#jin woon smut

[sylusjinwoon]

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afternoon delight.

sylus x (non mc)fem.reader

warnings: an 18+ thirst post; minors don’t interact.

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the moment sylus decided to slot his lips between your legs, you knew you were in for a treat.

your day started out normal enough; after having lunch that afternoon, sylus had invited you to workout with him and you quickly obliged. since he was so busy, it was often rare to spend any amount of time with him. he was dressed in his usual workout clothes, with his fists wrapped up and ready to go, and each time he walked in front of you, you take a moment to admire the thickness of his backside.

upon entering the basement that held all of sylus’s gym equipment, you watch as he headed towards the punching bag while you opted for the stationary bike. a holographic woman greets you and asks you to join her in a biking journey all across the universe. as her voice drones on and on about the sights, you were barely paying attention as you kept your gaze on sylus.

your eyes look past the hologram, nearly salivating each time sylus moves. with his fists clenched, you watch as his biceps seemed to tighten in response, revealing the delicious veins that surround his pale skin. your hungry gaze continues to move downward, taking in the sight of the prominent bulge that was settled in the front of his shorts, making your knees go weak as you struggled to keep pedaling.

sylus must have heard your soft whimpers when he suddenly stops his training, still in mid-punch. he frowns at you, eyebrows furrowed as he picks up the bottom of his tank top to wipe the sweat from his brow, giving you the perfect view of his perfectly sculpted abs. your mouth goes dry at the sight, and you were so focused on those hard wall of muscle that you missed the way sylus’s lips were tilted up in a knowing smirk.

he hums, releasing the fabric of his tank top before heading to the fridge. your legs had completely stopped pedaling now, eyes watching his every move with fervor. your lover doesn’t acknowledge your heated gaze, simply uncapping the water bottle to take copious gulps from it. the air comes out of your lungs in slow, uneven breaths, simply watching as sylus drinks his water all while admiring the way his adam’s apple bobs with each gulp. your mouth suddenly turns dry upon seeing a single droplet of water trail down his jawline and onto the base of his throat.

by then, the ache between your legs became all too prominent, all too painful for you to ignore. it were as though you were caught up in a trance, coming off of your bike while stepping closer to sylus. he sees your form approaching him and smiles. “want a sip, sweetie?”

you wordlessly take the bottle from his larger hands, licking at your bottom lip before tilting the bottle upwards and into your mouth, draining the entirety of the bottle with one last swallow before tossing the emptied plastic to the side.

you were no longer thinking clearly the moment you slide down his body, earning an amused chuckle from sylus. he keeps watching you with an eyebrow quirked, causing a light purr to escape from your parted lips as you gripped at the waistband of his shorts, pulling it down in one, swift motion as you revealed his half-hardened cock.

you press your head against him, taking the mushroom tip of his cock into your mouth, your tongue curling against the veins felt pulsating against it. he groans, hands already going to your hair as you worked on sucking his cock to full hardness with your hot mouth and stroking whatever part of him you couldn’t fit with your hands. you licked away the beads of precum, not minding the strange and bitter taste of it solely because it was coming from him. you continue to pleasure him, bobbing your head and forth until you felt the familiar twitch in your mouth, ready to drink up all he had to offer when he suddenly pulls away from you.

within seconds, his thick cock was out of your mouth, his hands already gripping at your hair as he forces you to meet his gaze. you caught a glimpse of his dilated eyes before he tosses you over his shoulder, whispering harshly in your ear, “let me return the favor, kitten.”

he walks until arriving at the showers settled off to the side of the personal gym. he strips himself of the rest of his clothes while practically ripping off the fabric of yours with a low growl. a whine of protest manages to escape from you, but such protests were immediately swallowed by the sheer intensity of his kiss.

never once removing himself away from you, he enters the walk in shower and turns on the faucet, allowing the hot water to slide down your sweaty bodies. but you barely payed attention to the steaming waters felt cascading down your form, entirely focused on sylus as he seemed to deepen the kiss. your lips were locked in a battle for dominance with the leader of onychinus, letting out a gasp when sylus manages to slam your back against the slick, shower walls.

“you’re so naughty.” you whisper breathlessly against his lips, feeling him trailing hot kisses down the side of your neck. he chuckles darkly in response to your statement, gently biting down against your shoulder while saying your name.

“oh, i’ll show you just how naughty i can be.” mischief was seen gleaming in his gaze when he spreads your legs out with the palm of his hand, making you tremble when you saw how the shower made droplets of water appear across his hair. he was already devastating to you out of the shower, yet such a sight of him beneath the spray of water was enough to make you cum right then and there.

while sylus presses his face against your entrance, your hands automatically delve themselves into his hair. much like how you did with his cock in your mouth, sylus indulges himself on the sheer taste of you. his tongue traces over your labia, collecting the arousal that coats your pussy lips with a groan. as his hot mouth was felt exploring your slick heat, you knew that sylus was going to take you to heaven.

your grip on his hair tightens when sylus introduces a finger into your aching cunt, making some scissoring motions as he sought to drink up all you had to offer. your moans echo throughout the shower stall, feeling the onslaught of his tongue and thick fingertips being too much for you. your juices were felt escaping from you in waves, and before your cunt could tighten around sylus’s fingers and the tip of his tongue-

he pulls away from you-

earning a choked sob from you. you were so close to feeling the sweet sensation of your release, only to have it be ripped away from you. tears dot your vision, and you were close to yelling profanities at sylus had he not lifted your leg up, allowing your ankle to brush against his shoulder before his cock swiftly enters you.

the moment his cock was completely sheathed within you, the ache was immediately gone. however, (embarrassingly enough), you became so sensitive that you felt yourself releasing on his cock, spilling yourself on him as sylus winces in response, feeling your walls gripping at him almost painfully.

“fuck.” sylus takes a moment to reorient himself, settling the palm of his hand against the wall while keeping your legs in an upright position with his other hand. once he feels the convulsion of your walls die down, a wolfish grin paints his expression. “aw, what’s this? did my princess already cum? since you’re satisfied, maybe i should stop?”

he was teasing you, already working removing his cock from your core when you began begging at him to stay. “no please…! one time isn’t enough…! n-need you so bad, sy!”

a dark chuckle was heard when sylus decides to drill himself back into you, the squelching sound of your eager pussy swallowing his cock while echoing throughout the shower. he pounds himself into you with a growl, feeling his cock growing within your cunt as his balls kept hitting at your ass. “you’re always s’tight f’me.”

sylus literally continues to fuck you against the shower wall, with his cock reaching the deepest parts of you, parts you didn’t even know even existed. the red hot pleasure you felt seemed to increase by a tenfold, making you lose all of your senses as sylus continued to drill himself into you.

you were vaguely aware of another dark chuckle coming from him, with his thrusts quickening as you struggled to catch your breath. “y’know, this is what you get for being such a damn tease. i saw the way you were lookin’ at me, riding that bike, wishin’ that you were riding me instead.”

your lover’s dark words were enough to make your walls tighten around him, with you letting out a moan as sylus places your leg off of his shoulder and around his waist. “come f’me… come on, princess, come f’me, wet my cock with your sweetness.”

with a hiss of his name, you arch your back against the shower wall, spilling yourself on his cock. he feels the way your warm juices slides down the length of his erection, earning a choked groan from him as he works on pumping himself into you. with one final thrust, sylus stills his hips, releasing his seed directly into you as you swore you felt him filling at your womb.

your breasts were heaving in tune with your uneven breaths, feeling sylus weakly thrusting his hips in and out of your cunt. only when he was certain that he was completely emptied did he finally stop, catching his breath as the crimson quality of his eyes returned to him.

you felt your own, post-fuck clarity begin to kick in, simply basking in the pinpricks of pleasure as you wrapped your legs around his waist and gently grind against him for good measure. sylus ends up scoffing at your movements, wincing when he felt you squeezing at his now limp cock. “tch, what am i going to do with you…? you just love pushing my buttons.”

“heh, so do you, sy.”

he rolls his eyes before wrapping both hands on your ass, ready to pull out of you and finally wash off when you refused to let him go. a handsome smirk paints his expression when he quirks his brow at you once more. you giggle and bite at your bottom lip, giving him an innocent expression when you sweetly ask, “since we’ve already made such a mess, why don’t we enjoy ourselves and have some more rounds?”

the fire seen within sylus’s gaze and the way he was felt hardening inside of you was all the confirmation that you needed, feeling him use his strength to bounce you up and down his cock as he shakes his head,

“you’re lucky you have me wrapped so damn tightly around your fingers, sweetheart. because i can never deny you of your wants and needs.”

a.n. - the chokehold sylus has me in ever since i unlocked his workout quality time 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

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MASTER OF ME

SUMMARY sylus purchases a kitten hybrid from an auction and dotes on her very, very well.

WARNINGS kitten hybrid, pet play, collars, leash, nipple play, clit play, mirror sex, explicit smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, master kink, language, overuse of the kitten petname, riding, clawing, possessive behaviour, slight humiliation and degradation, sylus is soft for his kitten

DAWN SAYS couldn't stop thinking about sylus and his fave kitten hybrid ...,....,,,. so now you all have to suffer with me ,,,, inspired by this post

"Who do you belong to, kitten?"

Your thighs burned with the effort to keep yourself upright, your vision going blurry from how heavenly his thick cock felt rutting against your gummy, slick walls.

"Mhm," you moaned, arching your back, the tinkling chime of your collar accompanying the sloppy symphony of your bodies meeting together in carnal bliss.

Sylus was brutal with his ministrations, one hand wrapped around the bubblegum pink leash clasped to your pink diamond-studded collar; the sight of his engraved name on the tag shining in the moonlight filling him with a sick surge of masculine pride.

"Come on, kitten," he goaded, leaning in to run his tongue under the line of your collar, making you shiver. "Answer me. Who do you belong to?"

The sound of your heavy breathing and his ragged grunts shattered the quiet of his bedroom air, the dark shades of his monochromatic lair absorbing the sins of both your ecstatic bodies; making you feel like he was claiming you right in the belly of the beast.

He pushed your head down into the mattress, leveraging on your supine position to dick you down harder. The slap slap slap of his balls hitting your ass resounded around the room, reminding you of how much you belonged to him.

Body, soul, mind.

Sylus Qin owned every inch of you.

He moved his lips to your ear, your tawny tips twitching at the sensation of his hot breath caressing the sensitive flaps.

"Please," tears thickened your voice, and you fisted the black silk sheets, holding onto them for dear life.

Despite being unable to see him, you heard the smirk in his tone when he deepened the angle, hitting a spot inside of you which made your knees buckle.

"Sweetie, I think you can do better than that."

The thick trunk of his arm wrapped around your neck, using it to hoist you up, and your resistless gaze landed on the mirror across the bed.

Intending to rub your humiliation in your face and remind you how helpless you were without him, Sylus pinched your cheeks together with his other hand, forcing you to watch the way his slick cock pounded into your willing pussy; stretching the muscles tightly around his thick, meaty girth.

The tip of his cock hitting your G-spot made you mewl, your claws catching in his arm around your neck. But, Sylus didn't mind the pain. Those wounds would heal anyway, and besides, he was much more focused on making his sweet little kittie cry.

"Be good and tell me—" he grunted, emphasizing each word with a heavy thrust of his hips. "Who. Do. You. Belong. To. Kitten?"

Once upon a time, that question would've made you bristle and sink your claws into the closest jugular; reminding of the conditions you were brought up in before you were purchased during an underground auction by the one and only elusive leader of Onychinus.

Shrouded in mystery and long regarded as an urban legend, the sight of his blood-red eyes and the smirk upon his pale lips made you shrink back in horror.

That was until he stroked your head and your ears, running his fingers down your back while murmuring in his low, soothing baritone that, "I am not going to hurt you, kitten."

Slowly, you began to warm up to him. The horrors you led as a hybrid stolen from a Linkon City lab faded into the recesses of your rare nightmares; your life as Sylus’s precious lap kitten the only one you recognized.

The sight of his large palm trailing down your body, straight to your core, made you clench down on him in anticipation.

Shit... Sylus choked down on a curse, fighting to retain his self-control.

He knew you could force a kitten to do what you want, but you could always entice her with a tempting treat.

"Does that feel good, kitten?" The caress of his warm breath against your neck tingled your skin, nipples puckering from the sensation.

Mhm... your teary moans gave way to sharp mewls when he started to rub your clit in tandem to his blunt mushroom cock head hitting your sweet spots.

"This pussy loves me so much... can you hear her purr?"

Sylus clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your moans so you were forced to listen to the wet sounds of your walls sucking him, spitting him out, drooling over his length.

Such a lewd display made you dizzy with lust, your claws stabbing harder into his arm, making him bleed.

"Oh, kitten. My helpless, sweet, little kitten..." He pressed his lips to your ear, letting you hear every filthy moan, every ragged, hitched gasp as he fucked deeper into you.

"I'm going to devour you, my sweet one. Tame you. Tease you. Until you finally admit you're mine."

Your whimpers were fuel for him to double down on his brutal pace, his fingers digging into your waist with a bruising force.

Sylus cursed under his breath when your walls tightened around him, the sight of your obvious submission reflected back from the gilded, black mirror; the sight alone edging you closer to the point of no return.

Like what you see, kitten? Do you love belonging to me?

The scent of your sweet musk burned his nose.

You were the sweetest sin melting on his tongue.

Sylus slid his fingers around the slippery little bud between your legs, the sloppy circles forcing your eyes to roll back into your skull; your thighs twitching and abdomen tensing.

The scent of your impending release tantalized the tip of his tongue, and with a cruel smile, he let you dance right towards the edge, encouraging you to cling to the lip of your first orgasm of the day.

"Master," your hitched gasp of his honorific drew a flame of possessive flame flickering in his chest. "I–I'm close... so close..."

Dropping his fingers down to his side and effectively leaving you hanging, Sylus ignored your paltry gasp of despair, snickering quietly as he slowed the roll of his hips. Intentionally denying your toe-curling orgasm.

"Master..."

Your puffy lips puckered into a pout, those pretty eyes shining with fustration.

In one smooth motion, Sylus slid out of you, the sensation of gaping emptiness where your cunt was once stuffed with him making you cry out, grinding your teeth.

Turning you onto your back with the cockiness of a man who controlled every aspect of your pleasure, Sylus’s crimson eyes burned with an intense, sadistic glee.

He shoved you down to the floor, onto your knees, and spread his toned thighs, beckoning you closer with a tug of your leash.

"You know how much I hate it when you deny me, kitten," the fall of his silvery locks across his face gave him a rougueish air. He grinned, jutting his chin at his stiff cock that was coated from base to tip in your arousal. "As punishment, I want you to pleasure me and think about how much you're denying me as much as I am denying you."

Your stubby tail twitched, and you sucked on your sharp teeth, debating if you should disobey him and pleasure yourself.

As if he anticipated what you might do, Sylus shot you a glare.

"I dare you to do anything funny, kitten. Defy me, and I will make sure to edge you for the remainder of this session with that 20-inch dildo you hate. Is that what you want?"

The loathing you had for that toy was enough to deter you from acting out, your ears drooping docilely.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Sylus exhaled a chuckle, his mood switching as he rubbed your ears affectionately. "I know my sweet girl will never disobey me. Isn't that right, kitten?"

Your answer was given in the form of your lips hovering over his weeping tip, your tongue darting out to lap at the treacly precum dribbling down his length in clear drops. The flavor of his musk and skin saturated your taste buds, making your insides clench down with unadulterated desire.

Sylus didn't have to ask you twice—his good kitten was trained to please him at the snap of his fingers.

Eagerly, your hot mouth swallowed him, bringing his cock to the back of your throat where the bitter taste of his cum nearly made you gag. But, Sylus clasped his hand around your neck, forcing you to keep him there; to not choke on and disappoint him.

Blinking your watery eyes, you moaned, the sound muffled from his thick length cutting blocking your airway, his fingers tightening around your throat.

"Mhm, mhm."

This blatant show of dominance and the slight degradation in his smug smile made you clench down hard on thin air; your hips shunting in circles as if seeking a cock to sink down on.

Your cheeks puffing, full of his cock, made something in his chest twinge.

Sylus didn't care for your claws sinking in his thighs, the stinging pinch blurring the lines of pleasure and pain in his mind.

The sight of your pretty lips stretched around his cock, tongue running over his thickset balls, sucking on the plump tip of his flushed and leaking head, was enough to make Sylus renounce any gods in favor of worshipping you for the rest of his life.

"Oh, kitten." Shaky fingers threaded through your hair, this blip in his composure boosting your cocky arrogance.

"Does it feel good, Master?" You mouthed around his cock, "Do you feel good?"

Sylus grunted, lost in the pleasure to notice you were mimicking his earlier teasing.

In one swift movement, your perception changed from staring up at him, to being on your back, face-to-face with his boastful smirk.

Sylus grabbed your wrists in one hand, showing off his strength by keeping them pinned above your head, while his other palm wrapped around your throat, tightening around your custom collar.

He didn't need to glance between your thighs to know his cock was breaching past your tight muscles; your thighs shuddering like an electric current was running through them.

"Master!"

You gasped; back arching, hips circling and nipples tightening. Holding him closer, you clung to him like a vine to a tree that was being rocked apart by a hurricane, unyielding in your dependency on him.

Rather than chastising you for your impertinence, Sylus responded in kind, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Pausing to take a moment, he kissed your ankles and shins, before sliding deeper into your warm and welcoming cunt, a groan of ecstasy falling from his parted mouth.

The raunchy squelching of your bodies meeting together in such erotic intimacy was second to your flow of moans, which grew pitchier and more heated the faster he began to thrust in-and-out of you.

Sylus removed his hand from around your throat to grab your thighs, holding you open. The sight of your pretty tits jiggling with every punishing thrust was the stuff of his lewd dreams, and unexpectedly, he bent his head close, tonguing your sensitive and pert nipples.

Fuck—you're so sensitive. He bit down on the turgid points, nibbling on them like a cat roughing around it's favorite toy.

But, he knew you could take the pain, take his punishments; you were always his perfect, pretty kitty.

Sylus trailed one hand to your swollen and puffy clit, rubbing it in tandem to his punishing strokes.

"Say it, kitten."

Stars pressed behind your closed lids. Every line in your body was taut with the release you were fighting to hold back, waiting for his permission to let go of the tension he's been simmering in your body since an hour ago.

Sylus was nothing if not meticulous in his dark compulsions, expertly dragging out the ache to not give you what you want.

You're so close you can almost taste it, yes? He taunted you, tweaking your sensitive clit, enjoying how your body heaved and shook.

Sylus moved his fingers to your pointed nipples, twisting them with enough sadistic glee to bring tears to your eyes.

You yelped, "Master!" and he chuckled darkly, hooded crimson eyes locked on the sway of your hips struggling to fuck him back.

"Please." Syrupy. Desperate. "Please let me cum."

He chuckled throatily. "Nuh-uh. Not until you tell me what I want to hear."

Your independent streak was no match for his tenacious desire to own every inch of you.

Giving up your willpower for a taste of his reward, you squeezed your eyes shut, thrashing your head from side to side as you choked out your admittance:

"You. I belong to you, Master Sylus."

The curve of his grin cutting through the thin skin of your throat belied his tender nuzzling.

Your entire confession sparking his desires to watch you come undone for him and him alone.

"Good girl," he drawled in his husky baritone, releasing your wrists so you could tangle your hands in his hair.

Drawing you impossibly closer, Sylus's large palms spanning around your waist tilted your lower body, forcing you to take every heavy thrust. Despite the brutal treatment, your pussy withstood the hard-driving surge of his hips; hearts in your eyes from his bruising ministrations.

Sweat dripped down your back, staining his ebony sheets, and you turned your blurry gaze to the ceiling, surprised to find a latest addition to his bedroom.

Sylus playfully nipped your jaw, sensing your distraction.

"Do you like it? Do you like this mirror I installed for us, kitten?"

Your breath lodged right in your throat, your burning eyes unable to tear away from the sinful sight unfurling before you.

The view of his broad back roped with stacks upon stacks of muscles undulating under your paws drew your awe. The red lines from your claws digging into his pale skin created a stark contrast to the bruises in the shape of his mouth littering your neck like sensual, possessive marks.

From this angle, you could plainly see him thrusting into you, the languid roll of his hips fucking you so obscenely filling your head with delirious delight.

You love this, baby? Fuck, I can feel you squeezing down on me so good.

His tongue traced a path from your neck to your jaw, ending at your lips as his final destination.

Sylus wanted this sensation of pleasure to last for days; where you could feel him every time you walked, sat or breathed.

Use me, baby. He nipped your lower lip. I'm all yours to be used.

Your feral instincts took over and you straddled his lap, hovering your wet pussy over his throbbing dick.

Your lover and Master arched a brow at your boldness, his hands slotting naturally onto your hips.

"So, is this how you want to play?"

He hissed, throwing his head back when you controlled the motions, sinking down on him inch by delicious inch. Sylus hadn't expected his dick to be so fucking sensitive.

Oh, fuck, you feel so good, his shaky exhalation boosted your pride.

Move, baby. I need you to move.

Sylus bucked his hips, fucking into you impatiently from below.

His eyes locked onto the ceiling mirror, taking in the sight of your sweet body sitting pretty on his dick, riding it like you only had one chance in your nine lives to make him proud.

Sylus grabbed your leash, using it to guide your rutting hips. He loved how you choked whenever he tugged on it too hard, a smirk etched on his handsome face.

Master...

He knew what you were going to say before you could even say it.

Of course, he did.

Sylus knew his kitten better than anyone else.

"Go ahead, darling. I want you to cum."

A twitch of your hips; your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Shit, I'm coming—he cursed, tightening his grip around your leash, forcing your head back, his hips stuttering as his orgasm blazed through him.

Sylus nudged you off his dick, using his hand to jerk himself off, groaning at the streaks of white decorating your belly. The last rope of warmth shoots from his spasming head, spurting onto your spent pussy.

Using one dextrous finger, he coated it in cum, swiping off the excess and bringing it to your lips.

"You're too good for me, sweetie," he hummed, eyes darkening when you lapped at his cum-coated finger obediently.

Nuzzling your face into his palm, you practically purred, draping yourself across his chest as you stretched your limbs, the deepset engraving on his name on your collar's pendant stirring his dark, possessive feelings further.

"I liked the little touch with the mirror," you murmured, turning your face slightly to catch the reflection of your slick and naked body atop of his.

Sylus tightened his arms around you, his laughter trailing off into a low growl.

"Anything for my sweet kitten."

His voice softened, tips of his fingers grazing your cheek. A silent I love you he wasn't ready to say just yet.

You might belong to him wholeheartedly, but in this moment, Sylus was as much yours as you were inexplicably his.

a/n: oh to be living a life as sylus's lap kitten, i need to be her STAT

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Hey, saw your posts while scrolling through the Ji-Woon tag and saw that your requests were open!

What about Ji-Woon and Dylan from The Quarry (if you've played/watched it)? Or, teen Nick Goode (from Fear Street, again if you've seen it)?

If not, Jake and Yoichi? All coming up close with the Trickster, I don't mind NSFW personally 👀

Jake Park x Trickster nsfw headcanons

I'm so sorry for the late response, I haven't seen fear street yet or played The Quarry. I hope that you don't mind that dear. I know you said that you only wanted Jake. I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: nsft themes, mxm smut mentions, I'm sorry if I'm not the best at writing ships.

Jake Park x Ji Woon Hak

Being from the same country as Ji woon, Jake has known a bit of his work from some of the people around him but isn't a fan of kpop in general.

Jake always thought that the kpop star was attractive even though Jake doesn't like the smugness of Ji woon and how the androgynous star has an ego issue.

Ji woon hak on the other hand thought that Jake was interesting because of Jake not swooning over his cocky behavior or even paying much attention to him.

Ji woon and Jake are either bisexual or pansexual.

He especially loves it when he sees Jake wear more bold and colorful clothing rather than his usual wear.

It started with Ji woon cursing in Korean when Jake stunned him with a pallet and Jake responded with "take that" in Korean before escaping the chase.

The start of their relationship would be more competitive, with Jake constantly stunning and irritate the kpop star while Ji would solely focus his attention to Jake, having his fair share of moring jake.

You can bet that Korean cursing could be heard throughout the trials, occasionally making Yun Jin chuckle at the looks of confusion all over the non Korean speaking survivors.

All of the chase and tension between the two men ended up changing from "I hate hate you" towards "I want to hate fuck you."

It's an open secret that there's been cases where survivors and killers had sex. Jake and Ji weren't any different.

Hell, there's times where Ji would let Jake get hatch after they had sex as a "I'm going to pretend to not see that hatch and give you five seconds to scram or ill close it."

Sex between them usually is the two of them fighting for dominance over the other.

Especially during makout sessions.

Ji woon wouldn't admit it but he gets super turned on when Jake pins him against the wall or other ways Jake shows how strong he truly is.

Jake is more of a quiet dom, giving more quiet demands and taunts. He also is known to make the occasional growls and grunts when he's fucking Ji.

When Ji is dom, his dirty talk and taunts gets Jake going more that Ji would ever know.

Ji likes to cum on Jake's face or in him (it doesnt matter if its oral or anal). It fuels this man's already inflated ego more.

Jake on the other hand likes to cum on Ji. It doesn't matter if it's on Ji's clothes or his face and body.

If Jake cums on Ji's clothes, he feels rather smug, knowing that Ji would have to be extra sneaky about avoiding other killers after the trials with Jake.

Jake and Ji would never fully admit that they have feelings for each other. They're on opposing sides in the Entity's realm.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Stranger Danger

Trickster x Reader Smut

Part Two (Find Part One Here)

Summary: After escaping the Trickster’s grasp, you try to go back to living your normal life, not knowing he had been watching you the whole time, preparing to take you back.

Mentions of: Blood, Death, Jealousy, Manipulation, Yandere themes, Kidnapping, Stalking, Voyeurism, Oral Sex, Noncon, Overstimulation, And Ji-Woon being a petty lil bitch

A/N: Sorry for the wait! But I promise it’s worth while ;)

Requested by: @ligmaawhat

Word Count: 3.6K

When you awoke, your mind and vision was much clearer, and it seemed whatever he gave you had worn off. Your eyes darted around the area, searching for the murderer, wondering if he was just waiting for you to wake. After waiting a few minutes, you came to the conclusion that he was gone. And you knew, now was your chance to escape.

Wincing, you got to your feet. Your body was sore from laying on the cold ground all night, your arms heavy and tired from being tied up for such a long time. Light crept through the old, broken pane windows, shining inside the warehouse and illuminating the place.

You trudged over to the metal doors, trying to pull them back. They were locked from the outside, probably with some sort of padlock or something. Nothing you didn’t expect.

Frowning to yourself, you looked around for something to help break off the lock. Your eyes went to a hunk of metal that had broken off one of the crates. Picking it up, you dragged it over to the door and raised it as high as you could, using all your strength and slamming it down on the door repeatedly.

After about the third time, you heard some metal clang onto the floor outside. You pulled at the door, finding that it was unlocked, and smiling to yourself victoriously. It was nice to have a win after all that had happened.

You then remembered that your clothes had been torn off, and you definitely didn’t want to walk back home bare naked. You turned back to the rotting corpse that was once a teenage girl, groaning to yourself. You knew what to do.

You slowly approached her, starting off by removing her shoes and then her skirt. Man, she reeked, and you couldn’t help but gag as you did so.

Then you went to remove her shirt, which forced yourself to untie her. She fell onto you, making you scream and push the carcass onto the ground. Taking a breath and calming yourself, you began to unbutton her blood stained blouse.

“I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve this. You were just a kid. A poor, naive kid. It should’ve been me. Why wasn’t it me?” You murmured quietly, as you took off the rest of her clothes, brushing a hair out of her once young and pretty face, that was now just an empty, hollow shell.

After taking a few more moments to mourn the stranger, you changed into her clothes. As you pulled up the skirt, you hissed in pain, the fabric going over something that stung. You pulled it back down to see what it was, spotting a small carving on your thigh. It was one of the symbols from his album, engraved on your skin. He had marked you.

Ignoring the nausea growing in your stomach, you continued putting on the clothes. They reeked of blood and death, but something was better than nothing. Once you finished, you pulled the doors open, escaping.

After hitchhiking a good three kilometers or so, a kind stranger picked you up, driving you back home. They didn’t ask questions, didn’t call the police, and you were thankful for that. And while you hated yourself for it, you were thankful to be alive.

--

Two months passed since what happened, and you’ve spent it trying to get your life back together. You got some time off from your job, kept in touch with your friends, and even got back with your ex boyfriend.

Even though he lied, cheated, and was one of the reasons why you were at that stupid bar that fateful night, you still took him back. You needed someone to help get you through this. Someone to help you feel less alone. And he was all you had.

But a paranoid part of you knew that Ji-Woon was still around. He knew where to find you that night at the bar, so he probably knew where you lived. You barely spent any time alone, always fearing that he was out there, watching and waiting until the right moment.

You knew you couldn’t go to the police, because of the photo. It haunted you, racking your brain late at night. Just another one of the things that reminded you of what happened that night.

So now, here you sat on the couch, curled up under some blankets with your boyfriend, Yungsoo, as some random movie played in the background on the tv. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, trying to find some sort of solace in him.

You pressed a small kiss onto his neck, moving away, before he pulled you back onto his lap, giving your ass a small squeeze. He moved his hands down your thighs, starting to kiss you. You didn’t know what was going to come from this, but it couldn’t be anything good.

Ji-Woon watched with irritation as you made out with your boyfriend, scoffing quietly. The only reason why he was still watching this crap was because of the way you were rejecting his advances, not letting him touch you anywhere below your waist, pushing his hands away when he grabbed at your breasts.

And he knew exactly why. You missed him. You didn’t want this poser, you wanted him. You wanted your star, not some loser in the nosebleeds. He wanted you too, and knowing that couldn’t have made him harder.

“Sorry, I’m just not in the mood.” You pull away from him, just as he tries to slide a hand into your pants. Good girl.

Then, this prick has the arrogance to whine about his blue balls, and “can’t you see what you’re doing to me?” He was trying to manipulate you like that? God, what an amateur.

“Yungsoo, No. I don’t want to.” You say firmly, and it only makes Ji-Woon want you more. The next thing he knows, he’s covering his mouth, rocking his hips into his palm as he quietly gets himself off to your rejection.

“You’ve been different, (y/n). You’re so closed off and paranoid, and you refuse to tell me what the hell’s going on.” He began to raise his voice.

“You know I can’t. I’m just tired, okay? I’ll be ready tomorrow, I promise.”

A heavy silence hung in the air, as Ji-Woon climaxed into his hand, stifling his moans. He was happy, giddy, in fact. There wouldn’t be a tomorrow for Yungsoo. He won’t be able to touch you at all, pretty soon, since Ji-Woon had a new show to run.

A punishment, a vengeance, for his toy trying to escape him. Oh, he was going to make you pay all right. And he was going to make your little boyfriend pay too.

“I’ll go get snacks. Is there anything you want from the fridge?” You asked with a sigh.

“I’ll get some chips, I guess.” The douchebag muttered in response.

This was his chance! It was finally time for the big finale to begin. As you walked out to the kitchen, Trickster put a rag doused in chloroform over your mouth, knocking you out immediately, and laying your unconscious body on the floor.

Then, he went up to the couch, standing behind Yungsoo, pausing for a moment since the commercial for his newest album had come out. Damn, he did look good. Not letting himself get too entrapped in his narcissism, he put a rag over Yungsoo’s mouth, taking him out as well.

--

As you woke up, you felt panic rush over you, realizing what situation you were in. Oh no. No. No. No. Not again.

This time, you were in your basement, your hands tied to a pipe and your mouth gagged. In front of you, sat Yungsoo, tied up to a chair, and gagged, just like you. Thankfully, he was still alive and breathing. For now, at least, and that’s all that mattered.

Before you could try to move, you watched as an all too familiar popstar entered the room, dressed in the same iconic clothing, this time holding a neon pink bat with a sharp edge at the end, and three colorful throwing knives in his hand. He seemed irritated, a frown on his face as he walked over to Yungsoo, making you cry out.

He looked up at you, his frown curving up into a sick, malicious smile. “Oh good, you’re awake. Did you miss me, starlight?”

You don’t answer, and he grows closer, stepping towards you. Once he got close enough, he crouched down, caressing your face softly. You flinched at the touch. “Because I missed you.”

He buries his face in your hair, taking in your scent, your presence, that he missed so dearly. After spending so many nights watching you, craving you, and plotting over what he would do, he was finally back with you. Holding you, cradling you, having you. It was almost too much to handle.

“But it seems that you forgot one major thing. You’re mine.” Ji-Woon mumbled sharply into your ear, licking at the shell, before pulling away and standing back.

“Not someone else's, especially not some washed up douchebag. I mean, come on, (y/n). This guy? Really? Your taste in men is shit. You’re lucky you have me.” He jabs at Yungsoo’s head slightly with the back of his bat, waking him.

The next thing you know, Yungsoo is up and panicking, struggling around in his chair, shouting muffled pleas and calls for help. Meanwhile, Trickster is watching all of this, scoffing and rolling his eyes. It seems like this wasn’t entertaining to him.

“God, shut the fuck up!” The sadist shouted, slamming the bat into Yungsoo’s stomach, making him throw up a little onto his rag. You cried out, feeling tears well up in your eyes. How could you let this happen all over again?

“What a pussy.” Ji-Woon muttered, watching Yungsoo hang his head, grunting and groaning. The popstar pulled your boyfriend's head back, grabbing him by his hair and making him look up at you. “Keep your head up, prick.”

He walked back over to you, crouching down and moving the gag out from your mouth. Before you could say anything, he slammed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. You didn’t kiss him back, not until he grabbed your cheeks and forced you to.

Ji-Woon continued pressing rough kisses and bites down your neck, once again marking you, and looking over at Yungsoo to make sure he could see. You were doing the exact opposite, not looking at Yungsoo or Ji-Woon, keeping your eyes up at the ceiling and trying to disassociate and leave your body. So you could get away and go somewhere better. Somewhere nicer. Anywhere but here.

Trickster moved his hands up and down your body, giving your breasts a soft squeeze, then your waist, hips and thighs. He finally broke the kiss, leaving you panting. “Why don’t we give him a show, baby?”

“Please, Ji-Woon. Please don’t do this.” You begged, finally finding your words after panting.

“You should’ve thought of that before escaping and running back to this bastard.” He muttered to you lowley, before stepping back. .

“Alright, there’s a new show I’m running with brand new rules. So listen up and listen well!” He announced, spinning around his bat, as if it was some sort of baton. “First I have to introduce our audience, the soft dicked, little bitch of a man, Yungsoo Jouin!”

Yungsoo managed to muster a “Fuck you” out from the rag, making Trickster tisk and shake his head, turning away and throwing a knife at his foot. Your boyfriend screamed out in pain, and you watched the knife pin his foot to the ground, blood spilling down like a waterfall.

It seemed that Ji-Woon had grown even more violent and brutal than the last time you two met. Of course, this seemed a little more personal than what happened to that poor innocent girl.

“And now, give it up, for the main star and his gorgeous co-host, Ji-Woon Hak and (Y/n) (l/n)!” He stood, listening to that same old imaginary audience cheering.

“Ji-Woon, it’s me you want. I’m the one who ran away. I’m the one who disobeyed. I’ll go back, I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, leave Yungsoo out of this.” You tried, but he didn’t want to listen.

“Oh no, no, babe. I’m running the show. So I’m making the rules, and I say how this all works. You and I are going to have some fun, while your boy watches. And the best thing about it is that you’re both helpless! Because if either of you try to escape or cry for help, Yungsoo will die, and your little photo will be posted everywhere.” He dropped his bat to the side, holding up his phone, showing you the photo he took back during that night, ready to be posted anonymously. All he had to do was click.

You furrowed your eyebrows, biting down on your lip in frustration as you realized the situation you were in. You couldn’t win. You couldn’t fight. You couldn’t do anything but give him what he wanted. And it was infuriating.

“Aww, is someone mad? How cute.” Ji-Woon cooed condescendingly, taunting you. He grinned smugly, beginning to strip you, starting with your shorts.

He tugged at the waistband, pulling them down your legs slowly, running his hands up your now bare thighs, grabbing at the flesh and watching as goosebumps scattered over them. His smile grew even wider as his eyes met with the scar he left on your leg, the one that marked you as his.

The narcissist continued pressing kisses all over your thighs, pressing a particularly hard one on your scar and making you whimper a bit. He pulled away, turning to face Yungsoo who was forcing himself to watch. “You see this? This shows she belongs to me, and not you.”

He grabbed at your scar roughly, showing it off to your boyfriend and making you let out a small yelp of pain. Ji-Woon removed your tank top next, watching in delight as your breasts spilled out of the shirt, seeing that you didn’t even have a bra on to cover them up.

“Not even a bra? Damn, you really must be torturing your boyfriend. And me too.” He purred, pressing kisses down your chest, grabbing your right nipple and watching it harden under the touch. He sucked your left, switching for a bit, before moving his hand down to your panties.

“Oh, baby, your so wet. All for me.” Ji-Woon groaned, moving his finger up and down your soaked slit, before putting two in. He took them out, pressing his middle finger and index finger that were once inside you together, raising it in the air and showing off your slick for Yungsoo to see.

He then put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them lewdly. You watched in embarrassment and arousal, your face heating up a bit. You felt ashamed for being so turned on by this.

Ji-Woon bit and kissed at your inner thighs, slicing through your underwear with his knife and moving it aside. He shrugged off his yellow coat, leaving him shirtless and you naked. He spread your legs wide open, letting the cold air hit at your twitching cunt, diving in between your legs.

The killer pressed a long, languid, lick up your drenched opening, making you gasp, and arch your back. “Mm, you taste amazing too.”

He ran his tongue over your clit, before pushing inside, you bit on the side of your cheek, suppressing a moan. Ji-Woon noticed this, seeming not too pleased with it. He moved his fingers up your legs, digging his nails into your thighs, making you whimper.

“C’mon, you gotta make noise for it to be a show too.” He told you between licks, moving his fingers over your already sensitive nub.

“Ah, fuck.” You moaned, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head. How was he so damn good at this? You hated him. You hated what he was doing to you. But shit, it felt like magic. No one had ever made you feel this good before, and you despised it.

As his tongue reached even deeper, and his fingers moved faster, you felt yourself growing close. You hit your head against the wall, letting a string of moans and curses fall from your lips. “Is it really that good? Tell me. Tell me how good it feels.”

“Shit, so fucking good.” You mumbled, finally finding the will to look down into Ji-Woon’s beautiful saffron yellow eyes. His pupils were all blown up, nothing but adoration, infatuation, and attraction in them.

And for a moment, for a small moment, you let your lust-filled broken mind feel some sort of affection towards him. That part thought this was what Yungsoo deserved. He was the one who cheated on you and broke your heart, after all.

But that moment ended when it all came crashing down, your orgasm washing over you. You bucked your hips into his mouth, climaxing right on his tongue. Never had you felt anything so intense.

It wasn’t over. Not one bit. He didn’t let up, moving even more aggressively, drinking up all your nectar. It was thick, and sweet, sweeter than anything Ji-Woon had ever tasted before. He needed more.

Tears began to brim your eyes, as he continued eating you out like a starved man, rubbing at your overstimulated clit even harder. “God, Ji-Woon, I-I’m- again-“

“S-sorry I’m sorry- it’s so good I- can’t-” You moaned, finishing a second time on his tongue. After a moment or two more, he pulled himself off of you, wiping your juices off his face.

The celebrity kissed you, letting you get a taste of yourself. After a moment, he let you breath, breaking the kiss and glancing over Yungsoo. He looked betrayed, confused, heartbroken. You didn’t care. As long as he was alive, it didn’t matter.

“Now, you’re going to ride me.” He said, beginning to untie your bonds.

“W-wait. If I do this, promise you’ll let Yungsoo live. Please.” You tried to reason with Ji-Woon, hoping you would eventually wear him down and get him to agree with you. It seemed to be working.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine. But you’re going to have to work for it.”

Ji-Woon laid back, pulling you on top of him, so you were pressed up against his clothed erection. He kissed you again, letting you grind yourself against him, and dampen his pants. “Damn, so eager, huh? You must want it bad.”

“Yes, I want it bad. So bad, Ji-Woon. Please, I need you, and only you.” You continued grinding up against him. It seemed like you were going to have to give your own little performance. Anything to keep Yungsoo alive. Anything to keep another life from being taken.

“Good girl.” He smirked, pulling off his belt, and removing his pants quickly so you were both now completely naked.

Ji-Woon slid himself inside, both of you moaning in unison as he did so. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him, beginning to rock your hips up and down, back and forth. “That’s it, yes. Fuck, I missed this. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You pressed your forehead against his, continuing to ride him, feeling your walls holding him tightly.

Even though you were putting up a facade, you couldn’t deny how good he felt, pushing into you further and further. You could get addicted to this. In fact, you were sure you already had.

“Shit.” You moaned, moving even faster, your breasts hitting his chest. You pushed yourself further down his cock, craving, needing more of him.

“Does my baby want more? So desperate. My needy little whore. How cute. Say it baby. Say you need my cock.” He told you while he sucked and kissed down your neck.

“Ji-Woon, I- fuck- I need your cock. I need more.” You moaned, feeling some drool spill down the side of your lip. You could barely keep your eyes open at this point. You were trying as hard as you could, but it just felt too good.

He kissed you again, forcing his hips up and making you cry out, hitting right against the tip of your cervix. The popstar continued thrusting into that spot just right, making you grow even closer, your walls tightening even more.

You moved your body in sync, your hips hitting against his. Loud moans leaving your lips. “Fuck, I’m close. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“You look so pretty on my cock, baby. Just say it, say you belong to me, say you’re mine.” He told you, his thrusts growing more erratic.

“I’m yours! I’m yours Ji-Woon!” You cried to Yungsoo, to everyone, to the whole world as you came on his cock, your walls massaging him.

“That’s it. Atta girl. My girl. Fuck, I’m cumming. gonna cum in this tight little pussy, fuc-”

“Ji-Woon wait-” But it was too late,and you felt him paint your insides, deep, deep into you, almost making you cum again at how he filled you. You fell limp in his arms, exhausted, your vision all blurry.

He pulled out of you, smiling at the sight of you all tired and hot in his arms. You smiled back. It was done. You did your job, and Ji-Woon would hold up his deal. But as you felt your eyes grow heavy, and just before you fell asleep, Ji-Woon picked up a knife and threw it at Yungsoo, stabbing him right in the head and killing him.

“No!” You cried, reaching out for your boyfriend. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything.

Ji-Woon leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now this will teach you. That you’re mine. And you always will be.”

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Ain't that something, part 2, part 3.🧸, 🌧, 🥵,💞.

Endlessly. 🧸, 💞

Family odds. ,🌧️,🖤,🧸, 💞

In it together. 🖤, 🌧, 💞, 🧸

Little Mama. 🥵, 🧸, 🌧

Little mama 2.🥵,🧸,🌧️

In my dreams. 🌧, 🎙️

Too Beautiful. 🌥️,🧸,🌧️, 🍊

Romeo to my Juliet, 2. 🌥, 🌧, 🎙️,🖤

Love Power. 🧸,

Love another. 🧸,🌧,🥵,🚫,💞

His girl💀,🥵,🧸

The Art of Obsession.💀,🥵,🍷

A king's true love.💀,🥵,🍊

Deal. 🥵,🍷,💀

Austin Butler.

My butterfly girl. 💀,🍷,💞, 🥵

My Hecliconius, (Butterfly girl part 2)

Daddy's # 1.🥵,🌈,🧸

Stalker's baby. ☠️,🥵,🧸,🍷

Stalker's little family.🥵,☠️,🍷

Knight in sapphire armor.🧸,🥵,

Model mine.🥵,🚫,🍷,🧸,

Dying love.🥵,💀,🍷,🧸,🌧️,

From the start.🍷,🥵,☠️

Jealousy isn't a good look. 🌥️,🌧️

Just fine.🧸,

Elvis Presley.

The star in his eyes.💀,🍷,🖤

Gravitation.🥵,🍊

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Baby addams.🧸,🍷

Flirting with death.🍷,🧸

Not far from the tree.🧸

Deadly attraction. 🍷

Hello, baby Addams. 🧸, 🍷

Mrs. Addams. 🧸

Freaks. 🧸, 🖤

Among the stars. 🧸, 🖤

New adition. 🧸

Toji fushiguro.

Guilty love, 2, 3...🍊,🥵,🧸,🌧️,🌥️

Babysitter.✒️,🍊,🥵

Loves 'em big.✒️,🍊,🥵

Breeding.✒️,🍊,🥵

Pretty admirer. 2.🍊,🥵,🍷

His human heifer2.🍊,✒️, 🥵

Sex god.🥵,✒️

Pimp Toji, 2.✒️, 🥵

Lovers dispute. 🥵,🌧️.

Doctor's order,2.🥵,✒️

Forbidden affair.🌧️,🥵,🍊

Model's obsession.✒️,🥵, 🚫

A king's help, 2.🥵,✒️,🚫

B.F.B.🥵,✒️,🍊

Miss wolf. 🥵, 🧸

Master. 🥵,✒️

Apples of his eye. 🥵,✒️, 🍊

Cowgirl. 🥵, 🍊, ✒️

Only him.🥵, 🍷, 🌧, 💀

Pretty dreams.

To love her.

Simon"Ghost." Riley.

Hero.✒️

König.

For the price of two.🥵,🚫, 💞

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Neighbor König, 2. 💀,🥵

Torturous fun. 🥵

To be or not to be.💀

Kim "Horangi" Houg-jin.

For the price of two. 🥵,🚫, 💞

Ours. 2.💀,🌧️,🥵, 💞

To be or not to be. 💀

Ji-woon hak.

His and only his. 🥵

Fate. 🌧

Remember me.

Beautiful mistakes.

Astarion Ancunín.

Forever, mine. 2.🥵,💀,🍷, 🌧

Don't go.

Kim gunwoo.

Their everything. 🥵, 🌧, 🧸, 💞

Bondage love. 🥵

Boyfriend's best friend. 🥵, 💞, ✒️

From past to future. 🧸

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Their everything.🥵, 🌧, 🧸, 💞

Boyfriend's best friend. 🥵, 💞, ✒️

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Stay by me. 🍊, 🍷, 🧸

Important. 🍊, 🧸

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i will not write anything involving incest, pedophilia or lack of consent. i will also not be accepting any smut / nsfw requests for the foreseeable future.

favourite characters to write :

alucard, freddy, sun, moon, hvitserk, sirius, heinley, my ocs

favourite things to write :

fluff, angst, platonic pairings

characters + fandoms :

if a character / fandom is crossed out, i’m not accepting requests for them at the moment !

i currently don’t accept requests for celebrities, including the actors who play the people on this list. i do occasionally write stuff for them of my own accord however, so check my masterlist <3

american horror story :

incomplete, any pairing

michael langdon, montanna duke, xavier plympton

bridgerton :

complete, any pairing

benedict, prince friedrich

castlevania :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

alucard, dracula, sypha, lisa, hector

doctor who :

complete, platonic only

11th doctor, amy pond

dead by daylight :

incomplete, any pairing

yun-jin lee, the trickster (ji-woon hak), felix richter, the nurse (sally smithson), the huntress (anna), the artist (carmina mora)

euphoria :

incomplete, platonic only | any pairing

cassie, jules, nate, fez

five nights at freddy’s : security breach :

complete, platonic only

freddy, sun, moon, chica, roxy, foxy, bonnie

friday night dinner :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

johnny, jackie

house of ashes :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

eric, rachel, joey

love island : the game :

incomplete, romantic only

chelsea, kelly

resident evil :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

leon kennedy, claire redfield, lady dimitrescu, bela dimitrescu, daniela dimitrescu, karl heisenberg, ethan winters, mother miranda

red dead redemption 2 :

incomplete, platonic only

arthur morgan

remarried empress (game) :

incomplete, any pairing

heinley

scream :

complete, romantic only

billy, stu, tatum, sidney

the witcher :

complete, platonic only

geralt, yennefer, jaskier

vikings :

complete, platonic only

hvitserk, ubbe, lagertha, björn, ragnar, rollo

venom :

complete, any pairing

venom, eddie

wizarding world ( harry potter + spin offs ) :

complete, platonic only | any pairing

sirius black (ge only), remus lupin (ge only), queenie goldstein, dumbledore

masterlist :

vikings :

the end of an era ( hvitserk x sister! reader )

drabbles ( miscellaneous ) :

001 ( mostly hvitserk x sister! reader )

bridgerton :

prince friedrich courting you would include

corpse husband :

being corpse husband’s daughter would include part 2

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 199 }

bedroom eyes.

sylus x (non mc)fem.reader

warnings: an 18+, unedited thirst post;

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

you kept picking at your plate, barely paying attention to the extravagant meal placed in front of you due to the fact that you had found something far more appetizing sitting directly across from you.

in between bites of his filet mignon, sylus spoke icily through the phone, becoming visibly angry at how a deal had somehow fallen through. you didn’t have the slightest clue what the conversation was about, simply focusing on sylus’s veiny hands and the way his long fingertips spun around the fork that he was currently holding.

intrusive thoughts began to get the best of you then, making you imagine just how wonderful it would feel to have those same fingertips buried inside of your aching cunt. as your fantasies began to take over (making you squirm in your seat), sylus catches a glimpse of your expression, his crimson eyes widening for the briefest of moments before narrowing. a smirk graces his handsome features as he turns on the speakers on his phone before placing it against the far end of the table.

a wolfish grin takes over his cocky expression when he silently beckons you to come closer to him, allowing the person on the other end of the line to continue the conversation by themselves. an eager bounce was felt in each of your steps when you come closer to him, settling yourself against sylus’s lap with a mischievous grin. lifting up a single finger to his lips, he gestures at you to be quiet before surging forward, capturing your lips within his.

you immediately began to tremble, purposely grinding yourself against his lap, eliciting a choked groan from the powerful man. a low growl of your name was heard coming from his lips when he suddenly pushes aside the wine glass and plate of half-eaten food, allowing it to crash against the marble floors as he cleared the table before shoving your body against it.

"ah, mr. sylus, are you still there?"

"i'm still here." was his gruff reply, barely focusing on that weak man's stuttering as he kept droning on and on. you had to bite down on your bottom lip, amusement shining in your gaze the moment he began pushing down the silk material of your dress, allowing it to pool beneath your feet as you were left in your lacy undergarments.

sylus seems to growl at the sight, expertly reaching behind your body to unhook your bra as it seemed to snap away from you. once your breasts were left bare for him did sylus drop to his knees, his lips settled at the side of your hips when he takes the waistband of your panties and begins sliding them off using his teeth alone. the sight of his crimson eyes darkening while performing such a sinful act was enough to make you tremble, hands already going down to his soft strands of hair as he settles himself between your thighs.

he lets out a hum of your name, acting as your cue to spread your legs even further for him. he introduces a slender finger into your slick heat, making you bite down against the back of your hand to keep quiet. with the phone call still going on, you were half tempted to hang up the call for sylus, yet the thought of someone hearing the way your lover quite literally fucks you on the dining table causes a shiver of excitement to course through you.

your thoughts made your arousal become stronger, letting out a moan when sylus began collecting the evidence of your excitement with his finger. a whispered string of curses was heard coming from him after just seeing how beautiful your pussy was shining and swollen with need for him. the sight of it all was enough to make his cock twitch within the confines of his dress pants, with him being all too eager to devour you as you let out a choked cry of his name.

his mouth latches onto you without any shame to the aching spot between your legs, his tongue tracing at your folds while groaning at the sheer taste of you. he keeps the tip of his tongue at your entrance, drunkenly murmuring against it, "you're th' sweetest fucking thing ever, fuck... i c'never get enough of you..."

his words manage to send vibrations of pleasure through you, your honeyed arousal seeming to spill from your core as you cling to him, practically riding his face while sylus continued to eat you out like a man starved.

you could feel the way his tongue dives deep inside of you, adding a finger to help with spreading you further as your back arches against the dining table, ready to spill all that you had to offer within his awaiting lips when sylus completely pulls away from you.

a choked sob escapes from your parted lips, the tears felt staining at your lashes as your hands gripped at the velvet table cloth. "sylus, w-why did you stop, i was so close... sosososo close!"

sylus ends up letting out a dark chuckle, hands going to unbuckle his pants before shoving the silk material of it down, revealing his pulsating erection. you sit up, eyes going hazy when you saw the beads of precum escaping from the mushroom tip of his cock. your mouth waters at the sight, and you were half tempted to place his dick in your mouth when sylus pulls you closer to him by your ankles.

your mouth turns dry at the sensation of his cock tracing at your outer lips, collecting the wetness felt surrounding it as sylus worked on lubricating his cock. "sorry darling, but the only way i'm going to let you come is directly on my cock."

he teases you a bit, grabbing his cock as he purposely hits it against your entrance, teasing you, making you pant with need for him. impatience floods through your veins when you allow your legs to wrap around him, trapping his waist, forcing his tip to enter you as he lets out a groan.

"s'fucking impatient." without warning, he slowly moves his hips back before slamming his cock within your pulsating walls, the squelching sounds of his sudden entrance seeming to echo throughout the dining room as he began fucking you, bottoming out against your heat as his hands gripped at your bouncing breasts that moved in tune to his rapid movements.

upon hearing your breathy whines and sylu's groans, a sharp inhale was heard on the phone coupled along with a series of stutters, "mr. sylus, w-were you even listening to me?"

an annoyed scoff escapes from sylus's lips when he tosses one of your legs over his shoulder, never once ceasing his thrusts as he picks up his phone and answers, "i stopped listening to you the moment my woman kept giving me those damn bedroom eyes, needing my cock to ease her boredom. the deal's off, and you can expect a visit from my men soon for daring to waste my time."

"w-wait, sir, i beg of you, please! d-"

but you don't get to listen to the way the poor man begged for his life, with sylus ending the call before tossing aside the phone to the corner of the room. you giggle, feeling your walls tighten with excitement when sylus began to pound his cock even deeper inside of you.

"hehe, you seem upset, my grumpy crow." you hum, hearing sylus let out another grunt before proceeding to toss both of your legs over his shoulders, his cock now entering in and out of you at an even faster pace.

"the bastard could hear your moans, and no other man is allowed to hear such sounds aside from me." ah, his unreasonable and jealous nature was beginning to show. had you not been so pussy drunk on his cock, you would have gladly teased him, telling him how it was his fault that he didn't end the call-

yet the moment you felt a particularly hard thrust against your slick walls, feeling him hitting that special part that only he could reach, you clenched around him with a sob, nails practically clawing at the table cloth below you.

sylus wasn't faring any better, letting out a roar of your name before stilling his hips. he feels the way his cock grows while being completely sheathed deep inside of you, his balls tightening as he released his seed within your womb.

"fuck, look at that... look at you trying to milk me..." a perverse fascination was seen in his dark gaze when he hones in his eyes to where your bodies were connected, seeing the base of his cock become frothy with your mixed arousal spilling from your cunt. still feeling your walls clenching around him, sylus weakly thrusts steadily softening cock in and out of you, taking his time to ensure that he was completely emptied before stilling his hips completely.

heavy breathing was heard as sweat was seen creating a light sheen over both of your forms. the adoration you felt for the man currently hovering over you was undeniable, and when he gently removes your legs from his shoulder, keeping them wrapped around his waist instead so that he could lean forward to fully kiss you, you accept his searing kiss.

detecting the faint taste of red wine from his lips, you moan and delve your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss as you became desperate. sylus groans when he feels your tongue sliding into his mouth, but there was no way in hell he would allow you to dominate him so easily. he ends up pushing back, locking lips with you while picking up your form with ease.

when the need for air proved to be too much, you pulled away from him, eyes still in a drunken haze as a string of saliva was seen connecting your lips to his. amusement flashes within his gaze as he adjusts his hold on you before beginning to walk out of the dining room.

"hn, it seems like we've made quite the mess, darling. let's say we continue this engagement of ours in the shower..."

and upon feeling the way sylus hardens while still buried within you, you let out an eager purr in response, all too ready for him to spend the whole night with you.

a.n. - so i finally caved and ended up downloading love and deepspace for sylus alone. i love him so fucking much and think about him 24/7. if any of you readers are interested in adding me, this is my hunter number: 82000886086 🥰

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[joontopia]

No Room For Love - ksj | Chapter 1

pairings: jin x reader; jimin x oc

genre: ceo!au, business!au, enemies to lovers            contains angst, fluff, & smut

warnings: nsfw, death of a minor character, language, little bit of angst, eventual smut, minor violence

chapter warnings: alcohol consumption, talks of death/character dying

a/n: IT’s FINALLY HERE. I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out. After work getting crazier due to the pandemic, a lot of personal life interruptions, and a last minute change in parts of the plot and minor character details, it’s here! Shout out to my best friend and twin flame for being the best beta reader and fixing all of my mistakes (even if you poke fun at me for it, i still love you). I hope y’all enjoy it and thank you so much for being patient with me. 

summary: You never belonged in this lifestyle. Never fit in with the high class society of the rich and famous. Being the illegitimate daughter of a famous CEO, you were always seen as an embarrassment. As dirty blood. But when your half brother, Jimin, decides to give up his inheritance to follow his dream as an Idol, you finally get the chance to prove yourself.

Burdened with the responsibility of protecting the family name and saving your father’s business, now is not the time for any distractions. But one night and one lapse in judgment lands you in the arms of rich party boy, Kim Seokjin. He’s reckless. He’s annoying. He’s absolutely gorgeous. And he’s definitely not the man your father has arranged for you to marry.

You can’t shake him or the feelings that come along. But soon you learn that there’s no room for love in a society that never loved you.

It’s odd, the things you remember when you’re watching someone die. Little memories that you long forgotten about start to resurface in your mind. 

Like the tiny, two bedroom apartment you used to live in with your mom until you were thirteen. The walls you always remembered as a dull grey now shine in your mind as a bright sky blue. You’re sitting in the living room, dressed in a second hand princess costume. A handmade paper crown lies on the coffee table patiently waiting to be decorated with the mismatched gemstones that were spread around it. You’re smiling, drawing bright red hearts on the yellow construction paper. You can still remember the smell of the chocolate cupcakes your mom was baking in the kitchen for your sixth birthday. A hint of strawberry in the air from the homemade strawberry icing your mom was currently mixing on the counter, smiling every time she looked up to check on you. You felt your mouth start to water, remembering the taste of your birthday cupcakes. How every year, your mother would allow you one guess at her secret ingredient for her icing. You never were able to figure it out, and now you will never get the chance. 

That little apartment was always a place you had associated with embarrassment and sadness. This single, happy memory of your childhood home making you tear up in your mother’s hospital room, riddled with guilt. You wished you would have appreciated her more. Instead, you spent the majority of your teenage years blaming her for everything that was wrong in your life growing up. How you grew up known as the bastard daughter of one of the wealthiest men in South Korea. The product of an affair between your mom and the CEO of Park Properties, Park Ji-woon.

You hear a few light knocks coming from the doorway, ripping you from your subconscious back into the present. Turning to look at the unexpected visitor, you feel a blanket of comfort fall over you as your eyes fall on the boy leaning on the door frame. His light pink hair was hidden under a black hat and half his face was covered by a black mask, but the way his eyes turned into crescents from his smile was all you needed to see to know who it was. 

“Jimin.” You jump up from your chair by your mother’s bedside and run over to your half-brother, throwing your arms around him in a hug. 

“Hey, Peaches.” You smiled at the childhood nickname Jimin gave you when you were both kids. He rubbed your back in comfort before breaking the hug, moving his hands down your arms to hold yours. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I jumped on a flight as soon as I heard.” 

You look up at your brother with a small smile. “You didn’t have to come, Jiminie. I would’ve understood. You’re in the middle of a tour!”

“This is more important,” He says as he smiles back at you. Jimin was in the middle of a world tour with his four member idol group, Chaotic. He should be halfway across the world right now, performing half a dozen shows along the North American West coast. Instead, he is here at the bedside of his half sister’s dying mother, the woman who nearly ruined his family’s reputation. The media would have a field day. 

Jimin looks over at your mother, his smile dropping as he takes in the ventilator she’s hooked up to. The sound of it breathing for her mixed with the beeping of the machines echoed off the walls of the quiet room. 

“How much longer do we have?” His hands let go of yours as he walks over to an empty chair by your mother’s bed, taking her hand in his as he sat down.

“I don’t know.” You follow him, pulling up your chair next to him and sit down. “Doctor says it can be any moment now. Tomorrow, next week, the next few hours. She was slowly showing little signs of improvement, but suddenly it just took a turn for the worst.” You feel your eyes start to water and take a deep breath through your nose, trying your best to fight them back. It was only you and Jimin in the room. He wouldn’t blame you for crying. Anyone would be expected to cry in this situation, but letting your tears fall right now would just make this whole situation all too real. You weren’t ready to believe that your mother could be gone any day now.

“She’s always been a fighter, hasn’t she?” Jimin’s voice was barely above a whisper as his thumb rubbed the back of her hand.

“Yeah… She has.” You both sat there in silence for the next half hour. A few sniffles escape from Jimin, the bill of his black hat covering his eyes, making it hard for you to see if he’s crying. You hear another soft knock by the door, both of you turning to see one of the hospital nurses leaning into the room with a soft, close lipped smile on her face.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you, but visiting hours are almost over.”

You give her a small nod, returning the smile while telling her thank you before she disappears out of view. You hear shuffling next to you and turn to see Jimin standing up from his seat, smoothing out any wrinkles in his all black attire.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asks you as you stand up from your chair, following him to the doorway. 

“No, I was just gonna grab something on the way home.”

“Come out with me and Ashley tonight. Tae came home too so you don’t have to worry about third wheeling.”

You stopped in the doorway. Jimin turned to look back at you, catching the look of surprise on your face.

“Taehyung’s here, too?” You were surprised to hear he was back. Taehyung was your highschool sweetheart and Jimin’s best friend. Your relationship was short lived, ending on his terms, shortly after him and Jimin debuted together as Idols. You’ve only exchanged a handful of words to each other in the two years since then. It’s safe to say spending any prolonged amount of time with him was not on the top of your to-do list. 

Jimin gives you a soft smile, the look of confusion and surprise not lost on him. “He’s worried about you. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but he still cares about you, Y/N.”

You let out a sigh, turning your head to give one more look into your mom’s hospital room. Turning back towards Jimin, you walk towards him, following him down the hallway to the elevators. You were still surprised Taehyung flew all the way back from their tour in support of you. You sneak a glance at Jimin, starting to feel a little guilty that they both flew all this way for you. The least you could do was go to dinner with them.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” you finally answer him.

He turns to look at you, eyes shining bright under the bill of his hat as he smiles at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling back at him. “One night out in a while may be good for me.”

Dinner went by in a blur. Your best friend Ashley secured a private room at a popular BBQ restaurant for the four of you. Perks of being the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Seoul. Being the known girlfriend of the beloved Park Jimin helped, too. After an awkward, half-assed hug and an exchange of small talk with Taehyung, you spent most of the dinner avoiding eye contact with him. Ashley, sensing your discomfort, was doing her best keeping the boys talking about stories from their tour. It wasn’t long until a bottle of soju was ordered for the table. With everyone taking shots, it didn’t take long for you to start to feel more relaxed and enjoy yourself, laughing at Jimin’s recount of how Tae accidentally broke into the wrong hotel room while drunk. 

“He was just lucky it was our manager’s room,” Jimin laughed while Tae was shaking his head in his hand.

“Oh, poor Taehyungie. We just can’t take you anywhere, can we?” You said with a smile as you took another shot of soju.

Taehyung looked up at you with a brief look of surprise at you addressing him before turning his lips up into a smirk. He looked between you and Ashley, asking the two of you a question while pouring himself another shot. “So what have you girls been up to while we’ve been away?”

“Nothing as exciting as midnight skinny dips in hotel pools,” Ashley said with a huff as she rested her elbow on the table, head leaning on her hand. “Y/N-ssi has been kept busy with work. I’ve managed to get her to come out for dinner and drinks every now and then. She doesn’t like to come out and play as much as she used to.” Ashley looked at you with a pout.

“We’re not in university anymore, Ash.” You roll your eyes, smiling at your best friend as she stuck her tongue out at you. You and Ashley spent the better parts of your university days jumping from one party or club to another. A luxury you haven’t been able to indulge in as of late due to the increased involvement your father has been wanting you to have with his company. You hear Tae snicker across the table from you. You raise an eyebrow at him, not sure what exactly he was laughing at.

“We should go out tonight then,” Jimin said as he waved over the waitress, handing her his credit card to cover the dinner bill. Ashley squealed happily in response.

“Yes! There’s a new club I’ve been dying to go to! I can get us on the list.” Ashley grabbed her phone off the table, her fingers tapping away on the screen.

You nibbled on your bottom lip before speaking. “I don’t --” The words were barely out of your mouth when Taehyung cuts you off.

“What? Daddy’s little girl can’t come out and play again? I guess some things just never change.” You watch as Tae takes another shot of soju. You hated it when he called you a daddy’s girl. His tone of voice always puts such a negative connotation on it. You always knew your habit of doing what was expected of you bothered him. That very tendency of yours being one of the main reasons for your break-up. It was part of what fueled your partying back in university, feeling the need to prove him wrong. You try to tell yourself that you didn’t have anything to prove to him now, but you also didn’t want him to know his comment got under your skin.

“Let’s do it,” you say, standing up from your chair. Jimin and Tae looked at you in surprise as Ashley stood up with you.

“So awesome! Word hasn’t gotten out yet that you guys are back in town, so no one should suspect to see two Chaotic members out in Seoul. We might be able to go unnoticed by the media. Now come on, we can stop by my apartment to change before we go. I have the cutest outfit that you can wear.” Ashley grabbed your hand, leading you out of the restaurant. The boys following closely behind you. As you make it out to the street and towards Jimin’s car, you try your best to give yourself a mental pep talk.

“It’s just one night, Y/N… What could possibly happen?”

JIN POV

“Hey, Yoongi. Chanyeol just told me that two members of Chaotic have been added to the guest list tonight. Should we block off one of the VIP booths for them?” Namjoon walks into the office, plopping down on one of the chairs in front of Yoongi’s desk. 

“Chaotic? Aren’t they halfway across the world right now?” Yoongi asks, feet propped up on his desk as he leans back in his office chair, scrolling through his phone. One of his hands absentmindedly fluffing his mint colored hair.

“Yeah, I think your boy got bamboozled, Joon.” Jin laughs, sitting up from his prone position on the office couch. Namjoon flashes his middle finger before running his hand through his light brown hair.

“Fuck off, dude. He says he’s friends with one of the member’s girlfriends. She texted him an hour ago saying it’s going to be her, 2 members, and some girl.” 

“He always says he knows someone’s girlfriend or cousin or whatever. This is the last freebie he gets. Anyone else, he needs to run it by me first.” Yoongi states, eyes still glued to his phone. Namjoon hums in response, too preoccupied looking at his own phone to give a proper acknowledgement. 

Jin looks at his own phone, checking the time. 10:47 PM. Yoongi’s club should be in full swing of operations by now, evident by the bass of the music vibrating the walls of the office. Jin stands from the couch, letting out a small huff of boredom. This was just another party, another night full of alcohol-fueled entertainment. Another night full of socialite girls with personalities as interesting as watching cement dry.  He takes a look at his two best friends, his two partners in crime. Best friends since childhood that grew up to be known as the biggest Playboys in all of Seoul. The first few years since they all came of age were fun, but lately the fun seems to have run stale, at least for Jin. When Yoongi opened this club a month ago, Jin was hoping it would reignite the passion for partying. It did for a while, but it quickly became the same party just a different scene. He claps his hands together, taking a few steps towards the door.

“Well, shall we get the night started?” Jin turns to his friends, the club music becoming louder as he opens the door to the office. Yoongi and Namjoon stand from their chairs, walking past Jin and out the door. 

“Good time as any,” Namjoon says while checking something on his phone. “Chanyeol says his friend is here with the Chaotic members. They’re making their way to one of the VIP booths now.”

“Moment of truth. This should be interesting.” Yoongi slaps Namjoon on the back, walking past him and down the short hall to the club. Jin follows behind them, closing the door. He lets a yawn pass his lips, stretching his arms out through it and placing his hands behind his head. As they make their way out towards the dance floor, the boys stop at the small landing that looks over the club. Namjoon points towards the VIP area, pointing out a guy with light pink hair with his arms around a girl. 

“That’s got to be Park Jimin,” Namjoon shouts at Jin and Yoongi over the loud music of the club. 

“Well, where’s the other one?” Yoongi shouts back. The three of you scan the dance floor looking for another one of the Chaotic members. After a few moments, Namjoon points towards the bar. “There! Pretty sure that’s Kim Taehyung. The girl next to him must be the other person that’s with him.”

Jin looks over towards the bar, his dark brown eyes widening as his eyes land on you. “Wow.” The word left his mouth without him even realizing. Namjoon turns to him and smirks. 

“Don’t get too excited, Jinnie boy. That’s probably his girlfriend.” Namjoon punches Jin’s shoulder lightly, walking down the small set of stairs after Yoongi and making their way towards the VIP section. Jin kept his eyes on you. He took in the annoyed look on your face as Taehyung was talking to you. There’s no way you were his girlfriend. Not with that look of disinterest in whatever it was that Taehyung was saying to you. He continued to watch as you grabbed the drinks from the bartender, turning away from Taehyung while he was mid sentence and made your way up to the VIP area. “Even if you are his girlfriend, you’re obviously not happy with him right now,” Jin thought to himself. “Doesn’t matter. You’ll be mine by the end of the night.” Jin started down the stairs, following his friends to the VIP area, smiling to himself. Looks like it wasn’t going to be another boring night after all.

Holding the drinks you bought for you and Ashley, you make your way through the sea of dancers and back towards the VIP area. You’ve only been in the club for a total of 10 minutes and you already regret it, wishing you could leave now and curl up in the comfort of your own bed. The skin tight black bodycon dress and stilettos Ashley dressed you in; making you feel slightly uncomfortable and you weren’t quite drunk enough just yet for the short length not to bother you. Taehyung wasn’t helping your mood either. When he had offered to help carry drinks, you were hoping it would be an act of kindness performed in silence. Instead, you spent the entire time trying to tune out his backhanded apology. 

“I’m sorry if what I said at dinner upset you, Y/N. You didn’t have to come out tonight to prove anything. I know fun like this isn’t really your scene.”

You scoff at the replay of his words in your head. Fun like this. What was he trying to say? You enjoyed plenty of fun like this when you were in university with Ashley. You couldn’t help but think that he would know that, if only he didn’t find you not worthy of his time to stick around back then. It’s not your fault he decided to show back up when you have to act like a grown up. You have a reputation to upkeep now. You already have so much working against you, being labeled as a constant party girl wouldn’t help.

You start up the stairs to the VIP area only to be stopped when you feel someone grab your elbow. You turn to look at the unwelcome interruption and find Taehyung glaring at you with an annoyed expression, holding two bottle beers in his free hand.

“What now, Tae?” You bite at him, not even trying to hide the annoyance in your voice or on your face. 

“You can’t just walk away like that. It can be easy to lose you in this crowd. You need to be more careful.” Tae holds onto your elbow, only letting go when you jerk it out  from his hand.

“I know how to navigate a club, Tae. Believe it or not, this isn’t my first time at one. I can look out for myself.” You turn back around and start back up the staircase. You hear Taehyung say something behind you, barely making out him say “Fucking brat” over the loud music. Whether he meant for you to hear it or not, you don’t care. You decide to ignore him, rolling your eyes and continuing on.

Once you make it up to the VIP area, you see JImin and Ashley sitting with three other guys, talking and laughing.You take in the three strangers, trying to figure out why they look so familiar. The low lighting of the club makes it hard to see them clearly from this short distance. You could tell they looked around your age, if not just a bit older. You see the guy next to Jimin throw his head back in laughter. His mint colored hair pushed slightly back with a headband and a gummy smile displaying across his face as he leaned his head back down. Next to him sat a taller man with light brown hair and horn rimmed glasses. He was laughing along too, listening to the other two boys in whatever conversation they were holding. 

It was the third guy talking to Ashley that held your gaze longer than the other two. His profile alone was alluring. Your eyes travelled from his dark hair that fell into his eyes to the sharp cut of his jawline. From there your eyes moved to his neck, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he talked before taking in the wide set of his shoulders. You don’t realize you were fantasizing how it would feel like to run your mouth up and down his neck and shoulders until he looks in your direction. His eyes meet yours, smirking as if he knew what you were just doing, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, noticing how plump they were before taking in his full face. From this angle, his features seemed soft and boyish if it weren’t for the contrast of his jawline. God, he was gorgeous. Ashley follows his gaze to you, smiling as she jumps up to grab her drink and pull you towards the table.

“Oh, Y/N! Tae! Perfect timing! Come meet our new friends.” Ashley pulls you down into the seat next to her, right across from the wide shoulder Adonis. Tae took the seat next to you, passing Jimin’s beer to him across the table. Ashley grabs everyone’s attention, introducing everyone around the table starting with the mint haired boy.

“This is Min Yoongi. He’s the owner of this club. Next to him is Kim Namjoon. His dad owns one of the largest recording labels here in Seoul.” The two boys take their turns waving at you. You return a polite smile before Ashley moves your attention to the last newcomer, his lips turning up into another smirk once your eyes meet. You feel your eyes trail down his body, eyes glancing over the part of his chest peeking from his white V-neck before landing on the exposed skin of his thighs from the sinfully ripped jeans he was wearing. You start wondering how his body looks under his clothes before mentally slapping yourself, shooting your eyes back up to his. He lets out a small chuckle and you know he is completely aware that he’s been mentally undressed by you. To be fair, it probably happens to him all the time. Too busy ogling over your tablemate, you don’t notice the death glare Taehyung is shooting his way or the way Ashley looks between the two of you with a raised eyebrow before continuing her introduction.

“And this is Kim Seokjin. Guys, this is Kim Taehyung and, last but not least, my best friend and Jimin’s sister, Park Y/N.” 

“Please, call me Jin,” he says, giving you a wink and you immediately feel heat rise to your cheeks as you smile. And then it dawns on you.

The drop of his name finally sparks recognition in you. Now you know why these three men look so familiar. You see their names and faces all over tabloids and socialite centric internet articles. Kim Seokjin and two partners in crime. The notorious, rich playboys of Seoul. Not necessarily bad news, but bad enough for you to mark him as off limits. He is definitely someone you shouldn’t be associated with. It’s too bad. He looks absolutely delicious. But like you said earlier, it’s just one night. One night couldn’t hurt much, right? 

“Nice to meet you guys. It’s a nice club you have here.” You look towards Yoongi and lift your drink in the air towards him. A little toast before you take a sip, leaning back into your seat.

“Thank you.” he says, nodding his head in appreciation. “So what brings you guys out tonight? I thought you two would be in the middle of a world tour.” Yoongi points between Tae and Jimin before drinking from his own beer.

“Yeah, we almost didn’t believe it was you guys when we heard it,” Namjoon said with a slight chuckle.

Jimin laughs before responding, his eyes turning into crescent shapes as he smiles. “I had to come back for a family matter. We’re in a break between shows right now anyways. We’ll head back once we get things settled. Tae came along for support.”

“Just trying to show support to those who need me,” Tae says as he throws his free arm over the back of your chair. You feel him try to subtly place his hand on your shoulder and you shoot him a glare out of the side of your eye. You sit up, leaning forward in your chair away from his arm, trying to cover up your scoff with a sip of your drink, hoping it would go unnoticed. You see Tae rolling his eyes from your peripherals, rolling yours back in response.  Placing your drink on the table, you look up at Jin sitting across from you just in time to see his darkened eyes as he takes in Tae’s arm on your chair. His eyes move to meet yours, the darkened look disappearing. You raise your brow at him curiously. Is he jealous? Over Taehyung? You giggle to yourself at the thought. If only he knew Tae wasn’t a threat. “If only you didn't have bad news written all over you,” you thought to yourself.

“So are you guys just out on a double date?” Jin asks, still looking at you. You involuntarily snort, causing the group to look in your direction. Ashley looks at you with a bemused expression, a little giggle slipping past her lips as she takes a sip of her drink.

“No, this is not a double date,” you say while trying to regain your composure. You continue your ramble, pointing between yourself and Taehyung. “We’re not… No. Definitely not a double date.” 

“Get it together, girl,” you think to yourself, grabbing your drink and downing the rest of it. Maybe you were drunker than you originally thought. Ashley takes the opportunity to take over the conversation, pulling the guys attention towards her and Jimin. You silently thank her as you peek at Taehyung out of the corner of your eye. You notice he has his jaw clenched and tense, probably a reaction from your blatant display of distaste at being considered his. You know you should feel bad, but you don’t. He lost the right to have any sort of claim over you a long time ago. You start to feel the need to escape and go to excuse yourself from the table.

“I’ll be back. I need another drink,” you announce as you stand from your seat. Jin looks at you, slowly rising from his chair.

“Would you like some company?”he asks, his plush lips turning up into a soft smile. You were about to turn him down, only changing your mind when you hear Tae try to interject.

“I’ll go with --” 

“Actually, Jin. I would love your company.” Jin’s smile grows wider. He offers his arm to you as he stands up. You take it, wrapping your hands around his biceps. Enjoying the feeling of how his muscles flex under your touch. 

The two of you walk towards the bar, ignoring Tae as he calls out your name. This wasn’t one of your best decisions, walking away from your friends with someone you literally just met. Especially someone you had just labeled as off limits. Your emotions and the alcohol in your system being the main influencers on the choice. Despite being practically a stranger, you feel safe with Seokjin. You tell yourself not to worry about it. One night making choices on a whim shouldn’t do much damage in hindsight, right? 

Your mind is lost to the beat of the music, focusing only on weaving through the crowd of club goers as you make your way to the bar. With every step, you can feel all the alcohol you’ve had  creeping up on you. You start to feel the tingling sensation in your face and you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. Feeling a little unstable in the stilettos, you cling a little tighter to Jin’s arm, focusing hard on not tripping.

Finally at the bar, Jin waves over the bartender, ordering the two of you a round of shots. You think about turning the shot down, but decide against it. You remind yourself this is the first night in a while that you’ve spent somewhere other than at home. You deserve at least one night to enjoy yourself. While waiting for the shots to be made, you lean your back against the bar and take a look around the club, finally taking the time to admire the layout. The majority of the first level was occupied by a lit up dance floor, the edges around the walls lined with couches and high top tables. The VIP area was located on a lofted 2nd level overlooking the dance floor. It's very packed now, the newness of the venue still not worn off. Your eyes wander back up to the VIP area and you notice Taehyung standing at the railing, staring at you. You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him, instead choosing to turn around and face the bar.

“Let me guess. Ex-boyfriend?” Jin leans up against the bar next to you, giving you a smirk when you turn to look at him.

“What gave it away?” You ask, propping your chin on your hand as you smile back at him.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m good at reading people?” Jin leaned closer to you, plump lips spread into a beautiful smile.

“I would,” you say, turning away from him as the bartender brings the two shots, picking yours up from the bartop. “But why do I get the feeling it’s more to do with knowing from experience?” Jin laughs, grabbing his shot and clinking the glass up against yours. 

“So you’ve heard of me?” He asks before you both down your shots. 

“Who hasn’t heard of the man who coined his own nickname, Mr. Worldwide Handsome?” You lick your lips, savoring the fruity taste of the shot that was still on your tongue. You’re amazed how you couldn’t even taste the alcohol and wouldn’t mind having another. “This was delicious, by the way. Did you come up with it?”

“Good guess, I did. It’s my secret weapon. You want another round?” Jin catches the attention of the bartender again, raising his glass and pointing at it. Already ordering another round before even waiting for your answer.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Jin? Trying to take advantage of me?” You ask, the alcohol making you feel bold as you lean in close to him. He leans into you, too, moving his hand to push a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Yes and no. You don’t seem like the type of girl to let that happen.” He lightly caresses the side of your face, fingers lingering on your cheek and you let him.

“Hmm, smart boy,” you say before moving your face away from his hand. The bartender drops off your next round of shots and you both waste no time in downing them. “So, what is your type of girl, Seokjin?”

“Why? Interested in applying?” Jin says to you before turning to signal to the bartender for another round. You answer him when he turns back in your direction.

“Sorry, Jinnie boy. But you’re not my type.” 

“What? Handsome not your type?” He says as the bartender drops off the third round.

“No,” you respond with a smile. “Trouble isn’t my type.” You both grab a shot. You go to drink yours while Jin gives you a smirk.

“Ah, but you do think I’m handsome.”He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye as he downs his shot and you laugh. He’s funny and you like his confidence. It’s a shame you won’t allow yourself to get to know more of his personality. That’s something that would take more than just tonight to learn, and again, he is not someone you need to be associated with. But damn, do you think he looks handsome. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

Jin places the shot glass on the bar top and leans in close to you. You feel a tingling sensation go through your body and convince yourself it's from the alcohol and not his close proximity. Jin gives you a quick look up and down, and you know he is completely aware of the effect he has on you. “You know,” he says leaning in even closer. “You’re spending a lot of time with a guy who isn’t your type.”

“What? A girl’s not allowed to have herself a little fun?” You bat your lashes at him, leaning in towards him, closing the little distance between you two. Your lips are inches apart, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. You smell the fruitiness of shots on his breath and take a quick glance down to his lips, wondering which of you will break and close the gap first. Another few seconds of the stand off passes before you decide you were going to make the first move, only to be interrupted when you hear someone call your name. You and Jin pull away from each other and turn to see Ashley walk up with Jimin close behind her.

“Y/N! There you are! You left your phone up at the table. I’ve been trying to text you.” Ashley hands your little black clutch, fully prepared to lecture you for disappearing when she turns to look at JIn. Jin gives her a smile before she turns back to you. “Oh,” she says and gives you a knowing smile.

“Sorry, Ash. I didn’t mean to be gone this long. Jin and I were just enjoying ourselves,” you say as you pull out your phone, checking the notifications before putting it back into your purse. 

“Oh, I’m sure,” she teases. “Anyways, Taehyung already left and Jimin and I are heading out ourselves. Are you ready to go?” 

You instinctively move to follow Ashley, stopping yourself midstep. “Actually.” You look at Jin who is staring at you before looking back at Ashley. “I think I’m going to stay a little longer.” You look back at Jin who gives you a wide smile.

Ashley looks between you and Jin, smiling again when she leans in to give you a hug. “Text me when you get home, okay? And Seokjin...” Ashley steps back from you and turns to the tall man. “Take care of her. If anything happens to her, I know where to find you.” 

Jimin waves goodbye to you as he and Ashley turn and leave. Jin waves back before leaning towards you. “Should I be scared of her?” He asks with a laugh.

“Yes, you should be,” you say with a giggle. Feeling the alcohol course through your body, you start to move to the beat of the music. With a surge of confidence, you grab Jin’s hand and start pulling him onto the dance floor. “Now come on. I want to dance.” 

You lose track of time out on the dance floor, getting lost in the music and enjoying the feeling of Jin’s body pressed up against yours. Ever so often, he let his hands wander up and down your body. You intercept his hand each time before they are able to discover an intimate part of your body, giggling and laughing each time you feel his pout against your neck. After a few songs of grinding up against each other, Jin decides to put on a show for you, granting you multiple displays of what he calls his ‘signature dance moves.’ One move in particular sends you doubling over in laughter, the way Jin stands with his feet shoulder-width apart, head thrown back while he wiggles his arms shamelessly from side to side. After exhausting all his talent, Jin pulls you back up into the VIP area asking to take a breather, his dark hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. You agree with him, your own legs starting to feel sore from trying to dance in heels. He sits you down in one of the booths before walking over to grab two bottles of complementary water from an ice bucket against the back wall, stopping for a quick chat with Namjoon along the way. 

You watch him, eyes trailing up and down his long body. Admiring the way his ripped jeans clung to his legs, sweat glistening on the exposed areas of his thigh. He opens one of the water bottles and takes a drink. You’re mesmerized by the bob of his Adam’s apple, wanting nothing more than to walk over and suck love marks along the surface area of his neck. You lightly shake your head, pulling yourself back to reality as you reach into your clutch for your phone, looking for a distraction. Clicking your screen on, your eyes widen when you look at the time. 2:03 AM. Fuck. You need to be up for work in a little over 5 hours. The small bout of panic sobers you just a little and you silently scold yourself for not playing more attention to how late it was getting. You look back up at where Jin stood talking to Namjoon, making brief eye contact with him. He gives you a quick wink before turning back to Namjoon, continuing on with whatever he was saying. You smile from the cuteness of the wink, feeling giddy from the action only for it to be quickly replaced by a small wave of sadness that washes over you. 

You really enjoyed yourself tonight. You couldn’t tell what brought on the sadness; the fact that your night of fun was coming to an end or the fact that, if you could help it, won’t ever see Seokjin again. You decide for it to be the former. It’s safer this way. You enjoyed your night with Jin and you completely understand why girls would still flock to him, regardless of his playboy reputation. If only you had the luxury of being one of those girls, you would throw caution aside and allow yourself to enjoy all that is Seokjin. To hell with whatever gossip or rumors would manifest about you. Unfortunately, you’re not one of those girls and you’ve been lucky enough already to make it through the night without anyone recognizing you. You let out a soft sigh, knowing the time has come for you to return back to reality. 

Placing your phone back in your clutch, you stand from your seat and walk towards Jin. You place your hand on his shoulder, pulling his attention to you. He turns back to Namjoon, letting him know he’ll catch up with him later before the taller boy walks over to the railing of the VIP area, joining Yoongi in watching the club goers down below.

Jin turns back to you, smiling as he moves you closer to the wall. “Sorry, I kept you waiting. Namjoon doesn’t know when to shut up sometimes. Did you start to miss me?”

He  hands you an unopened bottled water before bracing his hand on the wall behind you. You give him a soft smile as a thank you as you lean back against the wall. The beautiful smile on his face makes it hard for you to form words. Why did he have to be so goddamn gorgeous?

“It’s time for me to go home, Jin.” You cross your arms across your chest and tilt your head back to look up at his face. 

Jin nods his head before responding. “And so you came over here to invite me over? I accept.” He gives you another heart stopping smile as a light laugh escapes your lips.

“I came to tell you bye. This is where we part ways. It was nice meeting you, Seokjin.” You go to push off the wall to leave, stopping yourself as Jin goes to talk.

“Now why does that feel more like a ‘Goodbye’ than a ‘See you later’? Running off at midnight like Cinderella. Do you not want to see me again? I thought we were having a good time,” he turns his lips into a pout, but you can tell by his tone he was being playful.

“Running off at 2AM, actually. And It was a good time. But as I said before, you’re trouble. And I stay away from trouble. It’s best if we just end things here.” You try to stand tall, putting as much authority in your tone of voice as you can manage to let him know you’re serious. Jin leans in close to you. You inhale deeply trying to maintain your composure despite his close proximity, catching a light trace of whatever cologne he was wearing. It smelt woodsy and delicious and you were trying to figure out how you didn’t notice it before. 

His lip brushing against your earlobe sending shivers down your spine. “I can be a good boy,” he whispers to you and you smile, rolling your eyes as he pulls back just enough to look at you.

“I highly doubt that,” you tease him.

“How about this.” Jin reaches into his pocket with his free hand, pulling something out. He holds up his hand in the small gap between the two of you and you focus on the shiny round object before looking back at him. Your eyebrows furrow in curiosity. “We’ll flip a coin.”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Flip a coin? Really?” you said raising an eyebrow at him. His tongue sneaks out to wet his pillow lips before spreading them into a wide smile. You can still smell a hint of the fruity shots from earlier on his breath as he speaks.

“We flip a coin. Heads, you come home with me. Tails… Well, at least give me your number.” Jin chuckles after the last condition.

“What makes you think I’ll play along with your little game?” you ask before licking your lips, catching your tongue between your teeth as you look up at him.

“Live a little, princess. Take a walk on the wild side with me.” Jin flicks his eyes down to your tongue before looking back at you. His eyes looking darker even in the dimness of the club’s VIP area. “You ready? Call it in the air.”

You watch as he balances the coin on top of his thumb and index finger. He flicks his thumb up, sending the coin flipping in the air. You watch the coin, wondering what fate it would decide for you, already thinking up an excuse to get out of either. You see Jin move his hand out of the corner of your eye, thinking he’s going to grab the coin.  Instead, he catches you by surprise, grabbing your chin and lightly turning your face towards him, his lips crashing down on yours as the forgotten coin crashes down to the ground, rolling away out of sight.

Your mind goes blank at the sudden action, your lips on autopilot as they move in tandem with his. You feel butterflies in your stomach as you melt into the softness of his lips. You can tell that he’s holding back, probably expecting you to push him off at any moment. Your hands move to his chest, half a mind to stop things before they go too far. The small guttural moan that comes from his throat ignites a fire in your bones, awakening a desire in you. A desire that can only be satiated by one Kim Seokjin. Your hands move further up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your fingers knit themselves in his hair.

Jin nips at your bottom lip, swiping his tongue across the bitten area, asking for permission to enter. You let him, the loud music of the club now being drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat pulsating in your ears. You nearly forget where you are, what you were trying to do before his lips found yours. The people and the room disappear around you with the only thing existing is Jin, his plump lips, and the delicious way his hands roam up and down your body. You allow his hands to roam freely this time, no intention in stopping his endeavors as you lose yourself in his touch. It wasn’t until the sound of Yoongi yelling at the two of you to get a room that you were pulled back into reality. Jin pulls back away from you just slightly, the both of you smiling as you try to catch your breath. 

“Well,” Jin says as he pushed a fallen strand of your hair back behind your ear. “What’s the verdict?”

You know you should go home. Leave him here without so much as your number as you return back to your uneventful life. But you can’t stop thinking about the way his lips feel on yours. How badly you want him and how that want extends for more than just tonight. It’s a bad idea. He’s a bad idea and no matter how many times you’ve told yourself that tonight, the one thing that you’ve said to yourself more rings louder in your head. It’s just one night, what’s the worst that can happen? 

You grab the collar of Jin’s shirt, bringing him in for another kiss. You pull away after one, smiling at the way he chases your lips, wanting more. “I’ll tell you my answer..” you pause, grabbing his hand in yours, pulling him away from the wall. “After you buy me another drink.”

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HE WAS NOT THE LIGHT by fragile

[ click here to read ch. 2 ]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ji-Woon Hak | The Trickster/Adam Francis Characters: Adam Francis, Ji-Woon Hak, Ji-Woon Hak | The Trickster, Yun-Jin Lee Additional Tags: Suicide, Dark Comedy, Eventual Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Horror, Minor Original Character(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Eye Trauma Summary:

Determined to seek justice for a case the police far too easily dismissed, Adam begins his own investigation. He never expected for it to lead him towards a charmingly eccentric stranger— who offers his help in solving the mystery.

[herdreamlandland]

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ♥ symbols ♥

S- Smut      A- Angst

F- Fluff        Y- Yandere

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬: 

 𝐁𝐭𝐬

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

𝐍𝐜𝐭 127

Moon Taeil 

Johnny Seo 

Lee Taeyong

Nakamoto Yuta 

Kim Doyoung

Jung Jaehyun

Dong Sicheng (WinWin)

Kim Jungwoo 

Mark Lee

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔 

Park Jae Hyung

Park Sung Jin

Kang Young Hyun

Kim Won Pil

Yoon Do Woon 

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝟕 

Mark Tuan

Im Jae Bum

Jackson Wang

Park Jinyoung

Choi Young Jae

Kunpimook Bhuwaku (Bam Bam)

Kim Yugyeom

[imtooscaredforthis]

Stranger Danger

Trickster x Reader Smut

Part one (Find Part Two Here)

Summary: You happen to meet a famous K-Pop star on a lonely night at a bar. If only you knew what a mistake that was.

Mentions of: Death, Murder, stabbing, blood, gore, drugging, kidnapping, slight yandere themes, stalking, non con, Oral Sex, Rough Sex

A/N: I am having such a bad brain rot, I couldn’t sleep cause of him so, here you go

Word Count: 3.1K

“Rough Night?” The words snapped you out of your daydream, your eyes gazing up from your drink, catching sight of the man before you. A voice as smooth as honey, pretty golden eyes, and lilac colored hair that was smoothed back in a manner that you found quite attractive.

He seemed so familiar, and yet you doubt you had ever met him. You smiled at the handsome stranger, sucking in your breath and taking a sip from your glass. “I guess you could say that. Here to sympathize?”

“Well, I just don’t think a pretty lady such as yourself should be all alone on a night like this.” That comment managed to make your cheeks heat up, a scoff leaving your lips. He was a charmer, all right.

“I’m sorry, have we met before? You seem so familiar and- sorry if that’s weird.” For a moment, it almost seemed like he was offended by your comment, his lips twitching slightly, eyebrows furrowing.

But then, he chuckled softly, seeming completely unbothered. “Yeah, I get that a lot. I’m Ji-Woon, and I work for-”

“Oh wait, you’re that famous popstar, Trickster, right? That’s so cool. I walked by one of your concerts the other night. You sounded good.” You complimented him with a smile. It felt weird knowing that you were sitting with this celebrity, and you hadn’t even recognized him.

“That’s a shame, you should’ve gone in. I could’ve gotten you backstage tickets.” He winked, acting as if he hadn’t seen you that night. As if he hadn’t tracked you down to find you in this bar. As if he wasn’t planning to drug your drink the moment you looked away.

That night, that fateful night. He had just finished another concert with his adoring fans, and he was unsatisfied. He wanted more. He wanted his next victim.

And that was when he saw you. Walking across the road from him. It was like he didn’t even exist. There was something about you, something that made him want, something that made him need, something that made him crave your attention.

But tonight, your eyes would be on him and only him. And you would get a front row seat to his favorite performance. The aftershow.

He could already hear your screams, your begs and pleads for him to stop. He could already see your face full of fear, your body trembling and carved up so prettily. It made him so excited, he almost spilled your drink while trying to spike it.

It was a close call, but you hadn’t noticed, too busy getting lost in your head and gazing off around the bar. He continued making conversation with you, slowly counting down the seconds until the fun could begin.

--

It only took a matter of minutes for the drugs to kick in, your words turning into slurred blabbering, your eyes getting all fogged up and blurry. You should be thanking him for this. You seemed much more pretty, much more happier than before.

Soon enough, your eyes were growing heavy, and Ji-Woon knew he should get you out of here before you passed out in front of everyone. Trying to draw the least attention to himself as he could from him, he took you by the hand, helping you stand up. “You’re drunk, c’mon, let’s get you home.”

The popstar put on this facade to all those who were watching. One of a caring friend, helping his drunken companion get home safe. He always did put on a great performance, after all.

He had already dealt with his fans before, and made sure he would go unnoticed to most. So he could get you where he wanted without any problems for now or the future.

But it seemed that all of that hard work wasn’t worth it, due to a teenage girl charging right at him as he slumped your now unconscious body into the back seat of his car. Ji-Woon felt some panic rush through him as the possibility of getting caught crossed his mind. Then, he got a second glance of the girl, and he knew everything would be alright.

Young. Impressionable. A fan. Oh, he would be just fine. In fact, he just found another victim.

“Oh my god, Trickster! I can’t believe it’s you! I’m such a big fan. Could I get an autograph or picture or something?” She questioned excitedly.

“Sure, I think I just left something in my car that I can sign for you.” Ji-Woon mumbled, pretending to rummage through his back seat, using his back to hide the contents inside his vehicle.

“Is it that legendary microphone you used while performing at the-” Almost immediately, he shut up her rambling, slamming her head into the car and knocking her out, putting her in the back with you.

Well, now he could kill two birds with one stone. The murderer laughed at the little joke he made in his head, spinning the keys in his hand and starting the car. He pressed his hands up on his wheel, grinning excitedly, and barely keeping himself contained.

Tonight would be one of the biggest shows he’s had in awhile.

--

“Rise and shine, darling.” The words echoed through your mind, pulling you out of your drugged up haze. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, your vision becoming less blurred, as you got a good look of your surroundings.

You were in some sort of warehouse. It was dark and cold, dim light bulbs illuminating the place. The cool ground under you bit at your skin, making you shudder slightly. Your whole body felt slow, like it was being weighed down, and you could barely move.

Still you managed to glance up at the man standing above you. Somewhere in your barely functioning mind, something clicked, and you recognized him.

The man from the bar, the popstar, the celebrity, Ji-Woon himself. He was wearing different clothes now, much different from the casual outfit he was wearing at the bar. He wore a bright yellow trench coat with nothing underneath, revealing his muscular chest and stomach, along with a set of magenta colored slacks that hung low around his waist that showed his v-line as well.

The sight would be more appealing if he didn’t look so terrifying staring down at you like that. A menacing look on his face haunting you.

Gathering what strength you could, you tried moving your arms and hands, but to no avail. It felt like they were stuck together. Looking up, you saw that they were. Your wrists were bound together by a (f/c) ribbon, the material tied to a heavy crate that kept you in place.

You couldn’t struggle. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything. You were like a sitting duck, and he was the fox, licking his sharp teeth and preparing to eat you alive.

He pulled out a few vibrant colored throwing knives from his pocket, grinning down at you. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, that would prevent you from getting hurt. “Relax, would you? I’m not going to hurt you. Not yet anyways. I can’t have my audience harmed, not when the show hasn’t even started.”

The celebrity turned to a light switch, flicking it up and turning on the bright lights on the ceiling. The sudden luminescence hurt your eyes, making you squint.

Once your eyes adjusted, you caught sight of a teenage girl in front of you, her arms and legs tied up to some board, her mouth gagged. Blood leaked down the side of her head and mascara stricken tears streamed down her face, muffled whimpers leaving her mouth as she continued crying.

“(Y/n), say hello to our show’s starlight, Miss Kin-Joon!” The girl’s cries grew louder as she tried struggling out of her bonds. But she couldn’t move.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have your own show too later on.” He winked at you, making a shiver go down your spine.

So this was the true Ji-Woon, huh? He put on a convincing act, and you stupidly fell for it. You trusted him. You let this happen, and now someone else was going to pay for your mistakes. How could you?

Somehow, you managed to force some words out from your sore and raw throat. “Please, don’t hurt her. She’s just a kid. Take me instead, please.”

But your begging got you nowhere. He just ignored you, and turned to face the girl. He threw his knives up in the air, juggling them, and showing them off to an invisible crowd. Looking over, he sneered at you, turning on his heel and doing some more tricks with the knives, before aiming for the girl.

You both cried out, but it was too late. The blades were already thrown. Three hit her stomach, two, her chest, and then, one, right in the middle of her throat, slicing right through her windpipe.

You watched in horror as the girl choked on her own blood, slowly yet surely dying of suffocation. Trickster exclaimed with glee, bowing and thanking an audience that wasn’t even there. Then, he looked directly at you. “Now, it’s your turn.”

You wanted to scream, you wanted to call him a sick, sadistic bastard, a fucked up prick who would get what he deserved. But you knew you couldn’t. You knew if you had any chance of getting out, you had to comply with this monster’s needs. You just didn’t want to die.

“Wait, please, Ji-Woon, please don’t hurt me. I don’t want to die. I’ll do anything. Please.” Your voice faltered, your throat throbbing in pain, as the sobs shakily escaped your mouth.

He flipped his knife, tapping it against his chin as if he was deep in thought. The psychopath brought the weapon down to your face, gently wiping away the tears with his blade. “You’re so pretty when you cry.” He paused, pushing his weapon into your cheek, the blade breaking your skin and making a small cut, before dropping it on the ground and continuing.

“You know, all I wanted was your attention. But now, seeing you so desperate, willing to do anything for me, I think I want something else.” A lustful smirk crossed his blood stained face, and you felt a nauseating feeling twist in your gut. You didn’t want to, but if this meant you could live, then you’d do it.

Ji-Woon eyed your body, running his hands up and down your waist, humming to himself. “So, did you enjoy the show?”

You nodded rapidly, eyes all big with fear. He smiled, raising his knife, and you prepared for the painful impact of it slamming into you, but it never came. Instead, he sliced your clothes, open tearing the fabric off of you completely.

He ran his hands up and down your lingerie clad body, giving your breasts a squeeze, before moving his hands down to your hips, and ass, doing the same with him. You were so soft, so pretty. God, he wanted to just ruin you.

The next thing you knew, you heard the sound of a belt buckle, and his fly unzipping. Ji-Woon pulled the thin layer of his boxers down, slowly stroking his hardening member. His tip pressed up against your lips, some precum oozing from it.

You hesitantly stared down at his cock, angering him and making him impatient. He picked up his blade from the ground, sending you a threatening look. Almost immediately, you got the message, wrapping your mouth around his length and taking him in.

“Good girl.” He groaned, running his fingers through your hair, grabbing the strands roughly, and forcing himself to the back of your throat.

You gagged, choking, attempting to breathe as your throat closed up around him. You forced yourself to breathe through your nose, so you could actually get some oxygen in.

The celebrity continued using your hair as a handle, as he fucked himself into your mouth, leaning back and moaning. “Shit.”

You attempted to bob your head, looking up at him with those round doe eyes of yours. “So cute. You’re a little slut for your star, yeah?”

He waited for your answer, and grinned when he heard a muffled whimper escaped your lips. “Oh, right. Your mouth’s a little busy.”

You hated this. You hated him. You were only doing this for your own survival. But it seemed your body felt differently, hot arousal running through you and a distinct wetness beginning to run down between your legs. You subconsciously rubbed your thighs together, wanting him to touch you. To fill you up.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. Once you finish up here, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.” Ji-Woon purred, and you couldn’t help but moan at his words. He enjoyed the vibration from your noise. “You like that, huh? Want me to fuck you until you can’t walk? Until you can’t breathe?”

You gurgled in response, still unable to speak, choking around his length. He grabbed your head, forcing you to move faster on his cock, his moans growing louder. You knew he was getting close when you could feel him throb in your mouth, curses and praises spilling from his lips.

Letting out a loud groan, he threw his head back, climaxing hard down your throat. Ji-Woon pulled out, leaving you choking on his seed. He sat back, his chest heaving, while you coughed and sputtered, trying to get some of the liquid out.

He grabbed your chin, making you stop and look up into his eyes. You panted, your cheeks flushed, and your body trembling. God, you were so hot. “Swallow, and show me once you’re done.”

Reluctantly, you swallowed, forcing his cum down your throat. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue, to show nothing left but spit and saliva. Ji-Woon grinned in satisfaction, kissing you roughly, biting down hard on your bottom lip.

He continued kissing, sucking, and biting all over your body, removing your last articles of clothing and stripping you bare. You whimpered softly as he began to play with your nipple, sucking the other one, and moving his free hand down to your drenched cunt.

“So wet for me, huh? You must be desperate to be fucked.” He muttered lowly, his low voice further turning you on.

You despised the effect he was having over your body. And what made it all worse was you knew he was right. You were desperate, and you needed him badly.

The murderer bit down hard on your breast, making you inhale sharply and let out a small moan. He continued marking you up, running his finger up and down your slit, circling your clit teasingly.

He eventually put his fingers inside your opening, pumping slowly and making you cry out, grabbing onto the back of his coat to keep yourself grounded.

“You want it? You want me to fuck you until you can’t move? Then beg for it.” He hissed, thrusting his fingers even further inside, moving at a brutal pace.

“Please, Ji-Woon. I need you, pl-please.” You got out between moans. It made it even better that you were saying his name. Crying out for him, wanting him, needing him.

He smashed his lips against yours, kissing you roughly and passionately, removing his jacket, and grinding himself up against you. “I’ve always wanted to do this. Ever since I first saw you. Ever since that night at the concert.”

Before you could even process his words, he had lined himself up, pushing inside without warning. You gasped, crying out and arching your back.

His thrusts were rough, but paced. You got used to the pain, the pleasure beginning to kick in. You whimpered and moaned, eyes screwing shut from all the stimulation. As long as you didn’t look at him, as long as you forgot where you were, maybe things would be okay again.

But it didn’t seem like Ji-Woon would let that happen. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Doing as told, you forced yourself to look into his serpent-like eyes. In those eyes, you saw everything. All the violence, the brutality, the chaos, the narcissism, the insanity, everything. And it terrified you.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt a hot tear roll down your cheek. You had no idea why you were crying, maybe from the pain, or pleasure, or the fear, it was all so confusing. Ji-Woon kissed up your cheek, wiping away the tears with a smile.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, enjoying the feeling of how your walls squeezed around him.

You could only moan in response, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open and from rolling to the back of your head. You couldn’t even speak in full sentences, most of the things being incohesive babbles of pleasure and begging, and he loved it.

He could tell you were getting close by the way your breathing grew more spastic, and your nails digging into his back. Your walls were holding him tight, your body beginning to spasm.

“Ji-Woon, I’m- I’m-“ You cried out, and he silenced you with a kiss, his thrusts growing sloppy and erratic.

“Fuck, baby.” He finally pulled out, finishing all over your body. He laid to your side, pulling you close to him, while you both came down from your highs.

You felt disgusted with yourself, willing to do that, just to live? It was pitiful. It was pathetic. You should’ve just let him kill you. Meanwhile, Ji-Woon felt the exact opposite. He was so glad he did this. So glad he could have your attention in all the ways he wanted. He even got a new toy out of it.

Grabbing a towel, the celebrity cleaned off the mess on your body, putting his jacket on your shoulders, and propping you up. You were too tired to stop him, letting him do whatever he was doing to you now. Undoing your binds, he put one of his knives into your hand, moving it up, and pulling out his camera.

“Say cheese.” The flash hurt your eyes, making you blink rapidly after the photo was taken. “Perfect.”

With a grin, he showed you the photo of you sitting beside the dead teenage girl, a knife in hand. “I think I want a new toy, so I’m going to keep you here. But if you ever get out and try telling the police about this, I’ll show them this photo.”

It seemed he had you right where he wanted, and he had finally won. Slipping on the jacket, he turned away, dressing himself, preparing to leave. And he did, walking out and leaving you alone, nude, cold and in the dark.

You would try to escape but you were too exhausted, your body barely able to move. So, you let yourself fall into a deep sleep.

[pocket-scenarios]

Main Masterlist (Page 2)

(24/25)

Page Total Scenario Count: 22

Any Idol with their name italicized is linking to a boyfriend!au post.

Content Warnings: Smuts are in BOLD anything containing material that may be triggering is BOLDED AND ITALICIZED

Star Empire Masterlist

Total scenario Count: 6

ZE:A: 0

IMFACT: 6

ARIAZ: 0

LUK Factory:

NOIR

Seunghoon:

Yeonkuk: || Thump Thump ||

Junyong:

Yoonsung: || Solo ||

Siheon:

Hoyeon:

Siha:

Minhyuk:

Daewon:

HO

Bigflo

Euijin: || Careful ||

Sungmin:

Lex:

Noga Entertainment:

LUCENTE

Hero:

U.Seong:

Taejun:

Bao:

Z.Hoo:

Kogun:

Parkha:

WM

B1A4

CNU:

Jinyoung:

Sandeul:

Baro:

Gongchan: || Care ||

Oh My Girl

Hyojung:

Mimi:

YooA:

Seunghee:

Jiho:

Binnie:

Arin:

ONF

Hyojin: || Friends ||

E-Tion: || Compass Rose ||

J-Us:

Wyatt: || Lovely ||

MK:

U:

Ggumanamu

Chaeyeon:

Hyunseo:

Seunghyun:

Yeongin:

Chaewon:

Jowoon:

GH

B.I.G

J-Hoon:

Benji: || 8, 11, 31 ||

Gunmin: || More Than ||

Gookmin Pyo:

Heedo: || Alone Time || Listen To Me ||

Jinseok:

3YE

Yurim:

Yuji:

Haeun:

N.CH World

Nature

Sohee:

Aurora:

Saebom:

Lu:

Chaebin:

Haru:

Loha:

Uchae:

Sunshine:

TOO

Chihoon:

Donggeon:

Chan:

Jisu:

Minsu:

Jaeyun:

J.You:

Kyungho:

Jerome:

Woonggi:

BlackHole Ent:

Black6ix

Yey:

Taeyoung:

The King:

Jong Woon:

Ziki:

YongSeok:

Forest Network:

Seven O’Clock

Hangyeom:

Andy:

Hyun:

2Soul:

Jeong Gyu:

Taeyoung:

KJ Music:

TST

K:

Ain:

Wooyoung:

Junghoon:

Yonghyeon:

Target

G.I:

Seul Chan:

Zeth:

Hyun:

Roi:

Boun:

Woojin:

All-S:

M.A.P6

Minhyuk:

J.Jun: || Camping Trip ||

Sign: || Snuggly ||

Sun:

J.Vin: || Apology ||

D-Crunch

Hyunwook:

Hyunho:

O.V:

Hyunwoo:

Hyunoh:

Minhyuk:

Chanyoung:

Junseung:

Dylan:

MidWay Entertainment:

Snuper

Suhyun:

Sangil:

Taewoong:

Woosung:

Sangho:

Sebin: || Number ||

High Start Entertainment:

Halo

Dino:

Inhaeng:

Ooon:

Jaeyong:

Heecheon:

Yoondong:

DNA Entertainment:

Great Guys

Jae I:

Horyeong:

Haneul:

Daun:

Donghwi:

Dongin:

Hwal Chan:

Ui Yeon:

Baek Gyeol:

VT Entertainment:

Vanner

Taehwan:

Gon:

Hyeseong:

Ahxian:

Youngkwang:

Banana Culture:

EXID

Solji:

LE:

Hani:

Hyerin:

Jeonghwa:

Trei

Jaejun:

Juntae:

Changhyun:

Choon

WITZ

Eson:

Jooan:

Kyeonghoon:

Sihyun:

Wings Entertainment

A.Cian

Jungsang:

Hyeokjin:

Sanghyun:

Jin-O:

DSP Entertainment:

K.A.R.D

J.Seph:

BM:

Somin:

Jiwoo:

H2 Media Entertainment:

MYNAME

Insoo:

Gunwoo:

Seyong: || Bitter ||

JunQ:

Chaejin: || Jealous ||

Cordiel Entertainment:

PLAYBACK

Yunji:

Hayoung:

Yujin:

Woolim:

Eunjin:

KIthewhale Entertainment:

ENOi

Laon:

Dojin:

Hamin:

Avin:

Jinwoo:

J-Kid:

Gun:

8D Creative

OnlyOneOf

KB:

Love:

Rie:

Yoojung:

Junji:

Mill:

Nine:

TS

Sonamoo

Sumin:

Minjae:

D.Ana:

Nahyun:

Euijin:

High.D:

Newsun:

TRCNG

Jihun:

Hayoung: || Rainy Night ||

Hakmin:

Jisung:

Hyunwoo:

Siwoo: || Feelings ||

Hohyeon:

Kangmin:

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[sylusjinwoon]

{ 196 }

control me.

sylus x (non mc)fem.reader

warnings: 18+ thirst post / drabble; minors don’t interact.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

{ but i'm loving watching you think you're controlling me instead… }

it takes a herculean effort for sylus to maintain his nonchalant expression while watching you move back and forth from his cock. despite how his hands were itching with need to grab at your hips and simply slam your wet heat down on his shaft, sylus manages to maintain an air of feign arrogance, appearing almost bored.

he could feel his veins pulse against his temple, forcing his head to remain settled on the plush pillows settled on top of his bed, admiring the way you slowly slide your cunt up and down the length of his erection without fully sheathing him inside of you. sylus could feel his mouth going dry at the sensation, his gaze losing all trace of its ruby red color as an endless void seemed to take its place.

your hands were placed on the broad expanse of his chest, never once moving away from him as you provided his cock with an almost hedonistic sensation. he could feel the top side of his cock collecting at your honeyed arousal, causing it to twitch each time you continued your deliberate massages against him.

the squelching sounds heard coming from your pussy lips was enough for sylus to lose his control right then and there, but he manages to hold back, letting out a grunt in response. he watches the way your silken walls make a shiny sheen appear across his erection, causing the friction to become even more maddening for him.

“d-do you like this…?” you ask him with a pant, and he could practically feel your cunt swelling up with need for him. he lets out a hiss, forcing his head back into the pillow once more when he manages to tell you. “i love it. just feeling you like this makes me want you even more.”

a low, guttural groan was heard coming from him as he watches you removing yourself from his erection, your arousal seeming to drip down onto his pulsating cock, making you lick your lips in response. his heart was felt rapidly pounding against his chest, watching you with bated breath when you crawl down towards his cock and gave it a tentative lick.

red hot pleasure was felt coursing through his veins the moment you began licking and sucking at his shaft, with his hands going to your hair, allowing him to fuck your mouth as he bobbed your head up and down his cock.

“that’s it… fuck, that’s it.” you hum against his dick, curling your tongue up and down every inch of him as you traced at the veins felt pulsating inside of you. you continue your ministrations on him, hearing your boyfriend let out a string of curses as you felt the familiar twitch inside of your mouth.

not allowing him to climax so soon, you immediately pull away from him, a string of your saliva connecting your mouth to the tip of his cock as you proceeded to to lick your lips in response, further teasing him as you heard sylus let out an aggravated roar of your name.

“how dare you deny me-“ however, you manage to cut him off when you got back to straddling him, taking a hold of his cock as you expertly angled it against your slick heat before coming down on him a mere seconds later.

the moment he feels your silken walls envelope his cock in one swift thrust, sylus was forced to bite back his words as a groan escapes from him. “y-you cheeky little brat, hng!”

you smile sweetly down at him, proceeding to bounce up and down his cock. his expression darkens significantly, feeling angry at how you denied him of his prior release as he thrust upward, meeting your downward motion with a forceful stroke, making you toss your head back and nearly lose balance on top of him.

“oh my god, sylus!”

now, you were no longer in control as sylus forcefully pounds himself right up into your aching core, making your legs give out as you were forced to stop bouncing on top of him while trying to hold on to your balance against his chest. sylus gives you a cocky smirk, practically drilling into you as he keeps your hips still with his hands alone.

sylus keeps up with his breakneck pace, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head before stilling his hips completely inside of you. your walls clench around him the same time he shoots his seed directly inside of you, letting out a hiss at how your body was clearly trying to milk him for all he was worth from how much tighter your cunt felt surrounding him.

sweat covers his body when he lets out a grunt, feeling you land on top of him as you placed the entirety of your weight against him. a drunk expression paints your features, and he couldn’t help but find you achingly beautiful in such a fucked so good state.

your breathing was all he heard, earning a rich chuckle from him as he gently delves his fingers into your hair, now made damp from sweat. “was i too much?”

a weak giggle manages to escape from your parted lips, “mmm… no… you’re perfect. that was perfect. it still feels so good, even now.”

“heh, shall i continue pleasuring you?”

you gasp when sylus switches positions with you, forcing your back against the bed before spreading your legs, “let’s say you and i go a few more rounds… and by a few, i mean at least five more times.”

unable to fight back your mutual need for each other, you spread your legs even wider and allow sylus to retake his control on you, knowing that you would be exhausted by the time he was done with you-

but with the sheer amount of times sylus has taken you to heaven, you were certain that you didn’t mind one bit ♡

a.n. - i’m so thirsty for this man; send help 🫠

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[writetxt]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ji-Woon Hak/Adam Francis Characters: Adam Francis, Ji-Woon Hak, Yun-Jin Lee Additional Tags: Suicide, Dark Comedy, Eventual Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Horror, Eye Trauma, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Determined to seek justice for a case the police far too easily dismissed, Adam begins his own investigation. He never expected for it to lead him towards a charmingly eccentric stranger— who offers to help solve the mystery. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– i expected to take a writing hiatus after we are two of a kind, quite frankly, but my heart told me this had to be written! i hope you all decide to give this a read! ❤️❤️ enjoy !