#tho he's not exactly the healthiest dom out there

[sopewriters]

his.

pairing: god!yoongi x reader

genre: literally just Filth

words: 1.9k

warning(s): cheating, referenced bondage, mild exhibitionism, degradation, mild humiliation, D/s, toxic relationship (if any)

“Well, isn’t this a lovely sight for sore eyes?”

You shiver from the heat of his gaze as it lights on you, setting your skin aflame and making you arch your back with aching need. The cords that wrap snug around your wrists keep you in place – tethered to the headboard of your bed, exactly where he wants you.

You bite your lip to muffle the whimper that threatens to slip free at the sight of his lips curved into a pretty smirk. You can’t – no one should be allowed to hear you. Not when you’re doing something so shameful.

“What sort of thoughts are running through your pretty head, I wonder?” His eyes narrow, and the sight makes another rush of heat flood you – this time rushing in between your legs. You rub your thighs together, a little mewl slipping from your lips as you feel how slick they are.

How long has he kept you like this, helpless and vulnerable to his suggestions? Unable to keep yourself from listening to him detail exactly how pretty you would look straddling his cock, how your lips belong on it, worshipping it? You don’t know, and you don’t particularly care either – you just need.

Insatiable little slut.

You are, and that isn’t even the worst of it.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whisper, tugging at your bindings as you struggle to reach him, to touch. “Please, Yoongi, please—”

“So soon?” Yoongi’s perched at the end of your bed, resting his cheek on his knee as he watches you, watches how you reach for him so pleadingly, so beautifully with a flush high on your cheeks. Watches your lips tremble as they shape around his name. “I didn’t think you’d have it in you. You really have no shame, do you?”

All too suddenly, he’s straddling your hips, pinning your throat to the mattress as he leans in close – achingly close to kissing you, so close – only to brush his lips over the lobe of your ear. “Going so far as to beg for another man while your husband lies beside you. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

You tremble in his grasp as he increases the pressure around your neck and your pussy throbs, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as darkness steeps into your vision. You embrace it wholly, but it’s all too much, and he hasn’t even touched you – hasn’t even let you feel his cool fingers against your heated folds yet.

“Have you even heard a single word I’ve said?” Yoongi’s saying as you gasp desperately for air, unable to summon a response. “Ah, your poor husband – he isn’t even awake to see his wife getting fucked by the very man he hates.”

He smiles sharply, then, and it’s a terrible thing – cruel and sharp – but all it does is make you want. Perhaps, weeks ago, you would have felt nothing but guilt for betraying he who lies beside you, but you can’t think of anyone beyond the god pinning you down.

“Mm, he shouldn’t have drunk so much, don’t you agree?” Yoongi murmurs, smirking down at you; both of you know he wasn’t drunk. It was you who mixed sleeping powder into his tea, after all. “Maybe he could have stopped me from making you mine.”

You’re already his, though.

“Tonight, I’ll take you back with me,” he purrs, enchanting, compelling. Your heart races from the sheer anticipation, eyes growing wide at what he implies. “I’ll fuck you into the mattress and drag you to my chambers while you still drip with my cum. And your dear husband won’t know until it’s too late.”

It is too late.

His lips press against your throat as he murmurs, “You’re already my perfect little whore.”

“Yes,” you gasp desperately as he bites down into your skin so deep – deep enough to break your skin and stain his lips red – as he finally presses his fingers into you, two at once. He doesn’t need to prepare you any further – he’s acquainted himself with your sweet little pussy over the weeks, after all – but he loves the power he holds over you, reducing you to nothing more than a hole to fuck with just his fingers.

He rules over you; your body, your mind, your soul – and you can’t escape him. You don’t want to.

He doesn’t need to ask; you can read the look in his eyes, thighs parting for him easily as he fucks you on his fingers, makes you squirm and gasp and moan in your bed. As he tilts your head to the side so you can see your husband’s sleeping visage as Yoongi slides into you, stretching your tight little hole as it accepts him.

“Greedy, greedy,” he tuts as you can your hips upward to take in more of him, smiling amusedly at you as you crane your neck for a kiss. “You know the rules, slut.”

You do. It’s the only boundary he’s ever set – he can choke you as much as he wants, on his cock or otherwise. He can play with your pussy until it’s raw and sensitive, he can fuck your throat until it aches, can fuck you right beside your own husband—

But he won’t ever kiss you. Won’t ever let your lips touch his, for all you’ve been aching for it. His eyes glimmer at every attempt, lips curving almost sweetly at you as he denies you again and again. And, pathetic as it makes you feel, you’re still drawn to him, helpless.

But you revel in the helplessness. He makes you.

“Moan as loud as you need,” Yoongi chuckles mirthfully, eyes roving over your face and taking in the flickers of pleasure that flit across it. Your wrists sting from how hard you’ve been tugging at them, wanting to touch, needing it. “He deserves to hear how good I’m making you feel right now.”

You clench tighter around him at the thought, eyes tracing helplessly over your husband’s features as Yoongi folds your legs back to your chest, making you feel so small as he bears his weight on you, fucking into you with sharp thrusts.

Your vision blanks out when he rolls his hips just right and you can’t hold back your voice any longer, sobbing out in pleasure as he locks onto his target and makes sure to let his cock strike at that perfect angle. It makes your hands tremble with the effort not to scrabble against each other as you’re forced to stay still; forced to accept whatever he chooses to do with you.

And, terrible as it may be, it makes you burn.

“You know what to do,” he smirks down at you, pleased at how you tremble for him, sing for him. He loves how needy you get, the closer you are to your release – loves that he can command you to do what he wants with the crook of his fingers. And when you’re like this, drunk on lust, on the pleasure he bestows upon you, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

And that includes tearing your pride to tatters with your own two hands.

“Please,” you beg shamelessly, unable to stop yourself; you need it so bad. Already, you squeeze around the god’s – around your god’s – cock at the thought of being fucked full of his cum, feeling his warmth in you. “Please, fill me up – need to cum, please, f-fuck!”

Yoongi smiles down at you, and the sight is nearly enough to have you cum on the spot – and he knows it. He knows how much you love that look on his face; the tiniest curve of his lips that belies his true fondness, his possessiveness. You’re his, in every sense of the word, and he treats you as such.

“You can do better than that, surely.” He chides gently, and you shake your head desperately when he pauses in his thrusts, unable to help the whine that leaves your lips at how empty you feel without him inside you. “I’ve taught you what you need to say; my greedy little whore can speak her mind around me.”

You bite down on your lips to stop a sob from ripping out of your throat, though a single touch is enough to have the tears streaming down your cheeks. You’re shivering from the pleasure, the sparks dancing up your skin from how sensitive you are from having been subject to this god’s whims for so long.

“Please, please, please,” you sob and it’s worth it, seeing the pride on his face as he hears your voice breaking around the words – you’ve put that expression on his face – and it’s more than enough to bolster you on. “Please let me – a-ah – let me feel good p-please, want my pussy fucked nice and full of your cum Y-Yoongi, I—”

You break off, keening when he touches your clit properly, rolling it carelessly between his fingers as he rolls his hips against yours.

“Perfect,” he shivers in visible pleasure at the naked want on your face – it fuels him, makes him feel nothing short of victorious, high on the thrill of claiming his prize so openly. “What a perfect little cockslut – you’ve never felt satisfied with this bastard’s tiny dick anyway, but you have an actual cock to worship from now on, and you like that much better anyway.”

He isn’t asking you – he’s telling you how you feel – but the thought sends a bolt of heat through you and you nod shamelessly at what he says, hips canting upwards so his cock will nudge deeper into you with every thrust. He notices this, of course, but he says nothing – just permits with a curious tilt of his mouth.

“Never needed him anyway,” you say breathlessly, tugging harder at your restraints so you can lean into his touch, run your hands over his perfect form in turn, but you know he won’t let you go – not unless that’s what he wants. “Oh, y-your cock s’all I ever wanted, thank you, thank you, thank you—”

You don’t even realize why you’ve seized up, tears falling down your cheeks as you tremble all over, heated inside out – not until Yoongi chuckles and wipes curiously at the damp skin. “Moved to tears, are we? Did you really want to cum that bad, you little whore?”

And with growing shame you realize that he’s exactly right – you can feel it, the unnatural dampness between your legs – you’ve gone and squirted over him, over a deity. Yoongi can probably pick up on your fear, because his cock twitches inside you – and despite yourself you squeeze hard around him.

“M’sorry,” you slur weakly, wrists falling limp as he reaches out, touches your cheek with inquisitive fingers, runs them over your parted lips. Your head is spinning, and you’re so tired.

He hums noncommittally. “For being such a useless slut for cock? There’s no need to apologize for being yourself, so don’t preoccupy yourself with that.”

“For now—” He leans over and runs a hand over your forehead, through your hair. “Sleep.”

It’s laced with a firm command, and you’ve already lost. Before you can even think to respond, your eyes flutter, slowly falling shut. But, even as your vision blurs, you’re unable look away from him. You’re his, after all.

Your chest rises and falls slowly, a picture of tranquility. He appraises you, dark eyes glinting. Yes. You’ll take wonderfully to your new home. And if you don’t—

Well. 

A few more days spent in his bed will be enough to thoroughly convince you.

written by: midnight

[messedupessy]

ESSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY how bout.... Trashbrigade :>?

Heya ael bb ❤❤❤ and fyuck yeeess them trashbrigade boys yeeesss! For those who don’t know the ship its between my trash boi Rus and Ael’s Edentale pap called Violet aka Vio, which you can read up about over at @edentale but warning its 18+ only and its really dark and messed up af u have been warned! But here goes trashbrigade yuuss

also WARNING for very suggestive sheit below and some unhealthy sheit etc 

who’s the cuddler: both are but Rus is just a tiny bit more, he clingy and needy af, and will be cuddling, cling and feel Vio up every chance he gets which Vio don’t mind at all, he loves it. They are constantly standing close whenever they are together, which is almost always, lots of cuddles on the couch, in the bed, while they working like literally all the time bc Rus is one touch starved hoe who just can’t get enough of Vio at all, as Vio is his and he is Vio’s, and they also constantly end up fucking like everywhere much to the much needed bleaching of eye sockets for the rest of the fam who have at least walked in on them fucking way more than once, and there are just some things that cannot be unseen.   

who makes the bed: neither of them, they both are extremely fucking messy disasters and never cleans like anything, their shared room is more like a storage filled with so much shit, which mostly belongs to Vio as he leaves his stuff every fucking where its a miracle he even knows where it is, and Rus has never cleaned in his entire life so yeah no cleaning or making the bed for these two, and the only time their sheets gets actually changed is when one of the more cleanlier family members braves to get into their so called room that is more like a damn war zone of filth and clutter everywhere. 

who wakes up first: technically Rus as he don’t sleep much at all, though the longer he is with Vio the more he ends up sleeping, as with been with Vio been needed and loved it gets better, so Vio prolly wakes up first. As Vio runs a carpentry shop which he needs to actually go and work at, even tho he got his own hours as in reality he didn’t really need to work since his younger brother El is the Lord Executioner and got way too much fucking money, so often times Rus gets Vio to stay in bed where they cuddle for hours and fuck allot until someone from the rest of the fam has had enough of hearing their too loud fucking moans.  

who has the weird taste in music: Rus, as Vio is not that much of a music guy due for in Eden there isn’t any music except for those from festivals, the church and theatre/opera, so he haven’t really gotten to listen to any like “normal” music. Rus on the other hand listen to metal and stuff darker music bc he angsty boy tho his fave is asmr, which Vio finds kinda weird and not his thing. 

who is more protective: Both are, they are very super protective the both of them when it comes to each other, very possessive and hella easily jealous. Like their whole start of their “romantic” relationship started bc they were like assholes/frenemies(?) with benefits etc and then Vio becoming insanely jelly when he found Rus fucking his bro, Rus and Vio were not exclusive at all btw, which resulted in Vio fucking Rus and fucking him up really fucking bad in possessive rage because Rus is his and he does not fucking share, and Rus loving it bc he finally felt he was properly wanted etc.

And then their whole making each other jealous so to make the other get angry and possessive enough for some great brutal smexings they kept on doing for awhile after that until slowly but surely Vio’s feelings began to change to actual love and Rus being all too happy to be loved ofc returned them feelings and they became softer and more happy, both becoming a tad bit obsessed with the other its not the healthiest of relationships but its works for them they are trash boys for a reason pfft.

So yeah hella protective the both of them its crazy af, srs they would murder ppl for each other if needed be etc.  

who sings in the shower: neither, Vio because he just isn’t into music, do hum at times while working tho, but otherwise nope. And Rus don’t sing either its just not his thing, unless its to piss someone off etc, but they do sing a completely different kind of song while showering together if u know what i mean pfft. 

who cries during movies: Vio, because there aren’t any movies and stuff in Eden there isn’t that kind of technology there and also its very strictly controlled tech access anyway, so when Vio is introduced to it thanks to Rus coming from Swapfell he at first finds it weird but after getting used to it he gets hella emotional watching them as he gets really into the stories. Rus just don’t get emotional over movies at all, but he is all too happy to comfort Vio when they watch stuff, getting in a grope here and there and just maybe get Vio to fuck him right then and there if he is lucky like the horny af trash he is pfft.  

who spends the most while out shopping: neither, Rus because he just never have any fucking money, tho since he actually ends up getting a job later and then finally gets some money he do get to spend some more money on shit, not allot tho as he mostly just spend it on cigarettes, food and gifts for Vio most of the time ye. Vio on the other hand he used to be hella poor as a kid, so he is very careful about his spending and he keeps record books to make sure exactly how much he has and so much as he is also a business owner ye, so he gotta be very careful about money in general. 

who kisses more roughly: they are both very, very rough kissers so its a tie. They are often kinda violent while they fuck so rough kisses is the norm, but as their relationship progresses they become more soft which is like weird for the both of them but its something they end up liking hella lot, so rough kisses gets a little bit less frequent but not as much as they still are very rough most of the time ye. 

who is more dominate: Vio, he’s the one who doms most of the time and also mostly doms the whole relationship, which Rus is all for he loves to be dommed af after all, even tho Rus in reality is very dominaty himself, he could real fucking easy take control if he so wished, but he is all too happy to let Vio to dom him and be the one who decides shit and so on, like Rus do decide stuff on his own ofc but Vio mostly have the final say and Rus do get to dom time to time but he is all too happy to just have Vio have his way with him all the time, as it makes him feel wanted and needed and so loved.  

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 11/10 af!  I love our two trash boys so flipping much like srs gkjejgkegkjjkeg they are such fucking shits and its so amazing that they go from assholes/frenemies with benefits, to possessive af assholes who keeps making each other jelly just because bringing out the worst in each other, to actually falling properly in love, starting to bring the best out of each other instead and then truly caring for each other even though its a very, very obsessive kind of love and is in reality pretty unhealthy but its what works for them and they both end up fucking happy af with each other UwU ❤ and talking about them with you and talkin about the rest of the fam we have made around them is one of the best things I know and makes me so happy like srs ael ily and I love our boys so much they are shitty af but god so good ❤❤

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