So, when I first started crocheting, I would have killed to have a masterlist of resources, so I’m gonna make one. Hopefully there will be some helpful links in here for people. This is by no means a complete list, but hopefully it’ll help get y’all started.
poor thing, you didn't expect them to team up after being a brat all day :( ordered into price's office and suddenly held down in a full Nelson by ghost in his laps, the other's circling around with disapproving looks and you just know what's coming:((
gaz is the first one, slapping your poor pussy but stopping to play with it every now and then, spreading your slick all over it before price goes next:( he's so mean, calloused hands n thick fingers spanking your pussy harshly, it's already so red n puffy by the time he lets ghost take over. ghost reaches over your shoulder to keep you in place, his big hand crashing down on your cunt until it gets tired. soap's the last one, he's mean and giving rapid small slaps, spreading your pussy lips apart to hit your clit over and over again until you finally squirt :(
the boys all grin and chuckle, watching you make a wet mess all over, teasing you and telling you to think twice before being such a brat next time, all while their hands are all over you to soothe you:((
“what the fuck did you just say to me?” you watched as katsuki lowered his shades, squinting at you in disbelief, his scowl deepening more than usual.
fuck…he was giving you that look. the look that said you better start praying to a higher power, and start now.
“nothing.”
“it was /not/ nothing. say it again…”
so what, you called him an asshole, okay you called him a fucking asshole, but in hindsight he was being one. your thoughts redirected to him right now, suddenly gripping your jaw in his hand, blocking the sun out of your face.
“say it again. i fucking dare you.”
“i’m sorry-“
“you know i don’t like those filthy words coming out of your mouth. too fuckin’ pretty for that. didn’t i tell you that?”
your gaze flicked back and forth from him and the rather full parking lot, embarrassment flooding your gut and warming your cheeks.
“yes sir.”
“do i have to remind you how to use your damn mouth?” he raised a thick eyebrow while you contemplated if this was a trick question or not.
“no..?”
he gave a dark chuckle, “well of course you’d say no. your little brain is too dumb to know what’s good for you, isn’t that right pup?”
you nodded in his grip, your ears feeling as if they were on fire. he let you go, going back to opening the passenger side door for you.
“get your ass in the car and be grateful i didn’t pop you in the fuckin’ mouth for that slip up.”
you moved with a purpose, letting him buckle you in. surely you’d feel a little more grateful if you knew you were off the hook. that wasn’t applicable here though because the blonde was already on the phone.
“deku, you won’t believe the stunt this spoiled brat just pulled,” he gave you a grin as he spoke into the receiver, slamming your door closed.
@bakubunny @neon-gothicc since he had talked about this, about daddy!kats not letting his baby use bad words
eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness
Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader
Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?
Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut
Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse
Part I
✧ Chapter 1
✧ Chapter 2
✧ Chapter 3
✧ Chapter 4
✧ Chapter 5
✧ Chapter 6
Part II
✧ Chapter 7
✧ Chapter 8
✧ Chapter 9
✧ Chapter 10
Part III
✧ Chapter 11
✧ Chapter 12
✧ Chapter 13
✧ Chapter 14
✧ Chapter 15
✧ Chapter 16
Part IV
✧ Chapter 17
✧ Chapter 18
✧ Chapter 19
✧ Chapter 20
✧ Chapter 21
✧ Chapter 22
✧ Chapter 23
✧ Chapter 24
✧ Chapter 25
✧ Chapter 26
✧ Chapter 27
Part V
✧ Chapter 28
✧ Chapter 29
✧ Chapter 30
✧ Chapter 31
Extras
The First Christmas ~ Christmas special
Stories ~ Yoongi’s POV of the last scene in chapter 24
you gotta be doing something ridiculous for him to be fucking you like in the car like that in BROAD DAYLIGHT
“pa i wanna go homeeeee” you groaned as you watching ony roll up his window after selling to another customer. a long sigh left his mouth as he shook his head and put the money in his glovebox. you been sitting in this damn car for hours, watching your man do the same thing over and over again as he played his stupid drill music throughout the vehicle. “mama whas wrong now” he mumbled, giving you a bored expression as he looked you up and down in your pretty outfit. a smirk grew on his face as he thought unholy scenarios about what he’d do to you in the backseat with that skimpy thing on. “y’look sexy baby. give daddy a kiss”
a mean mug quickly grew on your face. this man just completely ignored your complaint and threw his head straight into the gutter. this that shit you be talking about, him not listening when you need him to, but always expecting you to do so when he wants you to. “no nigga i wanna go the fuck home” you said. your words didn’t really bother him that much, besides the cursing. ony was in a good mood today, he made a lot of money and planned to spend it all on you later despite your attitude. “aye aye…be nice” he mumbled, moving his head over the center console to give you a kiss.
once again this man didn’t give you the reaction you wanted, so you pushed your luck. before he got too close you decided that it’d be okay to take your hand and mush it across his cheek. ony seen it coming though so he moved back, but your long stiletto nails still grazed his cheek, making a small scratch appear on his upper cheek. fear quickly ran through your bones as you watched your boyfriend lightly tap the scratch on his face, a small drop of blood sitting on his finger as he picked his head up and looked straight at you. “b-baby i-” “get in the fucking back”
this was the one time in your life where you felt like you deserved what was happening to you. back arched deep into the cousin of his seats as your angry boyfriend fucked you with anger in the backseat. his big hand wrapped around your ankle to keep you from running as he let you cry out many apologies and promises. “daddy m’sorryyyyy” you whined, your arm stretching towards the door to try to pull yourself away from his brutal thrusts. “w-won’t do it again i swearrrr” ony scoffed, fucking you so hard that you couldn’t even keep your arm up. too fucked out to even remember that you were trying to run. “fuck up….puttin y’fuckin hands on me, you crazy or sum?”
his thrusts deepened, making a scream erupt from your throat as you quickly laid your hand on top of his. your hand shook, the repeated tapping of your skin on his making ony look down towards your tore up state. “what? you tappin?” he said, his voice deep and angry as he didn’t stop or slow his trusts. you nodded your head quickly, lifting it from the seat so you can speak. drool and tears fell from your glossy lips as you took deep breaths of air as if you were suffocating. “i know i was wrong daddy, but…..but i really can’t t-take itttt” ony slid his hand up and down your back, keeping his voice soft as he spit his mean words at you. “awww mama…i really don’t give a fuck” he roughly pushed you down, holding the back of your neck as he pushed you down into the cushion.
“you gon take this fucking dick until daddy say you done aight? ion play that shit and ima make sure it don’t happen ever again”
It's the burn of hindsight, that fuzzy little thing called moribund that leaks into your marrow as you all take turns showering (they let you go first, unspoken, of course), and converge around the large meeting room where everything—including Simon Riley—was exposed.
Several drinks in, Gaz turns to you and says: never have I ever… had a gangbang before, and things quickly devolved from there.
(Well. You can scratch that off your bucket list.)
Simon, Price, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy x f!Reader
⇾warnings: unfettered filth; gendered reader, gendered terminology, female!reader; oral—m&f receiving; unsafe sex; p-in-v sex, fingering; anal, rimming, anal fingering; this is a 6 man gangbang ummmmmmmm what more can i add?
⇾notes: um. yeah. it is what it is and it is nasty.
thank you so much @moondirti for encouraging me to write this, and @sprout-fics and @guyfieriii for the juicy ideas (and full credit for the makeout sess with Rudy goes to @guyfieriii) 🖤
(@ tumblrstaff, please don't delete my blog for this)
also, thank u so much cod fandom. if this revokes my fandom license, just know that it's an absolute honour and privilege to go out into the way i came in—with nothing but filth.
you only have yourselves to blame. and this person in particular 😭
It starts like this:
Price, a little bruised around the edges, and worn from the helicopter, grumbles about needing a drink. Gaz, a little quieter than usual, a little subdued, nods firmly beside him.
It's a spate—Shepherd, Graves—and the cumulation of it all leaves you feeling a little lour, a little out of it. Betrayal, death. You all reek of gunpowder and ichor.
That may be why there is a palpable sense of relief when Alejandro and Rudy fish out some bottles stashed away in the kitchen. He holds two by the nozzle, hefts them in the air, and says:
Who wants some?
No one, not even Ghost, says no.
It's the burn of hindsight, that fuzzy little thing called moribund that leaks into your marrow as you all take turns showering (they let you go first, unspoken, of course), and converge around the large meeting room where everything—including Simon Riley—was exposed.
Several drinks in, Gaz turns to you and says: never have I ever…, and things quickly devolved from there.
That was then, before you knew how Price, Soap, Gaz Alejandro, and Rodolfo, liked to kiss.
Price—rough, just like everything else about him; shades of smouldering tobacco leaves in the form of an unrelenting powerplay. He batters you into docility, leaves you feeling vapid and stupid by the time his hands rubs circles on the small of your back, the other holding your chin and leading you—always a leader, always—in whichever direction he wants. He's a thinly-veiled lesson in discipline. When you stray from his command, his fingers—thick, and bruising—are immediately there to reprimand you. He tastes like leather and smells like suede. His beard grazes your face until you feel a little sunburnt, a little dazed. He smells of low-grade motor oil and charred pinyon, and the musk of it makes you feel more intoxicated than the aged tequila on your tongue.
His tongue curls over your teeth and the noises he lets out are rasping guttural growls. The kicking engine of a classic car that was left to idle for too long. An American muscle car, maybe. The whiplash bellow of a Hemi purring against your lips. A mustang, a Chevelle. Something drenched in masculinity and oozing authority.
It's controlled. Blistering. He shifts your body around until you're tucked into the warm press of his chest. His hold is ironclad. No escape.
It's Soap, then, something falling from his lips. My turn, maybe. But nothing is solid in the effervescent grey matter saturating your thoughts. You feel drunk with pink peppercorn and sweetgrass when it envelopes you from behind.
His hands pull you away from Price, murmurs of soft words, things meant for a lover spill from his full pink lips. So pretty, hen; gonna make you feel so good. His eagerness shows he slots his pelvis to yours, and the hard, firm bulge of him nearly has you seeing stars.
Soap lingers for a moment, fingers tracing the wet curve of your raw lips, chafed and irritated by the bristles of Price's beard.
It wouldn't be wrong to call the way he touches the drying amalgam of yours and Price's—captain Price, superior, boss; untouchable—saliva obscene. It's filthy the way he grazes his finger under the curve of your lip, eyes honeycomb and wanting.
"Wanna gimme a kiss, hen?"
When he asks you like that, soft and hushed, the ghost of his breath across your stinging lips, you can't say no.
His mouth is molten on yours. He kisses you like he's starving for it. It's wet, and messy. Spittle drips down your chin when he shoves his tongue in your cavern, chasing your taste. Teeth clash, and your lips are pulled softly into his mouth until they swell, bruised and numbed. He only pulls away when you gasp, begging for air, grinning wickedly in the amber glow.
You barely have a second to catch your breath before Gaz is there, hands firm on your ass, dragging you into him.
Gaz peppers you in small, full kisses. Open mouth, teeth sinking into the plush bed of your bottom lip, suckling it into his mouth. Then he pulls away, leaves you dazed, and leaning forward, chasing the thrill of him. He huffs, hands sliding around the curve of your waist. Want it bad, eh?
A tidal wave. A storm surge. They batter against you until you're drunk off the taste of them. An illicit elixir of sin. A tantalising tease of what's to come.
Alejandro kisses you with unmatched finesse. Velvet soft sensuality that tastes of spiced clove and armoise. It starts slow. Just the press of his lips on yours. They lift into a grin, teeth sealed when you whimper and try to chase the santalum on his tongue. He laughs: a low, throaty chuckle, and wedges the tip between his teeth. A small taste, but not nearly enough to satiate you. You feel a little bit like you're floating in the clouds when his tongue finally fills the gap between your teeth; roiling over every inch of space he can find.
You feel like a beached log—ruined by the gritty sand on the bottom of the seafloor, and spat back out into dry land. Covered in the taste of them all, you find yourself slipping off a steep precipice into a chasm you can't climb out of.
It's Rodolfo, then, who grounds you.
His hand is warm on your chin—a beacon of light in a dark tunnel. His lips are a balm to your irritated, bruised flesh. It's sweet. The taste of sweet Brachetto d'Acqui and hedgerow blossoms. He smells of golden copal and kisses you like he's pressing his lips to the hands of his Father; a baptism in soft skin and reverent touches that make you feel like you've been found. Its featherlight whispers of his lips across your skin: the corners of your mouth, the soft skin between your chin and lower lip.
Hands on your waist, hot and heavy. Soap sinks his face in the space between your shoulder blades with a slow drawl of your name, teeth grazing your flesh. His stubble abrades your flesh until you're trembling in their embrace. Static shocks of pleasure bloom in the pits of your stomach.
Rodolfo's head drops, murmured words spilling in hymnals as he nuzzles your neck. Soft, gentle. He puts you together again just to dissolve you into ashes from psalms.
Gaz leaks grape cigarillos, and nag champa incense when he presses flush to your side.
It's when he asks Alejandro if there's any oil, any lube, does it start to sink into your sun-warmed flesh that this is happening. It's real.
You could blame Gaz— never have I ever had a threesome or a gangbang —but the idea mushroomed inside of your head, sporous and damning, until it was all you could think about. you, of course, weren't immune to the sudden hush that fell over the group drinking near the table when you stammered out your answer:
No, I've never had a threesome or a gangbang before.
It all happened so suddenly. The atmosphere was a rich, dense cloud of feverish energy buzzing around you; a miasma of hedonism in smoke and white musk.
Price, then, behind you. Alejandro's barking laughter (no way, cariño, you're too beautiful to never have been fucked like that before). The way Soap's eyes gleamed in the light. Rudy's quiet shake of his head. Ghost's eyes liquifying: heavy, midnight oil on your skin. The sound of glass cracking when Gaz said:
Well, would you?
Would I…? Silence. Poignant. Stifling.
Would you ever have a gangbang?
It spiralled from there. Gaz's words burrowing into your skin. His hands—are hot and heavy on your body. Soap dropping to his knees as he lifted your leg up on his shoulder, breathing deeply against your clothed cunt.
Want to, hen? Wanna take all a'us?
Alejandro's sharp breath. Might break her, hermano. Don't know about you, but I'm a big man.
Yeah, Price's mouth on yours, breath ghosting over your trembling lips. The scratch of his beard rubbing your skin until it was pink and flushed. Ain't the only one, mate.
Lips searing into yours. Sensual rolls of his tongue from Alejandro, hands roaming across your back. A soft, sweet series of kisses that left you breathless from Rudy. Messy, almost hypoxia-inducing ones from Soap that made your head spin, and drool dripped down your chin, your neck, covering your chest. An intense, blistering assault by Gaz, his hand firm on the nape of your neck.
It felt a little bit like a dream. Feverish and desperate. Tinged in the surrealism of being passed around like a prized trophy kissed after a well-won match.
It feels like a cacoethes and carries the taste of Alejandro's tequila. Bad decisions made under terrible influence.
And now—
Now:
There are hands on your body—many of them, in fact: Price holding the back of your knees up to your chest as he swipes his tongue over your aching cunt, lapping at your clit; Soap's on your nipples, pinching and tugging until you're mewling at the sharp pleasure-pain that ripples down your spine. Rodolfo stroking your face, murmuring in dulcet Spanish about how good you are, how pretty you look with your captain between your thighs. Alejandro's fingers ghosting over your torso, and trailing down to your throbbing clit when Price forces the thick of his tongue inside your quivering hole.
It edges into overstimulation; you're equally aware of every single brush across your trembling flesh, and completely gone at the same time. Dissolved into liquid mush.
And they haven't even really started yet.
Gaz is gone somewhere in search of the petroleum jelly in the office upstairs. Ghost leans against the wall—not willing, you think, to partake but still here, still watching you spread out on the table where he dropped his mask for the first time as everyone touches you.
"Fuck, cariño," Alejandro rasps, his finger pressing against your clit in tandem with Price's tongue fucking into the clutch of you. It's too much—his voice is heavy with sin and the heft of it makes you quake. "Bonita. You're so pretty like this, eh? All flushed pretty carmesí and aching for it."
Rodolfo, Rudy he murmurs low in your ear when you whimper his name, chuckles. "She's stunning, eh, hermano."
"Fuckin' right," Soap breathes, his fingers drifting across your smeared lips. "You want this, aye, bonnie? Want us to fuck you silly?"
All you can do is moan brokenly around his hand, fingers rubbing across your tongue.
"Where's Gaz?" Price grumbles into your cunt, beard grazing your inner thighs. "Wanna fuck this tight pussy already, love. Need to feel you around my cock—"
He punctuates his words with the tips of his blunt fingers, pushing two of them into your dripping hole. The sting makes you keen, makes your knees shake. You want to say too much, too sudden, but you can't speak around the three fingers shoved into your throat.
The look on your face makes Alejandro groan. "I want your mouth, cariño. Can I?"
"Christ, hermano," Soap huffs, amused. Tone draped in sex. It makes your thighs quiver. "Ready to start, then?"
"I am," Price grouses, nose flushed against your clit. "I've been thinkin' about this cunt for a long time, love."
They move in tandem. Seamless weaving with one singular goal of stuffing you full of all of them.
Soap pulls his hand away, rubbing your slick over his flushed cock.
You moan against Alejandro's cock when he presses it to the seal of your quivering mouth. His hand is firm on your head, but his eyes are gentle. He waits for you, holding still until you give him your affirmation to continue. The sight of his flushed, tanned cock makes you whimper. He smells of sin: oud and myrrh; heady and thick. Your head swims with the way it clots in your lungs.
Your mouth aparts, tongue rolling out over the weeping head of his cock. It's salty. Brinny. You moan a little when it slides deeper into your mouth.
"Jesus—," Soap pants, rough and slurred. The noise jars into you.
Hands fall over you again, and you lose track of who is touching you when Price groans into your cunt, and Alejandro pushes your jaw open wider, sliding more of his cock into your mouth.
The air buzzes with something bordering on frenetic. Pent up energy from the success of the mission, the alcohol spuming in your veins. The high of the win burns through everyone.
This—a gangbang —would never have happened if it wasn't somehow the perfect storm, the coalescence of all the right emotions.
It's intense. Surreal.
And then Alejandro pitches his hips forward with a smoked groan, murmurs:
"Fuck, gonna cum, cariño. Are you gonna swallow it for me?"
A hushed silence falls around you. It's one thing to attend, but another to partake, and you wonder if they are realising that this is the point of no return.
It's met with a soft moan.
You want it. Want his cum. Want to taste more of that salty haar tang in your throat, feel it settle in the pit of your belly. Hot and syrupy thick.
He pitches his hips forward, hand sliding up the length of his cock not buried in your throat, stroking himself as you suckle on his head. It's sloppy, and wet, and fuck —
Alejandro is the first to cum. The first to spill his milky release on your tongue. It's salty, briny. Not at all dissimilar to the margaritas he handed you hours ago.
His moan is choked and hoarse, a low bellow in the depths of his belly that rumbles through you in a series of deep uh, uh, uhs.
You barely have time to swallow when Rudy is there. Hands on your cheek, eyes lidded and pleading. Can I, cariño?
Alejandro's cum spills from your tongue when he pulls away, dribbling down your chin, neck. It puddles on your chest where Soap's thumb catches the droplets, smearing them around your hard nipples.
You nod, swallowing down the mouthful of cum, brows furrowed in pleasure with each roll of Price's tongue laving at your cunt; the gentle way Soap kneads your flesh.
Rudy shuffles closer, and the flavour of cardamom spumes around you. His body burns hot, heavy cock twitching in his grip. Your mouth drops, tongue lulling out, and he grunts at the sight, eyes cresting.
"You're beautiful, mi Reina."
Rudy's cock brushes across your tongue, eyes shuddering when you wrap your lips around him, head tipping back in pleasure. "Fuck…"
Your tongue laves over his slit, tasting the salty spill of him. His breath is ragged, heavy. There is no warning—just a strangled choke of your name—and then he's cumming on your tongue, ropes spurting over your cheeks and chin.
You gasp, wet and broken, and absolutely filthy.
"That's it—," Price mumbles against you, blowing a huff of air across your slit. It makes your toes curl—the perfect mix of not enough and too much, and—
Rudy strokes your hair, eyes glazed. The angle is awkward, but his mouth slots over yours, tongue rubbing over the mess they made of you. He kisses you like he's worshipping you. Like you're the best thing he'd ever tasted, and he can't get enough.
There is a blunt pressure against your core. A delicious coil inside of you unspooling.
Price has three fingers buried to the knuckle inside of you, tongue rolling over your clit, when you cum around him, knees shaking as you moan at the tight clutch of your walls stretched taut.
"Fuck," Soap breathes, taking Rudy's place when he pulls away from you, lips red and glossy. He pushes his blunt head against your cheek. Cum spurts out, splattering across your face in thick milky ropes. "That's what you sound like when you cum? Jesus—"
You barely have time to catch your breath when Price lifts his head, beard soaked in your slick. Heat pools in your belly again at the sight. He looks like ruin. Wet and dark, and hungry. You whimper when he rubs the scuff of his damp beard over your spread pussy. Coarse hair grazes your clit, and the spark of pleasure has you seeing double. Makes liquid bliss bloom in your chest.
"Couldn't wait, eh, cap?" Gaz returns with a wink, waving the bottle of jelly in his hands when he moves into your periphery.
"Can it, and get over here."
"Impatient."
Price helps you sit up, mouth stinging, and sticky with cum and saliva. His eyes catch in the dimming light high in the rafts. Drunken desire spools in the shades of sapphire blue. His thumb brushes across the corner of your mouth.
"Might have to see you like this more often, love."
"Shooting your shot already, cap?" Gaz drawls, humour lacing in his tone.
"Not my fault you waited too long."
"You're lucky," Alejandro rumbles. Firm hands fall to your shoulders, rubbing the knots in your back until your head falls, forehead pressed to Price's chest with a moan. "Should stay here, cariño. I'll make you happy. Get you nice and fat on Mexican food, and swollen with mis hijos e hijas."
"Sí," Rudy's lips brush the shell of your ear, whispering saccharine words in Spanish. "We'll live on the farm. Drinking wine every day. I'll take you to the coast."
You shudder, belly spuming with heat. Overwhelmed, dizzy. It's a dangerous elixir. A deadly combination. It makes you want, yearn.
"No way," Soap huffs. "She's comin' home with us. Back to the UK where she can sit on my cock whenever she wants—"
"You're all wrong," Gaz scoffs. "Price called dibs the moment—"
"That's enough." His command is rough, dry.
Gaz glances at you, and the humour shifts. Darkens. "Fuck, look what they did to you already."
You feel it, thick and viscous, on your burning skin. The flush deepens. You can only imagine what you look like. Your lashes are clumped together, and heavy. Cheeks irritated from the beard burn and the saline smear of cum over your flesh. Swollen, cock-bruised lips. Messy in voluptuary pearlescent.
"You look good," Soap says, taut, and slightly breathless.
They stare at you like you're a banquet—a feast. Your heart thuds in your chest, cum-filled belly rolling. Its—
Powerful. Sensual.
Price's eyes flutter when he leans over you, hands feverish when they fall on your skin. "Gotta move you, now, love. That alright?"
You swallow and taste the ocean. The sea. "Y—yeah."
He shudders. A frisson flurries across his face. "Good."
His hands are solid on your body as they manoeuvre you until your belly is flushed to the table, panting against the damp fabric beneath you. He presses his cock against your ass, letting you feel the iron-hard, velvety soft heat of him. You push your hips back, cunt throbbing. You want it. Want his cock. Want him to fill you up until you're stuffed and fat, and—
Happy, Alejandro said. Happy.
"Soon, love," his voice is a thunderclap in a bottle. You tremble when the balmy heat of him moves away from you, leaving you spread and exposed.
"Fuck," Gaz murmurs. His hand trails down your spine, fingers slipping between the crease of your ass.
He spoke to you about it already. Five of us. Wanna—he licked his lips, eyes hooded and caramel rich—wanna let me fuck your ass?
In for a penny.
Gaz shushes you when you whimper, mouth ghosting over the soft flesh of your ass. He wastes no time. His fingers dig into your cheeks, spreading them open. You mewl. Your body is electrified: too much, too soon, too raw—too exposed; but Gaz groans deep in his throat.
"Fuck, look at you."
He doesn't give you a moment; doesn't waver even when Soap tells him to move away so they can see. There is no preamble. His tongue laves over your asshole, a filthy grunt spilling from his lips as he tastes your flesh.
"Steamin' Jesus, Gaz," Soap groans. Slick noises can be heard behind you. "Fuckin' Christ—"
It's strange. The sensation is heightened by the awareness that everyone—everyone—is watching Gaz devour your ass like it's the best meal he's had in weeks. You quiver, dropping your head into the table. Price stands by your side, cock jerking each time you moan.
His hand on your head is a comfort. A heavy weight. Your hips rock back into Gaz's tongue, keening when it slips into your hole. It doesn't hurt, but there's an insistent pressure as he stretches you open.
A cold, slick finger joins soon after, and the ache makes you choke.
"S'alright, love," Price murmurs, and your lachrymose eyes blink open, gritty and sticky, and dart to him. His hand tightens around the base of his cock. Your cunt throbs at the sight. "Focus on me, yeah?"
"C—captain—"
The rawness in your voice makes him groan. Makes them groan. You can hear Alejandro swear. Soap grunt. More slick noises reverberate around you, and you flush. Cheeks burning. They're getting themselves off to this. To Gaz fingering your tight asshole open for their cocks. Another hole for them to slip inside.
Fuck, fuck fuck—
"That's it," Price coos, low and smoky, and filled with rough tobacco.
His hand threads through your hair as Soap's roam your body, slipping beneath your chest and the table, punching your nipples, stroking your belly. Rudy, or maybe Alejandro—you can't see, can't tell—tap on your clit as two fingers are pushed back into your throbbing cunt.
You want them. Want it.
"P—please—"
Price groans, his cock spitting out prespend that dribbles down the length of him. "I want you to suck my cock, love. Will you do that for me?"
You nod, core quivering as a rush of heat flutters down to the base of your spine. You still taste Alejandro, Rudy, on your tongue.
You wonder if Price tastes just as good.
Price helps you move, and angles his cock toward you, grunting when your wet, sloppy mouth seals over the head.
He tastes even better. Salty and bitter. Tobacco ash and smoke. You want to drown in it.
Gaz stretches your ass as you swallow your captain's cock, and your head still spins with that notion, not quite able to believe you're on your knees for them, spread open, and being readied for all of them that take.
It cudgels into your stomach: a gnarling frisson that makes throb, makes you push back onto Gaz's fingers, his tongue, and moan around Price's cock.
"That enough, Gaz?" He sounds wrecked when he speaks. Ashes and gasoline; it's saturated in want. The air crackles with impatience.
His tongue slides across your fluttering hole in a long, wet stripe, as if savouring the taste of you before he pulls back.
"Yeah—," it's wet when it slurs out of him. His fingers press against your loose hole, moaning a little when you greedily take the tips inside. "Fuck, she's more than ready, cap."
Price wastes no time. He pulls you off of him, and the others—all communicating in a series of strange commands you can't decipher through the rush in your head—all make room for him.
He turns you around, and lifts you onto the table, legs spread around the thick of him. His cock throbs against your pussy when you wiggle back, trying to get comfortable on the bed of masks—Ghost's masks—and it hits you, now, that you're going to get fucked. That your pussy and your ass have been stretched, prepped, and are ready for them. All of them.
He stares down at you, nostrils flaring, and the dark look in his molten sapphire gaze makes you wonder if he feels it, too. If it's hitting him with just as much of a punch as it is you.
His cock nudges against your hole. He pauses, eyes flickering up from the seal of your cunt around his flushed, engorged head, to confirm, one last time, if you want this. If you're sure.
It's debauched and absolutely filthy, but—your hand reaches out when Soap steps up, cock bobbing with each step, and you grasp his shaft. Alejandro's fingers ghost over your bruised, swollen mouth, and you let him lead your head to his throbbing cock, lips sealing over the leaking head.
Rudy's hands are reverent when he takes your other hand, bringing it to his length.
It's all the confirmation he needs, but still. Price waits. Your heart thunders in your chest. Your captain—always so—
The thought is nipped when you nod around Alejandro, and he pushes inside of your pussy. Stretching your cunt with his girth. You moan, legs falling open wider as he splits you apart.
It's good. It's too much. It's—
He feeds it into you, lips curled up in a snarl as you split around him. He grunts—rasping growls that spool inside of your core until you're white-hot, and whimpering.
"Come on, love," is rucked from his throat. A battering ram against your chest swinging hard, and ferocious until you see stars. "You can take me."
It makes you tremble. Makes the world around you grind together; tectonic plates shifting, crashing. Earthquake tremors along the base of your spine, rattling your bones. It cracks them open, and leaks Nirvana through your bloodstream.
Price's cock wrenches you open. Each inch jarring the soporific slurry of sex and smoke congealing heavy in your veins until you're mewling around Alejandro's cock.
His groans of pleasure as resin thick; smouldering sandalwood. Cracking sap. He works himself inside of you, gruff praises falling from his still-damp lips. You feel good. This pretty cunt was made to get ruined, wasn't it? Take me, love. That's it. They slide over your skin, oud oil and syrup thick, until your flesh prickles with goosebumps.
Alejandro's cock hits the gummy walls of your throat, his grunt curls over you. Clove and amber. You burn. There is a give, and then—
His hips slide against yours, cunt stuffed to the brim with his cock. Tears leak down your cheeks at the feeling of him sitting so heavy inside of you, at the blunt press of Alejandro's cock choking you in shallow thrusts.
"Bloody hell—," he groans, head tipping back as he stares at the seal of your pussy taut around the base. "Look'it you. So full of cock. You look like you were made for this, pretty thing."
"Our little slut, eh?" Alejandro huffs, pushing his hips closer to your face as you lap at him. "If her pussy feels as good as her mouth, hermano, I won't last too long."
"Fuck, can't wait to fuck you next," Soap grunts, his hand wrapping around yours as he guides you along, showing you what he likes. "Cannae fuckin—"
Rudy's hand falls to your swaying chest, rubbing your aching nipples as Price begins to fuck you, filling you up over and over again with his fat cock.
It's good. It's so fucking good. You whine around Alejandro, and feel molten pleasure bloom in your belly as they use you, revere you; eyes fixed on your body as you take them all in.
"I'm gonna cum soon," Price grunts, his hips pistoning into you hard enough to jar the table. The metal legs grind against the cement floor. The room filled with the scent of sex and the lewd noises that spill from the wet squelch of your cunt greedily swallowing down your captain's cock. The suckling sound of Alejandro fucking your throat. "Look at you, look at this pretty fucking cunt taking me—"
Soap's fingers fall to your clit as Price hits the plug of your womb with the blunt head of his cock, sending pleasure ricocheting down your spine until you're arching off the table. Muscles coil, tightening together as he knocks into the soft walls of your pussy, sending you reeling.
"Ah, fuck—," Alejandro grunts. "I'm gonna cum, cariño. You'll swallow it for me, eh? Swallow it all—fuck—"
He cums down your throat for the second time, hands stroking your face as he feeds it to you with muttered words in slurred Spanish too fast for you to pick up.
You can't focus. Can't think—
The taste of cum on your tongue, the blissed noses that spill around you, and the way Price fucks you deep, battering against your fluttering walls have you seeing stars.
You moan, nearly choking on the thick cum that drenches you. Soap leans down, spits on your clit, and rubs the mess in with his fingers. It's feral. It's disgusting—
Your cunt spasms as you're shoved over the precipice, squeezing and throbbing like a heartbeat around the thick plug of Price's cock as he spears it against your womb; a battering ram into your flesh.
"Jesus, captain," Soap sounds awed, voice pitched low and slurred. "Just givin' it to her, aye?"
"Fuckin' hell—"
He cums inside of you with a grunt of your name draped in liquid sin. Cock twitching deep inside of you, pressed taut to your womb. He holds it there and makes you take it. Drowns your cunt in his thick cum.
It's wet between your thighs. Your throat clicks when you swallow, nose burning from the flood of briny cum Alejandro poured down your throat.
Price pulls out slowly, taps the head of his sticky cock against your clit, and you flush at the feeling of him leaking out of you.
There is no respite. Gaz's hands are on your body, head numb and fuzzy, as they speak about the intricacies of fucking you, of filling you up.
"Think she's ready for two?"
"Are you?" Soap's fingers fall to your aching cunt, spreading the thick cum around your clit. "Can you take us both?"
"No. Not yet." It's Ghost who speaks, and your belly rolls at the low husk of his voice.
"Yeah, give her one more."
Soap's fingers slip into your cunt, and curl against your sensitive walls. "Fuck, captain. You filled her up good."
Rudy's thumb presses against the seam of your mouth, eyes pleading when he stares down at you. His thick cock grasped in his hand.
You're little more than a ragdoll. An offering between the gods. Soap parts your thighs, head tapping against your throbbing cunt.
Price leans against a beam close by, eyes burning into you in search of any glimmer of distress. Having him close by calms you. Makes you relax. You settle, mouth popping open for Rudy as Soap pushes himself into your pussy.
"Fuck, your pussy feels incredible—"
He lets out a string of curses in rapid-fire Scots, burying the full length of himself into your cunt.
He fucks you like he's aching for it. A madman. His hips bludgeon into you until you're seeing stars, until you're choking around Rudy's cock. It's too much. Too much—
You want more.
Rudy's hands are gentle on your face, brushing your hair away as he cants his hips. His cock slides over your tongue, and you try to hollow your cheeks, to make it good for him, but the blistering pleasure makes your mouth fall open.
"It's okay, bonita." He murmurs, resting his head on your tongue as he fists the length of himself. "Just like this, okay? Just like this. Let me—," he fucks into his palm, eyes rolling back as he rubs his weeping slit over your tongue.
Gaz's hand grabs your swaying breasts in his hand. "I'm gonna fuck your ass next, yeah? Gonna split your little hole open on my cock. You don't want, don't you? Wanna be fucked in all holes, like a little whore."
Fuck. Fuck—
Rudy pushes his cock into your mouth, groaning as molten cum sputters out, drenching your tongue and cheeks.
"Oh, fuck—," Soap pants, hips slamming into you. His eyes are fixed on your messy face. "You look so fuckin' pretty with cum all over you, so fuckin' good for us, aye?"
His eyes snap shut, brow furrowed in pleasure as he buries the full length of himself inside of your spasming pussy, filling you with another load of cum.
It's good. It's so good. The sensation of hands on your body isn't foreign anymore. Alejandro moves when Rudy finishes, stroking your hair, and leaning down to kiss your forehead. You go to him eagerly, mouth parting as he slips his softened cock into your mouth.
Words are murmured around you, grunts and groans of pleasure so robust and full that you clench, aching at the sound of their bliss.
Fingers on your nipples, your clit, makes you see white. Makes your back arch as liquid pleasure blooms inside your core again.
Soap pulls out, and you barely have time to mourn the loss of him when Gaz slots between your legs, fingers falling to your ass, and slipping inside with a groan.
"Nice and loose, now," he purrs, spreading his fingers inside your tight channel. "Gonna fuck this pretty asshole. Gonna fucking ruin you. Alejandro's gonna fuck your pussy after, eh? Maybe me and Price can fill you up at the same time, huh?"
"Gaz," his name is drenched in smoke, a shuddering rumble that stabs tight into your core when Price speaks. Your cunt throbs at the thought. "If you don't hurry up—"
"Alright, alright, cap."
Rudy's behind you at the head of the table, hands roaming over your skin, smearing cum all over your flesh. He murmurs low, sweet words in Spanish you can't hear over the roaring in your ears when Gaz spreads your legs, cock nudging against your virgin hole. It's comforting, though. His presence is solid. Your hands grip his forearms, whining at the sting, the blunt pressure pushing into you.
Soap groans. You can hear his voice to your left along with slick sounds of him touching his spent cock.
"That's so fuckin' hot. Steamin' fucking Jesus—"
You're relaxed enough that Gaz slips inside without much of a burn. It feels strange: a heavy pressure, a slight sting. You're prepared enough that it's more foreign, and uncomfortable than it is painful. But it's—
Full.
You moan when his hips buck shallowly, pushing more of him into your asshole. It's weird. It's strange. It's—
"How does it feel, love?"
Price's fingers fall on your throbbing clit. Alejandro's—you think, maybe; you can't see through the blurred tears in your eyes—push into your sopping cunt, groaning wetly at the lewd squelch of the cum inside of you.
"It's—"
Belly full. A pressure unlike anything you'd felt before. Snug, and tight, and—
"Good," you whimper, arching your back. Your nipples are tugged. Pussy stuffed with three of Alejandro's fingers. Ass full of Gaz when he finally, finally, bottoms out with a moan. "It's so good—"
He fucks you slow, steady. Savouring the tight clench of you around him.
Price works your clit, murmuring about how good you are. How pretty you look, full of cum and getting your ass stuffed with cock.
"You were made for this, weren't you? Little cockslut."
It punches the air from your lungs when he hisses it into your ear.
Gaz pushes the length of himself inside your ass, moaning about how tight you are. How he can't wait to fill you up. His hands fall, sliding over your ass cheeks until he brushes over the rim of your stretched hole, hips stuttering.
"God," he chokes. "Fuck, you look good."
"Yeah, she does," Soap breathes, hands palming at your body, rough and hot and tacky with his release. They glide up the length of your body, pressing into your swollen mouth. "Open up for me."
His fingers taste of pennies when he pushes them against your tongue, stroking over your flesh. He thrusts them in tandem to the rolls of Gaz's cock splitting you deeply. It's a filthy crescendo of moans, grunts, the sloppy wet sound of your gummy mouth being fucked by three of Soap's fingers, and the lewd, fleshy snap of Gaz's pelvis and thighs slapping against yours.
Rudy strokes your hair, pushing the tangled mess of it out of your eyes, and murmurs about how good you're being. The soft praise prickles over you like the warm glow from an altar candle. The heat makes your eyes burn, stinging with tears, and you take what they give you, and try not to get lost in the rapture of their flesh staining your skin.
Price's finger pushes against your sensitive clit. Rudy's soft voice permeates around like burning incense. The heavy weight, the foreign slide, of Gaz stretching your channel makes you keen low in your throat, muffled by the messy drag of Soap's knuckles on the roof of your mouth.
You cum again, shuddering from the billowing pleasure blanketing you from all sides, and fall into the embrace of Rudy's arms. Price's hands are a plinth on your hips, keeping you up, keeping you grounded, and Gaz works himself to completion, scorched words of bliss spilling from gritted teeth.
Soap leans down, tongue catching the mess spilling from your gaping mouth. Alejandro rubs your fluttering walls. It's intense. Overwhelming. You're surrounded by a dense smog of pleasure and musk: clove cigarettes, bayberry, oakmoss, and the thick tang of a wet, loam and humus forest.
The drawling moan Gaz lets out makes your core ache. He buries himself deep, hips glued to the plush seam of your ass, and he spills deep inside of you.
"Joder, cariño, you look good with your ass stuffed, eh?"
You can't speak around Soap's fingers. The only noise that spills is a sloppy, wet moan.
Gaz presses kisses into your spine, slowly, slowly, pulling out of your ass.
"Yeah, she does." He slurs, rubbing his chin over the small of your back. "Who's next?"
Everything blurs into a fever dream of hands and tongues, and the delicious stretch of your cunt, your ass, as they stuff you full of them. Filthy words are whispered into your temple as they grow bolder with your body.
Price gets you off just by slapping his palm over your clit until you clench around Rudy's cock. Soap licks up your tears, fingers pressed as far down your throat as he can get them, and murmurs how sexy you look full of cum. How he can't get enough of your tight cunt and pretty little hole.
You were made for them, Alejandro whispers, and pulls your hips down until you're seated on his cock. The blunt head of Rudy's cock soon presses to your wet asshole, bottoming out with a deep groan. His hands are reverent as they run across your flesh, choked whimpers falling out about how fucking stunning you look when you're stuffed to the brim.
You sob between them as they share a messy kiss over your shoulder, grunting into each other's mouths as they ruin you.
Gaz and Price drag you away soon after they finish, petting your messy hair away from your sticky, sweaty forehead, and splitting you apart between them. You scream into Price's chest as he holds the fat of your ass cheeks open for Gaz to rut into like a man starved for it. Possessed. He coos in your ear when Soap shoves his cock into your gaping mouth, choking you on the thick of him. So fucking good, love. Meant for this. After we'll run you a bath and you sit on my cock while I clean you up, hmm?
You feel a little stripped down to the marrow, pulverised under their wanting hands; when Price presses into your womb, and cums again. The molten spume inside soothes the throbbing ache of your core. A debauched balm to a raw wound.
It would be a lie to say you hate the way it feels to be so full of them. To have their taste in your tongue, sticking to the back of your throat, pooling in your belly, your pussy, your guts. You're full and sore and you feel like one massive contusion—broken and battered and barely clinging to sentience—when his cock slips free with a wet squelch.
It's a little surreal, but—
Comfortable. It shouldn't be. It should be weird, and awkward, and—
Fuck. You had sex with five men in the span of several hours. Your teammates, your captain, no less. And yet.
Yet:
You feel full in a way you'd never been before. Satiated and stupidly fucking happy.
Price snorts when you lay back on the floor, a blissed-out smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.
"Liked it, did you?"
You don't have the capacity for speech. Words escape you. They can't seep through the salty mess in your throat.
Instead, you moan—low and needy—and feel your belly quiver when Price's eyes flash. Smoke and embers. And when Alejandro groans aloud. When Rudy's hand trembles on your skin. When Soap's hand falls to his spent, softened cock, unable to stop the thrum of desire when you sound like you had the best meal in years. When Gaz shivers, and says please tell me we can play this game more often.
It's good. It's—
Footsteps. A hush. A shadow falls over you.
Then: "decide to join in, after all, Lt?"
Ghost's hands are hot on your sensitive flesh.
He says nothing as he crouches down on the floor where Gaz and Price dragged you, but his eyes are liquid when he stares at the mess of you. Drenched, you're sure, in cum; it leaks down your chin, out of your sensitive, raw pussy, and your aching hole. Doused in their pleasure, and burning from the sting of their ardour.
"Fuck, Lt," Soap murmurs, dazed. He'd spent himself on your face only moments ago, and when your glassy eyes fall to him, you find him staring fixed at the apex of your thighs where Ghost slots himself between. "You're gonna ruin her—"
You don't know what he means until you look back. The air in your lungs catches, eyes widening. He's huge. Fat and throbbing, prespend leaks down the absurd length of himself. It twitches when he catches you staring at him, sticky, numbed mouth dropping open.
"S—sir—"
His hand slides, fists the base of himself. He taps the head of his cock against your quivering, sloppy cunt. "Can you take me, pet?"
Shit. Shit—
You don't think you can, not at all, but—
Slick noises around you. Grunts of pleasure. Murmured words. They want to see you split apart on his cock. Stuffed full. Your belly lurches. Heat simmers inside of you once again.
Your trembling eyes find his, and you lay back against the floor, knees parting. Inviting. Your tongue rolls over your bottom lip.
"Fill me up, sir—"
He snarls.
Ghost doesn't wait. Doesn't touch you with softness, or reverence. His hands are branding, white-hot, when they fall to your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest. His eyes are glued to the messy seam of your cunt, spilling viscous cum down your ass until it pools below you in a puddle.
You're wrecked. Ruined. You'd had all of them inside of you—your mouth, your pussy, your ass—except him, and your belly flips, head a muddled slurry of want, want, want as the fat head of his cock slips over the milky mess, catching on your ruined, red hole.
"Thought you got lost, Ghost," Alejandro says, words carrying secrets you can't make sense of.
"Never."
He pushes the mushroomed head into your cunt, rumbling at the give of your body as you part for him, sucking him in deep. Ghost fills you up until your belly bulges with the length of him.
Soap moans at the sight. At the way you take the massive cock burrowing deep inside of you.
They all seem to be enjoying the way he ruins you. Over the heft of his shoulder, the thick bracket of his arms, you see them all staring at the way he wrecks you. Batters your body with wet, sloppy noises spilling out.
He fucks you slow: long, deep plunges into your core, gaze sliding in increments to your face, slack and tacky with lashes clumped together with an amalgamation of spittle and cum, and the stretch of your cunt swallowing him to the root. It's intense. Dizzying.
You feel pushed past your breaking point: overarching beyond the mettle until you're a raw nerve exposed to the corrosive chemicals in the air. Split apart and reassembled into something new and vulnerable. You're chafed and aching, and it edges on painful, and blistering like a third-degree burn being rubbed against rough wool. But despite the sting, the graze still feels good when it itches over your inflamed skin. A balm that burns before it soothes.
Ghost—Simon, now, you suppose since he's currently eight inches deep inside of your sore cunt—seems to somehow know. Maybe it's the hoarse crackle in your throat when he hits you deeply, or the exhausted droop of your eyes when he presses his weight against you, filling you up until he sits heavy in your chest, but he takes pity on your poor, battered body bursting with the molasses thick heft of euphoria that congeals inside of your marrow. His thrusts are punctured by the soft way he gazes at you. A physical weight to his stare slams into your chest with each roll of his hips, nudging you back to that steep precipice you'd dropped from so many times you'd lost count.
The dance is familiar.
But the gentle, almost possessive, way he touches you isn't.
"Fuck, Lt. Can see you bulging through her belly."
Soaps words are met with a rasping snarl, a brutal piston of his cock into your gummy, wrung-out walls. A hand falls to your belly, feeling the swell, and the pressure has phosphenes burning your eyelids when they snap shut at the heavy mist of pleasure that falls on you.
You don't think you can cum again. Your head is a slurry of intense pleasure: gummy and stupid on the way they fucked the sense out of you. Synopses misfire. You feel like you're barely cognisant anymore.
It's not good enough, though.
His fingers find your clit, pressing against the tender nub until you're bucking against him, trying to get away from the agonising euphoria pounding through your core.
"I want to feel you cum on my cock, pet."
You can't—
You really can't. But he doesn't relent. He shoves himself into your quivering cunt until you see stars flash across your eyes, and the scent of nirvana permeates in the air.
If you won't go willingly to the vertiginous edge, he'll drag you there instead.
A sharp thrust has your mind whiting out; the overstuffed feeling of being stretched to the brim sits heavy in your core. Your nails press into his shoulders, desperate to hang on to something tangible, real. They dig deeper until the moons flood with blood. It makes him groan—deep, low; rucked coals over open flames—and the noise has you reaching for Orion with your bare hands, mouth dropped low to catch the cosmic dust that permeates in the air between you.
"Fuck—" a sharp whimper has him huffing into your neck, a satisfied noise he can't bite off, can't stifle.
He likes it. Likes spreading you open, and watching you squirm. Likes the flash of pain that flickers across your face when he first kisses your drenched core with the fat head of his cock. Eyes wide, fixed on the scrunch of your brow, the wrinkles in your nose, the deep, punctured gasps that spill from your gaping mouth—he misses nothing, stare branding you.
It's the thick of him when it splits you apart, breaks you in half, that really captures his full attention. Stuffed to the brim, and clawing at him for respite from the way he fits inside of you; he takes it all in. Eyes never wavering. Liquid want flooding the bottom ring of his lower eyelids, a molten pool half hidden behind his lash line. He gazes down at you, fans of ash cresting over.
And then when he bottoms out, when his cock is fully seated inside of your body that struggles to make room to fit him, he lifts his gaze. A perfect polynya. He stares at you, then, watching—almost placidly, impassively—as you grit your teeth from the burn of taking him to the root. A slow roll of his hips to test your mettle; a harsh grind of his cock nestled taut against the plug of your womb. It has you singing.
A test of the water. A battering of the futile clutch you have over your sangfroid. He won't start until it breaks. Until it shatters.
His hands are hot when they grasp the soft skin behind your knees, pointing them down toward your swaying chest as he fucks you open in deep, almost languid cants of his hips until you're grabbing at the ground, and mewling his name. Broken, now, by his cock.
Simon is a storm.
A gale. He ravages you until you're dizzy with the brutal way he takes you—and takes, takes, takes —and begging for mercy.
None comes.
You can't barter with a typhoon. Can't make deals with a hurricane.
It hits. Breaching your shores with enough force to ruin.
"Simon," it is whispered low, constricted. The air in your lungs is liquifying; condensation builds until you're choking.
Another huff. He thrusts harder, head notching into something that has you lurching forward, forehead pressing into his shoulder. You spasm around him until he growls in your ear.
His thighs widen, pitching his hips low as fucks into you, a touch savage. Your leg slips from his hold, the back pressed against the muscles of his beneath you. The coarse hair of his legs tickles your flesh. Goosebumps erupt. You shiver.
The breath you gasp in is wispy, and thin. It isn't enough to quench the ache in your chest, but nor is it enough to truly let you slip into the throes of hypoxia. He brings you to the brink, lets you gaze over the edge of that unknown abyss, but refuses to let you any further. His grip is unyielding. It burrows into you.
Like this, with black moulting over your vision and phosphenes glimmering in the cosmic yonder that stretches out in front of you, you can feel everything. There is a startling clarity that rocks through you. You can feel each ridge and vein of his cock as he slams it into you, prying your walls open as he steals all the air from your lungs.
"Shit—"
He cums with a grunt that sounds like it was dragged through barbed wire. Liquid pleasure blooms when you feel him twitch inside of you, and all you can do is cling to his massive shoulders as he rides you through the throes of bliss battering into your core.
Eyes drink you in: wide in the pale moonlight that spills from the window, cut at the bridge of his nose by the mask, jowls snapping at you. He's bathed entirely in black; drenched in tenebrose. A Stygian being looming over you, taking its wares from the tight clutch of your body, and forcing the air from your lungs until it's filled with the scent of him, and nothing more.
"You look good like this," he murmurs, eyes fever red and cosmic black. "Fuckin' hell, pet. You were made to be fucked, weren't you?"
Your eyes roll back into your head at the gruff sin leaking from behind his mask.
"Yes," you whimper, voice shredded and wrecked. He's not the only one who groans at the sound of you, ruined and aching. "Fuck, I love your cocks—"
It feels like the end. Like you'd been spat out on the wrong side of a tornado, and thrust into a battle you weren't, entirely, prepared for.
But you won. There is victory in the ache that thunders through your joints. A hard-fought war that left you a victor in the middle of a burning no man's land.
You can hear them around you. Price stroking your hair, and whispering about how good you were. Gaz and Soap huffing with exhausted laughter that sounds a touch delirious, as if they still couldn't quite wrap their heads around the act they were buried balls deep inside of you mere moments ago.
Alejandro and Rudy mutter to each other in blistered Spanish. You hear the clink of bottles as they toast each other over a victory, and a fucking gangbang.
They take turns touching you. Caring for you. Rudy makes you drink water, eyes melted chocolate—glossy and sleek with the remnants of pleasure. Aqui. He says, pressing the cool bottle to your sweat-slicked forehead. Aquas. Drink up, mi corazón.
Alejandro supports your shoulders when you struggle to sit up and take a sip. Gaz has a towel pressed to your cheeks, cleaning up the flaking mess of dried cum and sweat. Soap's hands clench yours tight when the bottle shakes in your grasp. Price is there to hold it steady.
Ghost hasn't taken his eyes off of you once since this started. You meet his stare, gloaming light shading everything in gold. He tips his chin. A promise in the obsidian cut of his eyes.
Thought you got lost, Ghost—
Gaz huffs. Gems shatter. Crushed into shards that sit in the palm of your hand, waiting to be reassembled.
(Someday, you think.)
"Best game of never have I ever, ever."
"So….," Soap slurs, cheeks pink and eyes swimming with incipient desire. "Round two?"
Warnings: swearing, mentions of kidnapping, BTS being clueless, reader is overwhelmed and confused.
Author's Note: Finally got the sudden motivation to write this chapter, I had to start from the very beginning because when I wrote about half way through, I closed my laptop and it died while I was at work, and I hadn't saved it so it was completely gone. I do want to say thank you all for your patience, I hope to have another chapter up soon again, but don't be surprised if it doesn't come as quickly. Hope you enjoy it!!
“This is it?” Jungkook asks as he’s looking up at the front of y/n’s apartment building.
“I think so, she stays on the 5th floor,” Jin answers and looks inside, seeing a security guard at the desk, assuring himself that they’ll be fine, he doesn’t pay attention to the rustling behind him, “getting past the front desk shouldn’t be too hard, we just have to act normal.” Jin states and starts toward the door, “Let’s go.”
He enters the building and shoots a friendly smile to the security man, standing in front of the elevator and waiting for it to open, “Okay, so I’ll grab her clothes and bathroom things, you two can-” Jin stops as he double takes his surroundings, “-where are these idiots?”
He’s frantic as he looks around the lobby, trying not to alert the security, he lets out an exasperated sigh and decides to just go up alone, “I should’ve just brought Namjoon and Hoba.”
As soon as Jin is in the apartment, he quickly notices the huge pile of shoes beside the door and four separate rooms, “She has roommates? Great, how are we going to explain this one?”
Jin shakes his head and quickly gets to work, checking all the rooms before finally finding y/n’s, going inside, and grabbing the suitcases he finds in her closet, stuffing whatever clothes he can find, wanting to get out as fast as he can as they still have a flight to catch in about 20 minutes now.
He jumps when he hears a bump from the living room and the panic sets in, thinking he’s caught red handed.
He’s debating all his options of escaping when he hears two hushed voices coming from the living room,
“Is Jin hyung here yet?”
“I don’t know, he wasn’t following us.”
He listens to the two boys and rolls his eyes, walking out of the room and jumping when Jungkook and Taehyung shriek in surprise, “Shhhhh!” he scolds them, motioning them with his hands
“Holy shit hyung, you scared us.” Jungkook holds his chest and Taehyung nods in agreement
“Why did you go through the window when we have her keys for a reason??” Jin questions, second guessing his decision on bringing the two youngest members with him.
“Because we’re breaking and entering…?” Jungkook whispers, Jin shakes his head, “It’s not breaking and entering if we have the key! If anyone asks, just say we’re getting clothes for our cousin who is in the hospital with a broken collarbone.” He explains.
“ummmm, pretty sure it’s still breaking and entering.” Jungkook counters and Taehyung pipes up, “Plus, it’s way cooler to say breaking and entering.”
“Oh nevermind! Just help me get her clothes packed.” Jin leads the way into her bedroom and grabs the suitcases from her closet, opening one up and taking it into her bathroom.
As the two maknaes are folding her clothes, Jin is looking around the place for little things he thinks she might need. He stumbles upon her nightstand and opens the drawers, fidgeting around until he spots a necklace.
As he inspects it, he feels a drop in his stomach and a pull in his chest before quickly shoving it in her suitcase and zipping it up.
“You guys get everything?” He questions and the other two nod, “I think so.”
“Alright, c’mon, we have a flight to catch.”
They all make their way out, closing her bedroom door and all the lights and just as Jin is putting his shoes back on, he speaks loudly, “Not that way…”
He smirks as he hears them huff and make their way back over to the door, “You’re no fun hyung…”
Yoongi rubs at his eyes, checking the time and seeing they have 20 minutes to get to the airport, “Let’s get going, I’m tired and I need to sleep.”
“He’s right, we don’t have much time, c’mon.” Hobi quickly agrees with Yoongi’s words and soon, all the boys and the sleeping y/n are making their way down to their car.
After a 14-hour flight, the boys arrived in Seoul, and after much deliberation on the ride home, ensured that the staff would exit the plane last so they could get y/n to a secure exit without looking too suspicious.
As the boys went to the main exit, followed by dispatch and a couple fans, their makeup artists and stylists took the emergency exit that was right beside the corridor, hopping into a van with the girl, and driving straight to the dorms.
Once they arrived, they took y/n into one of the rooms there, laying her on the bed and quickly making their exit, but not before sliding the keys under the door.
The 5 women began speaking in their native tongue while waiting for the elevator,
“I’ve gotten a lot of weird requests from these boys, but that has got to be the worst by far.”
“No kidding, would’ve been easier if they just moved to the states.”
All 5 huffed a laugh and made their way back to the HYBE building.
Y/N opens her eyes, groaning in pain. She rubs at her head, feeling the worst headache ever, but when she’s acquainted to the sunlight from the window, she panics when she doesn’t recognize the ceiling.
She sits up abruptly, wincing at the headache, and immediately stands up, wobbling around the room, the effects from whatever was on that cloth obviously not worn completely off
“Where the fuck am i?’ she thinks to herself, looking around the room and seeing a couple shirts on the floor and some boxers, her eyes widen when she thinks of the worst, glancing down and seeing her clothes from the night at work
“How long has it been?”
Her head snaps up when she hears keys jingle at the door, gasping and grabbing the closest thing to her that she can use to defend herself with, which happens to be a weight, about 20 pounds, but it’ll do.
She slowly walks out and down the hallway, and just as the door swings open, she immediately winds her arm back, planning on throwing it toward whoever kidnapped her but freezes when she’s met with seven pairs of very familiar eyes,
All seven boys are seated nervously on the couches in the living room, staring at the girl in the middle of the floor, waiting for her to speak.
“So, you were the ones in the Uber?”
They nod.
“And you broke into my apartment?”
They nod.
“And you brought me to Korea?”
They nod.
“Because I’m your soulmate?”
They nod.
“You kidnapped me because I’m your soulmate?”
They nod.
“Me?”
“Yes, please keep up with us.” Jimin quips,
y/n raises her eyebrow, “Well excuse me for finding this situation a bit-”
Taehyung interrupts her, “Cute? Adorable? Brave? Meant to be?”
“CRAZY…” y/n makes sure to pronounce the word efficiently, “I mean, you do realize people are going to be looking for me right?”
“My coworkers, my roommates, my parents, my classmates, hell, my university will be looking for me.” She tries to reason but all she gets are shakings of each head
“Actually, we called your job, told them you would be moving and unable to work, since you were there for less than six months, legally you don’t have to put a two week’s notice in.”
“And, regarding your university, we’re actually putting you into the exchange program they offer, it’s still in the works but basically, a student will be swapping with you for the same degree you are completing, that way you can attend classes here.”
“Your roommates know you’re on your way here, we basically texted them that you didn’t actually go to work but you were meeting with your advisor about the exchange program, and they suggested coming to Seoul to meet with the student you would be swapping with. When they asked why it was so sudden, we just said you wanted it to be kept secret.”
“That actually worked?” y/n questioned and Namjoon tilts his head, “That one was tricky and took a lot more explaining but once we sent a picture of you ‘awake’ on the plane, it worked.”
“So, you really planned everything huh?”
All boys nod, “We had a lot of time on the plane to think about it.”
y/n’s eyes well up with tears, the information sinking in, “I’m never leaving this place am i?”
Jimin quickly tries to calm her down, “No, no, no, no, not ever, just until you get comfortable with this whole situation.”
Hoseok pipes in, “Of course you can go outside and have your phone and laptop, just…” he looks to his members for some help.
Yoongi tries this time, “Just until we’re sure you won’t go to the police, or your friends and family to tell them the truth, I mean, we have a reputation to uphold.”
“And because of that, we have a few rules set in place…” He continues hesitantly.
They hand her a piece of paper with a short list, but she doesn’t pay it any mind,
“We’ll discuss it over dinner, it should be here shortly.”
Namjoon nods, “We’re sorry if this isn’t exactly how you’ve wanted your soulmate story to go, but if you belong to all of us, then there’s no choice.”
“I don’t belong to you guys…” y/n points, “as of right now, I might be your soulmate, but you guys aren’t mine.”
Unaware of how much her words hurt the seven boys’ hearts, they understand and hope she’ll come around eventually.
Summary: Fez and his sunshine learn how to navigate the dangers of his job and her past relationship that threatens to ruin it all for them
Word Count: 12.2K
Warnings: Mouse being a creep, Nate being a toxic piece of shit, mentions of anxiety and a panic attack, and SMUT!
AN: This is an OC story because the character is named, but there are no physical descriptions xx
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He hated to see his sunshine upset.
Every time she so much as had a headache, Fez treated her like she was minutes away from being admitted to the hospital.
Truth was, it made him feel better to be at her beck and call in those moments, to do anything he could to make her feel better because he couldn’t stand to see her in any kind of pain.
She’d be the first person to admit, she was a total wimp when it came to pain. She once stubbed her toe and crumpled to the ground with a cry like she’d just been kneecapped. Ash had laughed at her dramatics, but Fez, who had come sprinting into the room with his gun in hand, hadn’t found it as funny.
She had Fez wrapped around her finger. The second she showed signs of being unwell, either physically or mentally, he was there for her like her own personal care worker.
When it was her time of the month and cramps became too much to handle, Fez would make the flavored tea he knew she liked, he would warm up her heating pad, grab her fuzzy socks from her stash of clothes she always kept at his place and let her put on whatever she wanted on the tv, much to Ash’s chagrin.
It's easy to feel like you're floating on the clouds when you're near them, it's easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?
alternatively, you're a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it's hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. porn industry workers!ot7 x f!reader (side f!oc x reader)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. dom!bts | sub!reader | misunderstandings | pining | lesbian content (reader is bisexual) | chapter specific: slight handjob | cum swallowing | deep throating | dom!taejin | cunnilingus (fxf) | kissing | sexual tension | masturbation (m receiving) | slight cum play. i think thats all.
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"Cut! Stop filming right now." Namjoon's voice echoed in the studio, making everyone freeze in their spots. The lights were switched off, the film was paused, and breaths hitched, waiting for the next words of the director.
Namjoon was a perfectionist, known to be one of the strictest directors in his line of work. On set, he was a force to be reckoned with, leaving everyone grumpy with how commandeering he could be. It was maybe how the actor’s face had been angled, or how the squelchy sounds of sex appeased his ears, or that one time when the male actor had been way too soft for his liking- he wanted things to go his way, and his way demanded the utmost precision.
It was a shock to him when the three of his best stars’ performances were sub-par.
Misha, the female porn star, had her jaw unhinged, saliva falling from her mouth, black lines of mascara dripping down her face from when she had strained her mouth to take in Taehyung's cock; while Jin, who was pounding her from behind stopped, retreating his hands from her hips, both men slowly pulling out as carefully as they could.
The slick sound that accompanied it was uncomfortable, but it was nothing the people on the set hadn't experienced. The actors slowly moved away from each other's sweaty and cum-covered bodies, waiting just like the others in the studio.
Hoseok and Yoongi were quick on their feet, rushing to hand very expensive silk robes and chilled waters to each of the cast, dabbing their faces with fresh towels. It was important to make sure they looked fresh for each cut, but not enough for it to be evident to the consumer that they did in fact cut the scene in the middle.
Namjoon stepped forward from his position behind the camera, Jungkook trailing behind quickly with a hardboard in his hands, struggling to keep all the papers in his grasp.
Namjoon’s aura was terrifying, especially to Jungkook who was anxious about everything related to said man. It’s as if Namjoon was the devil, controlling all the people in the room like pawns, but Namjoon didn’t think that way. He thought he just paid extra attention to detail, and sure, sometimes he did become angry but he expected everyone to meet standards, his standards.
The director pushed his glasses up with a strained look on his face, jaw clenching every second as he struggled to keep his calm. It was the thought about how imperfect the scene had been that left Namjoon in a fit of pique. He wasn't having a good day today, and to have to experience such a lackluster performance from the team dampened his mood further.
"This is a mess." He stated as soon as he got close enough to the three actors, taking in their tired forms with his equally dull eyes.
"Why? I thought everything was fine?" Misha started after handing her empty bottle to Yoongi, stepping forward with the robe loosely tied around her bare skin.
She looked ethereal without a doubt. Even with fresh streaks of black on her face, her face exuded sensuality, and her body was curved in just the right places for her to garner a relatively large base of loyal fans who were charmed by the way she could get them aroused with just a flutter of her eyes.
"Wait. Someone get ___ from upstairs first." He declared to no one in particular, but the job would be done soon. He had the power, and he knew it. He smirked when he heard thudding on the stairs. The set was quiet enough for him to listen to the labored breathing of the unfortunate man racing to get to the first floor. No one disobeyed Namjoon.
"I'll be there in two minutes!" Your sweet voice called out from the floor above, making the men in the studio anticipate your arrival, shivers spreading down their spines.
"Okay, first of all, you guys are doing a girlfriend-boyfriend roleplay. It’s supposed to be romantic, just a little bit lovey-dovey, yeah? And you guys look like you’re having a one-night stand.” Namjoon sighed.
“Wait- but- the people said they wanted rougher stuff. Go check the comments on Tanhub.” Taehyung countered with an exasperated look on his face.
“I know, and that shooting is scheduled for next week,” And Taehyung shut his mouth. “Anyways, Misha, you look disinterested, and your moaning sounds very forced; genuinely enjoy it, yeah? And you guys look like you are hammering a rabbit with your dicks." Namjoon turned to look at Misha's fucked out face and then at the two men who looked disgusted at the director's comment.
"Tell me that when you don't have a dick as big as Taehyung's down your throat. It's not even my fault, my throat wasn't warmed up properly, and I'm just not in the mood." She grumbled in reply, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Alright, we will do something about that. Is Misha's fluffer on set?" A trembling Jungkook stepped forward from the shadows, cowering under his boss's gaze. He immediately shuffled through the schedule papers in his hands, coming up with nothing, and then he saw you skipping down the stairs.
His gaze was stuck on your form, wearing the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen on anybody, your ass cheeks falling out and jiggling deliciously with every step you took their way. You hadn't gone easy on them with your crop top either. The cut dipped down all the way from your collarbone, showing off your sternum. The sides of your supple breasts were visible for their eyes to feast on, and boy did they appreciate the sight.
"You called me Mr. Kim?" You chirped, looking over all the people on the floor before your gaze landed on the tallest man in the room.
"Hi Princess, Misha's fluffer didn't come in today?" He smiled, and your heart fluttered.
"No. Jihoon did, but he left a while back because there was an emergency. He told me to tell you, but since you were in your element, I didn't."
Namjoon’s thick lips parted in a sigh, his hand going to ruffle his hair in exasperation.
"Okay, we will figure something out for Misha; how about you go help Jin and Taehyung till then? We'll resume after a break, everyone be back in 20."
"Alright! Let’s go!" You chirped with a grin, happy to spend time with some of your favorite people. Said men were quick to grab each of your hands, rushing you to one of the empty corners of the studio, covered with flimsy curtains, where they could have their privacy with you.
Though their jobs required them to be exposed in front of the camera, showing off all their assets, they still preferred to keep something to cover themselves up. it definitely worked in their favor when you would trail your hands over their muscular thighs, lightly scratching with your fingertips to keep them worked up.
That being said, they didn't need you to ‘fluff’ them up; your presence was enough to have them turned on for days, but there was something in the way you looked at them, touched them with the lightest yet most sinful hands that made them groan in pleasure and want more, more even after fucking a woman just moments before.
It was something you did, or rather you that had them weak in their knees.
"Hi Tae, Jin! How have you guys been?" You smiled.
Their breaths quickened when they saw you drop to the floor and tie your hair up in a ponytail, your top riding up even further and revealing the tattoo under your breasts to them.
It was a simple flower vine, the blank ink spread from your sideboob all the way under the curve, but to this day, being able to see so much of you felt like a dream despite having known you for two years now.
It certainly had an effect on them, one which you were not oblivious to. You knew them enough to understand when they were really enjoying themselves and when they weren't. Their moans from before left a sour taste in your mouth- they weren't authentic or the low, deep groans you had the pleasure of hearing every once in a while. They were forced and intermittent, and you knew it was time to change into your sexiest, most revealing clothes to make them shift in their seats.
It was the moment you had been waiting for a long time.
"Hi, ___," Taehyung mumbled, his fiery gaze fixed on you.
Having you here right now, in such a compromising position, in front of their chairs, was a bad mistake. Your job was to keep them hard during breaks but it didn't help that they had had a crush on you since the moment they saw you walking down the set timidly on your first day as a fluffer.
Though it was probably them who spent the most time with you, this intimately, this passionately. And hearing the boys whine every second of the day about their lack of you only made them grateful for the few moments you spent with them on workdays.
And it’s not like the others understood how it took all they had in them not to bust a nut; although they longed to cover your tits with their seed, they would have to wait for another day to indulge in such possessions. It was another level of self-control that they had edged themselves for hours to get to.
"Can I touch you now?" You gazed at them with longing eyes, and they were immediately nodding their heads.
"Thank you."
You dipped your hands under their robes, getting a feel of their calves and then their muscular thighs, not too fast, caressing the soft yet tense skin with a grin on your face. You didn't have it in you to look them in their eyes, you knew it would make you want to submit under their dominant gazes, so you kept your eyes fixed on your hands.
With a shaky breath, you begin to inch them up, teasing them. Their hearts began palpitating in their chests the more you got closer to their cocks. They knew what you were doing, they had played the game with you every time. But after a very uneventful work day, they were horny, patience wearing off every second.
"I suggest you stop teasing, baby. Don't make me get Jimin over here." Jin clicked his tongue in annoyance.
You shifted on your knees. It was your job to tease them. To keep them ready, not enough for them to cum. Jimin, your supervisor, had told you to do the same. How could you disobey his direct orders?
"Your job is to tease, ___, not to make them orgasm. Make them crave you. Use your mouth or your hands, it doesn't matter; as long as they stay hard enough to continue, you get paid." He had told you at the time of your job briefing, grazing his fingers over his thighs, which you couldn't help but gawk at.
You didn't understand what bringing Jimin here could do except for making your day even better. You imagined he would, in fact, just sit there and monitor you with hooded eyes, his legs spread wide enough for you to be able to steal a glance at his erection.
But you were sure it was just your horny mind speaking.
So you ignored their words, feeling your breath start to quicken, lust coursing through your veins from how excited you were to disobey them. It was the thrill of breaking the rules that made blood rush all over your body. They couldn't punish you even if you wanted them to, it was all a part of a job- your job as their fluffer, as much as you hated to admit it.
You rub your palms over them with a feathery touch, wanting to make them wait for you. It was a sight to behold- the two twitching in their seats, and moaning for you. Their cocks were still covered by the silk robe, enticing you to touch them and lick them. Though you could see the outline clearly, it didn't satisfy the hunger in your throat, it never did, so you removed it.
And the sight would always leave you dumbstruck.
Taehyung's was, by far, the longest cock you had ever seen and tasted. His thick cock that twitched under your eager eyes, laid on his abs, long fingers rubbing his chin as if he was deep in thought. He was almost easily seven inches long, and you always commended anyone who had the power to manage an entire shoot with him.
Jin, on the flip side, was equally impressive, if not more. Though his length was maybe an inch shorter than Taehyung's, his girth made up for it. You were sure of the pleasurable burn it would provide when it split open a pussy, massaging the walls like no one else could. His thrusts were harsh and powerful too, thanks to his impeccable hips, and you never understood how one can be so perfect.
As you continued practically gawking over them, your cunt heating in your panties, it was Jin whose resolve finally broke and he grabbed your hand that was fisted in his robe and pulled you towards him in a swift motion. Your knees scraped against the ground uncomfortably, but that was the least of your worries when you saw the need in Jin's eyes.
You gazed at him with startled eyes, your mouth itching to ask if you did something wrong. Jin had his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his leaking slit smearing his precum all over your reddened lips. You could taste a mixture of Misha's sweet pussy juices and his cum on your tongue, and that ignited a fire in your veins.
"Sweetie, put your mouth over his cock right now; you do not want to disobey us," Taehyung growled under his breath, his hands moving to undo his robe and grasp his cock tightly.
“But what about you?” You asked.
“Don’t worry about me, ___; you have no idea about the effect you have on me." His stare pierced into your eyes as he spoke.
You flushed but complied immediately, parting your lips and taking him in your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks just the right amount as you take him in. All nervousness left your body the second you felt the weight of his cock on your tongue, it felt like it belonged there, heavy and warm. His cock was long enough to hit the back of your throat easily and thick enough to make your jaw throb with pain increasingly every second, but it was all a part of your wonderful job.
"You look so pretty with your lips around my cock." Jin let out a pleasurable sigh at the feeling, your nails digging into his thighs at the praise, your tongue swirling around his tip, and he let his head fall back. Your eyes were closed due to the strain, but every sharp inhale and moan and sigh you heard was a reward, and you clenched your empty hole, wanting nothing more for him to fuck you.
With a pop, you removed your mouth from his cock, taking in deep breaths. You looked up at him only to see him staring down at you with lust-lidded eyes, his breathing heavy like yours. You were taken aback when his hand moved to grip yours, long fingers interlocking with yours and wrapping them around his thick cock and stroking it, sticky sounds amplifying in your ear.
You struggled to keep your eyes on his, feeling bashful under his stare, so you wrapped your lips around his tip again, licking his tip and coating it with your saliva. With his chest reverberating in a deep groan, you felt your panties starting to stick to your core uncomfortably. You gasped when his hand left yours, and you stopped yours too, wanting to ask him why. But you couldn’t when his hand pushed your head down on his cock in one go, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
"That's a good fucking girl. F-Fuck, baby, you feel so good!" He growled, the thrust of his hips starting to increase in pace, as you stopped bobbing your head up and down and let him take control of you. You gagged with every thrust when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, bruising the flesh of your mouth, but you wanted it.
With each thrust, you moaned around him, hearing him curse and groan above you. You were so lost in the intoxicating feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat; you couldn't make out when his length throbbed in your mouth or when his balls tightened, filling with his cum, or when he released the deepest growl you ever heard and spilled his hot cum in your mouth.
Jin knew he shouldn’t do it,knew it was bad, knew it would get him in trouble with Namjoon later. But seeing the girl of his dreams on her knees, sucking his cock with the warmest and most tempting mouth he had ever had the pleasure of fucking, was far too much for him to control, so maybe it was okay to let go, he decided.
"Fuck, baby, so fucking good for us, gonna make you mine one day! Fuck!" He hummed under his breath. You couldn't hear him over the loud, slick noises of your drooling saliva and his cum, whimpering at the taste of his hot seed coating your tongue- sweet like honey with hints of citrus, a flavor you could easily get addicted to.
"Shit, baby, you're milking my cock! F-fuck!" He continued riding out his high, not caring that the shoot would have to be prolonged. You let him have it after weighing your options after the hazy feeling in your mind disappeared; the only thing you could do was wait for him to get hard again. He continued bobbing your head up and down, swallowing thickly at the sight of you looking fucked out and dizzy after just giving a blowjob.
Some cum dripped down from your mouth and on his shaft, and you darted your tongue out to lick it. Dragging the muscle as slowly as you could over his length, you gave it small kitten licks, rolling your tongue back into your mouth to taste him with your eyes shut closed. You sighed, finally feeling full and hearty.
A deep groan on your left side caught your attention. Taehyung was sitting with his legs spread wide in his chair, forehead glistening with sweat, and was busy rubbing his thumb over his slit that oozed precum, the sight inviting you to wrap your lips around his cock.
You were tempted to suck him dry the same way you had milked Seokjin, but you couldn’t make the same mistake again. It would be unprofessional of you to make him cum; it always had been to wind them up, but never to bring them relief.
"Having fun here, aren’t we?" You turned your head, jumping in alarm at the presence of an all too familiar voice in your little corner, the curtains already back in their place.
Curse your weak heart for jumping up in a mix of emotions because of Jimin’s voice, both good and bad.
There had never really been any set professional boundaries between you all, even from the day he had interviewed you for this job. It had always been a mixture of seductive looks from said men, shy glances from you, and sexual tension that was almost suffocating. Neither had the guts to finally make a move, but you couldn’t deny how your heart palpitated in your chest whenever you were in their presence.
You only hoped the feelings were reciprocated, and not just a result of lust.
It probably affected Namjoon the most how you were always near, yet never seemed to be in his grasp. Still, he liked to maintain his distance from a professional stand, but he too was in the same predicament as you: down bad but scared.
You couldn’t see the way Taehyung smirked at the fury in Namjoon’s eyes, who squeezed in next to Jimin in the tiny space, pushing down the small bit of empathy he felt for the man.
“Tsk, is this what I hired you for, ___? Hmm?” Jimin’s condescending tone brought you back to earth and then punched you ten feet under.
You could feel the dread set in with every step your way, and a thousand scenarios ran in your head. Would you be fired, suspended, or worse, replaced? Someone else taking your position made you want to gag. The mere thought of it was bad enough, but what if it actually happened?
They were right. You had one job, one, yet you couldn’t do it right. The self-hatred started before another word was uttered in the room and you could already feel your eyes burn with unshed tears and the tip of your nose become itchy, a telltale sign of what was to come.
As if sensing the way you stopped moving and just turned your head downwards, covering your face using the length of your hair, with your hands having retreated to your sides as if touching any of them burnt your skin, Jin shoots a sharp glare in their direction. He fisted his hands, feeling worse by the minute, but not knowing what to do. Should he comfort you, rub your back, hope with everything in his being that you weren't actually upset at their teasing tone?
One, breathe in.
Five, hold it.
Seven, control your emotions.
Nine, breathe out.
You did not know how much time passed by as you kept breathing in and out, but once you did regain a grip on yourself, you got up from your knees, ignoring the way your muscles shouted in protest. You didn’t hear them gasp at the way your form trembled for a second, both in fear and embarrassment, before stilling.
“I’m sorry Mr. Park, Mr. Kim, we got lost in the heat of the moment. It won’t happen again.” You looked them in the eye as you spoke.
But in all honesty, you didn’t know what you were apologizing for. Were you sorry you made Jin feel good, or that you somehow prolonged the shoot, or was it because it went against the terms of your job? You couldn’t pinpoint it but you felt slightly disappointed in yourself, yet you didn’t show it as much as you thought you would.
“Will you both be okay for the next 10 minutes like this? I’ll go to Misha.” You asked the two men who wore confusion on their faces.
You looked at them again, bowing lightly before making your way out of the stall the very next second, making your way to Misha’s usual place with shaky legs, the surge of confidence wearing down by the second.
After having been subjected to praises and sweet words of affection, this was a punch in the gut to say the least, and maybe that’s why you were overreacting. It’s really easy to cross the line from playful to not, and that was what happened.
“Oh, ___! Hey, I was looking for you. Misha was calling you, if you don’t mind?” Jeongguk rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shifting on his feet nervously. As if you could really say no to his adorable face.
“Yeah, I was just going there. Thanks for letting me know.” You patted his elbow lightly.
“Yeah…” He mumbled, dazed, as he watched you make your way to Misha. If heart eyes were a person, it would definitely be Jeon Jeongguk.
“___! My favorite girl.” Misha exclaimed as you made your way inside her ‘cabin’.
In reality, it was just a small broom closet, cleaned to perfection and decorated with neutral tones, with small pots of green scattered here and there in a futile attempt to brighten up the place.
“Misha, hello.” You mumbled as you sat on the floor in front of her on your knees, lips parting in an inaudible wince at the feeling.
“Here, baby.” She removed a pillow from her side and put it below your knees, watching as you blushed slightly before moving closer to her.
“Not your baby.” You retorted, spreading her legs gently and pushing your head to the crevice between her thighs. Your nose met her clit, the woman above you letting out a small moan at the stimulation. Your hands gripped her thighs, rubbing small circles there with your thumbs.
“But you could be.” She chuffed, making you bite down on her clit lightly.
“Okay, okay! Slowly, baby, don’t go too hard, alright?” By now you knew that her tone was essentially a code word signifying her want to be worshiped, treated like a goddess, and taken time to properly arouse, love and lick.
The smell of her pussy was the sweetest candy you have ever tasted on a woman. You darted the tip of your tongue out, licking at her clit, slowly. Tasting her juices, watching as it elicited a soft sigh from her. It had been a long time since you ate her out, but she tasted the same as ever. You angled your head into her folds, nudging her legs further apart.
“Taste good?” She mumbled, her voice seductive and inviting, combing through your hair. An outsider may have just thought you two were lovers by the sheer passion of it all.
“Hmm. More.” You whimpered with your eyes closed, continuing to savor her at your own pace.
With shaky hands, you pried her thighs apart, gaining better access to her cunt. You immediately lapped at her clit, drawing ‘eights’ with the tip of your tongue before wrapping your mouth around it and sucking it into your mouth. A groan left her mouth, and you could feel her hand clench at her side before it came down to guide your tongue into her hole.
With need coursing through your veins, you thrust your tongue into her tight hole, still continuing with your slow pace. Her scent was stronger now; you almost felt drunk on it.
You heard the door open, but you were too far gone into your actions that everything seemed to be a blur except for your desire to taste the woman. You could feel her motions on your hand stop and you whined. A beat of silence ensued before she was continuing with her tender motions and you were back to lazily licking at her wetness.
The same clicking sound was heard again and Misha placed her hand on your cheeks, moving your body upwards to her, placing your head in the crook of her neck as you shivered. She ignored your protests, cooing at the pout on your face before guiding you towards her lips. You lapped at them hungrily, like a woman starved of the simple pleasure of warmth.
Misha pulled you away from her far too quickly for your liking, caressing your cheeks and shushing you lightly. “Baby, baby, baby, what’s gotten into you today? You aren’t usually so placid. Tell me, I’ll make it better.”
You ignored her, moving towards the dip of her chest, before shaking your head.
“___, tell me.” She spoke, a little more aggressive than you could have handled in your state of mind,
“Don’t be mean.” You pouted.
“Then tell me what’s wrong.”
“I made Jin cum and I think Mr. Park is mad at me.” You whispered your worries to her.
“Oh, shit. Uh wow. Did he scold you or call you to his room after or… anything at all? Are you in trouble?”
“No, he didn’t, but his tone was like,” You struggled to find the right words. “When you make fun of me when you see me trip over the cables in the main room. I still don’t like it when you do that.”
“And you think I’m mocking you when I do that?” Misha questioned, to which you nodded your head.
“Oh my god.” She whispered under her breath. “Silly girl, I don’t make fun of you when I say that. It’s adorable that you are clumsy sometimes. You look around with those terrified eyes of yours, when actually many of us already saw you trip.”
“Are you freaking kidding me? Everyone saw that? How am I gonna show my face to them now?” You threw your hands around, exasperated at the revelation.
She chuckled before bringing your attention back to her. “See, you’re so cute. Now, back to what we were discussing. I wouldn’t be afraid if I were you, ___. Really, just trust me on this one.”
“But why? Gimme a reason at least!”
“I’m older, I’ve seen the ways of the world more than you have, so shut your pretty mouth up and listen.” You immediately zipped your mouth, waiting patiently for her next words.
“Boys are icky but you do you, baby. If Mr. Park indeed got mad, and he confronts you or whatever, repeat the exact same words I’m gonna tell you, alright?”
You nod, anticipation heavy in your eyes.
“Tell him to go suck his own dick and hope he chokes on his cum.”
A terrified gasp and maniacal laugh were heard simultaneously in the room.
“Misha! Are you crazy? Is this your villain arc or something? I’d get fired in an instant.”
“Hey, babe, you never know what that sneaky little shit is into, okay? I’m just very inclusive to all tastes and preferences.” She had the audacity to wink at you.
“Yeah, Misha, no. As much as I love you, you’re fucking crazy.”
“Aww, you love me? I’m a pile of mush now, save me!” She squished your cheeks in her hand, pecking the skin peaking out softly.
“Misha- oh,” You heard Yoongi’s voice in the room, dying down towards the end. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb the two of you.” His tone turned gruff at the end.
“Nah, it’s cool. I was just about to come out anyway.” She shot you a cheeky smile and helped you get up from your frozen state, pushing you down on the sofa before walking out with Yoongi on her tail.
“See you later, babe.”
…
“Jimin, what the actual fuck did you do? Did you have to be so condescending?”
“I wasn’t trying to! It just came out like fucking word vomit!” Jimin grumbled, holding his head in his hands like a man defeated.
“Well, thank you for messing everything up. How do you suppose we rectify this, you brat?” Jin scoffed, fighting the urge to snap.
“I don’t know. I really don’t.”
“Now, you morons, I will be calling in for a favor and y’all better be grateful that our girl doesn’t slip from our hands before we have even treated her right.”
“What are you going on about?” Namjoon mumbled, rolling his eyes at another one of Jin’s stupid schemes.
Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook
Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU
Story summary: With the government's hydrid sector hot on your tails (no pun intended), you have less than a year to solve the problem before they're legally allowed to take you in as a lab rat. What you didn't anticipate was the addition of 6 new members of yours and Jin's happy duo. Luckily you both had enough love for 6 others.
Drabbles:
Just the two of us || Where Jin finally has a day off (Takes place before part one)
In this life || You and Jungkook bake a cake (Takes place at some point between parts 6 and part 7)
Main series:
Part one: One of Many
Chapter summary: Grey wolf Taehyung didn't like you all that much. Sure he counted down the days until you came to visit, and sure when he came home with you he would watch you in your vegetable garden. But he swears he doesn't like you.
Part two: Cracked porcelain dolls
Chapter summary: You and Jin figure out what went wrong between the both of you. Your plans may also be ruined, Yoongi doesn't want a hybrid, let alone three.
Part three: Thief
Chapter summary: Your’s and Namjoon’s relationship develops, a new friendship blooming. There also seems to be a thief lurking around your garden who has ulterior motives when the two of you finally meet.
Part four: Checkmate
Chapter summary: If Taehyung had ever thought about kissing you, that was a secret he would lock in the dark corners of his mind. If he ever knew the two of you would actually kiss he may just self implode.
Part five: Mint choc chip milkshake
Chapter summary: Things start to get a little bit complicated in more ways than one and Jeon Jungkook happens to be one of them.
Part six: Chapter two: seven stars in your sky
Chapter summary: You finally ask Namjoon and Yoongi the big question. On top of all that, you meet one of Taehyung’s old friends; Hoseok.
Part seven: Memories
Chapter summary: As D-Day draws closer, you worry about the memories you’ve made over the last few months with your new family and how much you’ll actually remember if you never see them again.
Part eight: Eight and a quarter
Chapter summary: D-Day finally arrives
Part nine: Copious Kisses
Chapter summary: All Jin can think to do is try and kiss it all better.
rq: "Sooo i watched demon slayer s2 and I have to admit that uzui and his gorgeous wives literally stole my heart. is it possible to have a yan headcanon for them (together or separate) please🙏🏼?"
a/n: pls forgive me if these are a little wack, i haven't got this far in the anime so i did some....external research.
warnings: super long bc i got carried away lol, yandere uzui/uzui's wives, dubcon, object insertion, cuckoldry, kidnapping, gaslighting, forced marriage, forced polygamy.
☆ hc / ♡ spicy hc / ♀️♂️ gendered hc / ‼️ dark hc (🔒 virgin hc )
☆ So, somehow or another, you've got the attention of Tengen Uzui. Doesn't really matter how, does it? It just matters that he can't take his eyes off of you, no matter what.
☆ You wouldn't attract attention for the reason he might notice you first, because you're not all that flashy, or at least not like he is--but there's something within you that just makes something click inside him, and he wants to figure it out. But the only way to do that is to get closer to you, and the more he sees you and talks to you and just spends time with you in general, the more you won't get off his mind and the more he wants to pick you apart until he figures out why.
☆ The first of his wives to notice it is definitely going to be Hina, and she'll be the one to find some time to speak with Tengen about it privately. She's the one to reassure him that he has nothing to fear, that she, Suma, and Makio will always love him, and that's when he'll finally talk about his problem openly much to her amusement.
☆ "It sounds like you might be in love, my darling." The comment hits him like a brick to the face, and though he's quick to deny it in the face of one of the three people he loves most in the world, Hina knows it's true immediately and so does he, deep down. But the thought makes him so antsy. If he's fallen in love with someone new, then there's room for one or two or all of his wives to feel left behind, and that's the last thing he wants. He's just being greedy, he assures himself, and decides from that moment on to cut all ties with you for the sake of his wives.
☆ And that lasts for about a week, maybe two, until he's absolutely falling apart at the seams. The girls are the only things keeping him together at this point, but all three of them are so tied up with keeping him company in this rare period of weakness and depression that nothing else can get done. Despite not wanting to go behind the back of her husband, Hina will end up telling the other two about Uzui's problem with you--and somehow both her and Makio will find themselves being dragged along by Suma to go search for you, the youngest insisting that they get a look at the person that's causing their beloved so much heartbreak!
☆ When they find you and sneak up to spy on you, though, the picture is pretty similar to their poor darling. You look tired, sad, sitting by your little campfire all alone, and as if by some strange higher power....all three of them look between each other, coming upon the unanimous realization that they're not leaving without you.
☆ You, on the other hand, have been wondering why Uzui's shut you out so suddenly. You thought you'd made a good friend, and maybe you wouldn't feel so lonely traversing the wilderness all by yourself if you had a mentor to talk to. But after he stood you up when you agreed to spar together and avoided your presence following that, you haven't been able to shake this feeling of rejection that just makes you want to cry out all your frustrations into the night air.
☆ Luckily (or unluckily) for you, you won't have to dwell on those feelings for much longer. Because before you can breathe, a pair of hands are on you and your vision darkens, and the last thing you see is the ground and two pairs of sandal-clad feet approaching as you pitch into it and pass out into unconsciousness.
☆ When you finally awaken, you find yourself laid out on a futon bed, the air of the room warm and your clothes nowhere to be found beneath the thick blanket. But you're not alone, the oldest of Uzui's wives kneels at your side, and when she catches your eyes fluttering open, she lends you nothing but a smile as your explanation and gets to her feet to hurry out of the room. By the time you have the strength and fear-stricken curiosity to get up and dress yourself in the simple yukata that's been left next to you, you can already hear the chatter and clinking cups from the room across the hall, the door sliding open with ease when you finally find the courage to do so.
☆ Light spills out into the hallway, and inside you're met with the sight of Tengen and his three wives, sharing a meal around a small table with a seat left open by his side. He meets your eyes with the smallest amount of excitement, like his heart flutters just seeing you enter the room, and all four of them are eager to welcome you to the spot they left for you.
☆ There's really no room for you to question anything--the three women talk excitedly at you, bouncing from topic to topic so that you can barely keep up, and you're sat so close to Uzui with his arm just barely grazing your back that you honestly can't think straight anyways. It isn't until they get deeper into conversation about a wedding that you start to clue in, along with Uzui's possessive smile as he feeds you and then drops his hand to stroke your thigh. And when he tries to murmur something into your ear, you lean away and scramble to get to your feet without bothering to hear what it was.
☆ This is where the threat of danger spikes the terror in your heart, and when you try to backtrack and insist that though the meal was lovely and you're very grateful, you need to be getting along and return to your campsite. You don't even know why you're here or how you got here either, which you don't dare to mention--but when Makio reaches up to grab your wrist and prevent you from moving an inch, her grip too strong to even try, you know for a fact that something is going on and that you should have left the city while you still had the chance.
☆♀️ "Be a good girl and sit down. We can't plan your wedding without the bride, can we?"
☆♂️ "Are you trying to make me mad, little prince? Behave in front of the girls, and don't be a brat."
☆ However you feel about the situation, you really have no choice. You'll sit right back down where you were, except for being almost half a foot further away from Uzui than before--which he remedies quite easily by reaching his hand around your waist, and pulling you in so close that you practically fall into his lap.
☆ It's clear that you don't have a say. The four of them go on to talk at length about this so-called wedding, with Uzui rubbing and grabbing your thigh so possessively the entire night. Once it comes time to go to bed, the girls take separate rooms from the master suite so that he can have some alone time with you, and the night is spent in quiet horror as you ponder this new development, too frightened to sleep in case Uzui decides to take advantage of you while you're unaware.
♡♂️ And if you're a male, then he kind of will. He's just so curious, he hasn't ever felt this way about another man until you came along. His hand will creep down between your legs, those huge fingers pawing at your cock through the yukata and feeling it firm up as he keeps touching you. How can a man be this cute, how can you make such beautiful sounds as he strokes you that cause his heart to skip a beat? It's too much, if that's at all evident by the way his erection presses up against your back, and he slides it up along your cheeks as he growls into your ear that you're the reason he's this hard. He'll ask if he can fuck you and you'll probably say no, please don't, and he'll jerk himself into an orgasm in part with his hand and part with your ass, and finally leave you alone once he drifts off to sleep afterwards.
☆ The least you can do from then on is hope somebody enjoys all the food and belongings at your campsite, because it's obvious by the second day that you're not going back. Uzui and his wives make you comfortable in his home, giving you access to your own private room and cooking all your meals for you, and it's clear by the way they treat you that your relationship with them and Uzui is different from the ones they have with each other. Whereas Hina, Suma, and Makio are all self-sufficient and take care of themselves and Uzui, they all dote on you unlike they do each other and treat you more like a lover than they do a co-spouse. So there's no expectation for you to work very hard or to try and take on anything yourself, because all four of them have caring for you at the forefront of their minds.
☆ Besides, it's certain enough that the three of them have their own affection for you based on the frequency with which they visit you in your own room. Sometimes it's truly just for some bonding time, but others it's so that each of them can have their turns with you and tend to your needs as good wives would.
♡♀️ They've got their own appreciation for having another wife in the family. Hina visits you the most often, usually just to spend some time with you and chat or read something together, but on her conjugal visits she likes to focus on your pleasure and sit you on her lap, absentmindedly rolling circles into your clit to watch you come undone on her fingers. Makio often needs stress relief, and will gladly indulge in scissoring you to get out all that frustration that tends to build up inside her. And Suma's usually just bored, and will either eat you out or make you go down on her, happy to pull you away from whatever you were doing so she doesn't have to whine for your attention.
♡♂️ As a second husband, their efforts are focused more on "testing your abilities". Uzui thankfully has no problem with them doing what they like with you, and as a result, you'll often have the girls tugging at you to play with your cock or trying to seduce you into fucking them in various spots around the house, sometimes in front of Uzui himself. And he's happy to watch, a smirk splitting his face as you pound Hina's, Makio's, or Suma's pussy two feet from him, your breath lagging as you struggle not to cum too early and waste a good session. Little do you know that Uzui's always at the ready in that case, fully prepared to grab you and split your little ass in two with his cock as punishment if you dare to cum before his wife does.
♡ In Uzui's case, he feels pretty entitled to your body as a whole. He will wait if you insist you're saving yourself for marriage, but if you don't think of that ahead of time or if you're not a virgin, he'll show you just what he's going to do as your husband and as your lover. He'll leave bruises and sore spots just from how strong he is naturally, and no matter how big or tall you are, it's almost certain you're smaller than he is, thus he's going to revel in how adorable you look all snuggled up in his arms while he ruins you in a full nelson. He loves it when you scream, when you moan, when you insist he's too big to fit and when you cry at the overstimulation because he just can't stop making you cum. You make him feel so special and he's reassured that this gift his wives gave him was the best one he's ever gotten, and he couldn't be happier that you get to share his bed with him now. You're much better as his lover than he is as a mentor, anyways.
♡♀️ In the case of you being a woman, the only way to describe his lovemaking is that he's addicted to your pussy. He has to get into a position where he can watch you whenever you have sex, just so he can see his cock as your cunt swallows it up and drool over how it can manage to take every inch of him if he tries hard enough. He's also obsessed with making you squirt, because even if he can't quite manage it, he wants to get the creamiest, sloppiest orgasms out of you that leave his lap soaked and your pussy leaking with both your cum and his. And don't be fooled, he's not finished until he gets to end the night with you seated on his face, his tongue working overtime to lick up all those delicious fluids while you suck his cock clean to return the favour. Though, more often than not, it ends up with him hard as a rock again and growling into your skin, needing to warm his cock with your pussy again to finally calm down.
☆♂️ For a male, he's honestly much rougher. Call him old fashioned, but he figures you can take it, and he loves to see how far you can go before you try to tap out. Contrary to popular belief though, he can already assume that a lot of prep will be needed, so he'll spread those cheeks of yours and stuff his tongue inside to get you loosened up right away. He's pretty fascinated with your cock too, so he'll touch it and play around with it and eventually start sucking at it until he's satisfied with how sensitive you prove to be, before he starts trying to stick it in your ass. It'll definitely take a while with his size, but once he manages it, he's totally dead to the world for a minute or two. It's such an unfamilar but certainly not unwelcome feeling, and the girls will surely be able to tell when Uzui's finally started fucking you when he starts groaning loud enough to shake the walls. He's totally lost in it and won't even realize you're cumming untouched until you start trembling and crying out his name, and by then, he'll just want to watch you do it again as he licks the cum off your chest and teases you for liking anal this much. He'll have to do a little more to turn a whore like you into a good house-husband, won't he?
☆ Speaking of which, the wedding is a non-negotiable part of this whole arrangement. Whether you've accepted Uzui's obsession with you or not by then, you'll still be all dressed up and given vows to read at your private ceremony, Uzui's huge grin almost unsettling as he locks the two of you into your new marriage. And rest assured, it's legally binding--divorce is the only way you'll ever really get away from him if you want to, and he will never let that happen.
♡🔒 And as an inevitable part of the wedding, if your purity is still intact by then, it won't be any longer. Denying him really isn't an option, if you've even still got the mind to try it and you haven't been manipulated into accepting this relationship like it's something normal, because you're married now! You have no reason to wait anymore, and he really can't stand another minute without ripping your clothes off of you.
♡🔒 At the very least he tries to be gentle, despite being hung like a horse in every sense of the word. The only real way to shape you to fit his cock is to break you first, so even if there's tears or a bit of blood he's so reassuring, his hand coming down to stroke your hair as he keeps pushing in and swearing to you that the pain will go away soon. You're such a good little doll, you take your husband so well, and he promises to fill you with so much cum and to make you shake so hard when you finish that you won't even notice the aches and soreness.
☆ Honestly, with more than one person reaffirming that this is all normal, you'll be inclined to believe it more sincerely than you might if it was just Uzui. He's brilliant at making you feel as though your fear and anxiety is nothing to worry about, thus slowly negating those gut feelings you get whenever you spot one of the many red flags in your relationship. Even when he refuses to let you walk around outside by yourself or reach out to one of your friends or family, it doesn't really click that it's a problem as much when you have three other women telling you that it's okay and that they'll be the ones to support you instead of all those other people, they probably don't even care the more you think about it.
♡‼️ However, if ever he needs to really put into perspective how lucky you are to be a part of his family, like if you try to escape or you agress against him or one of his wives, he has a punishment well thought out for you specifically. He'll strip you naked, force you into his personal training room, and fuck you with the handle of his katana. If he's feeling nice he'll undo the chain and just use the hilt, but if not he'll push them in uncomfortably alongside it and watch you cry and shake as he does so. Pray that you don't end up cumming from the stimulation alone, because if you do so while he's reprimanding you, he'll threaten to fuck you with the blade instead since you liked the other side so much. He won't really, but you don't know that. And when he's done punishing you, he'll forbid you from wearing clothes for the next seven days, thereby reserving the right to not only humiliate you enough that you'll never disobey him again, but also so that there'll be nothing stopping him from fucking you whenever he damn pleases, and he can blame it on you seducing him by flaunting that cute body of yours around.
♀️‼️ "This is what you deserve, don't go around saying I'm unfair. Now smile for me....there's my pretty princess. That's what I like to see."
♂️‼️ "Shame you couldn't be a good boy, like I asked. At least you're cute when you're being punished....and I think your ass misses me stretching it out, so maybe I ought to punish you again?"
☆ In the end, it's easier just to accept it all and take it in stride. Uzui is determined to have you be part of his family, and his wives adored you from the moment they laid eyes on you, plus being their captive in some way allows you to remain safe from the demons and other dangers that lurk outside the door of the manor. You may be trapped in this commitment for a lifetime, but if your life is filled with being doted on and cared for and loved, well....it's not so bad. Is it?
Beneath the Wisteria Blooms ✾ — tengen x black!f!reader x rengoku (pt. 3)
warnings; no smutty cws (yet, sry lol). we get some backstory and fun flirty stuff.
a/n; this is a slow burn now lmao my bad. also, there’s gonna be five chapters not four. oh, and, i totally forgot that i did make a playlist for this, that’s: here. enjoy! ~ [ch one, ch two, ch three, ch four, ch five] ~ edit: tumblr refuses to add my italics on this so only the ao3 version has the italics for emphasis sry xox ~
The first time you heard the word “hashira” was on the eve of your seventh birthday. You were sitting on the tatami-lined floor of your Mistress’s bedroom, sat snug in her lap with your legs crossed as she attentively sculpted your curls with her lithe fingers. The minka was empty back then with no other children running around to liven the space or make messes; it was just you and your Mistress, nuzzled in the full belly of contentment as you embraced one another’s quiet company.
୧ ♡ author’s note ꒱ something about soft, condescending doms get me going. unedited. this is purely horny word vomit. any and all mistakes are mine; i’m not a native english speaker
𐐂 ── masterlist.
tanjiro is a kind, mild-mannered man. he doesn’t let things get to him so easily. try as you might, he won’t bat an eyelid when you throw petty little tantrums or act up. his response to you is simple: smile sweetly, pat your head, give you a kiss laced with pure love and adoration, then wrap one strong arm around you so that you can be close to him as he continues. not once does he ever treat you roughly, not even in bed. you have to be the one who asks him to be more brutish but you know he holds himself back when he does.
he doesn’t like hurting you at all but you want to be hurt.
you want the stinging pain that comes with every smack of his hand against your ass. you want to feel him abuse your insides and turn your brain into mush. you want the calloused texture of his palms gripping cruelly onto your body as he pounds recklessly into you. you want him to mock you and tease you as you struggle to form sentences.
you want him to break you into pieces then put you back together lovingly and you’ll do anything that you can to push the right buttons until you get what you want.
summary: It’s a nice, peaceful summer morning in your little house with druig, so naturally, you’d want to stir shit up (aka the 2 times you messed with druig, and the 1 time he made you pay for it.)
word count: 5,339
warnings: language, domestic fluff, cottagecore vibes, no spoilers, so much smut! [d/s dynamics, oral (f), oral (m), edging, chasing kink, rough play, spanking, pussy slapping, degradation, orgasm control, overstimulation, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, face slapping, creampie, told you there’s a lot]
notes: here goes the first of the joycean druig trilogy! this one is based on A Prayer, by James Joyce, and it’s hands down the subbiest thing i’ve ever written sdksjdhfks big thanks to @cocoamoonmalfoy @cumholland and @inklore for giving me the fuels to go through with this! enjoy and pls reblog if you liked it! <3
