#the possesive mask

[ur-lll]

For @kandifloss-finn

Two idiots in love

[ryatsdollface]

touching myself 🤝🏼 reading smutty books

[thehomicidalbaby]

[eternallog]

Have I been this way before?

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Kiki, my beloved dark urge!! Sorcerer/Paladin

King of charisma, really chill and honest guy with the creepiest grey eyes you've seen D:

[icasseven]

Men who look like this....

[theultimatesexypeopleshowdown]

[lxpshxllw]

𝔍𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔲, 𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝔡é𝔪𝔬𝔫, 𝔩’𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢 𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔞 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫 é𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢. ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔲 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔰 à 𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔯𝔢 𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔧𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔤.

𝔖𝔦 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔩𝔮𝔲’𝔲𝔫 𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔰’𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔦, 𝔧𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔦 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔟ê𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔪é𝔢, 𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯.

𝔍𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔯é𝔡𝔲𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔦 à 𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢, 𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔱, 𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔤 é𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔞 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔲 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢 𝔲𝔫 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫.

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔭 𝔡𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔲, 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔡é𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯, 𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢 𝔠𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔵𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔰 𝔬ù 𝔧𝔢 𝔤𝔬û𝔱𝔢 à 𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢—𝔠𝔢 𝔤𝔬û𝔱 𝔪é𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔮𝔲𝔢, 𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔮𝔲𝔦 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔧𝔢 𝔩è𝔠𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔤𝔱𝔰, 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢.

𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢, 𝔞𝔟𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢, 𝔫’𝔞 𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔱 𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔦 𝔪’𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱. 𝔖𝔦 𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔶𝔢𝔲𝔵 𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔞î𝔱𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔫 𝔯𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔩è𝔳𝔯𝔢𝔰, 𝔧𝔢 𝔩𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔦 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔮𝔲’à 𝔠𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔢 œ𝔲𝔳𝔯𝔢 𝔡’𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔟𝔦𝔡𝔢 à 𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔡𝔰.

𝔍𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔦 𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔢, 𝔠𝔢 𝔤𝔬û𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔱 é𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔰, 𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔧𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔩 à 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔯 𝔱𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔳𝔦𝔢… 𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔯.

𝔗𝔲 𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔢, 𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔯é𝔰𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱é, 𝔢𝔱 𝔧𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔦 𝔱𝔬𝔫 â𝔪𝔢 𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱 à 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔰. 𝔗𝔲 𝔢𝔰 à 𝔪𝔬𝔦, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔮𝔲’à 𝔠𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢 𝔰’é𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔤.

[romolossesit]

Wow i can post! Surpizingly little! Of this magma!

[rivaiin]

have you seen my son? well now you have :^)

[ryatsdollface]

started reading Little Stranger 10/10 would recommend 🕷️♥️🕸️⛓️🔪💀

[adogmetaphor]

our dark minds meet and yield a place where his sadism meets my softness

[frost-queen]

Dogfights (Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

Requested by: anon , Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex–awesome–22 , @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers  , @merlieve   , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly  ,@denkisclown , @wildieflower  ,@meyocoko    , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl  , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampthing07   , @melsunshine  @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat ,@rosecentury ,@imagines-by-her,@evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303   ,@avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @markive-m

Summary: Reader hates Hangman cause he's an asshole. Hangman can't stop teasing you about it. When he sees you flirt with another he jumps in, acting all jealous and possesive. Dragging you to a secluded area, he asks just how much you hate him before kissing you. Shocking your crew when you start dating.

Your F16 shot past Phoenix and Bob one’s. Breathing loud in the mask as you turned the handle. Your F16 doing a turn, hanging vertical up in the air. – “Wow slow down there Y/n.” – Phoenix called out over the intercom. – “Back.” – Bob shouted loud seeing another F16 behind him. Phoenix pulled up as the F16 went nose up. She let it tip till it faced forwards once more. Confused she looked at the F16 that had simply flew forwards.

Ignoring them in the dogfight. – “What are you doing?” – Phoenix whispered. You groaned loud making your F16 twirl in the air. The F16 on your tail, not easy to loose. – “Cut it out Bagman!” – you shouted over the intercom. You heard him chuckle. – “I’m coming for you.” – he laughed out. He sped up ignoring Coyote’s F16 that he could’ve easily played out of the game. 

Turning and tumbling, you tried to get your F16 behind Hangman’s. – “Not interested in more snacks?” – Phoenix teased over the intercom. Hangman only seemed to have eyes for you. Making it his goal to cut you out of the game. Everything else not caring for. – “Nope, just the big meal.” – he replied over the intercom with a smile.

He was tailing you. Following your F16’s movement smoothly. Narrowing his eyes a bit, he flipped the protecter up. Giving him a clear to press the button. The scanner on his screen tracking you mindlessly till it found a lock on you. –“Gotcha.” – he said pressing the button. There were some beeps as he cheered loud. – “You’re out of the game Scout.” – he shouted loud in victory.

You turned round to fly beside him. Hangman saluted you as you held your hand up, flipping it over to stuck your middle finger up to him. Hangman laughed more. – “God I love winning from you Scout.” – he said with ease, getting all comfortable in his seat. You brought your F16 down to the landing track.

Rooster came running up to you as you got out of the F16. – “God I hate him.” – you muttered out. Rooster joined your side, swinging his arm around your shoulder. – “3 minutes Scout. You managed to get him off your back for 3 minutes. That’s 20 seconds longer than last time.” – Rooster spoke as you laughed mockingly at him.

“Every damn dogfight!” – you groaned out. – “He always singles me out.” – you finished with frustration. Every dogfight Hangman always came chasing after you to get you out of the game. In the beginning it took him about 30 seconds to do so. Over the courses, you had figured he’d only come after you so you adapted. Learning how to stay out of his sight that little longer.

Today it seemed to be 3 minutes. 3 minutes he had been chasing you around before kicking you out of the game. Why? No one had a clue. Perhaps cause he was just an asshole. Rooster pushed you closer to him. – “I’ll buy you drinks when this is over.” – he said. – “You better.” – you answered nudging him in the side.

Rooster chuckled leading you back to the others. Maverick patted you on the back once you joined the others. With a deep sigh, you sat down. Listening in on the intercom of Hangman and Phoenix still up in the air. After another 2 minutes or so. It was over.

Hangman walked in all smug. Phoenix shooting him a glare as Bob walked quietly behind her. You were all dismissed as you and Phoenix walked to the changing rooms. Holding your fresh shirt in your hands, you had the need to groan loud in frustration. – “Every single time.” – you called out catching Phoenix’s attention. – “I hate it.” – you added. – “I know.” – Phoenix said dramatically noticing a figure appear in the door opening.

“Isn’t that sweet.” – Hangman came leaning against the door, arms crossed. – “You’re getting all worked up over me.” – he teased with a pestering smile. Giving him a glare, you threw your shirt at his face. He dodged it as it landed in the hallway. Jake chuckling teasingly taking a run for it. You rolled your eyes, getting to the hallway to retrieve your shirt.

You finished getting dressed, slamming your locker shut. You drove with Phoenix to the bar, meeting up with everyone else. Most of the boys were already there. You waved Phoenix goodbye, coming up to the bar. You held two fingers up to Penny as she already knew the order.

On the other side of the bar appeared Hangman. – “I’ll have four more on the old timer.” – he said, leaning with his elbow on the bar. Penny quirked her eyebrow up. – “Oh, I meant Y/n.” – he enlightened Penny with a slight point at you. – “Don’t you ever grow tired of your lame jokes?” – you asked him. – “Nope.” – he responded all quirky. – “Certainly not when I can make you blush like that.” – he said.

Immediately you pressed your hand against your cheek, feeling if you had warmed up. Feeling if you were flushed without you knowing. Jake laughed loud from your reaction. He had lied, but it was fun to see you actually believe it. Penny sat down the beers in front of Hangman. – “Next time it’s your turn.” – she warned him.

Hangman clicked his tongue with a wink at you. Penny turned to your side of the bar. Giving you a sympathetic smile whilst giving you the drinks. You took them, going around the bar to your company. Phoenix sat in one of the booths with Fanboy and Rooster. You set her drink down, scooting in at Rooster’s side.

“He still bothering you.” – Rooster asked, swooping an arm over you. Your gaze flashed towards Hangman by the pool table. He looked back at you with a smile, tapping the pool stick gently on the ground. – “He just thinks he’s interesting.” – you told them, making them all laugh. – “Enough about Bagman. I want to enjoy this night.” – you said leaning closer to the table. – “Cheers to that.” – Phoenix said holding her drink up.

You raised your drink as well letting it touch with hers. The four of you chatted and laughed. Having so much fun it showed. It caught Hangman’s attention from time to time. A few more hours in and drinks away, you got up for another order. Exhaling loud you made your way over to Penny’s bar. Leaning a bit on the counter, waiting for her as she had gone to the back for some refills.

From across the bar, your eyes met up with a boy. He wore his uniform as you figured he was on a different program. He smiled at you, making you smile shyly back. He couldn’t seem to get his attention away from you. Penny returned, blocking his view as you saw him try to look past her to catch you.

It made you chuckle teasingly finding it cute. The man ordered as he then gestured at you. – “I’m buying her drinks too.” – he said. – “That’s be five more drinks on your behalf.” – you told him, letting him know he wasn’t just buying for one drink. – “Sure.” – he responded with a sweet smile. Penny didn’t interfered getting the drinks. The man patted the bar before going around and joining your side.

“So you’re a Top gunner.” – he remarked observing your uniform. You turned more towards him, observing his uniform. It had a dark blue shade. – “You’re an upper-sider.” – you acknowledged. – “That I am ma’am.” – he said making you laugh. Penny was setting the drink on the counter as you only seemed to have eyes for each other. The guy picked up a drink, handing one to you. He took one for himself, letting your drinks touch. – “Cheers to you sugar.” – he said. You leaned a bit closer, chatting with him. You remained by the bar as your friends were still waiting for their drinks.

Hangman’s gaze fell on you by the bar. Seeing another man with you. His eyes widened brief before they narrowed to a glare. – “Hangman… Hangman… Jake.” – Coyote said to get his attention. Coyote patted Jake against his shoulder. – “It’s your turn man.” – he said surprised when Jake pushed his pool stick into his hands. He made his way over to the bar, ready to break whatever was going on apart.

Jake moved himself in front of you, blocking your way from him. The guy looked surprised at the sudden appearance of him. Jake eyed him up and down. – “What do you think you are doing?” – he asked rudely. – “I…I’m just talking to her.” – the guy answered. Jake scoffed with a put up smile. – “Jake.” – you shout-whispered behind him, nudging his back with your fist to make him cut it out.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t gave you permission to talk to her.” – Jake answered. – “Jake.” – you repeated giving him another nudge to stop embarrassing you. – “I didn’t know I needed permission.” – the guy answered, not backing down. Jake gave him a taunting smile to mock him. – “Jake please.” – you begged for him to stop being such an idiot.

“I’ve got a fun idea.” – Jake said giving the guy a little shove by his shoulder. – “Why don’t you back off.” – he called out. – “Jake!” – you called out loud, already feeling embarrassed enough as all your friends were watching. – “What are you her boyfriend or something?” – the guy asked loud. You hated it and wanted to escape so you started to leave. Before you even set two steps, you were held back by Jake grabbing your wrist, keeping you by his side.

His grip firm around your wrist. The hatred in his eyes clear. Jake bumped hard with his shoulder against him, whilst dragging you along. You looked back over your shoulder to Phoenix, not sure what was happening. Phoenix could only stare speechless back at you. Jake dragged you over to where the toilets were. Secluded and away from everyone else. He let go of you by the window.

“What the hell Hangman!” – you called out. Suddenly startled when Jake moved closer, pressing his hands beside you on the glass, locking you in. – “How much do you hate me?” – he asked, making you widen your eyes in shock. – “What?” – you called out confused. – “Just how much do you hate me Y/n.” – he needed to know. For a moment you thought he was serious till you saw that smirk appear.

“I…I…I don’t know.” – you responded stuttering as you couldn’t utter a word. Not with Hangman leaning in so close to you. You looked away, finding his fixed stare a bit too intense. Hangman removed one hand from against the glass, taking your chin to make you face him. – “How much.” – he whispered eyeing your lips. You parted your lips to speak, not sure what to say. A moment later were his lips on yours.

To your surprise you were kissing him back. Not sure why you were kissing this fool back. His hands touched your lower back, pressing you closer to him as your hands found a way to his neck. Hangman broke the kiss off whilst smirking. – “So how much?” – he asked teasingly making you roll your eyes at him, pushing his face away by his cheek in a playful way. 

He grabbed you again, kissing you a second time as he didn’t seem to get enough from it. The two of you returned to the others, collecting the drinks still on the bar to hand them out. Hangman winked at you before returning to Coyote to finish his game.

The next day you were in the hangar with everyone. You sat down with Phoenix and Bob. Maverick chatting with Cyclone as they waited for the last recruits to join them. Hangman, Fanboy and Coyote neared to take a seat. Hangman first went over to you, coming to stand behind your chair. He pressed his hands down on it, lowering his head as he gave you a kiss upside down.

Phoenix’s eyes widened as Bob’s jaw dropped. Even Maverick stared shockingly at the display. Hangman pulled himself back up, seeing all eyes were on him. – “What?” – he called out. You could disappear from embarrassment. Hangman nudged Bob against his arm to get up, making way for him. Bob got up still staring as Hangman came sitting down in his seat.

"Please begin.” – Hangman told Maverick. Bob quickly took a seat behind Phoenix as Maverick cleared his throat. He moved up to the front, beginning his lecture. It was hard to get everyone’s attention as no one had thought the two of you would start dating. Coming as a total surprise to them.

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[jmstoesblog]

Trapped

Pairing: Yan!stalker!jungkook x fem!reader

released: 11.08.24

Warnings: kidnapping, chasing, hunting, possesive behavior, obsessive behavior, unprotected sex, sex in the woods, blindfolded, eating out from behind, kissing, hickeys, pet names, degrading, praise, hair pulling, slapping, reader gives in, edging, spitting, whipping (one time), the story takes a dark turn at the end, meanie Jk, lmk if I missed any!

Note: I kinda rushed it at the end but I still hope you liked it <3 keep in mind that this a one shot

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“Oh baby,” he laughs, “come out. If you come out now, I won’t go that hard on you, sweetheart.” He coos, trying to convince you to leave your hiding spot.

Your heart is pounding so fast, you’re so scared, you feel like passing out. Currently you’re hiding from your stalker— Jungkook.

It started with sweet notes and flowers, delivered to your doorstep to expensive gifts to him texting you and telling you to keep your distance from a guy, you’ve gotten close with. To him forcing you to wear a necklace, which had a tracker in it, but you didn’t know that.

To him stalking you and not trying to hide it. He would follow you everywhere you went. Wether you went out shopping with your friends or visiting your parents.

You haven’t told anyone ‘bout him. Not your friends, parents or co- workers. Mainly because he threatened you.

On your way home from a late convenience food run, he pulled you into an alley, clasping his hand over your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

He dragged you to his car and shoved you in it. Once he got inside, he fastened your seatbelt and wore a mask, “what the hell, you motherfucker! Leave me this instant—“

You couldn’t yell at him anymore once gas filled your lungs and you passed out.

“You scream too much,” Jungkook mutters and caresses your hair.

He takes off his mask and starts driving towards his destination.

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You groan as the pain hits you, your head is paining so hard and your muscles feel limb, “where am I?”

You stand up from the bed and immediately fall down, “why can’t I feel my legs?” You mumble, panic taking over you.

You struggle to get up but once you do, you start taking a look at the room you’re in. It’s a big room, with no windows unfortunately but it has a king sized bed with silky black covers, a mirror above the bed. The wall behind the bed is painted black, the rest of the walls are white. A walk in closet and you notice a door. You walk towards the door but stop in your track when you hear water. It’s a bathroom.

Somebody is in it.

Somebody is taking a shower.

The humming comes to a halt and the faucet gets turned off, that’s when you start breathing heavily and start backing away from the door.

You run to the main door and try opening it but to your luck, it’s locked. You bite your lip and start thinking, “I should pretend like I’m still passed out.” You mumble and run to the bed and lay in the exact position you where in when you woke up. Hopefully he will leave the room and leave it unlocked so you can escape.

After a few minutes you hear the bathroom door open. You can hear your heart pounding so fast. Footsteps are heard, you assume he walks to the walk- in closet to put on his clothes.

Once he gets dressed he leaves the room.

“That is my chance.”

You run to the door eagerly but stop abruptly when you hear footsteps, “shit!” you think to yourself and run to the bed again.

You hear a light chuckle before the bathroom door closes again.

You hear the blow dryer go off, “now it is my chance.”

You quietly run out and down the stairs, the house is so big, it’s complicated. You try finding the door to freedom but can’t, “fuck him and this house….” You mumble and finally find the door.

You sigh in relief and your eyes lit up seeing the door.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” an arm wraps itself around your waist from behind, and you’re pulled back, bumping into a buff chest.

A strong cologne fills your nostrils, looking down at your waist, you see a big, tattooed hand wrapped around you. You feel his breath hitting your nape, your hair standing up.

You gulp and slowly turn your head around, to look at your kidnapper.

Your eyes almost fall out of their sockets upon looking at his breathtaking face.

Cute big round eyes, pillowy soft lips, a cute mole under his lower lip, cute cheeks, a scar on the right one.

Magnificent.

A chuckle brings you out of your trance.

That’s when your realize. You’re in your kidnappers arms. No matter how handsome he is, this is wrong. He kidnapped you.

“Who are you?” You try freeing yourself from his arms, “what do you want from me? Why—“ he places his forefinger on your lips, silencing you.

“You talk too much.” He draws his face closer, “I will answer all of your questions once you eat, alright?”

If you want answers, you have to….. eat? Your kidnapper is offering you food?

“Come.” He whispers softly, taking your hand in his big one. He takes you to the kitchen you saw earlier. The whole kitchen is back— which honestly gives off his vibe. You obviously don’t know him, he kidnapped you! But from what you’ve seen while searching for the door to escape. You saw his living room and kitchen, they’re black too— all the furniture and he has a few portraits hanging on the walls, which give off a dark vibe. You saw some red too (the furniture, no blood).

He makes you sit at the little table, it’s a classic glass table. It’s squared and has exactly two black chairs.

“I cooked your favorite!” He places down your favorite dish. How does he know that? Who is he?

For all you know it could be poisoned, your kidnapper sits down in front of you and lovingly smiles at you, “don’t worry, I didn’t poison it.” He take a spoon full to prove himself, slowly you start eating it.

The whole time while you’re eating, he is staring at you. You just keep looking down, you don’t dare to look at him. He might be sweet to you, but his eyes they scare you. They’re cute and big and round but they’re so dark.

They look sinister.

“I’m done eating, will you tell me now?” You carefully ask. You don’t wan to provoke him or push his buttons, you don’t know what he’s like. For all you know he could just be pretending to be ‘nice’ to hide his true self.

“So,” he begins, putting his chopsticks down, “my name is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, and you are here because I want you to.”

“….what?” Confusion is clearly written all over your face, “you can’t just kidnap me!” The confusion turns into rage, Jungkook just sighs and stands up, “I didn’t kidnap you, I took what’s rightfully mine, which is you. You’re mine, you belong to me and only me.”

This man is delusional.

“I’m my own person! I belong only to myself!” You also stand up. Jungkook chuckles lowly to himself before walking over to you, caging you between the wall and him, “that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” He puts his hand on the wall, “I own you, mind, body and soul.” He devilishly smirks.

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It’s been four days.

Four days of you being locked up.

Four days are enough to tell you, this man is mentally unstable.

After yesterday’s incident in the kitchen, he locked you up in his room, like a prisoner. He would bring you your meals and sweet talk to you but you would just ignore him.

That raged him, but he tried not to snap at you. He knows if he yells at you, you wouldn’t talk to him ever, so he tried to be patient, but you’re giving his patience a run on thin ice.

It’s been four days.

Enough is enough.

He barges in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He doesn’t see you on the bed, he knocks on the bathroom door. You don’t answer.

He grows nervous. What if you escaped? There’s no way you could’ve gotten out of the room. It doesn’t have any windows, he locked the door, he took the key with him.

He starts breathing heavily out of anger. He already is angry. He gave you enough time to accept him and you just ignored all his efforts. You’re lucky he loves you or else he would have killed you.

“Shit,” he walks towards the door. In the corner of his eye he notices something shiny black, looking down he sees a bobby pin.

He lowly chuckles, picking it up, he keeps it in his pocket, “you’re so done, y/n.”

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“Where do I go??” You pant as you run aimlessly in the woods.

You feel like you’re running in circles.

You suddenly stop running and stand completely still.

“I know you’re here and can hear me. Games over, come out now.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you feel like crying. Quickly but quietly you run behind a tree, crouching down and putting your hand over your mouth to prevent any sounds from escaping your mouth.

“Oh baby,” he laughs, “come out. If you come out now, I won’t go that hard on you, sweetheart.” He coos, trying to convince you to leave your hiding spot.

You hear his boots walking in the opposite direction you’re in, looking behind bushes and trees, “I’ve been very patient with you, my love. But you don’t seem to like that, huh?” He laughs, “want me to go hard on you, is that it? Baby wants to get a punishment? Wants to get handcuffed to our bed and get senselessly fucked? Or yet better, wanna get fucked here in the open, for everyone to see?” The way he is talking is disgusting but still gets you wet, “wanna get stuffed full with my cock?” He continues talking in that seductive tone.

Jungkook smirks. He knows where you’re hiding, he knew all along but decided to play a little game with you. He is giving you false hope and acting like he doesn’t know where you’re currently hiding.

Nasty images flash in your mind, him bending you over and taking you from behind. You shake your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts.

Jungkook walks around a bit more and finally decides to approach you. He walks up behind you, his left hand in his pocket and the other one a few inches away from your hair, “you know I can hear your breathing, right?” He tightly grips your hair and yanks your head back, your eyes widening at the sight of your stalker standing above you, eyes dark, filled with list and that thrill. He smirks at you, “you’re not very good at hiding, but maybe at running.” He says, head tilted to the side.

Before you can ask him what he means, you’re standing on your feet, face inches away from his.

“I’m gonna give you a chance, you deserve that for all the effort.” He snickers, voice filled with mockery.

He clearly means your poor attempt at escaping.

“You can run anywhere you want, if you get to the road without me catching you then you’re free.” He closes the distance between you two, “but if I catch you…” he doesn’t complete his sentence, “I’ll even give you a thirty second head start.” He smirks.

“One… two… three… four…”

It takes you a few seconds to process his words, “times ticking, baby.” He stops counting, “or do you want that punishment? Knew you were a thirsty little slut.” He scoffs, beginning to count again.

“…five… six…”

You ignore the wetness between your thighs.

You hastily turn around and start sprinting in the direction you were originally going to.

While running you take a look behind you, he is standing there with a shit eating grin. You scoff and focus forward. Droplets of water hit your shoulders and you look above, the clouds are gray, the sun is gone and it’s starting to rain heavily. Your hair gets wet, like the rest.

You’re sure it’s already been thirty seconds, a huge smile takes over your face as soon as you see the road with cars passing by.

“Finally made it.” You smile in victory and run faster towards the road.

“You thought you could escape?” Jungkook laughs in amusement and you cry out of pain as he yankes your hair back, “let me go!”

“A deals a deal, right baby?” He smirks, “you didn’t get to the road and I caught you, you lost.”

You gasp in surprise when he picks you up like a sack of potatoes, he grips your thighs and starts walking. Your face is right in front of his plump ass, “wow, what a great view.” You mumble and look at his long legs. I really thought I could out-run him, not only does he have long legs but also looks athletic.

Jungkook starts humming a tune.

The clouds are still gray and it’s lightly raining now, “Jungk—“ “No.”

You shut up and don’t dare to say anything again.

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“Ow!” You groan in pain when he pins you against a tree.

“Shut up.” He unbuttons your jeans and quickly shoved his hands in your panties before you can say anything, “knew it,” he smirks, eyes looking at yours, “the chase got you wet, huh?” He chuckles before bringing up his fingers, putting them in his mouth, tasting you, he hums in satisfaction.

“Sweet, just like I thought.” He whispers, his hands traveling from your throat to the hoodie you’re wearing. In a swift motion he pulls it off, leaving you only in your unbuttoned jeans.

“No bra?” He grins, raising his pierced brow.

You don’t try to fight him anymore, you just need him.

After leaving hickeys all over your collarbone and neck he pushes down your jeans, turning you around he gets on his knees, eating you out from behind.

He softly suck on your folds and you moan, rocking your hips against his face, he places his hands on your hips, steadying you and keeping you in place.

“I’m close!” You warn him once your orgasm in nearing. He is no longer going soft but harsh.

He pulls his tongue out and stands up, “I was close… why’d you stop?” You pout turning around to find him looking at you with a stupid grin on his face, “do you think you deserve to cum after pulling that stunt?” His face switches to serious.

You do not reply him, but stare at him. The rain is getting stronger and his hair is getting wet, giving him wavy hair (190811 Jk). He pushes your jeans further down, below your knees and gives you a loud smack on your aching cunt.

You gasp, clinging to his shoulders, “you’re not allowed to cum until I say so.” He spits on your chest, his spit going between the valley of your breasts.

He licks his lips and turns you around giving each ass cheek a loud smack. You whimper and hold onto the tree tightly. Your hands hurt from gripping the tree so hard but that’s the least worry you have right now.

You hear a belt ruttling in the back and assume he is taking it of or lowering his jeans.

He pushes his jeans along with his briefs down revealing his long and thick length. He takes a step closer and slaps his cock against your aching cunt.

You moan, trying to reach behind you to touch him, “ah ah ah,” he holds your wrist in a loose but not too tight grip, “no touching.” That’s all he says before tying your hands behind your back with his belt.

You feel him drap something over you eyes, “and no looking.” You desperately whine, “but I wanna see and touch you.”

He mischievously laughs, a dark laugh filled with no empathy, “you think you deserve that? Ya think you deserve to look or touch me?” He whispers in your ear, his lips touching the shell, “no baby,” he laughs, “I’m so pissed at you for being so rude to me.” He hisses, “After showing my love to you and cook for you, you ignore me? And you even tried to escape.”

“I’m going to punish you.” He growls in your ear, pulling your hair back, he chuckles when he sees tears in your eyes, “oh baby, you’re already crying? But we haven’t even started yet.” He pouts.

He tried to be gentle and sweet with you but that didn’t work so being harsh is the only solution now.

He loosens (is that even a word?) his grip on your hair and pushes your body forward, your chest is now touching the tree, your nipples grazing past the rough texture of the tree, making them hard.

He places his hand on your throat while the other hand is playing with your folds, pulling them apart and softly massaging them. Circling his index finger around your tight hold that’s just waiting to be filled with his hot seeds.

A painful loud cry escapes your throat when he pushes his hard length in you in one go. He squeezes your throat, shortly cutting off any air.

He groans in pleasure, “fuck, so tight.” He talks to himself and doesn’t give you any time to adjust and just starts moving harshly.

“I gave you food over your head, a shelter, I gave you food— fuck, I even cooked for you, baby. I provided you with everything, most importantly my love. And this is how you thank me? You run away?” He thrusts into you, hard. His painfully deep thrusts have your legs shaking.

“Ungrateful bitch.” He slaps your cunt while keeping his pace the same, hard, deep, fast.

“Do ya feel me here?” He places his hand that was previously chocking you on your tummy, feeling himself inside you.

You’re in a haze, not hearing him.

“Dumb slut is forgetting where she is.” He mockingly chuckles, he places his hands on your hips again and slows down his thrusts, not wanting either of you to come yet.

He frees your hands and whips your ass, lightly, with the belt.

You scream at the unknown pain, “stop please!” You cry out, placing your hands on the tree to support you.

He rips your dress off you.

Jungkook picks the speed up again, “too much!” You tell him.

He pushes you against him so your back is leaning against his front. You feel his abs on your back.

You moan when he hits your g-spot.

“You’re gonna take it,” he whispers into your ear, “you’re gonna take all of it. Everything I give you, yeah?”

You moan and nod your head, you’re on cloud nine, he’s fucking you so good…. You hate to admit it.

“Could be in you forever.” He moans, biting your shoulder, softly.

He smirks when you start fucking him back, “knew you were gonna give in.” He mocks you, playing with your nipples.

You start whimpering and whining and your moans are getting high pitched, that’s when he knows you’re getting close.

He is getting close too. He leaves kisses along your neck and cums into you with a grunt. Before you can cum too, he pulls out.

He strokes his cock and more cum come spurting out and lands on your ass.

You breath heavily as a sentence crosses your mind.

“You’re not allowed to cum.”

He turns you around by your shoulders and looks at your silent form, “you’re getting it now?” He asks but your focus is somewhere else.

How did he put his pants on so fast? You didn’t even hear him.

“You’re mine.” He smirks.

He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, all naked. With his cum leaking out of your gaping hole and his cum on your ass.

You sigh.

You

Are

Defeated.

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pairing: Mob Boss!Charles Leclerc x Wife!Reader wc: 1.3k cw: again, slight yandere/possesive tendencies, allusion to abuse an: guys i am feeling uninspired lately,,,, needed to pull everything in me for this one. sigh. its 2 in the morning what am i doing with my life i need to sleep not be up to this bs GODDDDDDD strike me down.

Charles knew you weren’t truly his wife.

He himself had shot his bride to be, too loud and too lecherous to realize how she’d met her end, bragging about killing him for his money in his club.

He thought that’d be the last of it, that their family wouldn’t be brave enough to show face again.

Yet, they became audacious, sending him a woman, a woman who was nothing like the bride he had seen. 

Hell, you didn’t even look the same as the other.

There was no way their family didn’t know by now that he was the one who killed their only daughter, yet he could only imagine this was their attempt at faking normalcy because he’d never seen his bride before, right?

He laughed, in all honesty. 

He could’ve played along, see what would’ve happened, and have been done with you by dinner if he wanted to. But part of him wanted you to show your true colors, to be able to kill the venomous woman hiding behind the veil.

That day never came though.

He was too baffled by the sight of you clinging to their sides, eyes down as you could barely keep up in the shoes slightly too big to be yours.

He pretended not to notice. 

At dinner he questioned you, much to your visible discomfort. He could see the glances you gave the other members of your supposed family, meekly responding back as they glared sharply at your head, only smiling when they noticed his stares. It didn’t take long for him to connect two and two.

It was there and then he’d made the awfully irrational decision to go forward with the marriage. He wanted to pull you out of your shell, see who you really were under the supposed mask you had on in front of everyone.

Your marriage was a grand affair, bosses from all around the globe visiting just to see the ceremony. He had refused to give in to their demands for a smaller wedding, going all out just for you.

And true to his word, he treated you with more respect than he’d ever cared to show anyone else. For him, hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks as he tried to pull you out of your shell.

It was a while before he got the first laugh out of you. He felt like he’d won everything when you gave him small smiles. He did everything to get them out of you. Showering you in lavish gifts, surprising you with expensive dates, it made him feel like he was finally doing something right. 

Seeing your full smile was what truly made it worth it, easing the pain of your time with your former family, if he could even call them that. 

He’d made sure to cut all contact with them, and he knew you were contacting them against his wishes, so he took it into his own hands to make sure they couldn’t bother you for a single cent again. He plotted behind your back and as sorry as he felt for lying to you, he paid for his guilt in consuming you with his neediness, wrapping you tightly from your waking moments almost as if you’d disappear forever if you left his field of vision.

You didn’t question it, but you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t startle you a bit.

He hummed as you gently ran your fingers through his hair, pit forming in your stomach as you heard him mutter in Italian on the phone, pen scratching against the paper of his notepad.

You heard the bare sentences of his conversation, too fast for you to understand, but you thought you had a good idea of what he was planning.

“Dovremo metterli a tacere (We'll have to silence them)-”

A couple heartbeats passed as he listened, your heart clenching almost painfully as you held the cuff of his suit jacket between your thumb and index finger. Maybe he had figured it out, maybe he was already plotting ways to dispose of you for tricking him in such a grievous manner. You hadn’t heard from the family in weeks, and it made you anxious.

“Non sono d'accordo? Bene, uccideteli (they won’t agree? fine, kill them).”

For a moment there, you didn’t see your husband, but the Devil of Monte Carlo.

He didn’t say anything, and you couldn’t bring yourself to, letting your hand slip away from his crown.

“Y/n? What happened?” He frowned, hand rubbing against the small of your back.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, words lying on the tip of your tongue as he cocked his head at you.

“It’s nothing.” You moved your hands away from his neck, balling into little fists in your lap.

“It’s not nothing,” He pressed, staring you down firmly despite the gentle tone of his voice. He knew you, almost too well.

“I… i don’t know how to tell you. You’re going to hate me if I do.” Your voice warbled out as he kissed you on the neck, too light and breezy to mean anything serious.

“Try me. You’d be surprised at how well I take things, and I'm not unreasonable.” Another kiss, leading up the column of your neck as you squealed at the feeling of his warm lips on cooled skin.

“Well, uh, i-” He bit down lightly, earning a soft smack from you in the back of the head, “-Char, what are you doing?”

“Trying to cheer you up.” He said, kissing on the spot he’d bit with an incomparable amount of gentleness.

“I just have something to tell you and i-”

“Is it important in any way that actively harms our lives?” He butt in, giving you a curious look.

“No, but-”

“Then I don't care.” He shrugged, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You didn’t even know you could’ve gotten that loud, when you finally spit it out.

“I’m not your real wife, Char. I never was.”

He didn’t say anything, humming against the crown of your head as his hand snuck up your back and held you closer to him.

“Char, please.”

“I knew that, this isn’t new news.”

You held on, mouth gaping slightly.

“You… you knew this whole time, and you-”

“I deliberately didn’t tell you.” He scoffed, pulling your chin down to look at him. “I knew you’d run back to that so-called family that I did if I had told you. You barely trusted me, and it was their fault. So that’s why I'm going to make sure all of them take a nice long vacation.”

You couldn’t really feel the abject horror anymore, melting into sheer relief as you finally looked at him once more.

There was something about the way he looked at you, tantalizing and hypnotized almost.

‘But, aren’t you mad about me…?”

“Oh I was, I was furious.”

His lips ghosted over yours, the hint of a smile somewhere there.

“But they ended up giving me something all the more precious, something I couldn't replace. You know what that is, mon amour?”

You didn’t even have to say it, as he kissed you, lips smooth against your slightly chapped ones. The expensive perfume grew stronger, closer and closer to you as the space between you closed.

“I’ve done some unspeakable things.” He panted quietly against your lips, landing another soft kiss on the other corner. “But nothing as unspeakable as killing your so-called “family” this late in the game. Some part of me wishes i had done it earlier to spare you that grief.”

You didn’t respond but he continued nonetheless, hands wrapped around your waist to bring you closer to him .”Remember that you're mine and I'm all yours. I would do anything for you.”

And the worst part is, somewhere deep down, you knew it to be true. He was always yours, and you were always his. He'd made sure of it, and you weren't entirely complaining.

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𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔞 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱 ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫.

𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔧𝔬𝔶𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔱, 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢; ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶.

ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢, ℑ’𝔡 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔶 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔢.

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, ℑ’𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢, 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢’𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢. ℑ’𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔰𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔴, 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤 𝔲𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬.

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P LINKS- JOSH WASHINGTON

"hey porn stars! you're gonna need these..."

another p link list for josh, as requested :)

18+ SMUT

must be logged into twitter to see!

josh teasing you before entering... he always has to rub the tip on ur cunt before giving you what you really want- espically if you're already needy and pent up

josh spanking you at the lodge after you get stoned with everyone and accidently give mike and matt more attention then josh... hes possesive

he loves to grope you (with ur consent ofc) and film it so he can use it for later (and to send to chris to rub it in his face)

josh in a mask fucking you because DUH! mask kink over here... and he gets even more turned on when you deny you like it (you secretly love it)

he is so much bigger then you and uses it to his advantage, he crushes you (not actually but theres pressure), wrapping his arm around ur throat to hold you still while he pounds into you

breeding kink... he loves to fill you up and watch it drip out of you

josh has to ease you into it because hes so big, he cant put it all the way in yet because he has to stretch you out

he picks you up like its nothing, manhandling you... imagine if he was wearing a mask and yall roleplayed..

best friend older brother josh... everyones asleep at the lodge, and you have the hots for the twins older brother- he fucks you into the couch to keep you quiet