#kiss and they start screaming and trying to take all of our toys away when they dont actually have a monopoly on any of these toys. we shar

[dia-oro]

now i need some karma for the rest of the boys...

This has nothing to do with my more spiteful side that wants revenge or justice and wants to make the chain miserable by teaching them that they can't always be in control, no, not at all, Why are you implying that? Do I look like that kind of person? Haha youre funny

i live to serve, I love a really good hearted MC/Darling but you know what better? A good but still fallible person :D as all humans are and these MFs will learn as your smiles can be serve to them, the spite and a ire can also got like a five start dessert.

*laugh in bad tempered Latina*

Let's imagine these man's no all of them are moronic and egoist when they fell in love and become obsessed with the darling, maybe is their copy mechanism that is already shite. But why they have to take our freedom or even torment us? Make the darling suffer a accident or chase them ? Mf they where look for grocery no to run away- well, some will tremble, others will dread in silence and others will try to Scape but... What about that say 'oh Nah, they think just because I can't do any magic I can't give them a lesson? You bet' so let's start.

I will start for the worst yandere to the least problematic, I will try my best so hope this pettiness and revenges/karma can give what you soul yearn.

Legend, our beloved red flag when yandere, there's no much need to say why, seven to what? Eight adventure is you count the one with the chain, the marin inciden, his uncle dead, this man never needed a sword, he needed a therapist from the age of 11yr. No matter how much wanting to break his neck in your sleep come after he literally kidnapped you, probably try to use some magic in you even a curse ring is all before fail, there's no need for tears or scream, we know he will man it up, so what about to opposite of kill him with kindred? Apathy, apathy is irony the key, treat everyone else better than him, give all the love and kisses to his descendant to spite it more, make your favourite food to them, make him watch, make him yearn but can't have it, sing at night at low-key tune the song of the dream fish, come on some pts :) make him break slowly to tears and stomb the pieces with apathy and overly Caring for the rest of the chain.

Four... Four is complicated and almost put twilight here but four had Cuatro! CUATRO reasons to be here (Akka the colors) this man is collected and laid-back, till these mfs got wild and holy shite, while four could let darling with no weapon and be pretty possessive he still is no a danger to darling themselves, but the colors? His mayor character in personality ?? Fragment of his personality made person, what the worst could happen? Blue, Vio and red, these could happened, green is okay but red didn't have any control, but if you say you let him be your toy to please he will jump to it, congrats, you have a him ready to bark if you say so, deprive him of your warm now, make him cry and whine, be the boss but remember tease with some ilusión of act of affection, yes, all horrible to say it but if needed then you must do it, be the bad person that day. Now, blue, blue is complicated because he explosive so do a social experiment with him if you say, a system of reward for good behavior with you, for letting your weapons back even pampered him but the moment he got back to his bullshit ? All affection privileges be take from no only him but the rest of the colors to, make the ire got to the frustrating point that only tears are all let, and when he finally break just caress him and with the most caring voice tell him what he did bad like a little kid, soon he will learn or stay in the stages of rage tears with you cleaning then and baby him, make him feel embarrassed, a little humiliation is good for bad boys. Vio, vio, a reward system is good for him, learn that bad action from his part end with red and green and blue being pampered in love or worse, cold shoulder for poor four that didn't know what the colors did wrong and is frantic trying to right wrong from making finery jewelry to whatever weapon you want just say or if he didn't know just tell him the concept and draw it and he do the rest.

Now can we take a moment and go for a spray of water or even better... Perfume and use it on twilight that was such a bad boy. We know mina did some damage but still- you just dare to use Wolfy on darling? Thousand years on jail thousand of years! Growls? Did he try to bite? Let's call Time to let his disappointed eyes burn him alive, or better, ilia or rusl do it if darling is in his Hyrule, look at him being scolded like a little kid for being a bratt, look how the kids in ordon laugh at him because he was being scolded for doing 'bad' like them, make all the woman's in ordon scold him, put him a cone of shame as Wolfie, common you don't need to go as far as with four and the colors, this man is easy to suffer guilt also the cone of shame make more easy the rest of the chain to laugh their ass at him.

sky, sky my beloved my dear man, you're a pain in the ass as yandere, thank God the godslayer of the chain is less agressive than some but still, expect a literal worshiper and at the same time someone delusional and needy, all in one of the most pretty pack ever seeing, this man could manipulate, even accidentally hurt someone and them being the most tearful bruh in the story of existence, all soft and letal, a darling more tempered or even more mature would see the best revenge is both living well and the true, so with no drama, no sugarcoating, tell him he losing you, tell him how even his reaction in that moment is only making you feel disappointed on him, use the reverse card on him, tell him how bad he was... Make him got the stages of grief, make him your servant for forgiveness, Hylia must be having her Jaja on him for leaving her reincarnation. The best revenge here is seeing him in the eye and tell him if he do it again you will hate him, he will no sleep for a time.

Time, time dear man, you try your best you really did, but when you got yandere and with these mask in your hands, you're the terror, good thing he trying to understand, but he almost as problematic as the rest of the boys before him but in different way, he wise, very wise, he live two times what should be a normal lifespan, but there's a thing, man didn't read and this man cannot run as fast as the mailman so this easy, write Malon. That it. Why? I like to think he managed to make Malon fell for you and start this tentative courting to lead to be darling part of the matrimony, so... Let Malon deal with him when everyone's go to lon lon, poor twilight is trembling like a leaf with fear of no existing anymore tomorrow. No all you have to deal is with a sad sap time for months but that okay.

Hyrule, why?? Why my love?? I blame all he can do to his fae nature that all. The good thing, he one of the most caring and empathy of the chain but also means, he can be talk like a semi normal person and let him see what he did was wrong but if he goes a little far for our human existence liking? Well, is would be sad it poppy seeds got carried away in the wind in from of him and the fairy instincts say got to count them and collect then all. If you always refuse if presents, really this man don't need much to tear up in his pillow like our first heart break, don't try something mean then that, remember we need our medic, kiss his cheek Chasty and caress his back as you tell him he did back but you can forgive him if he mean it and prove he honest, he will try his best.

Last but no less important our captain, warriors is a curious case because you first must notice that he did something wrong to us, conscious of it, because let's be honest if you think he doing it in jezz or even accident or in a joke you be annoyed but will no plot a lesson to him, but if he slip in his act *evil laugh* ignore him, give more attention to legend, to twilight but don't give him your time, you company but in a way that didn't make the rest of the chain got much questions just thinking that you're in a need of a respite, make him desperate, make him want to tear, try to be you partner in mission but darling professional and very out of reach still, say wild or even twilight is pretty, make him look at you scandalized and make this man pout as a five year old kid, because he know he did bad and still with guilt he did it, he understands and begrudgingly accept it, things are a your phased, no his.

Honorable mention;

Wind; no hug for bad little brothers and no candy's.

First; I feel bad by just mentioning him but if he end in the chain and end yandere just to make something stupid by accident, just look at him in the eyes, the look of total disappointed on him will make him wish dead, please, do no try anything more, this man is a mess already thank to the four years in jail by lies, just tell him you're angry at him.

Hope you like it, some are just more severe than others but that is already based in how their trials are... Some yanderes are more unstable than others.

[lovelyrotter]

can we all remember to just say 'oh no thank you, i dont like that kind of food' but apply that logic and rules to shipping and letting other people ship again

[menagerofmischief]

Can I please have cold stuffed cherry tomatoes, sausage rolls, tomato soup and kebab with boba, rose and mocha coffee served by Lando Norris? And a little dessert too 💕 my favorite track is Zandvoort

stuffed cherry tomatoes sugar daddy cold appetizer rough sex sausage rolls "I'll make it fit" tomato soup "Running away from my dick? I don't think so" kebab "Look at that, my cock is splitting you in half" boba anal rose spanking mocha coffee degradation dessert aftercare + matcha toys

Lando Norris x sugar baby!girlfriend!reader

TW: unprotected sex, cumming inside, PiA, anal, fingering, toys , size kink

WC: 2.1k

A/N: sugar daddy lando implied but not specified. also anal is like my biggest opp so I hope this doesn't suck

I stared at the track ahead of me from the comfortable space of McLaren’s hospitality. Everyone was quiet from the moment the last lap started, waiting for the result. I twisted the Cartier love bracelet Lando bought me a few weeks ago, insisting I needed to match with him, as I watched the race.

But my thoughts were somewhere else. All I could think about while watching Lando approaching the finish, heading for a win, was a conversation the two of us had last week at Lando’s (mine as well, I suppose) Monaco apartment.

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“You know, I’ve been thinking about something,” Lando said, breaking the comfortable silence we had fallen into right after sex, both of us too tired to move.

“Oh, have you?” I asked, sucking in a sharp breath when I felt his fingers run through my folds, collecting some of his cum that spilled from me. “Lando,” I said, my voice breathless as his fingers slipped and moved down to my ass, rubbing around my other hole.

He hummed, his fingers, lubed with his own cum still tracing circles around my anal opening. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you here.” He said, his voice deep and dripping with desire. “Taking you fully. Your ass is the only part of you I haven’t fucked yet, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“I don’t know,” I said, trying my best to keep myself composed. “I’ve never done that before.”

He growled, placing a kiss on the side of my neck. “That makes it all the sweeter, baby. That I could be the first to have you like that.”

I looked at him, we were laying on our sides, facing each other. His eyes were dark, intensely focused on me. I was quiet for a moment, thinking about his proposition.

Lando waited, patiently. But his hand never moved away.

Finally, I swallowed, opening my mouth to speak. “I’ll make you deal,” I said, my voice cracking. “You win the race next week, and I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

Lando smirked, moving his fingers away from my hole, and grabbing my ass. “Deal,” he said, the tone of his voice letting me know he was already planning the whole thing out in his head.

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The whole garage erupted in cheers when Lando crossed the finish line. Everyone was up on their feet and screaming in happiness as the signs displayed Lando as the winner. Bringing him another 25 points and further confirming McLaren’s position in the constructors championship.

I was still lost inside of my own head as I made my way outside just in time to see Lando getting out of his car. He took off his helmet and balaclava, shaking his head to move his hair that was stuck to his forehead.

He turned towards the crowd and his eyes met mine. A smile stretched over his lips as he ran up to me and hugged me over the fence. His hands wrapped around me possessively, his lips brushing my ear. “I hope you’re ready for tonight,” he said, his breath hot against my skin. “Because I’m excited for my reward.”

He pulled away, lips drawn in a smirk and eyes gleaming. Lando leaned down, giving me a hard kiss before moving along to shake hands with the rest of his team and then going to do interviews.

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Lando was impatient. I knew that from the moment he found me after the interview and dragged me back to the car, throwing some bullshit line about how he was too tired to go clubbing and would rather have a nice evening in, to his friends.

His hand stayed on my thigh the whole time he was driving us back to the hotel, making me squirm in my seat,  and once we made it to the elevator his lips were on me as soon as the door closed. 

“Lan,” I said, trying to catch my breath as the elevator finally came to our floor. “Come on, this is our floor.”

Lando dragged me out the moment that the elevator doors opened, his grip tight around my wrist. He swiped the card and pushed me inside of the door, slamming the door shut.

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I wainted for this.” He said, pressing his lips against mine in a bruising kiss as he groped my breasts. “Been hard ever since I got out of the fucking car.”

His fingers moved to unzip my dress, fingers fumbling with the zipper before he roughly tugged at it and the sound of material ripping filled the room.

“Lando!” I said, as he pushed what was no longer a wearable dress down my body and onto the floor. “The dress -”

He cut me off by roughly spanking my ass, the sound of it echoing through the room. “I bought it, I can rip it.” He growled, his hands squeezing my ass. He pushed my panties off, his fingers dipping between my ass cheeks and then he froze and I knew he felt it.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes meeting mine, the expression on his face unreadable. “What’s this baby?” He asked, his fingers brushing the edge of the butt plug I was wearing.

I giggled, placing my hands on his chest, my fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s say,” I started, pushing his shirt off his body and running my hands over his naked chest. “I was confident you were going to win today.”

Lando groaned, leaning towards me enough for his lips to brush mine but not actually kissing me. “I’m going to destroy you,” he said, his voice rough and leaving no room for argument.

Before I could even begin to think of my reply Lando pushed me towards the bed. He pulled off his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, before sitting down on the bed. I looked at him, confused but the confusion was quickly gone when he pulled me over his lap.

“Lan, what are you doing?” I asked, not entirely used to this position. Sure, he had spanked me over his knee before but I was totally unprepared this time. He brought one of his hands down roughly, smacking one of my ass cheeks, making me yelp.

“That’s for making me wait.” He said, then hit my other cheek with enough force to make me jolt slightly forward. “And that’s for being a naughty girl and wearing a butt plug under your dress this whole time without telling me.”

He spread my ass cheeks and for a second he was silent before he spat between them, causing me to gasp at the feeling. “Look at you,” he said, his fingers running along my ass, collecting some of his spit. “Such a dirty little whore - and all for me.”

His fingers wrapped around the top of the plug, before he pulled it out of me, making me whine at the loss of fullness. I heard squirting of liquid and barely managed to turn around enough to see Lando putting lube on his fingers.

With no warning he pushed two of his fingers inside of my ass, replacing the plug. He started thrusting them into me slowly, dragging out each movement. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me and take my cock?” He asked, slightly speeding up the movement of his fingers.

I nodded, my hair falling over my eyes and blocking my vision. “Yes!” I whined, feeling my clit rub against his leg when he flexed his thigh, making me even more desperate. “Please Lando, need your cock! Need you to fuck my ass.”

That seemed to be enough for him. Wasting no time, Lando pulled me up and manhandled me onto the beg, pushing me onto my hands and knees. He stood behind me, gently rubbing one of his hands along my back while he squirted lube onto his dick with the other.

Once he lubed himself up, he moved the hand on my back so it was holding my waist, and then started slowly pushing himself inside of me.

The head of his cock slipped in and I found myself moaning out into the pillow below me. “Hurts!” I whined, because while I had stretched my ass a bit to prepare for this particular thing I had forgotten exactly how big Lando was. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, the dominant facade cracking. I knew that if I wanted to stop he would, no questions asked, but that wasn’t what I wanted.

I shook my head, “No, don’t stop.”

He chuckled, slightly gripping my waist. “Then what’s the problem, baby?”

“Too big!”

“Too big?” He laughed, his tone mocking. “Oh, don’t worry sweet girl, I’ll make it fit.”

He waited a moment before pushing himself inside an inch more. I moaned at the feeling of him stretching my ass but the moan was quickly replaced by a scream as he roughly thrust the rest of his length into me.

Lando’s hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head up from the pillow I had buried it into. “See, I told you it would fit. I’ll always fit in you, you’re my whore afterall. Made to take my dick perfectly.”

He started out with an experimental thrust and when I moaned he began slowly speeding up. “Fuck, look at that,” Lando groaned. “My cock is splitting you in half.”

His thrusts became rougher and faster, his slapping against mine with each thrusts, his balls hitting against my clit. The stimulation was increasing and I hadn’t even realized I was trying to push myself towards the headboard until Lando’s arm wrapped around my stomach and he pulled me backwards, impaling me on his dick.

“Running away from my dick baby?” He questioned, his voice holding a mocking edge. “I don’t think so.”

I felt like my body was burning from all the stimulation I was experiencing and when Lando’s hand sneaked around my body and his finger started rubbing my clit my arms turned into jelly. No longer having the strength to support my upper body, I let myself fall deeper into the mattress, my face buried in the pillow.

“Lando, so good!” I whined, the sound of my voice muffled by the pillow. “Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

Lando’s fingers started rubbing circled on my clit faster, his hips speeding up as well, his thrusts becoming feral and desperate as he brought me closer to my orgasm while also chasing his own.

I knew Lando was close when I felt him twist inside of me. One of his hands grasped my hair, lifting my head up. “Cum for me, baby!” He said with a slight growl.

That was all it took to tip me over the edge and I was cumming, tightening around nothing as Lando filled my ass up with his cum.

“Fuck baby, that was so hot!” Lando said, pulling his softening dick out of me with a wet pop once he slipped all the way outside. “Think we can do it again sometimes?”

“Yeah,” I said, finally allowing my body to collapse onto the bed. “We should definitely do it again sometimes.”

I heard shuffling and felt Lando getting off the bed. He slipped inside the bathroom, leaving the door open and then I heard the sound of water running.

He came back, offering me his hands and I grabbed them, allowing him to pull me up into a sitting position, slightly wincing at the ghost of pain. “I don’t think I can quiet walk yet, Lan.”

“That’s okay, baby.” He offered me a gentle smile before picking me up. Lando carried me to the bathroom and then gently put me down into the bathtub.

I moved a bit forward, making space for him to get in behind me which he did, and then leaned back, pressing my back against his chest. I hummed at the warm water, running my hands through the bubbles.

“You even made bubbles,” I said, my voice hoarse from how loud I had been. 

Lando laughed, his hands gently caressing my skin as he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss onto my cheek. “Of course I did. How could I forget how important the bubbles are for my girl? I love you, baby.”

I smiled, melting back into him, “I love you too, Lan.”

[mind-intheclouds342]

You'll never change - Jimmy x Reader

Warning: Dark content.

You were simply sitting with the others, listening to them argue and blame Curly for the news he had shared, about how everyone was going to get their pay at the end of the deliver and then they were just going to be fired.

But it was obvious who was playing with fire in this whole situation.

You stood up to walk towards him, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform and slapped him, the sound echoing in the room, making everyone turn to look at them in silence.

"The captain is having the decency to tell us what he knows so that we can prepare when we return. Why do you want to turn everyone against him, Jimmy?"

Jimmy: "He has no problems! He has his life all figured out! He's saying it because he feels sorry for us, he knows very well that we don't have backup plans!"

He started to complain and rub his cheek, which was red from the slap.

You turned to look at Curly while you took the man's neck to bury his face against your body and silence him, wrapping your arms around his head.

"I'm really sorry about the scene Jimmy is making, do I have permission to take him away to calm him down?"

Curly: "...Go ahead..."

He murmured, surprised by your actions, and everyone watched as you dragged him along, your hand pulling a good chunk of his hair to make him walk with you.

Jimmy: "Hey-! Hey, let me go right now! What was all that? Are you trying to make me look bad?!

You slammed him against one of the walls in the hallway and cornered him with your arms, looking him in the eyes with seriousness.

"You're like a little child, did you know that? You cry and throw a tantrum when you don't like something, you start screaming because you want attention, and if someone has a toy you wanted, you try to take it from them by any means possible."

Jimmy: "And what do you know about m-?"

He was interrupted when you pressed your lips against his, even clashing your teeth against his in the desperate kiss you were giving him, hoping that for once and for all he would decide to be quiet.

At first, he tried to resist, but little by little he gave in, his hands starting to roam your body, making you cling to him even more, to the point where he began to squeeze and massage your butt.

In that instant, you pulled away, turning your face when you noticed he tried to kiss you again.

"You are a twsited one, did you know that? There's no way to fix you."

You took his face in your hands, he looked at you with vulnerable eyes, wanting you to give him your full attention, the first time someone had given him something without having to snatch it from his hands.

"Such a bastard, trying to take advantage of our poor nurse. Were you surprised when you went to her room and I was with her? I knew there was something wrong with the drink you had so 'kindly' prepared for her..."

Jimmy: "You say it as if I had tried to kill her... I wasn't going to do anything bad to her."

"Ugh, you're disgusting, you really can't be helped, huh?"

You held his face firmly while he kept trying to kiss you.

You tilted your head and smiled when you had an idea.

"I have a wonderful idea for you, let's go to my bedroom."

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt again to take him with you.

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Curly: Ah- (Y/n), I need to ask you something. I've heard some strange noises coming from your room... They sound human."

"Oh yes- I'm sorry for not letting you know before, you were so busy that I didn't want to bother you... Jimmy had a little accident and hurt his leg, I'm taking care of him so you don't have to worry."

You smiled at him. 

Curly: "Thats why those sounds are heard from your room? Why isn't he in the nursery?"

"He felt more comfortable with me... Don't worry, he's really fine."

You insisted, but in his gaze, you could tell he wasn't completely convinced by your words; still, he didn't ask any more questions, as he had no reason not to trust what you were saying. 

You kept your smile until you were out of their sight, at that moment your smile faded, and you quickly walked to your room. 

"Hey Jimmy~" 

You sat on your bed, watching the man lying on it. 

Tied to the bed by each of his limbs, without his uniform, only in his underwear, gagged and blindfolded, you could barely hear his ragged breathing when he heard you arrive. 

"Shh shh... I'm here, did you miss me, puppy?"

You mentioned removing the gag to leave a kiss on his lips. 

"Do you know what I've found out? You've been screaming a lot... Why? You have no reason to do that, we're just spending time together."

Jimmy: "Please... Let me go... I want to touch you..."

His hands pulled the straps that held his wrists, making a loud sound against the headboard of the bed. 

"One hand"

You mentioned releasing one of his hands, which immediately moved to your waist to keep you close. 

"You have to behave when I'm not around, you can't cry just because I left, I have work to do. I had to make up that you had hurt your leg..." 

You ran your hand over his thigh, making him shiver, while he tried to pull your uniform aside to touch your chest. 

"I feel bad lying to the captain... So... You're not going to make me look like a liar, are you, Jimmy?"

You leaned over him, while you saw him nod repeatedly.

You searched for some pills in your pocket and brought them to your mouth. 

You took a mirror that was on your nightstand and broke it, causing the man to jump startled upon hearing the sound. 

"Shh... It will only be a second, okay?"

You placed your free hand on his cheek to calm him, while your lips rested on his to drown the scream he let out when you drove the piece of glass into his thigh, sinking it as deep as possible. 

In the kiss, you pushed the pills you had previously taken with your tongue to the back of your throat, forcing him to swallow them. 

"Shh... They are painkillers, okay? I'll bring some things from the nursery and everything will be fine... If you go outside and Curly see you hopping with a bad leg he will believe me complety"

You caressed his hair and removed the bandage, seeing her eyes all tearing up.

"You know I have to do this for the sake of others, you are a danger on this ship... But you've been a good boy, do you want a reward?"

Jimmy: "I want to see you..."

"Of course"

You smiled at him to take off the top part of your uniform, you could hear his breath quicken as he saw your bra and how you unfastened it to let him see. 

You touched his leg, seeing the swelling of the wound and how much he was bleeding, but you were focused on your nudity, and lost in the quick effect of the painkiller. 

"You brought all this on yourself... If you had been quiet... If you weren't such a piece of shit... This is to let you know that there are people worse than you."

He wasn't even paying attention to your words, they didn't matter to him, because anyway, that wouldn't make him change.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 15 - Incubus Sex]

Pairing: Dom!Yoongi x sub f.Reader x sub!Taehyung

Genre: Incubus!Yoongi, Best Friends to Lovers!Tae x OC, Supernatural!AU

Kinks: sex in a secluded winter cabin, summoning of a sex demon, Yoongi is a lot taller and beefier than them, he also has four arms <3, and he has a split tongue and demon fangs and horns and he’s hot, god I’m such a monster fucker hahaha, dirty talk, praise, good girl & good boy kink, examination play, breast play, nipple massages, cunnilingus, rimjob, thigh riding, guided male masturbation, handjob, anal fingering, male self fuck (Tae stuffs his own ass with his own balls), he also has to jerk off in front of her while she rides Yoongi’s thigh, leather kink, pussy rubbing, multiple orgasms, magical demon spit that makes them hornier, male anal sex, magical cocks (Yoongi can shapeshift his cock), he shapeshifts it to an anal toy and fucks Tae with it while Tae has to eat her out, then later they share Yoongi, she rides his face & he gets bounced on his cock, pissing from cumming too hard, tears & screams of pleasure, aftercare

Wordcount: 10.8k

a/n: all you had to do was mention the summoning of sex demon yoongi and i knew that i had to write this fadsnfan you also wanted best friends to lovers with Tae & OC sooooo this story is filled with tension and flirting and bruh unhinged sex fsdfna have fun you little whores 🖤 ps: yoongs looks way too innocent in the header bahaha

“Do you think this is a good idea? I watched horror movies which started like this”, you told your best friend two months ago when he came running to you with the idea of going on a winter holiday together.

“Horror movies aren’t real life. It’s going to be great”, he answered and the plan was set. 

You look around the place, breath coming out as white fog and nose chilly from the air. It has been snowing the entire car ride, but stopped five minutes ago. The snow sits under your feet and atop the roof of the wooden cabin. The trees carry a thick blanket as well, smaller branches bending under the weight.

The snow scrunches beside you, a deep exhale of a human follows. You turn your head, laying eyes on Taehyung’s flushed face. He is carrying both your bags, grinning from ear to ear.

“You still think this is a good idea?”

“Positivity ___, this is the best idea.”

“We stopped having signal around five kilometres back.”

“Let’s just see it as our own little digital detox.” He shoulders the bags. “Besides, this cabin has a landline.”

He walks up the three steps. You follow close behind, looking at your own feet in order not to slip and die.

“Yeah, until a serial killer decides to cut the line and murder us with an axe. I saw the movies, Tae.”

“Hush, no more talk about serial killers. This is a good idea.”

“Until it’s not.”

Taehyung turns. You collide with him, hands on his chest and lips dangerously close to touching his’. You inhale sharply, heart tightening in your chest. He is your best friend, but man, the way you feel for him would say otherwise. But that isn’t important right now. Your current situation is. You but a breath away from accidentally kissing him and him looking down at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Stop being such a nagging party pooper. This is a good idea.”

You watched his lips move as he talked. They are still moving. You don’t know what he is saying.

“___?”

“Huh?” you rip out of your trance, looking into his eyes.

He cocks his brow up at you.

“Can you unlock the door before we freeze out here?”

“Oh, uh, yeah sure”, you mumble, taking out the keys you got at the camp reception to unlock the cabin. You try to regulate your pulse while you do it, hoping that Taehyung can’t see your fingers tremble just a little. Your worries are for naught because Taehyung has his back turned to you, taking in the view.

The camp you currently find yourselves in consists of ten wooden cabins sprawled around a large lake and nestled into a valley between mountains and thick forests. If one wishes to do so, one can go ice skating on the lake or wander through the snowy woods. The mountains offer various skiing slopes and opportunities to go sledding. It was Taehyung’s idea to go on a best friend holiday together because the colder months have been stressful at both your jobs. The idea itself was amazing – not only because you could selfishly pretend that this holiday was romantic – if it wasn’t for the camp’s reputation of being as close to nature as possible. The cabin had electricity and warm water, but no internet or access to civilisation. Granted, there was the reception cabin with its restaurant, but it is five kilometres away from you behind a wall of thick forest and only reachable by a rocky road. If it wasn’t for Taehyung’s 4-wheel-drive jeep and his trusty snow chains, you most definitely would have gotten stuck already.

Taehyung called staying at this camp the perfect opportunity to forget capitalism and what it does to your nerves, you still call it a bad idea which will end in serial killer attacks.

The cabin is still chilly when you enter because there was no electrical heating installed, just one fireplace. 

“I’m freezing my ass off”, you whine, rubbing your own arms to create warmth.

“Carry the bags to our rooms. I’m getting firewood from outside”, Taehyung says and disappears through the door.

It doesn’t take him long to return to you standing in the living room with a face of horror carved deeply into your features.

“What happened? Did you see a serial killer?” he jokes, carrying big logs of wood in his arms.

“So we might have a problem and don’t lose your shit, okay?”

“Okay?”

He squats down in front of the fireplace, stacking the wood neatly.

“There is only one bed.”

He stops in his movements for a moment. You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction. The movements continue.

“I know.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach before a million butterflies lift it again.

“What do you mean you know?”

“I booked the cabin, didn’t I?”

“Yeah well, but…huh? You knew?”

“Sure I did.” He uses his lighter to start the fire, bending down to blow into the small flame until it grows and starts gnawing on the first log. He stretches out his hands, rubbing them together to warm them.

When you stay silent, he stands up and turns.

“Why? Is this a problem? We shared a bed before.”

“Yeah, when we were teens at summer camp with my mom. That’s so different.”

“I don’t think it is.”

“Yeah it is”, you throw back, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

You have a weird way of hiding your massive crush on him. Whenever there is the slightest hint of blurring the lines, you pretend to be annoyed by the situation. It is childish, you are aware of it, but you also want to minimise damage as much as possible. If Taehyung would be the first to snuff out the delusions, it would ruin you. So you make sure to always kill whatever spark might form between you and him. This technique has helped you survive with your stupid feelings for him for more than eight years now.

You were twenty when you realised that the fondness you had for him was way more than just the fondness for a friend. You were twenty one when you realised that said fondness will never be reciprocated when he got a girlfriend and proceeded to date her for five years. Granted, you dated someone as well for three years of that, but your feelings for him never went away. You were twenty six when he broke up with his girlfriend and you started to have hopes again. You were barely twenty seven when you decided to keep your feelings to yourself and only stay his best friend, you were too scared to ruin what you had.

You are twenty eight now and your feelings for him are as strong as they could ever be and pretending that blurring the lines annoys you gets harder and harder by the day. But you have to. What if you are only imagining it? What if he doesn’t feel the same?

Taehyung scrunches his brows at your reaction, crossing his arms in front of his chest as well.

“I didn’t think that the bed would be such a bother to you. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll sleep on the couch”, he says and pouts.

Now That you don’t want.

“No, it’s just…I packed my ugliest PJs, it’s embarrassing.”

He scoffs, features softening.

“You’re so weird. As if I ever cared about the state of your sleepwear. Do you wanna start with dinner?”

You take a deep breath. The situation is saved. You made sure the lines stopped blurring and he wouldn’t be angry at you.

“Sure. I’m so down for ramen tonight.”

“Nice, me too. We could go searching for herbs in the forest. To elevate the taste.”

“No, you stay here. The last time you tried to cook with herbs from the forest, you had the shits for three days.”

“How could I forget? My asshole was so raw afterwards. I swear I thought that I shat out my insides at one point.”

“Nice. Thanks for that image”, you say sarcastically.

Taehyung laughs. You join him a second later, exchanging a sneaky glance with him. He is so beautiful without even trying. If only your morals were a little more twisted, you would kiss his stupid smile away. Taehyung breaks the eye contact, rolling his lower lip between his teeth as he gets on his tiptoes to get a pot from the upper cupboard. Are your eyes deceiving you or did he gulp after he ended the eye contact?

No, don’t be ridiculous. You shake your feelings away and busy yourself with unloading the groceries you got for the week.

The next town was twelve kilometres away. You drove through it on your way to the camp. It consisted of one main road and straight lines of side roads. It had no town centre and every important shop was located along the main road. The townsfolk looked at you with grim eyes and tight lips as you rolled pass them. The clerk in the supermarket barely wanted to greet you, let alone wish you a safe journey. You called the town proof for serial killers while Taehyung called you ridiculous. You were joking of course, but it was fun to tease him a little. You liked when he threw back a witty remark.

You eat the ramen in front of the fire, sitting on a few cushions on the floor and with blankets draped over your shoulders. It is very warm and cozy and your initial distaste for the remote location was gone.

“It’s so quiet out here”, you say.

“Yeah, right?”

You and Taehyung have finished dinner by now, you have already washed the dishes and are now warming your feet by the fire, sitting next to each other. Your arms are almost touching.

Taehyung rolls his head back and closes his eyes. You study him. The fire shines onto his neck, you are so close that you can see his skin texture. You are so insane, but you swear that your tongue knows exactly how it would feel like to lick him there. He inhales deeply and exhales through his nose.

“I really needed this. Work’s been dragging me down.”

You break your eyes away from his neck, staring at the flames instead. You are such a dirty woman. 

“I get you. I’m so glad that I announced my break months ago and I could say a big fat goodbye to the projects coming in this week.”

Taehyung chuckles, “so much for team comradery.”

“Yah”, you slap his stomach gently, “you know exactly how shitty Yunjin and Mina are when it comes to being good colleagues. At least the team knew that I would be gone two months prior unlike them who announce it a week prior.”

“I know, I was just teasing you. You’re cute when you whine.”

“Sorry?”

He smiles languidly and peels one eye open to look at you.

“Nothing”, he says and closes his eye again.

You gulp, tugging at the collar of your jumper. Your face is burning hotter than the fire. You swear that you actually felt your ovaries throb at his words. You are so shocked that you have no chance to pretend to be annoyed by the blurring of lines before Taehyung already talks again.

“Thinking about all the work I left behind is glorious, you’re right. God, I can’t wait to come back to work and have it all be done by the others.”

“Why are you allowed to be a shitty colleague, but I’m not?”

“You can be a shitty colleague, I fully support that. I don’t know why you’re still staying at this shit place anyway.”

“Because it’s hard finding something new. God, do we need to discuss this right now? I’ve already been stressing about my situation enough.”

“No of course not. Sorry” He rolls his head to the front and looks at you. “No more work talk. This week is supposed to be our detox. No phones, no internet, no work. Just you and I in this little cabin in the woods where nobody can hear us.”

“If you weren’t the person closest to me, this sentence would have sounded creepy as fuck.”

He chuckles, eyes glimmering in the shine of the fire. You grin, leaning in to nudge him with your arm.

“What should we do though? Now that nobody can hear us?”

His eyes flit to your lips. You saw it clearly. Your chest tightens, your airways close up. He runs his teeth over his lower lip then whispers his words.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

His eyes flit up, connecting with yours with such intensity that your vision blurs a little. Holy shit.

“You’re being fucking creepy. Stop messing with me”, you hiss in faux annoyance, pushing at his chest.

“What did I do?” he asks.

“You’re acting like a serial killer, it’s weird”, you lie, stumbling to your feet, “I’m taking a shower.”

“What if I follow you like in Bate’s Motel? You know, stabby-stabby with my huge knife into your bare back.”

Holy shit.

“Then I’m grabbing you by the balls and dragging your ass outside to sleep in the snow.”

He laughs and then you close the door to the bathroom. 

Holy. Shit.

Things changed in the living room when you come back. Taehyung pushed the couch further away from the fire and made a circle with candles.

“What the hell are you up to now?”

He looks over his shoulder, scanning his eyes over your body.

“Cute PJs, I don’t know why you think they’re ugly.”

“The edges are frayed and I have a hole in my thigh part.”

“You can’t even see that. Come, sit next to me.”

You do so cross-legged.

“What are you doing? For real.”

“I’m making a summoning circle.”

“I’m sorry?”

He points at the book in front of him.

“Wait. You got the book? I mentioned it as a joke, you know?”

“Yeah, I got the book. Isn’t it cool? I followed the instructions just as described. We can finally talk to ghosts.”

One must know that you and Taehyung have an unhealthy obsession with the supernatural. If there is a new ghost hunting show, rest assured that you are watching it together. If there is a new book about the supernatural, rest assured that one of you will get a copy. One time you tried to go ghost hunting yourselves, but had to give up because you both got scared with the first sound and ran back to your car. The supernatural doesn’t scare you, only real humans do. Taehyung always says that bad ghosts are only bad ghosts because they were wronged by humans, which is another proof that the real evil are humans.

“Are you serious? Here?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“It’s our first night here. What if we summon an evil ghost?”

“Then we befriend them and help them find what they need.”

“You’re a dreamer if you think evil ghosts wanna be our friends.”

He pouts. He is so adorable that you give up with a chuckle.

“Fine, we can befriend evil ghosts, but if we can’t? We still have a week to go and I don’t wanna spend it fighting some evil entity.”

“No, but this spell is safe. Look, they call it the summoning of a helper. We can talk to a nice ghost.”

You read the page carefully. Taehyung was right. The spell sounded safe and besides, you were never successful in your endeavours. Of course you were a believer, but you were also a realist. Things like summoning ghosts or talking to them isn’t real. Taehyung seems so smitten by the idea however that you can’t say no to him.

“Fine, let’s do it.”

“Yay! I’m so happy!” he exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

“What do we have to do?”

“Hold hands and then say this sentence five times. Oh great helper we summon thee.”

“Sounds easy.” You intertwine hands with him. “Let’s do it.”

You and he hold hands and begin chanting. You keep holding hands after the chanting, staring at the candle circle. Nothing happens. You already expected it, but Taehyung seems devastated.

“Why is nothing happening?”

“Maybe we didn’t do it right.”

“Right. Let’s do it again.

“Tae no, I don’t-”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, beginning to chant a second time. You give up with a sigh and join him. As expected, nothing happens.

“I don’t get it. Something should happen”, he murmurs, flipping through the book.

“Well, we tried. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to happen.”

“No, let’s try it one more time please.”

“Tae, I don’t think-”

Yet again you aren’t allowed to finish your sentence, except that it wasn’t Taehyung who interrupted you this time around. The fireplace and the candles roar up in bright flames and heat. A blinding flash of light for just a second then the room is normal again. Except for the man sitting on a chair in the middle of the candle circle. He has a cup of tea against his lips, looking surprised as if he was dragged from where he was before.

You and Taehyung scream instantly, jumping to your feet and clutching each other.

The man screams back at you, but he does it mockingly.

“Aaah! I get it, I get it. Why are we screaming?” he calls over your voices.

“What the fuck just happened?!”

“Tae what did we do?!”

You and he turn to each other, holding hands.

“What the fuck?!” you yell at each other.

“Yeah, what the fuck?” the man agrees then snaps into his fingers, “are you done now? Cause I have a lot to say.”

You and Taehyung turn to him. He looks human except for his golden eyes and black horns. His hair is just as dark and his sculpted, big body is wrapped in black leather clothes and a black cape. He is wearing leather gloves and boots.

“You have no manners, going about summoning me and screaming at my face. Who do you think me to be?” the man? Ghost? Demon? scolds, wagging his finger.

“What, what, who are you?” Taehyung stutters, clutching your hands tightly.

“What, what, wha-”, he mocks him in a high pitched voice and then continues with sass, “I don’t know, you tell me. You were the ones who summoned me in the middle of my morning tea, you rude brats”, the stranger spits and lifts his cup, “do you think I’m available twenty four seven? Of course not, I have my working hours as well.”

“___ can you understand him too?” Taehyung whispers to you.

“Yeah, I can”, you whisper back.

“Well duh. Last time I checked, I can speak whatever language you mortals speak. Tch, you are more ill mannered than I thought you to be, fucking brats.”

You and Taehyung exchange a look. It is Taehyung who steps closer to the stranger, keeping you safe behind him.

“Be welcome oh good ghost. What can we call thee? How may we help thee cross into the afterlife?”

The stranger studies Taehyung’s features and bursts out a laughter with such enthusiasm that Taehyung’s hair moves from his breath. He should be disgusted by it, but something about the scent in his breath makes Taehyung feel dizzy and almost drawn to the stranger.

“Me a ghost? You amuse me, mortal. My name is Salaryoongilzus from and to Melzons, First of his Name and Devourer of Souls, but you can call me Yoongi for short.” He bows. “At your service.”

You step next to Taehyung.

“And what are you?”

“Guess.”

You pick up the book from the floor. Taehyung presses his head against yours as he reads the page with you.

“Taehyung”, you gasp and point at a small writing which suddenly appeared at the bottom of the page. “Demon. We summoned a demon.”

“A helper demon?”

“Look. A sex helper demon.”

Your heads snap up simultaneously, eyes widened and lips parted.

The demon Yoongi tips his imaginary hat, carrying a sly smirk on his lips.

“We summoned a succubus? How did that happen?”

The smirk drops from his lips. He points his finger at Taehyung.

“Rude brat, I’m an incubus. Succubus is for female sex demons, I’m an incubus, a male sex demon. Get your terminology straight.”

“An incubus?”

“Do I look like I have tits and a cunt to you?”

Taehyung studies him.

“Obviously I don’t. Go look at your girlfriend if you aren’t sure how such body parts look like.”

“No she isn’t my girlfriend.” “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

Yoongi, the incubus, blurts out laughter again, pointing his finger between you and Taehyung.

“Now this is interesting. You aren’t dating and yet you have so much sexual energy between you, it is as if you have been fucking for years.”

You and Taehyung exchange an awkward yet tension filled look. Somehow the room got hotter.

“Oh? Ohoho, this is really interesting.” Yoongi says and sits down on his chair. He crosses his legs and sips on his tea. “So you two are friends?”

“Best friends.”

“Best friends and you had feelings for each for how many years?”

It gets more and more difficult to exchange a look with Taehyung. It feels like your heart is beating out of your chest, beating even harder when you see how red his cheeks have become.

“You didn’t know?! Hah!” Yoongi slaps his own knee as he laughs, stomping his feet excitedly. “This is great. Best friends who have been pretending as if blurring the lines was a normal thing to do between friends. Tell me how many times have you jerked off to each other’s image?”

“Excuse me?” “I wouldn’t dare!”

Yoongi smirks knowingly. He takes a calm sip of his tea.

“Fine”, he says and stands up. “You convinced me to stay. Cases like yours are too nourishing to miss out on. Couples, you see, have weak sexual energies to feast on. Only a few are delicious after years together, but most produce bitter energies. They tired each other out and summon me for help in fixing their sex life and I have to make do with what shitty energies they still have left. But best friends? Best friends who have been dreaming of fucking each other for years? Now that is the kind of energy I fucking love”, he says and licks over his lips. His tongue is split like that of a snake and behind his pouty lips, a set of fangs is glimmering in the lights.

“But…” you begin and look at Taehyung. He can’t look at you, breathing heavier than he normally does. You are panting as well, but know that whatever is happening to you and him is the influence of the sex demon. You wave your hands at him as if he was an insect you tried to swat away. “Shoo, go away.”

He chuckles, “adorable.”

“We don’t need your help. Shoo.”

“Yes you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t have summoned me.”

“Well, it was an accident.”

“Nope, it wasn’t.”

“Yes! It was. We don’t need help from a sex demon.”

“Too bad, I’m not leaving. A deal’s a fucking deal, even if I wanted to leave I can’t unless I fucked both of you to satisfaction.”

“What? But we didn’t ask for that.”

“Honey, you summoned a helper and I was the one being summoned. You know what that means, don’t you?” The demon steps closer to you. So close in fact that you get dizzy from his sweetened breath and feel weak from his intense stare. 

You barely shake your head, feeling hot between your legs.

“It means the one thing you both needed help with the most, was sex. Or lack thereof in your sad case. If you needed help gardening, a little gardening helper would have appeared. If you needed help killing someone, an assassin demon would have appeared. But instead I’m here now. An incubus, the goddamn personification of sex.” He reaches out and brushes the back of his hand down your cheek.

You whimper, knees buckling.

“Deny it all you want, but you two are long due for a good fucking.”

You moan, taking a step closer as you chase his kiss.

“___”, Taehyung stops you from crossing the candle circle, pulling you back to him, “don’t go to him. Who knows what he will do to you.”

Yoongi lifts his hands in defeat, “don’t worry, I’m a good boy. You know, centuries ago we were, let’s say, a little more free in how we took humans. But you know, modernisation and human rights and being civil beings, blah blah blah, basically means that we can now only do what the human subconsciously consents to.” He rolls his eyes. “One gets a new boss one time and the entire system is renewed. You should have been there when the reforms happened. There was so much bloodshed”, he laughs, “but oh well, rules are rules. If you aren’t secretly craving for something, I can’t do it to you. Deal is a deal.”

“Okay?” Taehyung cocks his brow up.

Yoongi sits down and sips on his tea. 

“You don’t believe me? Go ask your girlfriend. She’s been leaking into her little pants ever since your little feelings came to light.” 

“Huh?” “No, I’m not!”

Taehyung gawks at you. You meet his eyes, feeling hot in embarrassment.

“I’m not!” you insist.

Yoongi chuckles.

“Don’t laugh, I’m not!” You wave your hands again. “Shoo, the holy word compels you, leave. Whatever that holy word may be for you.”

“Religion isn’t going to work on me, doll. Humans made it up to pretend as if they were better than others and to have an excuse to greedily take money from the helpless in the name of their gods. I’m staying and you are getting fucked.”

“___, battle plan”, Taehyung says and takes your hand to drag you to the bedroom.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere”, Yoongi singsongs, sipping his tea afterwards. He leans further into his chair, sighing in relaxation.

Taehyung closes the door and locks it. He turns to you with his folded hands in front of his lips. A second later, he uses them to point at you.

“So we may have fucked up.”

“Well duh, we did! There is a bloody incubus in our living room! That’s what you get from experimenting”, you exclaim and push at his chest. 

“What I get? Excuse me? You were in on the plan!" 

“Yes, because I thought that it would be a scam! Summoning of ghosts isn’t real! It never was.” 

“How dare you”, he gasps, clutching his imaginary pearls.

“I said what I said.” 

He pouts and crosses his arms. You huff out air, mirroring his stance. You share a moment of intense silence, both suddenly reliving what the demon told you. You fluster at the same time, breaking eye contact. 

Taehyung is the first to be brave enough to speak up.

“Fact is, we have an incubus in our living room and he won’t leave until he fucked us.”

“I know, that’s insane Tae.”

“It is, but we won’t get him away any other way.”

“You’re not actually suggesting we take his offer?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I mean, why not? It’s not like he was that wrong. We haven’t been laid in a long time.”

“Speak for yourself, mister.”

“Well, did you?” he challenges with a cock of his brow.

“No”, you mumble and lower your head in defeat.

“See? We take the deal, get it over with and he leaves. Done. And then we burn the book and never speak of tonight again.”

What he says makes sense. It’s insane, but it makes sense.

“Fine.” You give in. “How are we doing this? Taking turns in the bedroom while the other waits outside?” 

“Or we could…” he looks at your lips.

“You’re joking”, you gasp, feeling drawn to him.

Taehyung smiles awkwardly and rubs his neck nervously.

“I mean, was he that off?”

“No, I mean yes, I mean no. I mean, I don’t know.” 

Taehyung steps closer and takes your hands. Your breath hitches, your skin tingles. He caresses your knuckles.

“He wasn’t off as far as I’m concerned”, he confesses in a soft voice, eyes racing between yours.

“Tae, holy fuck this is…”

“...insane? Yeah, but also freeing. I’ve been carrying these feelings with me for years and I swear I wanted to use this holiday to finally confess to you. Granted, I wanted to take you on a star watching walk and confess to you under the moon, but I guess accidentally summoning a sex demon who discovers our secret is more our style.”

You laugh. He laughs with you. It sheds both of you of so much nervous weight on your shoulders. 

“Yeah, I guess it is”, you agree.

A moment of silence. Taehyung closes the distance, stubbing your nose with his. You sigh and close your eyes, lips parting as you chase his kiss. Taehyung, who understood the signal, takes it and kisses you. 

Not one second is wasted before you and he find your rhythm and your hands melt deep into the other’s softness. It isn’t long after that the kiss becomes heated. Perhaps it is the influence of the sex demon or the sheer attraction to each other, but you begin moaning and groping each other hungrily. 

“Stop wait, stop”, you break it.

Taehyung whimpers softly, chasing your kiss as his big hands knead your buttocks.

“Don’t stop this please. I dreamed of this for years, please”, he begs, lips brushing your cheek as he seeks your kiss.

“Tae, the incubus.”

“Right. We should probably see if he’s still there.”

Despite not wanting to, you break the moment for the sake of getting rid of your living room problem. You hold hands, opening the bedroom door together. You peak out. 

“Hello”, Yoongi coos, wiggling his fingers.

“Shit”, the door slams close. You and Taehyung exchange a look. “Tae fuck, this is actually happening.” 

“I guess it is.”

“This is insane.”

“It is.”

“Okay, I’m doing it.”

Taehyung hugs your arm, “do it.”

You and he open the door and enter the living room.

“Rude. Slamming doors isn’t very civil of you”, Yoongi says, studying the way Taehyung clutches you. The scent of your sexual energies became stronger ever since you were in the bedroom. He can’t wait to feast on it.

You and Taehyung stand in front of the demon, buffing your chests to appear stronger.

“If we do this, can you promise us to leave afterwards?” 

“Demons don’t make promises, but a deal is a deal. Yes I will leave afterwards. Are we done now? I could have made myself another cup of tea in the time you two brats were talking. I’m bored.” 

“Give us a moment”, Taehyung says and turns to you. He takes your hands, squeezing them tightly. 

“Tae”, you whisper, gazing into his eyes.

“Do you really want to do this?” 

“Yes, I do. You?”

“I do, yeah. Just…” he cradles your face. “...whatever happens, I love you.”

“I love you too, Tae. I have loved you since-”

“Yeah, yeah we get it. You two are so in love. Shut up and let’s get to fucking. I’m not here to listen to you yap to each other about feelings.” 

You click your tongue in annoyance, turning to the demon. Taehyung does the same.

“First Mister Yoongi from and to something”, you say, snapping your fingers, “you’re rude and impatient. And second of all, if we agree to your deal, are you going to destroy our souls?” 

Yoongi smirks in amusement, “you’re a feisty one, I like you already.”

“Answer my question.”

Yoongi lifts his hands in defeat, “fine. No, I am not going to destroy your souls. As I said before, I will be feasting on the sexual energies you are creating. It will be painless, unless you want it to hurt”, he explains and flashes his fangs playfully.

You gulp, taking a step back. You look at Taehyung.

“Dude, he’s, like, really doing it to me. The fangs thing was hot”, you tell him.

“I know, right?” 

Yoongi chuckles, “you flatter me.” 

It is Taehyung who speaks up next, “if you eat our sexual energies, does it mean that we won’t have any left for the future?”

“Mortals and their endless questions”, Yoongi says under his breath, massaging the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. He takes a deep breath and talks with annoyance in his deep voice, “no this will not happen. Don’t be stupid.”

Taehyung pouts, glancing at you.

“He wasn’t being hot to me, did you see that?”

“Yeah, rude.”

“I can be hot if you want me to”, Yoongi says and grabs Taehyung by the wrist to drag him close. 

Taehyung stumbles with a surprised squeak, moaning a second later when Yoongi drags his split tongue up the side of his neck. Taehyung presses his legs together, twisting Yoongi’s shirt. 

You gulp. This is so hot to look at, but also, you need to save Taehyung.

“Hey, leave him. We didn’t say yes to the deal yet”, you spit and drag Taehyung out of the demon’s claws. 

Taehyung stumbles, colliding with your body, weakened and dizzy. He drops his head on your shoulder, panting heavily. 

Yoongi studies him with a knowing smirk.

“For the sake of your friend, say yes. I don’t think he can take a lot more.” 

“Tae, are you okay?” 

“I need sex, ___, I’m”, he presses his lips to your neck, kissing it sloppily. “Holy fuck, I want you. Holy fuck, I…”

“Tae...” you mewl, eyes threatening to close and skin tingling like crazy. You wanted this for years. It feels so good. 

“Hey! Stop that, I’m still here!” Yoongi snaps you out of it in a sharp voice. 

You and Taehyung look at him.

“Should we?”

“I think we should.”

“Fine”, you say, “we will agree to the terms we just discussed.”

The flames flicker aggressively, somewhere far away, a bell tolls. Yoongi smiles triumphantly and claps into his hands.

“The deal has been made. Wonderful. Let’s get started.” 

“So how are we going to do this?” 

“You are going to listen to me. I will tell you what to do.”

“And if we do and we’re done, you’ll leave?” 

“Promise”, Yoongi says and smiles wickedly. 

“Fine. Then let’s get this over with”, you say and squeeze Taehyung’s hand.

“Wonderful.” Yoongi claps into his hands. “First things first, you two are too clothed. Get naked and let me see what I have to work with”, he says, busy with taking off his gloves. He throws them over the chair, stretching out his fingers.

You and Taehyung exchange a shy look. You never saw each other naked before. You saw each other in swimwear but that’s it.

“The time to be shy has passed. Get naked before I rip it off of you”, Yoongi orders sharply. 

“I love you, yeah?” Taehyung says.

“I love you too.” 

“I guess, this is happening.” 

“Turn around, let’s do it like that.”

You and he turn your backs to each other and start to undress. 

“Mortals are fascinating. You are about to get fucked and yet you are still shy.” 

“Shut up.”

Yoongi chuckles, “I like you. You’re exciting.” 

“Tch whatever. I’m naked, Tae. You?”

“Me too.” 

“I’m turning.”

“Okay. Three, two, one.”

You and Taehyung gasp, eyes widening in awe. This is him. Naked and turned on. This is you. Naked and turned on. 

“Holy fuck Tae, you’re so handsome. I…” your eyes trail off to his cock. “Damn this is…wow.”

“You’re so beautiful too. I can’t believe you’re real”, he says, eyes flitting between your tits and your pussy. “You are the most beautiful woman to ever exist.”

“You think so?”

“Of course I do. I-”

“We get it, you’re in love. Fucking hell, mortals are so emotional”, Yoongi says and steps out of the candle circle. 

“You can do that?” 

“Well duh, you made a deal”, he dismisses you and presses himself between you and Taehyung. “Now let’s see.” 

He turns to you first. 

"Stay still.”

He touches your tits, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. His palms are so soft and warm, his hands are human but big. So big and masculine. His fingers are so long, currently pinching and rubbing your nipples. 

You can only handle it by grabbing his lower arms and whimpering softly. They are strong and muscular, his body is so warm. You feel dizzy.

“A good pair of tits. Turn.” He says and does it for you. 

He touches your back and arms. Each second turns you on more and more to the point where you can barely stand up. 

“Pretty back. I bet your little friend fantasised about cumming on it a dozen times before.”

“Ah..”

“Mhm, you liked that, didn’t you? Such a needy girl”, Yoongi taunts and grabs your hip. He puts his other hand on your head and pushes you down until you are bent over. 

“Ah geez, warn me. I didn’t stretch.” 

“Too bad”, Yoongi says and falls to his knees, now eye to eye with your ass. He spreads it, making you mewl in embarrassment because you know for a fact that Taehyung looks as well. 

You know because he moaned softly when Yoongi revealed you. 

“Pretty hole, but not virgin. Not done by a real cock though. Dirty girl, do you like stuffing toys up your hole?” Yoongi coos.

“I uhm”, you begin writhing, feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t flee, I’m not done”, Yoongi orders and sticks out his tongue to drag it over your hole.

“Ah, oh god”, you get out, falling to your knees because it felt too good. 

Yoongi sees no problem in it, grabbing your hips to pull you into a doggy position. You are more exposed like this, mewling into the floor. 

“Such a pretty hole and a pretty cunt to go with it”, he rasps, tracing every inch of it with his long fingers. “So wet.” He licks his fingers. “So sweet”, he growls, sending shivers through you. 

“Please”, you beg, pushing your hips closer to him.

“Good. Done.” Yoongi however abandons you, standing up and turning to Taehyung. 

With wobbly knees you turn as well, kneeling as you look up at them. Yoongi is a lot taller than Taehyung, commanding the room without having to try.

Taehyung looked at you first, but changes it when Yoongi touches his pecs. He looks up at him, panting nervously and making puppy eyes at him.

“Now you. I heard the disgusting things you were thinking as I examined her. You’re a dirty one, aren’t you?” 

Taehyung gulps. 

“Yes you are, but also a pretty one. Good pecs with pretty nipples”, Yoongi says as he rubs them. “Tongue out.” 

Taehyung obeys. 

Yoongi inspects it and hums.

“Good. Back in.”

Taehyung obeys. Yoongi runs his hands down his torso and grabs his cock. 

Taehyung moans, thrusting into his touch and grabbing bundles of his shirt. 

“You have an impressive cock for a human. It may rival that of a demon.”

“Ah, please.” 

Yoongi squeezes his tip until it leaks, picks it up and licks it.

“Sweet. Both of you. How pleasing. Turn”, he says and does it for Taehyung.

The latter falls to his knees all on his own, getting into doggy position with his ass stuck high into the air. 

“Holy shit”, you get out under your breath, eyes glued to his exposed hole. The view gets denied of you very soon when Yoongi kneels down and therefore shields you from it. You scoot to the side, greedily wanting more. 

“Someone seems to be willing. Pretty hole and would you look at that? Not virgin either.” 

Your pussy throbs. Taehyung looks at you with submissive puppy eyes, fingers trying to grasp you. You reach out, hooking your fingers with him. He holds you so desperately, turning you on with it.

“Not done by a human either. Look at that, you and ___ can share toys from now on”, Yoongi says and bends down to lick his hole. 

Taehyung moans with such utter and raw pleasure that you feel dizzy. Even his eyes go out of focus and cross a little. He looks as if he wanted this exact thing done to him for years, as if he was just waiting for someone to lick his hole. He presses back, smothering Yoongi with his ass this way.

He chuckles and breaks away, split tongue dripping saliva.

“Someone is very eager. How interesting.” 

He stands up, leaving Taehyung in his agony. 

“Get up, the both of you. I’m done with my examination. I know exactly what to do to you.”

You manage to get up quicker. Taehyung is still too wobbly to do so, only managing to get to his knees. 

“That will have to do. Mortals are so weak”, Yoongi says and sits down on his chair. He spreads his legs in a commanding, masculine way, shifting his eyes to you. “Come here, pretty girl.” 

You obey his command without hesitation. His spit is still sticking to you and has been gradually ruining you more and more. You feel enchanted, wanting to obey whatever command he has for you. 

“Sit”, he orders, patting his thigh. 

You obey.

“Nono, so you can face him.” 

“Sorry, yes”, you correct the position. 

Yoongi grabs your hips and pulls you down the last few inches. You moan loudly at the first contact, back arching and fingers digging into his sculpted thigh. The leather is so rough against your sensitive pussy, his hands are paradise as they hold your hips. 

“Move.” 

You obey his orders, legs trembling as fiery pleasure courses through you. 

“Good girl. Now, you are going to touch yourself to the view of her.”

“What?” Taehyung croaks, eyes glued to your body and how it moves on Yoongi’s thigh. Your breasts looks so ravishing like this. Taehyung craves a taste of them.

“You heard me. Show her what you were doing whenever you jerked off to her.” 

“But I-”

“Don’t try to deny it. I know you lied. You touched yourself to her too many times to count “

“Tae”, you whimper, meeting his eyes. 

You look so blissed out, so shaken by pleasure. Taehyung draws closer, reaching out to cup your cheek. You lean into his touch, trembling on Yoongi’s thigh.

“Tae…”

“I’m sorry, he’s right. I just-”

“Less words, more actions. Fucking touch yourself before I decide to force you”, Yoongi spits.

“Do as he says Tae, please”, you breathe, holding his cheeks, “please do it for me, please.” 

“___”, Taehyung moans, chasing you. Your lips are almost touching, you share the same air. He is looking at your mouth, right hand dropping to his cock. 

You moan with him as he begins touching himself. Your hips stutter on Yoongi’s thigh, your pussy throbs and leaks. Yoongi basks in the view with a dirty smirk, massaging your hips and waist with his strong, masculine hands. 

“She likes this, pretty boy. Her cunt is so wet on my thigh. Keep touching yourself”, he purrs.

Taehyung croaks your name, lips claiming yours in a kiss. He can’t bear it any other way. Yoongi was right. Taehyung jerked off to the fantasy of you too many times to count. He really, really tried not to, but his mind betrayed him sometimes. He touched himself, thinking about how it would be to kiss you, to touch you and be touched in return, to experience pleasure with you and be with you naked. 

He has all of it right now and Taehyung is in heaven. He pumps his cock very slowly, despite wanting to go fast. He has to go slow however, otherwise he would climax way too soon. This is his dream and it excites him way too much. 

You break the kiss, overwhelmed by your own heaven. Your foreheads rest together, it hasn't been long but you are both a little sweaty already. 

“Tae, this is…”

“I know, it is…heaven, you’re heaven.” 

“No, you are. Ah Tae, your cock.” 

Taehyung looks down at what you see, moaning deeply. His cock is flushed and hardened, leaking onto his long fingers as he massages it quickly. 

“You’re so sexy, oh god, Tae your cock is so sexy”, you mewl, sliding your hands to his hair to twist bundles of it.

“Ah, I can’t”, Taehyung gasps, having to stop. “When you’re watching me, I just. I can’t handle it.”

“Your cock is throbbing.”

“___ please, you’re not making it easier”, Taehyung laughs breathily.

You straighten up, looking over your shoulder. Yoongi locks eyes with you. Dark marks have appeared on his features, pulsing like a slow heartbeat. This must be the sign that he is feeding on your energies. 

“What do you want, pretty girl?” he asks in a terribly seductive voice.

“Help him last longer, please.” 

Yoongi smirks. He snaps his fingers, letting a bottle of lube appear out of a cloud of red smoke. He throws it at Taehyung, who catches it. 

“She wanted help. this is it. Get on your knees and show her how you fuck your own asshole. Don’t touch your cock unless I tell you to.” 

You shake on Yoongi’s thigh, giving him needy puppy eyes. He purrs, smiling darkly. He inches closer to you, inhaling through his mouth with deep rumbles in his chest. They aren’t human, clearly signs of your delicious pleasure coursing through him.

“Don’t waste time. Just the mention of it makes her taste heavenly.” 

“Yoongi”, you mewl, writhing in embarrassment. He purrs and holds your hips to guide them for now. 

“Be a good girl and look at him. I know you want to.” 

You obey his order gladly. The view which meets you there almost makes you regret turning around. Not because it is awful, but because it is so sexy that you have to lift your hips in order not to orgasm. Yoongi supports you, panting heavily from the sweet scents meeting his nose. So delicious, you taste so delicious. Your cunt keeps dripping on him. How delicious.

Taehyung is already kneeling, sticking his ass into the air and having two fingers buried inside. He pumps them in and out in a smooth rhythm, whimpering softly each time he bottoms out. 

Not in your wildest dreams could you have ever imagined that this view would be your reality one day. His fingers are long and skinny, but seem so thick in his hole. He is tanner around his rim than the rest of his body, but whenever he pulls his digits out and his hole moves around them, pink skin is revealed. 

“Holy fuck, Tae”, you get out, dropping on Yoongi’s thigh to get off to the view. You dig your nails into his leather pants, face scrunching in bliss. Each movement is electric, reaching every inch of your body. “Holy fuck, you are so hot. Baby, does this feel good?” 

“Yes, feels so good”, Taehyung whimpers, voice surprisingly high-pitched for his normally baritone timbre.

“Keep doing that, you’re doing so good.” 

Taehyung mewls your name, ass pressing back onto his fingers. This is everything he ever wished for. He spills tears onto the rug, curling his toes. This is his dream. 

You suddenly feel lips on your shoulder and strong hands cradling your tits. Shivering, you lean into Yoongi, closing your eyes halfway. 

“You’ve got a dominant side in you, don’t you? Good girl, you struck me as someone like that from the very beginning”, he rasps, rubbing your nipples slowly.

“Fuck”, you croak, leaning back into him. You can’t really grind on him like this, but it is for the best. You would orgasm way too soon if you kept going. His magic touch and the view of Taehyung are simply too powerful of a combination.

Yoongi purrs, letting you rest against his big, muscular body. He loves how small you are on his lap. Humans are so tiny and fragile in comparison to demons. Yoongi really gets off to the size imbalance, especially when it’s such a delicious feed as you and Taehyung. 

He wraps his strong arm around you, tracing your stomach and playing with your pubes while his other hand plays with your tits. 

“Do you like this, pretty girl?” he asks you in a purr.

“So much. Every touch…”

“Turns you on more. I know, that’s what I do to you”, he rasps and shifts his eyes to Taehyung. “I'll let you in on one of his little secrets, yeah?” he whispers.

You nod your head.

“Go ahead, Taehyung. Play with your cock.”

“Fuck. Yes”, Taehyung gets out and pulls his fingers free. His hole gapes slightly, looking so empty. 

Taehyung closes his lubed up fingers around his balls, spreading it on them messily. Once he is happy with the feel of it, he takes them and does the unthinkable thing of putting them up his own ass. 

“What the fuck?” you get out. 

“___”, Taehyung moans, pushing in the second one as well. He seems to struggle at first before his fragile hole gives up and takes it. The skin of his balls is stretched, his rim is pulsing and his hips are pushing back. 

“What the fuck? Taehyung you- oh my god, holy fuck.” 

“Isn’t this marvellous? This isn’t the first time he stuffs his own balls up his asshole. He thought about it for minutes. What does this do to you, pretty girl?” Yoongi taunts.

“I have to cum”, you croak, spilling tears. 

“She has to cum. Do you hear that, pretty boy? Your little self fuck is making your best friend cum.” 

“___”, Taehyung moans, jerking off his cock as his balls get squeezed in his tight, pulsing ass. The sensations are orgasmic, making his legs shake and head turn. 

“Taehyung”, you whimper, legs shaking as well and head dizzy beyond repair. Yoongi slides his fingers to your clit and rubs it. You squeal, arching your back. This was too much. He breaks you for the first time this evening. 

“Good girl, scream for me. Good girl”, Yoongi talks you through it, head pounding from the intense feed. How sweet your orgasm tastes, how much it nourishes him. He feels greedy for more. He will make you orgasm again. He just decided. He cannot miss out on more of this power. 

Taehyung begins begging as he realises what happens. 

“Please I have to cum too. Please can I cum please?” 

“Tell us what you fantasize about most and I’ll let you cum.”

“Eating her out! Please, I have to cum please”, Taehyung blurts out, arching his back. 

You sob softly, twitching on Yoongi’s thigh. Your orgasm died down but nothing changed. Yoongi works his magic on you and you are his sexual prisoner. You don’t feel any ounce of satisfaction from your high, on the contrary, you want another one and another one and, and, and. Please.

“Can you see that? She likes it. Mhm pretty girl, do you like that?” 

“Yes, like it please.”

“Good”, Yoongi stands up with you in his arms. He denies you of another orgasm like this, ignoring the whines you let out for the sake of lying you down on the floor. 

Taehyung watches it happen, hand still around his cock because he is confused. He tugs his balls out of his hole, eyes glued to your body as it gets shoved around by Yoongi.

Yoongi grabs your legs, spreading them forcefully. He purrs, eyes flickering at the view of your wet cunt.

“Do it. Show her what you want to do most.” 

Taehyung obeys, scrambling to your side. He exchanges places with Yoongi and gets on all fours. 

“I just…this is a dream”, he says, gazing at your puffy, wet lips. You are so turned on that the normally translucent excitement almost took on a slight white and creamy texture to it. Taehyung wants to taste every droplet of it. 

“Tae please”, you whimper, opening your legs further.

“I will treat you so right from now on, my baby. Holy fuck”, he croaks and lowers himself to your cunt. 

“Tae!” You scream up, arching your back and gripping his hair. It is ridiculous but you orgasm with the first lick. 

Taehyung wants to stop and look, but Yoongi doesn’t let him. He places his hand over yours and pushes his head down.

“Don’t slack”, he orders, voice dark and demonic from the feed he is experiencing. “Keep fucking going no matter what.” 

Taehyung mewls, spilling tears. He wraps his arms around your thighs, hands rubbing your sides, and obeys Yoongi’s orders. He uses his entire mouth to please you, tongue kissing your pulsing cunt as if it was his life’s purpose to do so. And right now it was. 

He dreamt about giving you head so many times that he stopped counting. Sometimes when you were at his place and you watched a movie with your legs on his couch, he imagined how it would be like to lie down between them and pleasure you as you watched the movie. He fantasised about warming your clit with his mouth, fantasised tongue fucking your hole, fantasised about tasting every inch of you.

And now it is his reality and he loves it so much that he tears up. Your thighs are shaking, your hips keep bucking up and your fingers twist his hair. You also taste like heaven. Sweet, intense, perfect. Taehyung slurps and gurgles, drinking your heavenly nectar with deep moans and happy mewls.

“This feels so good, oh god”, you get out between having to moan and having to gasp for air.

It has been a while since you felt a mouth on your pussy. Casual sex just didn’t do it for you and so you stopped seeking it. So this right now is your paradise. Out of all the things, you missed getting head the most. Getting head from Taehyung? The very reason why you currently exists. 

His lips are soft and warm, rubbing over your sensitive spots as much as they suck on them. His tongue is even softer and warmer and so fucking wet, tracing your pussy and licking every single inch. He uses the flat of it as he worships your lips and uses the tip of it as he fucks your hole. For your clit, he uses a mixture of his tip and the flat of it, following it up with a suck and purrs around it. 

Now that you had this first exciting orgasm behind you, you can really savour every second of it. Granted, it is still insanely difficult not to climax again. 

“Tae, I love this so much, Tae”, you moan, floating on bliss. 

Taehyung mewls, looking up at you. Your head is rolled to the side, giving him a view of your blissed out expression. Your eyes are closed, your lips are parted, your brows tightened. 

“He thinks that you’re beautiful right now”, Yoongi tells you. 

Taehyung mewls in agreement, nodding his head.

“Tae”, you whimper, writhing in pleasure. Your pussy throbs in his mouth, feeding him more of your sweet nectar. 

“She wants you to play with her tits.”

Taehyung obeys, reaching up to cradle your breasts and massage them.

“Ah!” you arch your back, hands slipping from his hair to instead drop next to your head and ball to fists. 

Taehyung moans, having to close his eyes. This is too exciting. Your soft breasts are like heaven in his hands. He massages them as gently as possible, moving especially tenderly around your nipples. 

You react in throbs of your pussy and arches of your back, moaning so sweetly he feels high on you. 

“Good boy, keep doing that”, Yoongi praises, giving his back a kiss before he abandons his side to fulfil his wish. 

Taehyung has been thinking it so loudly that Yoongi almost smacked the back of his head. He opens his pants and pulls it down far enough so his heavy cock would be free. He prepares it with a thick layer of lube. 

“For the future, you don’t have to scream your fantasies at me. I can hear you just right”, he hisses and punishes him by pushing his cock into his tight hole. Not that this is a real punishment, this is exactly what Taehyung wanted. 

The latter falls forward, moaning into your pussy with such enthusiasm that you have to lift your head to check.

“Holy fuck”, you croak, gawking in disbelief. 

Taehyung’s neck is bend in a weird way as his face is smothered in your pussy. His hips are held up by Yoongi forcing him to keep kneeling as he very clearly drills his cock into his ass.

He smiles at you darkly, flashing you his fangs this way. Taehyung shakes and writhes with each thrust, bruising your breasts accidentally from needing to hold something. He mewls so much, mouth sucking on your clit more than he does anything else. As if he needs to soothe himself.

“Are you-”

“-hurting him? Of course not, pretty girl. I can make myself fit in the tightest hole without pain.”

“Are you using magic?” 

“What do you think?” he asks and pulls Taehyung’s up by his hair. His back arches, you get a view of his messy face and the utter bliss on it. He thrusts into him, forcing a scream out of him. “Does this look like he is in pain?” Yoongi taunts, making Taehyung scream with each hard thrust.

“No”, you whimper, trying to rub your legs together for stimulation. 

Yoongi notices, smiling darkly. 

“Good girl, you don’t have to scream your thoughts to get them heard”, he says and picks up Taehyung easily. He never stops bouncing him on his cock even as he changes position. He falls down next to you, lifting Taehyung off his cock to turn him. 

“Yoongi, your cock”, you gasp.

It is long and thick and looks more like a big butt toy than a real cock. He has five engorged segments going from small to huge. 

“I’m simply shaping it to how he wants it to feel. Seems like your pretty friend wants to be fucked by a huge textured cock”, Yoongi rasps and sinks Taehyung down on it. 

It is insane how easily he takes his massive cock. One by one the swollen segments disappear in Taehyung and he seems to moan louder and louder with each. Once Yoongi bottoms out, you swear that Taehyung seems as if he reached enlightenment. His eyes are rolled back, his head tilted and his mouth agape. Yoongi helps him stay in this state by lifting and sinking his body, fucking him like this. It forces his cock to bounce and slap his own tummy repeatedly, spreading the wet mess he leaks everywhere.

“Do you like this? Do you like seeing him like this?” Yoongi rasps, looking at you. 

You are so close like this that you can smell his sweet breath. He is actually so beautiful for a demon. His features are so delicate and pretty and insanely addicting to look at. 

“I like it so much.” 

“Mhm, you’re such a pretty girl”, Yoongi rasps, “go ahead, I heard your wish.” 

“Thank you, oh god”, you croak and scramble to your knees.

“Although, being called someone with a pretty face is a new for me”, Yoongi chuckles, fixing his head so you can sit on his face.

You mewl in acknowledgement, gasping a second later when Yoongi pulls you down on his long tongue. You look at where he holds you, moaning in surprise when two pairs of arms greet you. One pair is busy bouncing Taehyung on his cock, while the other is busy holding you down on his face. 

“Holy fuck.”

Yoongi chuckles knowingly, scrambling your thoughts a second later with his tongue. 

You scream up, matching Taehyung’s volume. The next moments are unable to be brought onto paper because they are unable to stay in your minds anyway. All you and Taehyung know is that you feel pleasure like you have never felt before. It is normally easy to talk during sex, even in the most passionate of scenes, but as you share Yoongi, you truly can't talk. The only thing wanting to leave your throats are screams and moans and sobs. Neither of you has experienced such pleasure before and soon you find yourselves holding each other as Yoongi ruins you from below.

You swear that you already orgasmed twice on his tongue and you can’t stop doing it. He is a lot hotter than Taehyung and so much wetter. His spit is clearly magical, seeping deep into your skin and making you feel as if you are high. He also seems to be everywhere at once. You feel him on your clit, your lips, your hole, your g-spot and even tickling your cervix. And it happens at the same time, constantly. It feels so good that you almost want to flee and yet you can’t because you crave more and more and more of his touch.  

Taehyung feels just as ruined. From the moment Yoongi entered him, he lost all control over his body. He is so huge and long and yet doesn’t hurt. Not even when he forcefully claimed his small hole, did he hurt. He felt like heaven from the very beginning and this heaven seems to grow more and more the longer he bounces him on his cock. Taehyung doesn’t know how many times he already orgasmed, but he can’t stop. He is so filled up, so stretched out, so fucked. Each of Yoongi’s swollen segments stuffs him more and increases the pleasure. His prostate stopped being the only sensitive part as Yoongi’s leaking slit spreads his magical juice on his walls and turns them as sensitive as his prostate. Perhaps even more sensitive. Taehyung truly feels his textured cock everywhere and he swears he might never recover.

“Yoongi, I have to- I think I have to- to pee”, you finally get out, digging your nails into Taehyung’s back as you hold him close.

“Me too! Me too!” Taehyung screams into your shoulder, shaking uncontrollably. 

Yoongi merely growls and holds you tighter, forcing you and Taehyung to orgasm so hard that you piss yourselves. Yoongi shoots his heavy load up Taehyung’s ass from the sweet taste of your combined sexual energies, growling into your cunt demonically.

He knows from the way you and Taehyung writhe afterwards that his job is complete. You are pleased beyond repair. He lifts you and Taehyung off of him and carries you to the couch. He lies you down in a way so that your leaking holes would drip on the floor and not the cushions. You are both gaping, although Taehyung definitely takes the crown. The view pleases Yoongi a great deal. He did a good job.

“Breathe and hold each other until you feel better.” 

You and Taehyung cuddle each other, shivering in a good way. It feels so good to be with each other after such intense sex.

Yoongi pets your heads, using all four hands for it.

“You both did well.” 

He straightens up, crossing his four arms in front of his big chest. He snaps his fingers, making a table of food and water appear.

“Try to hydrate and eat something once you can move again. Talk about tonight, I heard it helps mortals bond.”

You and Taehyung mewl softly, drooling on each other. Yoongi studies the ruined states of you.

“I did good. I was thorough”, he says and nods his head, “my job here is done. I won’t ask you if you liked it because I know you did.” 

He turns his back to you and walks to the candle circle. 

“You will feel stronger and healthier in the days to come because I filled you with my nectar. Use it to fuck each other, it will feel better to you. Or don’t fuck and talk, mortals are so emotional how disgusting. Just fuck, seriously, it’s more fun.”

He steps inside the circle. 

“Yoongi”, you croak, eyes barely wanting to open. 

He looks over his shoulder, “yes, pretty girl?” 

“Can we see you again?” 

He smiles wickedly. The candles burn brightly, somewhere far away a bell tolls. His wicked smile grows. 

“In your dreams”, Yoongi hisses and disappears. 

You and Taehyung both know that this wasn’t meant as an insult, but a promise. You just made a deal with the fucking devil.

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Omg please please please could you write dom ethan and reader where ethan uses his belt to tie up the reader and restrict her hands, and he just keeps teasing her and overstimulating her with just the filthiest dirty talk

Hiiii, I hope you like this. :) Thank you for your request💕

Acting Like That - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 2

Summary: You teased Ethan when you were out with your friends, so he takes you home and really teases you.

Contains: Dom!Ethan, Use of sex toys, Oral - f receiving, fingering, overstimulation, edging, hints of switch!ethan at the end.

A/N: Whenever I see this gif, I just think about my dumb ass watching scream vi for the first time and thinking he was so babygirl and there was no way he could've been Ghostface. My ability to ignore red flags is fucking ASTOUNDING lmao.

After a day out with your friends, Ethan was silent as he drove you back to the apartment you shared. You might’ve teased him a little at lunch when you subtly rubbed over his cock that was hardening in his jeans, or when you sent him a couple nudes you’d taken the night before when he was talking to Chad, the poor boy nearly dropping his phone when he saw them on his screen.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you asked, as he focused on the road ahead of him.

He scoffed at your question, “I don’t know…maybe it’s because you were acting like a slut today.”

Your heart started to race, knowing from his condescending tone that he was going to pound you into the mattress as soon as he got you home.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, feigning innocence as he rolled his eyes.

“When we get home, you need to go to our room, take off your clothes, and be on the bed by the time I get in there,” he said, wetness pooling between your thighs at his words.

“And what if I don’t?” you questioned, trying to make him a little angrier.

“I guess you’re not getting fucked then,” he snapped, getting irritated with you and the slow-moving traffic in front of him. “It’s a fucking green light!”

You laughed a little at his frustration, as his dark eyes looked over to yours.

“I bet you won’t be laughing when I don’t let you cum.” Your smile dropped as he turned his attention back to the road, him having the upper hand in the situation making him smirk, “That’s what I thought.”

As soon as you made it back home, you grabbed your keys from your purse before you ran upstairs. Ethan took his time as he walked, thinking about what he wanted to do to you. You’d been pressing his buttons all day, so he wasn’t going to give in and fuck you as quickly as he usually does.

When you got inside, you did as Ethan said, stripping your clothes and laying on the bed. You soon heard the front door shut, the anticipation building as he walked into the room.

“Oh, you can listen,” he said, looking at you sprawled out on the bed in front of him. He could see your wetness glistening under the sunlight pouring in, as your hand reached down to rub circles on your aching clit. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No,” you said, moving your hand away.

“I think you need to be punished for the way you were acting today,” he said, as he took his shirt off. “What if Chad would’ve seen those nudes?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said, as he took his belt off.

“No, you’re not.”

He walked over to you, crawling up beside you on the bed. His belt was still in his hand as you started to get curious about what his plan was. He leaned down to kiss you sweetly at first, before it got more aggressive. Your hands started to tangle in his hair when he pulled away from you. You whined, not wanting the kiss to stop.

“You’re about to be doing a lot of that,” he smirked, as he placed both of your hands above your head.

He wrapped his belt around both of your wrists before securing them to one of the bars on his bedframe.

“You don’t want me to touch you?” you asked sadly, as his eyes met yours.

“Not right now. I’ll let you use your hands soon,” he said, as he crawled back off the bed.

Your thighs started to rub together, desperate for some friction where you needed it as he walked over to the nightstand on your side of the bed.

“Hey, don’t think I won’t find a way for you to not move your legs.”

You stopped, whining at the lost feeling as you watched him open the top drawer that had all the toys you liked to use in your alone time, and occasionally with him. He pulled out the wand vibrator and got on top of the bed with you.

“Before I do anything, if this gets to be too much, say ‘Red’. We’ll stop, okay?” he asked as you nodded.

He pressed down on the button to turn the vibrator on, running his hand over it to make sure it was the intensity he wanted to start out with.

“You shouldn’t have acted that way today, baby,” he said, pressing the wand to one of your nipples. The feeling made you gasp, as he trailed it to the other side of your chest. “You were so bad today. Why?”

“Because you said we didn’t have time to have sex this morning,” you said, your breathing getting heavier as he started to run the vibrations down your stomach.

“It’s not my fault you overslept,” he said, ghosting the toy over your pussy and running it down your thigh. “I don’t think that’s a good enough reason for you to make me hard around our friends.”

He started to move the wand up your other thigh, completely skipping over where you needed him and ran it back up your stomach again.

“Please,” you begged, as he shook his head. “Do you think you deserve to feel good after you tried to piss me off in the car?”

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it,” you said, as he circled your nipples again. “Please make me cum.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said, pulling the wand away from your nipple and placing it against your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, your fingers gripping at his belt around your wrists. “That feels so good.”

After a few minutes, he increased the intensity, watching your mouth fall open as your eyes started to close. He pressed it harder against you, the moans flooding out of your mouth going to his cock that was straining in his jeans.

You were getting close, Ethan could tell. He moved the toy in a circular motion against you as your legs started to shake. He quickly pulled it away, shaking his head as you whined at the loss of contact.

“I didn’t say you could cum.”

“Please, I need it,” you begged, as he slid two fingers into you. He moved them excruciatingly slowly as his eyes connected with your desperate ones. “Ethannn,” you whined, as he slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” he said, licking his fingers. He placed the wand back to your bundle of nerves and cut the vibrations down to the lowest setting, “This is fun. I could do this to you all day.”

Your eyes went wide at his words, the expression on his face letting you know that he was serious. He slid his fingers back into you, quickly moving them against the spongy spot inside of you. You let out a low groan, your hips starting to jerk against him as he brought you closer to the edge.

“Please let me cum,” you whimpered, as he pressed even harder. “Yes, fuck.”

The second your walls started to flutter around his fingers, he pulled them out and the wand away from your clit. Your sad eyes connected with his as he cut the toy off and sat it on the bed beside you.

“Why?” you whined, as he rolled his eyes.

“I still didn’t say you could cum.”

He laid down on the bed in between your legs and started to kiss your thighs, loving all the desperate sounds that fell past your lips. He knew he was going to give in soon and give you what you wanted, but he wanted to play with you a little longer.

His mouth finally made it to your pussy, his tongue skillfully moving in and out of your entrance as your hands started to pull even harder at the belt. The overstimulation he was making you feel from the ruined orgasms had your pussy aching, your poor clit swollen as he trailed his tongue up to it. Your eyes started to water the second he sucked it into his mouth, your whimpers turning into cries.

Your chest was heaving, and you were so close again, until he pulled his mouth away.

“Ethan, please. I’m sorry I kept teasing you. I’m sorry I was being a brat in the car. Please let me cum.” The tears were starting to slip past your lower lash line out of frustration, as his face softened.

“You can cum this time, okay?” he said, before he started to lap at your clit. He slid his fingers back inside of you, not moving them too fast. He started to draw patterns against your clit with his tongue, his fingers moving a little faster.

“Fuck,” you whined, your body started to shake as the feeling of euphoria got closer and closer. “Please don’t stop.”

You almost expected him to, even though he said he’d let you cum this time. You were scared he’d snatch the feeling away from you like he already had done three times before. The second your pussy started to clench around him, his eyes connected with yours.

“That’s it baby, cum for me,” he said, latching his mouth back onto your clit as your hips kept bucking against him.

“Fuck…fuck!” your mind went blank aside from the pleasure you were feeling. His fingers and mouth didn’t let up, until your hips started to pull away from him.

The dazed look on your face made him smile as he sat up, leaning over to free your hands. He noticed your wrists were red from all the pulling against his belt.

“Aw, babe,” he said, pulling both of your hands towards him. He kissed along your wrists as your breathing started to return to normal. “Was that too much?”

“No, but I can’t believe you did that to me over some nudes and me touching your cock,” you smirked, lazily sitting up. “Just think if I tortured you as much as you just tortured me.” He nervously laughed at the idea as your eyes stayed serious. “What if I tied you to the bed, and got you so close, and just stopped. Over and over again,” you said, pushing him back on the bed as you moved to straddle him. He curiously looked at you, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you stared him down. “Give me the belt.”

[sigmaswaist]

Bsd Smut headcannons!

characters: Atsushi, Sigma, Dazai, Chuuya, Poe

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Atsushi:

Atsushi is 100% a crybaby/whiny sub, i can’t explain it but yeah- he’s so hellbent on being good for you, he wants nothing more that to be your good boy, he apologises when he accidentally bucks his hips into you, but you just feel so good around him, he can’t help it, he loves being as close to you as possible at all times. and he has used your old underwear to help him get off before. you’ve also caught him humping your pillow before. He loves being close to you, And he doesn’t mind sub/dom, he is the definition of a switch. if you put him in a collar you have him wrapped around your finger, he loves being yours

“Ah!- Sorry! i- I didn’t mean to! you just- ah!- feel so good! and i-“ atsushi couldn’t even form a sentence when you were on him, little half formed moans interrupting every now and then. you grabbed one of his hands and leaned down to give him a hickey, “I’m close, please can i?” Atsushi panted out, his face a pretty pink, dried tears on his cheeks, his hair was a mess. you nodded and started bouncing again, it wasn’t long before he spilled over the edge, Letting out a downright pornographic moan and crying, his claw like nails digging into your hand and thigh. he babbled out little thank you’s and tried so hard to keep his hips down, it was enough to spill you over.

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Sigma:

This man is so loud and you cannot tell me otherwise, like you try to bring him out with a vibrator in his ass and he cannot open his mouth without whining, When you tell him he can be loud he looses his voice the next day. he’s a bottom leaning switch, and he loves being praised.

sigma whined and whimpered quietly as he sat, you and the DOA had gone to lunch and you made your partner sit there with a vibrator in his ass. the low buzzing practically silent, Sigma looked helplessly at you, lightly pink cheeks and glassy eyes.

“Pardon me Dostoevsky-san, Me and Sigma will be taking our leave.” you excused yourselves as sigma practically shot up and followed you like a puppy. when you two walked away you turned up the setting of the toy, Making sigma whine louder. You got to your car and pushed him to lay on his back.

“Now now, let me hear those noises now yes?” Sigma opened his mouth, moaning loudly as you put pressure on his groin, throwing his head back as you ‘attended’ to him.

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Dazai:

this man keens for praise, but he’s a brat. if you get him fucked out and dumb he practically worships you, he’s a bratty sub, but will dom if you ask him to, he just turns dumb when you give steady compliments and praise to him

“Just like that Osamu…” you tilted his head up, his eyes clouded and teary, slipping two fingers into his mouth he eagerly ran this tongue along your knuckles, slightly bobbing on them. you pushed your fingers to his gag reflex and he instinctively moaned around them.

“So pretty sucking all over my fingers~ hm Osa?~” Dazai practically melted around your fingers, pathetic whines rooming in his throat.

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Chūya:

Chūya is 180% accustomed to your preferences, you want to top? go for it, he’ll be as bratty or submissive as you want, you be fucked dumb? he won’t hold back, you want slow and romantic? he’s telling you how much he loves you while his cock is buried in you. he’s so very vocal, the slightest pressure has him screaming your name, but if you let him he’ll take out his aggression on you, hard and rough is his favourite way after a long day, he’s also the aftercare king

Chūya pulled out and kissed your forehead as you finished your orgasm, returning with a damp towel and water, quickly cleaning you up and making sure you drank water before carrying you to the bath and getting in with you.

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Poe;

worlds biggest crybaby sub, too much pleasure? sobbing, too little? whining and crying, he doesn’t care how, but he needs you, he has a novel where you two won’t be disturbed so you can take as long as you want. he’ll let you keep a toy in or on him while you go to work so he’s writhing around waiting for you to come home, he’s a sucker for toys, he loves wands and rings specifically

Poe ground down on the toy in his ass, its vibrations an idle noise, you should be coming home soon and he couldn’t stop crying at the pleasure he felt, the ring around him stopping him from orgasming. he heard the click of the door and practically ran to you

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[littlebumblebeesstuff]

Can you do a jasper hale x little reader nd do have him punish them for throwing a tantrum

Fussy Baby

Hiya! I changed it a little bit, but I hope you enjoy 💙

Notes: fluff, Angst, sickness (fever), bratty reader, timeout.

It started off with a stuffy nose, that turned into a runny nose, and then back to a stuffy nose.

Then your body started to feel owie. Like when you press on a nearly healed bruise.

You didn't want to play, you didn't want to eat. You didn't want to do anything.

Jasper was very aware that sometimes his little doll just woke you up in a funny mood, but that as long as he kept an eye on you you would be ok.

He let you do what you wanted today, which was to lie on the play mat and watch cartoons on the iPad while your daddy sat in the rocking chair reading a book

You managed to pick away at a snack plate that Jasper brought you, some apple slices, some crackers, strawberries, little sandwich bites etc.

So when it turned 1pm, Jasper was ready to put you down for your nap- nothing out of the usual.

"Hey, baby." You did melt a little when he kissed the top of your head. "Come, it's time for your nap."

He was about to go and close the curtains, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard you say something he's not used to from you at all.

"No."

His head slowly turned to face the back of your head. "Excuse me?"

He was looking at you sternly and you knew it wasn't the best idea to repeat yourself, an apology was a much better option, but you were feeling frustrated and you didn't want a nap.

"Wanna try that again?" he asked raising an eyebrow at you.

Your silence is more incriminating than it should be, showing your reluctance to apologise or do as your told.

You're suddenly hoisted up by your waist and set in his hip. A whine slips from you when you realise where he is going... naughty corner.

He sat you down on the large pillow in the corner of the room, facing the wall. You pout, you didn't really know what you expected by telling him no but you really didn't want to sit here now.

"5 minutes darlin', then we can have a chat about our feelings"

Jasper soothed with a soft pat on your head. He already knew that you were feeling frustrated, but that wasn't the point. The point was for you to understand how you were feeling but also understand that you can't be rude to your daddy.

You huff and stare at the floor, listening as Jasper steps out of the play room to go and set up the bedroom for your nap.

In a very rebellious move, you shuffle over and pick up one of your toys and take it back to the naughty corner. You just wanted comfort from this icky feeling. You felt like your nose was all clogged up and you were cold despite your fluffy oodie.

Of course Jasper heard you move and sighed, rubbing his temples and walked back in.

"Darlin'.... what are the rules?" Jasper calmly walked over to you, kneeling beside you as he gently takes the toy.

"....no toys in timeout...". If it was anyone other than Jasper, they never would have heard what you said, but he nodded.

"Yes. No toys in timeout. For that, I am going to add on another 3 minutes-"

That just burst your bubble.

You let out a scream, kicking your little feet as hot, stinging tears drip down your cheeks.

All your frustrations and your ickyness was just too much for your little body to deal with.

You were instantly picked up and rocked in Jaspers arms, his cool hand rubbing over your back. His coldness was actually really soothing and you press into him as much as you can.

The next thing you know, you are in his bathroom, still in his arms, as he tries to coax you into letting him take your temperature.

You can hear the soft murmur of Carlisle talking to Jasper as you continue to fuss and cry. Soon the thermometer under your tongue beeps and shows that you have a light fever.

"Easy darlin', daddy is gonna help you feel better"

Jasper places a kiss to your temple, measuring out a dose of medicine to give you to help with your discomfort and fever.

Everything seems like a blur as you continue to cry, fussing when Jasper patiently changes you into clean pyjamas and carries you through to his bedroom rather than your adjoining little room.

By now you are starting to exhaust yourself, your sobs turning to sniffles and your fever making your head and body ache.

"Here we go, have some water baby, make you feel a little better."

Jasper holds you close as he holds your sippy cup to your lips. The cold water helped you feel a bit better, but what really makes you feel better is just being in your daddy's arms, his cool skin soothing your low fever.

You soon end up falling asleep in his arms, snuggled up under the blankets.

Jasper should have known that something was up, you were usually such a well behaved little darlin'.

When you woke up you would get all the snuggles you need and you wouldn't leave the bed for as long as possible.

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 7

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think

Sensory Deprivation | Sex Toys

Your eyes are covered, but even beyond the blindfold you know the room is dimly lit. Your hands are tied with a matching ribbon. Not too tight, but enough to have to keep them together.

You lay there vulnerable, naked, not sure what is going to happen with no way of stopping anything either.

To the left of you the bed sinks. You're trying to imagine where Jean is. How he's sitting, how is he moving, what is he going to touch. You're a little anxious but there's also adrenaline running through you.

A hand touches your thigh and you jump slightly. You feel his weight shift more. The hand on your thigh slides up to your waist and grabs your breast. Gripping but not being too rough.

Your moan is cut short when he kisses you. It starts soft but quickly gets rough. But it quickly ends.

Jean is looking down at you, his eye patch off, admiring you. Looking at all the curves on your body. He kisses your neck next as he pushes your legs further apart to get himself between you.

Your tied hands carefully reach out to feel him, wanting to know if he's naked or not.

But he grabs your hands and moves them back to above your head.

"Keep your hands still, mademoiselle. Lay still and let me treat you."

Next thing you know his mouth is on your chest. While his mouth is occupying one boob his hand is on the other, massaging it.

Your back arches, moaning out. Next his knee presses between your thighs, getting you to grind on him. After some time his mouth switches to the other side, this time gently nibbling your nipple.

You gasp and squirm. Your hips grind against him harder.

"You are so beautiful."

His knee is pulled away from you and you try not to whine. His mouth is pulled away from you and his hands slide down your sides to your hips.

Again, you try imagining where he's moving. What is he going to do? Your hands pull on the ribbons. You want to reach down and touch him but he's just going to put you in the same spot.

Warm hands touch the inside of your thighs, squeezing them lightly as he makes sure your legs stay open. Suddenly the cool touch of his tongue licks between your legs. You jump, bucking your hips up, but his hands keep you down. You moan again at another luck, then louder when his tongue slides inside you, feeling his face pressed up against you.

You get louder and your legs shake as his tongue flicks inside you. You can't help but move your hands down and into his hair.

Jean doesn't move them away, in fact you think you hear a moan.

You grab small strands of his hair between your fingers, tugging him. This tongue only goes deeper. You want to push his head away while simultaneously wanting to bring him closer.

He looks up at you, enjoying the look on your face, even without your eyes visible. You still seem so needy. So vulnerable.

His hands leave your thighs, creeping up past your hips and to your waist. With his hands firmly around your curves he pulls your body down as if trying to get his tongue deeper in you.

Your hips jerk and you begin to pant, moaning his name. He lets you keep tugging his hair, knowing that his grip on you is much tighter.

You tug a little harder as you cum on his tongue, cutting your scream off by biting your lip.

Jean lets you relax for a moment before moving his face away, resting his head on your thigh. He also needs to catch his breath.

"You should stop biting your lip. Now I have to do that again so I can hear you better."

[twirlywhirlywriting]

What Would I Do Without You?

I finally did it!!! This was definitely a challenge for me as a writer. I am mostly used to female submissives so this was a huge change! I hope you all like it, I worked really hard on it! Here you go, my loves, submissive John Murphy!

Title: What Would I Do Without You?

TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Sub!Murphy x Dom!/Reader, Reader’s POV, Fem Reader, Use of Y/N, Cussing, Soft Dom, Mistress Kink, Obedience, Reassurance, Strip Tease, Kissing, Praise, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), P in V (unprotected), Orgasms, Soft Edging (literally one time), Handjob, Slight Mess, Aftercare, Mentions of Love

The first thing that I need to point out before telling you anything, is that John Murphy is mine. He is the love of my life, he is my best friend, he is my baby. He’s my submissive, my fuck toy, my good boy, just mine. I know that when you look at us, we seem like any other “power couple” who are really just giant assholes who don’t care about anyone else but each other. But really, he’s just trying to give the people what they want, and well, I can’t help myself from being protective of him and his feelings. 

The only reason he is being so forceful in making everyone take off those stupid wristbands is because no one wants the fuckers who put us down here to follow us. We don’t deserve to be prisoners. We are lucky none of us are 18, otherwise we’d all be dead anyways. But they put us on this dropship without our permission. They are the ones who didn’t know if they were killing us or not. And now we have the entire Earth to ourselves. The last thing that any of us want is for those stupid assholes to follow us down and take control again, or worse, call us criminals again. We deserve this whole goddamn Earth to ourselves, we were the ones who were going to die for it if it turned out to be uninhabitable anyway. 

Most people understand this and are happy to take off the damn wristband-tracker-whatever the fuck they are. If everyone on the Ark thinks we died, they won’t follow us and we will finally be free. But Clarke and her stupid boy toy followers are making things way harder than they need to be. They’re being dicks to John, my John. I can’t stand it. 

“Stop it, Murphy! Everyone, you have to stop taking those off, the Ark has to know we’re alive!” Clarke screams at John over the fire. Maybe he is being a little bit intense, not letting anyone get dinner until they allow him to remove the wristband. But it’s for their own good! How can that bitch not see that? 

“No one wants the Ark to know we’re alive, Clarke. We want to be free. We deserve to be free.” He retorts, then turns to everyone, “Do you want to be the Ark's prisoners again? For doing nothing? For saving their asses and getting nothing in return?” He yells, and everyone around boos at Clarke; she and Wells look like they’re about to pop their top. 

She grabs a piece of meat anyways and starts eating, then glares at him. “No rules, right? Screw you, Murphy.” His eyes look like he’s ready to kill her, but I know that look. When he looks murderous, he’s really just sad, or scared, or something. Maybe angry too, maybe a bit murderous, but mostly sad. And that makes me fume. 

I hand my food to John and stand up. Yanking the food back from Clarke, I step right up to her and get in her face. “You know you can’t do that shit. Chaos is good, but you’re just being fucking stupid. He’s helping people, whether you realize it or not. You, Wells, and Finn can all just go on your merry fucking way and find your own food. We’ll get your wristbands later.” She looks like she’s about to throw a punch, but Finn stops her and pulls her away. I’m still fuming, who does she think she is? Finn is right, she is a fucking princess. Wells and Clarke think they get to decide all the rules just because his Daddy and her Mommy are in charge up there. Well, they’re fucking wrong. 

As I sit back down, John gives me back my food. We are both still so pissed off at the whole situation, and not just because of right now. Clarke and those stupid boys are always getting in John’s way. They truly think they can lead us! While I sit here thinking about how fucked up it is, John grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips, planting the softest kiss. I know he’s trying to calm me down, even though he’s just as mad as I am. He’s so fucking sweet. He could be ready to kill someone and when he looks at me or touches me, it is always so soft and loving. He treats me like a queen no matter how he feels. 

I smile at him and when I catch his eyes, I can tell he needs a break. He is trying so hard to keep his cool in front of everyone, but I can tell the frustration of the day and that encounter is getting to him. I quickly shove the last bite of food into my mouth and lead him to our tent with his hand in mine. I’m going to take all of his thoughts and make them melt away, I know just what to do.

The second we get inside, he asks, “Am I doing something wrong?” and I shake my head and smile at him, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. You may think he likes to take charge with the way he acts around other people, but you’d have it all wrong. He needs the release of not having to make choices. To listen to someone else for a change, have someone else be responsible for him when no one is watching.

“No baby boy, nothing wrong at all. You’re perfect.” I kiss him on the lips, then kiss both of his cheeks, and when I look into his eyes again, I can’t take it. He’s just so hot, standing there and waiting to react to my every move. I kiss him again, harder this time, moving my hands up under his shirt a little to glide my hands along his stomach and chest. He grabs me by my waist and kisses me back deeply, stifling a small moan. I know he wants me. I grin and look up to him, putting my hand on his cheek softly. “What does my good boy want, hm?” 

He bites his lip and looks into my eyes, knowing just the right words to say. “I want to make you feel good, Mistress. I just want to feel you all over me. I want to feel you on my hands, my lips, my tongue, I want to please you with every part of me.” It’s hard for me to keep my composure when he says such yummy words.

“And you can have me. But not yet. Sit on the bed, for now you only get to watch.” He immediately obeys, sitting on the bed with his eyes glued to me. I slowly take off my shirt, much slower than normal, feeling his eyes look over every inch of my stomach, my ribs, my tits, my collarbone and neck, and finally my face again. With my pants, it’s the same thing. I turn around this time though, giving him a full view as I bend over and let him watch every part of my ass and legs become exposed. I peel my underwear off too, giving him just a quick peek of my pussy before standing up and turning around again. 

Instead of letting him touch me like he asked for, I smirk at him, trailing my hands up my stomach and start squeezing my tits, then trailing my fingertips around my nipples until they get hard. I love watching him practically drool, watching his pants get tight, his hands grabbing onto the sheets to stop himself from leaping up and grabbing me.  

I move a hand down my stomach, across my hips, parting my legs just enough to let my hand slip between them. I keep one hand squeezing my tit and sometimes pinching my nipple, letting the other hand glide along my slit, then I start to slowly rub my clit. I lean my head back and moan, wondering just how much this is killing him and enticing him to watch. After maybe a minute or so, I pull my hand back up, stare straight into his eyes, and lick the wetness off of my fingers. His face flushes, and I ask him, “What is it? Do you want a taste too?” 

He stumbles over his words as though he couldn’t get them out fast enough, “Yes, Mistress, please let me taste you.” It makes me feel so warm inside when he says these things. Of course, I’ll give him what he wants. I walk towards him, put a foot up onto the bed to give him a better view, and slide a single finger inside of myself. When I pull it out, it’s glistening. It’s fucking teasing me to do this too, but I love seeing how much he wants me. 

“Open.” I demand as I put my finger up to his lips, and he does so immediately. I slide my finger in his mouth, and he is happy to suck my finger clean. “Good boy, you are so patient. You get to touch me now.” I lay down onto the bed, “Whatever you want to do to start with, baby, you earned it.” 

He climbs on top of me, kissing my neck oh so gently, it almost tickles. He works his way down to my chest, and as he does so, his kisses become more erratic and have more pressure. He gets to my tits, and uses his tongue to circle my nipple, using a hand to follow suit on my other nipple. I close my eyes to fully enjoy the sensations, combing my fingers through his hair as he does this.

After a little bit of this, I feel my wetness and the tingle of desire a bit too intensely. “Okay, I need you on my pussy, right now.” The end of my sentence is almost a growl, I didn’t realize how fucking wet I was until it hit me like a brick wall and I couldn’t wait a single second longer. 

“Yes Mistress, of course.” He scoots back on the bed, wetting two of his fingers using my own juices, sliding one in and pumping a few times before adding the second. He starts kissing my clit, just warming me up as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out, just barely curling his fingers up at the last second of every thrust, only a whisper of a touch to my g-spot. Even with how soft he’s being, my breathing quickens. He’s not one to need too much direction on exactly how to please a woman. He doesn’t start off too fast, and he definitely knows where all the good spots are. Whether he’s naturally gifted, or if he’s practiced, I’ve never cared to ask. He’s all fucking mine and that’s the only thing that matters to me. 

“You’re doing so good, baby, you’re such a good boy for me, that’s just right.” I coo at him, making sure every second that he knows just how good he’s making me feel. 

His kisses on my clit slowly turn into kisses with tongue, and that turns into pressing his tongue into me with the tiniest of suction of his lips, letting go with a tiny pop every time. As his kisses change into this, his fingers start working faster, and the second he feels my g-spot swell, he starts fully curving them into that wonderful “come here” motion as he pumps them in and out of me. His tongue gets faster as well, consistent stimulation with suction every few seconds, it’s perfect. I grip the sheets with one hand and his hair in another, unable to control how loud or often I’m moaning. I can barely talk anymore, but I mumble out a “Good boy, just like that!” 

It only takes a couple of minutes before my orgasm comes to the brink, my legs shaking and the world around me practically spinning as I hit my peak. When it calms down, I grip his hair tighter and pull him up to me in a sloppy kiss, both of us breathing heavily. “Am I making you feel good, Mistress? That was good?” He asks me, and my heart melts. He is probably the only guy in the world to make a girl cum that hard and not be full of himself about it. He wants reassurance that he’s doing things just how I like them. Fuck, I love him. He is going to be mine forever, I swear to God. 

“Yes, you are doing so good, baby boy. I’m going to keep you mine forever. Understand?” I look into his eyes so that he knows that isn’t just pillow talk, that he really is mine. Forever. 

He nods with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever seen, and responds with the same seriousness in his voice that I had in mine. “Yes Mistress, I’m all yours, forever. You own me.” 

I give him one more kiss before switching our positions so that I’m on top of him now. “I need you to be inside me now.” I say as I slowly ease myself onto him, groaning as I feel the fullness inside of me. “It’s my turn to watch as you feel good, baby.” I say soothingly, before adding sternly, “now don’t you dare look away. I want to look into your eyes the whole time I’m making you feel good.”

He bites his lip and nods, almost immediately moaning as I start riding him, slowly at first, moving my hips up and down, then back and forth, then a mixture of them all, in a circle. I love watching the sweat slowly build in his hair, watching the muscles on his chest and abs clench as I make him feel so good. I place my hand on his chest to give me better leverage to go faster, faster, and stop right as I see he is starting to get closer to his orgasm. 

Disappointment flickers in his eyes, but only for a moment, he knows I’m never going to fully deny him. He’s too beautiful and perfect to truly be mean. I lean down to give him a kiss, before whispering into his ear. “Now, you’re going to make me cum again. I’m going to stay still, and you are going to fuck me like this, exactly how I tell you to.” 

“Yes Mistress, I want to make you cum on me. Please tell me what you want.” He begs and I groan quietly, he’s too fucking good. 

I straighten back up and tell him to start off slow, which he does. He keeps his hands on my waist to help him gain leverage, and I trail my fingers along his chest and tell him constantly how good he’s doing, how much he’s pleasing me. I tell him to go faster, then to slow down, then to go deeper and harder, then faster, then slow again. He follows along with my words perfectly. I like to work myself up to the edge, not too fast, I want to enjoy every moment of this. But when I notice he is getting a little tired, I tell him to speed up and fuck me as hard as he can. 

My nails dig into his chest as I cum, my head falling back as I moan and my legs squeeze against his sides, making it harder for him to continue fucking me but he pushes through. When I look back down at him I smile at his flushed face, “Stop, baby. You can stop. You are such a perfect fuck toy. Now it’s finally your turn.” 

I start riding him again, keeping up with the quick pace and making sure I’m going all the way down, pushing all of him inside me with every hip thrust. I love watching him pant and whimper as he gets close to the edge. “Mistress, please, I-I-I’m close!” he says with urgency, and I get off of him and immediately jerk him off, keeping the pace as I watch him cum all over himself, biting my lip as I watch.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, baby.” I tease, making him blush a little bit but he knows I’m not mad. I just love watching him make a mess everywhere, especially on himself. I quickly grab a rag and clean him up, first wiping the sweat off his brow and then cleaning up his chest. 

I lay down next to him, propping myself up on my elbow. I kiss him all over his face, a million times practically, whispering in a soothing voice “You are such a good boy,” and “You did such a wonderful job,” and “It’s all over now baby, I love you so much.” and “I’ll be right here to care for you, always.” in between the kisses being peppered all over his face. He snuggles into me, and I am happy to hold him, regulating my own breathing in order to help him regulate his. 

I stroke his hair, humming softly in a soothing lullaby I forgot the words to a long time ago, every once in a while kissing the top of his head. After a while, he looks up at me and asks, “Did you really mean it, that I’m yours forever? Because.. I want to be. I always want to be yours, Y/N. Always.”

I smile back at him, my heart melting all over again. “Whatever would I do without you, John? I love you.” 

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[prettytoxicrevolver]

8. Scenario with a plot for Quinn?

8. I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

“Mom!!” you hear a whispered scream in your ear. Your head lolls, trying desperately to get away from the noise but a tug on your arm brings you right back towards the noise.

“Mom!!” you hear, louder this time to the point it wakes you up with a start. You look around nervously, finally coming face to face with your twin boys.

“What's wrong?” you ask, your voice cracking from lack of use. You’re fully awake now, pulling both young boys onto the bed and searching their faces and bodies for any sign of physical harm.

“We can’t sleep,” Hudson says and Oliver pouts and nods in agreement.

“Dad told us a scary story,” Oliver continues and you can’t help the small sigh that releases from your lips.

“Quinn,” you say, turning and shaking your husband until his soft brown eyes flutter open to look at you.

“What story did you tell the boys?” you ask and his face flushes in guilt.

“Dad said that when everyone falls asleep, the snowmen wake up and move around at night,” Hudson rushes the story, tears forming in his big blue eyes.

“And they steal toys from bad kids and take away all the snow!” Oliver adds and it takes all of your willpower not to giggle at your twins.

Instead, you turn towards your husband and Quinn is smiling sheepishly up at you. He sits up, gathering Oliver up in his arms and moving out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

Minutes later, you, Quinn, and your twins are walking down the deserted Vancouver streets. Hudson clutches your hand while Oliver clings to Quinn. The boys are staring down any snowmen they see, carefully watching and wondering if they’ll move or not.

“See?” Quinn says. “They aren’t moving. It was just a story I promise.”

“Mom?” Oliver asks, looking at you for confirmation.

“Promise my love,” you respond and the twins look at each other before nodding.

At this point, the four of you head home and unbundle yourselves from the mass of clothes you put on to brave the cold Canadian weather. You carry the boys upstairs and in a last second decision, follow Quinn as he carries Oliver into your shared bedroom.

You both place the boys down in the middle of your king sized bed and when you step back you can’t help the smile on your face at the sight of them.

“No more bedtime stories, yeah?” you ask Quinn and he smiles, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you in for a deep kiss.

“Promise,” he reassures and you grin, climbing back into bed with your boys.

[annabelinlove]

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

I turn my face from the fire and look at the person who just sat next to me. Sirius Black looks at me with tired eyes, cigarette that’s waiting to be lit in his hand. I blink a few times to focus before answering.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to sound awake, but judging from his face, I know I’m not doing a good job.

“You know what I’m talking about, pet. I am with you the whole day, if not me then Prongs or Moony, right until we’re tired and go to our room. When I can’t sleep, or wake up feeling restless, I come here to have a smoke and guess what. You’re here. Every single time. Reading, or writing or just staring at nothing like you were doing just now. We talk and then I go back to my dorm to go back to sleep, but I never see you leave. And every morning before class, you’re already here, prepared and everything. So tell me, darling. When was the last time you’ve slept?”

I stare at him with open mouth. I never knew he noticed these things, or actually thought about them. He’s looking at me with concern written all over his beautiful face. His frown forms wrinkles between his eyebrows and I wanna kiss them away. But you’re best friends, you can’t screams the voice in my head and I’m glad that my brain is working even without sleep. I want to open my mouth and answer him, but I have no idea what to say, so I just stare at him.

“C’mon, you know you can tell me anything. I’m your best friend, we’re supposed to tell each other when something is bothering us, so the other one can help. That’s what we’re here for.” he urges, desperation in his voice. His eyes are boring into mine, like he’s trying to read my mind, but I can’t help him do that.

“So that’s all I’m good for? Am I just a problem solver for you?” I tease him, trying to avert his attention from the topic. One side of his mouth twists, and I’m glad it amused him at least a little bit.

“You’re so much more than that to me, love.” Sirius promises, his features softening. He grabs my hand and his warmth seeps into me. “You are everything to me, so please, please tell me what’s bothering you. Why don’t you ever sleep?”

“Nothing, I’m just not tired.” I say nonchalantly, hoping that I sound convincing. He lifts one of his eyebrows and gives me an unimpressed look.

“Yeah, right. The circle under your eyes are so dark, I’d think you were a raccoon if I didn’t know any better, pet.” he jokes, but his eyes don’t hold any amusement, just pure concern. I sigh and look at our joined hands, my fingers toying with his rings. I open my mouth to say something but he interrupts me.

“I swear, if you’re gonna ask me why I’m wearing my rings now, I’m gonna strangle you.” he threatens, and I smile for the first time tonight, because it warms my heart that he knew I was gonna ask that. He knows me too well, it’s scary sometimes.

“I don’t wanna sleep.” I murmur, hoping he can’t hear me, but from the way he squeezes my hand, I know he did.

“Why don’t you wanna sleep, darling?” he asks gently. I shrug my shoulders, but he’s patiently waiting for my answer.

“Because I think a lot. And my mind goes to places I dont want it to go. I think about everything, the school, the future, us. And once I start, I can’t stop, until I fall asleep. But when I do, the nightmares begin. They’re horrible Siri.” my voice breaks and I try to take a deep breath, but fail. “I’m always alone in the dark, but I can feel I’m not alone, you know? Like the feeling you get when someone is watching you. And then, out of nowhere, someone just appears right in front of me. It’s either you, Jamie, Remmy, Marls or just anyone I like, but..B-but they’re dead, they’re always dead and staring at me with huge, lifeless eyes. And I try to move, to help them or run away, just to do something, but I can’t. It’s like I’m frozen in place. And then I hear voices, yelling at me that it’s my fault they’re dead or asking me to help or just telling me how worthless I am. And I can never wake up. No matter how much I try, to just wake up, I can’t. I keep telling myself that it’s not real, you are all okay and its just my imagination, but the longer it lasts, the realer it is and I can’t wake up and it’s terrible and it’s killing me and I don’t wanna sleep ever again because..” Sirius hugs me close to his body shushing me softly, stopping my rumbling. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I can feel the wet patch I formed on Sirius’ shoulder. I hiccup loudly, trying to keep my breathing calm, but failing once again.

“Shh, it’s okay love. Try to breathe. I’m here darling, don’t worry. I’m here with you and I’m not going anywhere. Just beathe, my love.” He murmurs into my ear, rocking us lightly. One of his hand if tightly wrapped around my back, drawing small circles, while the other one is in my head, protectively holding my head to his shoulder. I listen to his soft words, breathing in his cologne and trying to stop shaking. We stay like this for Merlin know how long, but he doesn’t stop whispering sweet nothings and rocking us lightly even after my breathing is regular and I’m no longer shaking. He squeezes me one last time, before slowly pulling away, yet his hands never leave my body. I’m basically sitting in his lap, but neither of us seem to mind.

“I’m so sorry, darling, I had no idea. I’m so fucking sorry..” he apologizes, but I interrupt him before he can say more.

“It’s not your fault, Siri. You couldn’t have known, because I never told you. I didn’t want you to worry.” I try to reassure him, hating that desperate look on his face, but he just shakes his head, and places his hands on my cheeks, his cold rings soothing my hot skin.

“I should have asked sooner, I knew something was wrong, but I decided to let it be and that’s on me, but I promise I’m never gonna do it again. I’m so sorry I’ve let you suffer alone for so long, my love. It’s never gonna happen again, I promise. You’re never leaving my side again. You’ll sleep in our dorm from now on. Company could help you, and you’re gonna try some of Remus’ tea, he hides under his bed and even if that’s not gonna work, we’ll go to Madam Pomfreys. You’re not in this alone okay? You have me and you always will, I’m not going anywhere and I won’t stop, until you get the rest you need and deserve okay?” he promises and I believe him. The look in his eyes is determined and I know that when he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t stop, until he achieves whatever it is he wants. I smile at him and nod, not being able to say anything. But Sirius doesn’t mind, he closes the distance between us, and gently kisses my forehead, the kiss lingering longer than usual and butterflies inside me are awakened. He leans back with me still in his arms and lays comfortably on the sofa. I set my head on his chest, and close my eyes listening to his heartbeat.

“You’re gonna get through this, I promise. I love so fucking much, more that you know, my love.” These are the last words I hear before drifting into sleep for the fist time in what feels like millennia.

And who knows, maybe one day I’ll share my secret about how I feel about him. And something about the way he holds me right now and his words tell me, that he will be glad I share another secret with him.

[justanamesstuff]

hiii

I'm afraid that I lost you request time but it's no rush so...

I was thinking about dad!matty telling stories like the way he invented the man who married a robot but more childish (obviously lol) and maybe he makes the children part of the story 🥺

A/N: this warms my heart so much! Thanks for sending it, I'm sorry for the delay. Hope you like it!!

"Okay, sleep time!" Y/n announced to the three children lying on the couch downstairs.

"No!" Amelia and Arthur protested first, Ruth tried to join them as best as she could.

"Come on." she urged them, standing right to the living's room door.

"I'm not tired yet." Amelia folded her arms, still on the sofa. Her frown almost made her gave up.

"Mommy." Arthur crushed between her legs, looking up with his best puppy eyes.

She was losing, and they were noticing. "Bed, now." Y/n tried again.

"No!" A new choir of protests came from the kids' mouths.

"What's happenin' here?" Matty walked in.

"Bedtime."

"Oh..." his mouth formed an 'O' shape, Y/n rolled her eyes.

"No!"

"Bummer. I was thinking about telling you guys a story." that picked their attention. "A shame, really..." Matty winked his eyes to Y/n before turning around, exciting the room.

"Daddy!" Amelia was the first one to ran after him.

Arthur followed her big sister, meanwhile Ruth whinnied for Y/n to pick her.

*****

"Ready?" Matty asked.

Y/n laid down on Amelia's bed. Amelia took the space between her feet, because her siblings cuddled both of their mother's side. The little crowd was waiting for daddy to star with his story.

"Ready!" Y/n shouted back.

Suddenly, a cute rabbit Amelia had since she was months olds showed up, as well as half of Matty's arm. The kids laughed when their dad started telling the story.

"This one is Mat- Marty." he cleared his throat, changing his voice to make it lower. Y/n laughed at his antics. "Marty is a handsome and incredibly talented...rabbit. Our hero is in love with this beautiful lady...sorry, not a lady. A princess!"

Ruth clapped when her favourite fluffy friend showed up beside 'Marty'.

"Hello, princess." Matty continued. "Hi, Marty." the kids giggled, looking at the characters move around. "What a beautiful night, don't you think?" the rapid change of voice had Y/n trying not to hysterically laugh, ruining the entire play.

"Yes, this is a beautiful night."

"Not as gorgeous as you, my princess."

"Oh, Marty!"

"Would you like to take a walk with me?"

Matty moved the princess as if she was thinking about the proposal. He pushed the rabbit at the princess on one hand, when a new toy --it had a missing an eye and an arm-- showed up beside them.

"She's too good for you, mate." Matty came up with a third voice for the new guy. "Come with me, beautiful."

"No!" the kids shouted.

"Quiet!!" Matty faced the toy towards his children, gaining another round of protests. "What do you say, princess?"

The singer's voice dropping a few octaves again, "I don't know...what should I do guys?" the stuffed animal 'looking' at the kids.

"What do you say? Mel?"

"Go with Marty!" she exclaimed, the narrator behind the door kept quiet trying to contain his laugh.

"Yeah, Marty!"

Y/n went to ask Ruth, but she was asleep already. She kissed her forehead.

"What do you say, mother of these amazing children?" Matty asked Y/n.

Her husband was sometimes an idiot, even though she loved him.

"Mmm, I'm not sure."

Matty poked his head inside the room, staring at Y/n.

"Mommy, chose Marty!" Arthur urged her.

"Fine. I chose Marty, princess!"

"Don't be so sure." Matty mumbled loud enough for her to hear and chuckled.

Matty returned to his rabbit character, "Go away, Paul-o."

"No! The princess is mine!" the frontman pushed the toys all together as a fight. "Guys, help!!" Matty screamed.

Arthur and Amelia ran towards their dad, trying to tear them apart. Matty let them take the princess and the rabbit. They went to secure them closer to Y/n. Before they noticed, Matty threw the evil character to the hallway. He witnessed with pleasure how the kids celebrate and Y/n laughed with his silly action.

"We win, mom!" Amelia exclaimed.

"I know! Well done, babies!"

"Daddy." Arthur called him.

"Did you like it?" he asked them, taking Ruth from the bed so the excited siblings didn't crush her.

"Yes!"

"Okay, now bed!"

"Can we do this again tomorrow?" Amelia asked.

He couldn't say no to his babies, "Of course."

*****

"So, Paul-o?" Y/n inquired Matty when he came finally to bed.

Matty bursted into laughter, guiding Y/n's face closer to his face, kissing her sweetly.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Fire and blood (The fanfic) Chapter 19: Queen of the hive. Dark! Aemond and Dark! Aegon x oc

Concept: Once you were tasked with teaching Aegon high valyrian, now you are their bedmate and they do anything in their power to keep it that way. You are also lord beesbury's daughter.

Warnings: Dark! Aemond and Dark! Aegon, mentions of sex toys, candle play, wax play, pain play, mc getting burned by wax, pleasure play, pain play, dob-con, non-con, dom-sub themes especially with the one-eyed criminal, them being assholes, fingering, pussy torture, spankings of senstive areas, p in v stuff, p in a stuff, ball licking-Just a lot of smutty stuff and shit. I hope everyone likes the candle scene, its the reason why my browser history is now fucked up.

Aemond opens a small drawer in the dresser that is in your room. He takes out several items, for example, a candle, chains, a collar, and a wooden big stick.

A wooden toy. Aegon takes it, smirking at your frowns and worry that is plastered on your face. "This is a fun toy. It goes up inside you and I'll fuck you with it." You assumed it would. It looks like just a cock but only more sturdy and painful.

But it is Aemond that makes you terrified. The toy seems familair and yet exciting. You can't wait to try it. But Aemond is not holding a toy. He holds a candle and is lighting it, being careful to not burn his fingers. "What are you doing with the candle? Are you afraid of the dark?" You jest lighthearted but it falls flat.

Aegon and Aemond share a glance before Aegon grabs your shoulders, holding you down for his brother. Aemond approaches with the candle, the flame licks the edges dangerously. "Why am I am being held?" You demand an anwser but only silence follows.

"There is one thing you must understand about us Targaryens. We enjoy fire." Aegon kisses your throat again when Aemond shows you the harmless small flame that radiats with warmth and heath. You nod, but you feel yourself snuggle up to Aegon's arms for protection. You are confused.

Aemond leans in and brings his own fingers to the candle, watching as the wax swirls around in the glass candle holder. "And you will enjoy it as well." He announces, before slightly tilting the candle so he can pour the wax on your skin.

You scream, before he has even poured a drop on you. "No, no I'm scared!" You let out a little whimper and tear up.

Aegon kisses your tears away, rubbing your back when holding you still for his brother. "It'll sting a bit. You'll like this. I promise, little bee. Be brave for us." He mutters in your ear.

You scream. "I don't want to be burned!"

Aemond pours the hot wax on your naked legs, making a pattern of symbols on your tighs. The wax drips down between your legs, but it does not reach your entrance. "Ow..." the pouring hurts. The wax is too hot for you and you are aware that this will leave a mark. It bites your skin. Your core is slowly teased. You enjoy it.

The prince leans in with his silver haired head and blows a gush of air over your recently poured area. You hiss as the wax starts to clot on your skin. There is a brief silence between the three of you. Aemond simply lights the candle once the flame dies and pours over your legs. This time, he brings the candle to the space between your legs.

They need to hold you down. Two men are needed to make sure you do not run. With a spoon, Aemond scoops up a bit of hot wax before placing it on your already sensitive and aching pussy. He uses the back of the spoon to rub it out over your skin when you scream and twist in Aegon's arms. "It hurts!"

"Is that why you are so wet? You are such a shameful lady. What would your father say if he saw you like this? You enjoy our company, but you love our torture." You tear up. Your father would be ashamed. They named him traitor and killed him after all. That dog of a King's guard did.

The wax bites your skin, yet you enjoy the pain. It makes your cunt ache for more. Aemond forces you to lay down, before climbing on top of you. You spread your legs for him out of habit. Instead of fucking you like a owner takes his slave, the candle is brought to your breasts. With great precision, he pours the hot wax over your breasts, setting your skin alight in a pleasant way. You hiss and whimper and twist. You moan even.

"Our little bee loves her wax. Who could have guessed?" He mocks you. Aegon snickers in the irony of that sentence. His face softens when he sees your stained tears.

Your clench your muscles. Both men take notice of this and you bring your fingers to your entrance. Aegon slams you down on the matres, peeling off the wax by your cunt. You whimper as he sometimes hurts your skin.

You glance down at his red swollen cock. You eagerly lick off your lips.

Aegon speaks sudden and full of determination in a way you never heard before. "I wish to have my fun with her, for now."

Despite his words, Aemond glares. "I can not withhold you from her. Go ahead. She is yours if she knows what is good for her." You know that Aemond hates it whenever he is reminded that anyone holds more power than him. It is why he stripped you of any. That his brother uses his crown to bed you hurts him.

You feel sympathy for both of them. If only they would stop fighting over you. They should be a strong united front. Not divided.

Aegon puts you on your knees. Aemond hands him a familiar toy. Your collar. He puts it around your neck and hands Aegon the chains so he can push and pull you wherever he likes you to be.

You turn away from him, shoving your cunt to his front so he can fuck you as Aemond fucks you many times. In a shameful painful matter befitting a girl no longer free. "You are my subject, little Bee. You are my one and my only. You hear me?" You don't dare to agree with Aemond so close to you.

There is a light chuckle coming from Aegon. He forces his cock into your ass. You moan quietly but accept him. He makes himself at home in your behind before starting to cruelly buck his hips, taking you. Your gasps and moans betray how used you have gotten to this savagery. You need your dripping cunt to receive the same treatment.

Aegon's cock takes you cruelly when he moans in pleasure, clearly enjoying himself. You missed the feel of his size and shape inside of you. As a obedient little whore, you beg him. "M-my cunny next. Please." Aemond would make you beg more for it but Aegon is a simple minded man.

He grabs your throat and lightly chokes you before working his way down to your throat, licking it. You shudder weak in his arms. Aemond watches as you get taken from behind this time in your dropping wet eager cunt. You nearly whimper when the king shoves himself back inside with generous, big trusts. You moan.

"What is on your mind, little bee?' Aegon asks, when he is atop of you, fucking you as a man takes his lady wife. You aren't just fucked. You are kissed, touched, admired and loved.

But your body needs Aegon. It missed him dearly and your heart wants to wrap your arms around him and to never let him go again. You roll your hips to his own, begging for his cock to go deeper inside of you. "I missed you. I missed you so much. Finish me. Gods..." you beg.

Aemond smirks and Aegon smiles at your begging. He rolls his hips to reward you for your begging with a good throughly done fucking that leaves you gasping for air. The bed makes dangerous sounds and you wonder if Aegon plans to fuck you to the ground. "Now now, little bee. Do not bring the Gods into this. They can't help it that you are a little slut." He grins teasing you before forcing his length up your leg, leaving a trial of cum. You softly gulp, watching the erected cock.

You need that inside of you. It needs to fuck you. You need Aegon like you never had before. "Nhn?" You moan.

"Yes. Our little slut." Aemond agrees and you glare at him. You are insulted."Do not glare at me, I only trained you a bit. You are a perfect fit for my brother now. You can finally take him at his full length, you last longer and you are still as tight as ever, little bee.''

"You might hated the cage, but your cunny loved it. Do I need to remind you how wet you were the times I fucked you against the bars, spreading your legs with a chain to keep them spread, bending you, choking you when I taunted you with my cock?" You think back of the first few times Aemond fucked you in your cage.

He chuckles when you blush. "You came so fast, little bee. So fast. I was so angry with you about it. I wanted you to suffer. You only deserve pleasure when we allow you to." You see Aegon nod.

Aegon groans a command in your ear, breaking up your conversation with Aemond. He groans one setance but thanks to his hands rubbing your cunt you are set afire and burning with desire once more when you shudder. "Come for us."

You try your best to force yourself to come for them, but you need something else. You need help.

You know plenty about your own body by now. You will likely learn much more. You ignore them. They will hate that more than anything. And indeed.

It takes about a whole two blinks of your eye before both men are confused with you. "Brienne. Do you not wish for us to touch you?' You do. More than they will ever know.

You just need something else from them first to help you get there fast. You need what you fear. You need what you desire. "I do. I just need a little...help." You whisper it softly a bit ashamed.

You need punishment. "In what way, my sweet?" Aegon asks, caressing your face in a lovely matter. He leans in close.

You need it. "I... you know." You are ashamed to even say it out loud.

Aemond smirk betrays that he knows what you want very well. "She wants punishment, brother." He speaks in High valyrian. You always found his way of speaking very attractive. Aegon's as well. Valyrian is an elegant language. One befitting the two royals.

Aegon hesitates, looking at you for your consent. You give a soft nod before grabbing his hands, kissing his knuckles. "I need my dragons." You say.

He mutters an apology in your ear after hearing your consent. He whispers that he is very sorry for what he will do with you. Your anticipation is killing you. You nod; eager. "Aemond, how do you usually punish her?" Aegon wonders.

Aemond brings a familiar wooden little ruler out of your drawer. "I have a ruler. I would spank her ass with it." He would make sure that every area of your ass would be red and burning by the times he was finished with you. He fucked you afterwards, always. Sometimes in your extra painful ass to taunt you.

You watch fascinated as Aegon takes the ruler. You obediently roll on your back for him, exposing yourself. You brace yourself and await the first smack.

The smack comes soft and almost gentle, not hurting you enough to give you pleasure. You keep your eyes on the ground. Aegon spanks you once more, unsure of this. "That is what gets you wet?"

You nod.

He sighs. "It is a little boring, isn't it?" "You know what you need, you ungrateful slut?"

He rolls you on your back, spreading your legs and brings the ruler to your wet cunt. The ruler is first rubbing you gently before he lifts it, cruelly smacking down on your sensitive wet cunt.

"A-ah!"

Aegon chuckles by the sound of your moans of pain and pleasure. He brings the ruler near your cunt again. His fingers first poke and touch your cunt, scooping up your wet spoils. He brings his fingers to his own mouth and with one movements sucks it off, tasting you. He groans.

The ruler is smacked down once more, this time harder know that Aegon knows you enjoy it. You are close. You need them. Now. "No, no please..." You beg, out of habit.

The king taunts you with a finger pushing it inside of you. You are so smoothly and wet for them, that he hisses when the finger nearly slides down, inside of you cloaked by the wetness. A cock won't be a issue for you. He knows so. They both do.

Aegon keeps up the act of being displeased and forces your mouth open to force you to taste yourself. You obediently suck off his fingers for him. Aemond watches the exchange but does nothing aside from sitting in the chair waiting his turn. "You ungrateful slut. Your king gave you a order. You will come. One way, or another." Aegon smacks you once more. You release a cry unlike your own. You buck your hips needy, tears threatening to fall.

Aegon forces your hands around his cock and you rub him obediently. Your breath is fast and you know you are near. You are preparing Aegon for the fucking that will likely shatter you. "Her mouth is protesting but her body wants this." He boasts, to his brother.

Aemond smirks deviously. "Bring the ruler closer to her skin, smack it down harder. She'll like it. Don't be afraid to give her what she craves."

Aegon takes his advise and the spankings become harsh and almost torture. You enjoy it and cry when tears run down your face of pure pain. Your body likes it too much. Aegon takes notice of your tears and gently kisses your wet cheeks, muttering that he will stop the moment you ask him to. You shake your head, pretending to be brave.

You clench your muscles. You give Aegon a needy begging look and he understands. Your hands are now both wrapped around his cock erecting him fast and steadily. You lick his balls for him, causing him to cuss.

Your hair is yanked, so are you. You are yanked and shoved onto your knees. Your knees are parted and your head is pushed down. Aegon sits behind you and forces his hands on your hips, pushing you closer. You are then fucked and owned, your wet needy cunny receiving the fucking you wanted. You moan soft and breakable when Aegon forces himself all the way in. He is thick and tall you must admit that it can be intimidating to have him and Aemond inside of you. Valyrian men are not from this world, is what Aemond told you.

Your moans become intense as Aegon stretching you out, slowly rolling his hips, teasing you with soft and slow fucks. "Harder, Aegon. Let me have it." You whisper, in high valyrian.

He just chuckles and repeats what he did. Just teasing. You whimper softly. "My-My king. Please. This is torture. I need you."

Aegon only chuckles. You are shoved with your face in a pillow to silence your screams and you are dragged to his front, leaving a trial of wetness on the sheets. You eagerly cry confused and full of curtisory. The cock slams deep now, fully filling you. You let out a roar of approval as he starts to take you deep and fast. His grip on your hips is steady and experienced. He won't let you go. You don't want him to.

Your obediently roll your hips to his front, causing him pleasure as well as adding to your own. The two of you moan and gasp when the cock dives into your freshly coated pussy again, making it all the way to your pleasure spot. He moves and you close your eyes.

You grunt weakly when Aegon fucks faster and faster, holding you tighter digging his nails into your skin. His cock is stiff and erected by now and you hear him pant, ready to release himself inside of you. You lower your head in servitude and humbleness before whispering. "Have me, my King. Make me yours."

Aegon releases a grunt before his cock fucks you a few dozen of fast rounds, forcing you to cry out every time by the brute force of it. Your cunt takes him so well and you wish he could live inside of you forever. You wish he would take you with him, your legs wrapped around him and just fuck him until the end of the world came.

With a powerful grunt, a hiss and a cuss the king of the seven kingdoms comes inside of you, delivering you your reward for your services in a big amount of deliciously sticky fresh cum straight from his cock. You cry out, screaming his name when coming as well, your cunny releasing more and more wetness to help Aegon during this conquest. He roars in approval and smirks when you are done screaming and only soft whimpers and moans remain. He buries himself as deep as he can and braces himself, giving it his all.

You wish to taste a bit so you suck off his cock for him once he has finished. Your lips also kiss both his balls, licking the two things to tease him.

He pats your head, adoring your loyalty. "Good girl. Gods, you learned a lot." You love his praise. You are still needy. You still need to come. You had Aegon....

That leaves Aemond. Your cunt arches for the mean son of a bitch. He smirks from across the room taking you in. You know you must compliment him first before getting what you need. "All thanks to Aemond. He taught me all I know."

Aemond is humble for a change. "A teacher is only as good as his student is. You sell yourself short, little bee. You were meant to take cocks." That last bit is insulting you. Aemond comes over to take in the damage. "Such a wet little cunny. And I see that there is the good sticky cum as well. You deserve a good reward for letting yourself get fucked like that."

"I do? I thought you didn't like rewarding me. No punishment is its own reward." You gasp when his tallest finger goes inside of you, testing how wet you still are.

He makes disapproving little grunts. "O, o, little bee..." You must be so dirty for him.

You lower your head in shame. "I am sorry, my prince."

He pushes his fingers out of you and into your face. "Clean my fingers for me."

"Yes, my Prince." You say, sucking his fingers off for him. Aegon watches fascinated.

Aemond ignores him. "Do you wish for my cock?" You do. You wish it so bad.

"Y-yes, my prince. I wish for your cock."

He is not done torturing you. "How do you wish for my cock?"

You aren't either and describe the dirtiest thing you can, hoping to arouse him so bad that he takes you here and now, fucking that wet cunt of yours bloody. "I wish it inside of me, sturdy as a ancient tree that can't be moved. I wish to be owned and taken as your slave, as your pathetic brainless bitch. I want you to take me as if we are enemies and you finally conquered me. I want you to fuck and owne me as if i was the one who took your eye."

He hisses, clearly aroused. "Yes, to all of that but the the last. You deserve no ire for that. You would never hurt me. I know you wouldn't." You are touched and surprised but he finally enters.

You moan before he has even moved a inch. "Aemond..." "My prince."

He bucks soft, teasing. "Nhn..O..." You moan pathetically.

Aemond chuckles. "I love how wet you are. You are always so soaked when you have two men. You crave for two, little bee."

You do. You agree with everything he says now. You need him. "O, o yes..."

Aemond's cock trusts a little deeper causing you to see little spots of dark on your vision as you softly pant as a dog being fucked by another dog. "Did you know that there is one female in a hive of bees? She is called the queen. She lies with the rest of all other men, granting them children. They do her biding. They let themselves get owned as little slaves." You like that idea. You being passed around as a queen, serving both Aemond and Aegon, granting them children left and right...

"Y-Yes." You say, eager for that fantasy. You'd love nothing less but the old days how this once all started.

Aemond chuckles souless. "We will never do that with you. You are our little slave. Not the other way around." The cock bucks and you are quick to agree by nodding.

He is so dark and groans. You know he will have one final request and you best behave if you want his cock. "Tell us. Say it."

You nod saying these words that damage your self respect. "I am your little slave." Aemond's cock sinks deeper, but is pushed up last second as if he accidently slipped.

"Tell my brother too."

You look at Aegon who watches the two of you fascinated. You tell him the same word as you told Aemond. 'I am your little slave."

"Good. Now, slaves? Slaves get fucked so brutally. They don't enjoy themselves when they are fucked. They hate every moment of their servitude to their masters." He describes rape. You know it in your heart. This isn't rape. You enjoy yourself. You love them. A slave never would love her master. A slave would never enjoy rape. You know it is too complicated for this to be simple slave and master things. You love them both.

"B-but I love serving. I love being fucked." You blush the moment you confessed it.

Aemond chuckles delighted by your stupidity. "I know, my little bee. You are a special kind of slave. You are a whore. A wonderful whore who me and Aegon saved from ruin." You realize he is right but you don't mind.

"You owne us everything. Your cunt, your breasts, your ass, your pathetic useless life..." The cock slides deeper and you moan.

"O, o yes I do. I do." You quickly mutter eager to get fucked. "My prince, I am...I am nearing. Please consider..."

Aemond is nearing as well. His voice is deeper and darker. "You will refer to me as your master from now on."

You cry out. "My master. I need you, I need to be owned as the pathetic whore I am. I wish to feel your cock inside of me and I want you to fill me with cum until there is nothing left."

Aemond grabs your throat, spreading your legs wrapping them around his waist. You are entered and pentered once more by a good big valyrian cock. The head pushes in, taking you, exploring your depths. You buck helplessly against Aemonds front, slowly feeling your will and power disappear.

Aemond waits until you are drained of will and only lay there helpless as a whore. Your hands are kissed before he brings his cock deeper inside of you causing you to cry. It only becomes harder and deeper and your cries become louder and harder as well.

"You belong to us. This belongs to us." He fucks you brutally and you can only cry and tear up. You enjoy yourself. You need him. You submit fully to him.

"I am yours, Aemond of house Targaryen. Do with me as you please."

He does not let you tell him twice. He dives on top of you, nailing you down from behind. Your legs are spread and cruelly bended and you are owned as a whore. You have little say in the matter and can only gasp and moan in pain and pleasure as Aemond does most of the work.

He grunts groans and finally he comes, filling you with a good fresh load of warm delicious seed. You are stuffed up as a pea and you love every moment of it. You pant happily and catch your breath.

Aemond drops himself next to you and brings his fingers to your cunt, shoving one inside of you. He is tired but he never would consider sleeping with you....

Would he?

Aegon watches with jealousy as you snuggle up to Aemonds chest, placing your head on his chest. He joins the other side of the bed and also pushes a finger inside of you.

Aemond starts to push and pull, causing you to softly gasp. Aegon does the exact same and you are caught in the crossfire of their jealously. You are fucked by their fingers, just two of them but the thought that this mere ownership and pathetic jealously that is what causes you to finish a tirth time that night. You are finally stafsfied. "Thank you both, masters. Good night."

"Goodnight, little bee." Aemond says a bit grumpy. He forces his finger back inside of you. You gasp as Aegon does the same thing once more.

"Masters, I can't sleep..." with something inside of you.

Aemond growls. "You will. You will sleep with this inside of you. You will sleep. Do you hear me?" You nod weakly.

Aemond turns on his side and is off to sleep not much later. You notice his finger has slipped out, so you obediently push one back inside of you. You pick his tallest finger.

"Goodnight, my little slut." Aegon chuckles after much consideration. You wonder if he was going to call you something else.

"Goodnight my King." You mutter before leaving a kiss on his chest. You watch him blush before he turns away very quickly, turning on his right side. You sigh with both their backs turned to you. You push the fingers a little deeper and fall asleep with their fingers gently fucking your spend little cunny.

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a/n

i never saw three people that need therapy more than they do-

I hope you enjoyed i wasnt going to eat anything before i made this so now i can eat:) (its not as bad as it sounds im not very hungry)

[the-fiction-witch]

Kitty

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Character Malcolm Mclaren

Couple Malcolm X Reader

Rating Smut Af

Concept Secret Play Time

Smut Sex toys/semi-nonconcentual/ vibrators/ remote controlled vibrators/ uncontrolled pleasure/ fingering/ nudity/ panties

I hummed my little tune to myself as I counted the stock that lined the shelves making notes on my pad of how many of each item we had and subsequently how many we would need for the weeks to come, all while doing our best to avoid him completely. He sat behind the counter magazine in hand looking at the items for the shop displays every so often his dark eyes would reach me, in his leather pants, dark green variation of the cowboy dance shirt, his jacket on the other stool, I ignored him and continued with my work fixing some items when I felt a sudden jolt of vibration begin inside my panties inches from my clit enough to make me squeal putting a hand over my mouth as I shot around to see him smirking widely with the remote in hand "aw so cute" he Cooes leaning his chin in his hand and his elbow on the counter as he turned it off again

"You promised you wouldn't be at work."

"Come on, it's too tempting" 

"Give it!"

"Ah ah ah. I get it for twenty-four hours that was our deal kitty. If you can't keep to our agreement I'll have to take back my side of the deal" he warns 

"Fine just not here."

"We'll see about that" He smirked continuing with his magazine 

I continued with my work doing my best not to think about the possibility and I jumped in shock trying not to scream as the vibration started up again now even higher than before “Malcolm!”

"What? Nothing to do with me" he says 

"Turn it off!"

"Make me kitty"

"Malcolm!"

"Fine." He sighed turning it off "Boring" 

I got on with my work for a while until it started up again, I shot him a glare across the shop and his response to my murderous glare was to blow me a kiss “You dirty, manipulative little-” I began marching over to the counter but the moment I got close to him he turned it to full making me stop short trying desperately not to give away the wave of pleasure through my face 

“What was that?” he smirked evilly clearly very much enjoying this but all I could force out in response was a whine “Speak up now,” he says 

“Turn. it. Off.” I demanded 

“Say the magic word”

“...Please” I sighed and he turned it off 

“Good kitty” He smirked fixing my hair for me “There’s always one way to make sure it won’t happen” he smirked glancing down at my skirt

“No.” I pouted going back to stocking I know what he wants’s but I’m not doing it, he always wants me to do it when I stock as its a lot of going up ladders, behind over to reach boxes and such like and my skirt had already been adjusted by him four times since I started my shift and not once had it been adjusted downward 

“Then I get to play with my remote control” 

“You are a sick little-” I began but he turned it up again “ahhhhh!”

“Awwww you’re so cute when you make noise”

“Malcolm!”

“What?”

“Turn it off I’m trying to get work done!”

“As am I”

“Uhhhh fine!” I knew I couldn’t let it continue much longer I’d cum if it didn’t stop soon and for one that would be a mess, and two I didn’t want to give him that sort of satisfaction as it would only boost his ego for the next week so, he perked up at my words and watched eagerly as I slipped off my lace panties from under my skirt the little vibe still going crazy, he turned it off and opened his hand expectantly I simply rolled my eyes and handed them over he took the vibe out shoving it in the pocket of his jacket making a point to stretch and play with the lace openly at the counter as if my panties where merchandise he inspected intently the bell on the door went as some customers came in so I just continued my work making sure to keep my skirt as low as I could he quickly balled up my panties keeping them in his hand as they walked around looking at some things but ultimately leaving a few moments later 

“Ummmmm hello kitty” He smirked 

I rolled my eyes grabbing the back of my skirt to tug it down where clearly me grabbing those shirts and taking them across the room had made it raise up and thus he could see me “Shut up Malcolm. You're a little perv you know that?”

“I know.  You’re just too cute” He says coming across the shop and pinching my bare ass 

“Oww!” I complained turning to face him so he couldn’t get at my ass again 

“Ohh come on, we both know your ass takes way more … ill-treatment than that” he growled nibbling and kissing my neck like a hungry vampire pushing me against the wall and immediately shoving his hand up my skirt to stroke me “Humm such a cute little kitty, all pouty at me for tormenting her, Maybe if this didn’t look so fuckable all the time I wouldn’t have to torment you.” he smirked slipping a finger or two inside me 

“Malcolm- enough” 

“Fine, I don’t want you making a mess all over the floor like last time” he smirked removing his hand “But remember you need to see me at the end of your shift”

“For what?” 

“You’ll need these back won’t you” He smirked showing he still had my lace panties in his other hand giving them a little kiss before he pulled the top hem of his tight leather pants stuffing my panties down the front of his pants clearly adjusting them so his erection could rub against them “You’ll have to come get them, at the end of your shift” he winked before heading into the back to make himself a coffee 

“And if I don’t?” I asked before he headed behind the curtain which made him stop and smirk more turning back to me and crossing his arms across his chest 

“Then we both know I’m corning you in the alley and taking advantage of your lack of panties, so either way I’ll see you later kitty” he smirked blowing me a kiss before heading into the back room. 

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MacGyver - Jake Jensen x Reader

A/N: This is part of @the-slumberparty​ Writer warm up: Genres, Old and New. I got the genre Action and the character archetype Innovator! 

Summary: You and Jake find yourself in a predicament that needs outside of the box thinking to get out of

Word Count: 858

Warnings: Lanuage! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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“You know there’s something quite romantic about all this” Max says as he paces back and forth in front of you and Jake “tied up with your lover… about to meet your end together”

“The team are on their way now, you won’t get away with this” you warn him, straining against the rope that bound you to your chair.

“Oh I know, I’ve sent my goons to slow them down” Max hums as he stops turning to face you, picking at his nails “but they still won’t get here in time,” he says clapping his hands.

A few guards walk into the room carrying a large heavy box “where’d you want it boss?” They ask.

“Right in front of them, I don’t want any mistakes as to what it is” Max orders nodding to you and Jake, the guards nod walking over to you and Jake placing the box down with a heavy thud “careful idiots” Max chastises before waving for them to leave.

You and Jake exchanged a glance before looking back over at Max, watching as he walked over to the box and opened it to reveal a bomb “shit” you mutter under your breath.

Max smirks looking over at you “shit indeed, this is one of my newest toys and you guys are going to be my lab rats” he explains before chuckling as he shakes his head “there won’t even be anything left of you to scrape up”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming profanities at him, doing so would only make this worse.

“I’ll leave you to say your goodbyes” Max grins before walking out of the room.

“Shit, shit, shit” you mutter screwing your eyes shut.

“It's okay we’ll get out of here, we’ll be fine, just try and shuffle closer to me,” Jake says as he begins to try and scoot his chair closer to yours.

You take a shaky breath as you try and shuffle closer to Jake, the backs of your chairs finally meeting. Jake grabs your shaking hands to calm you down.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s gonna be okay, we’ll get out of here, I promise” he reassures you “I’m gonna untie you and then I need you to untie me”

You take another shaky breath nodding your head, breathing out a sigh of relief when you felt the rope around your wrist fall to the floor. You quickly untie the rope around your ankles before standing up and untying Jake.

“See? Now let's get out of here” Jake reassures you as he stands up.

Just as he says that you hear a loud beep, turning in its direction you see the bomb had been activated and you only had five minutes before it detonated.

“Fuck” Jake cursed under his breath.

“Can you disarm it?” You ask him.

“Not without my gear, we’re just gonna have to run for it,” Jake says shaking his head.

“Jake we’re in a tower a hundred meters tall, with thousands of steps, we aren’t gonna get far enough away in time,” you tell him.

Jake curses looking around the room before a smirk grows on his face “you’re right we’re gonna have to jump”

“What!” You screech staring at him bewildered as he picked up all the rope and a large piece of tarpaulin that was in the corner of the room “are you insane?”

“Maybe, but it’s all we got, I saw this in a spy movie so it should work,” he says as he starts tying the rope to the four corners of the tarpaulin.

“There isn’t a MythBusters episode on this is there?” You ask sceptically.

“Not that I’m aware of now c’mon we need to hurry,” Jake says gesturing for you to follow him “right I’m gonna tie this through our belt loops but hold on tight to me as well” he says threading a spare piece of rope around your waist.

“There’s no way I’m gonna let you go” you mutter as you wrap your arms around his shoulders “god I hope this works” you plead as Jake moves to two of you towards the window ready to jump.

“Trust me” Jake grins.

“Alright MacGyver, let's go” you sigh kissing him quickly just in case.

Jake smiles back at you before counting down from 3, the two of you jumping from the window. You free fall for a couple of seconds, long enough that you accept that you were about to die before finally the makeshift parachute begins to work and the two of you safely glide to freedom.

You landed with a heavy thud a hundred or so meters away from the towers just as the bomb goes off. Jake covering you just in case.

“Well shit… I didn’t expect that to work” you admit once it was all over.

“Me neither” he admits, chuckling when he saw the glare you gave him “but if there was a chance to save the woman I love, I was damn well gonna take it”

Your face softens as you smile warmly up at him “I love you too Jake, thank you for saving us”

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