once again at the back of your throat. "We're not gonna see him for a while okay?"

He pouted as you buckled him into his car seat. "Aw man. Is he going on vacation?" He asks innocently.

You bit your lip and nodded, kissing his forehead. You buckled yourself into the driver's seat and drove off, away from the SM building. Johnny watches through the window as your car drives off, his entire world crashing down on him. His tears rolled down and fell onto the drawing that Taewoo had drawn for him. He looked at it once more, facing the fact that he had just lost two of the best things that ever happened to him for good.