Lazarus Pit Madness is an incredibly popular headcanon and I personally love it but what if it wasn't the Pit making Jason mad and killing people and stuff.
What if the madness was caused by the All-Blades?
Picture this: when Jason comes out of the Pit he's Pit Mad for a couple days and then gets an episode every couple of months for about a year then everything is good and Talia eventually sends him to the All-Caste and goes through the training there and gets the All-Blades as normal.
Now as far as I'm aware the All-Blades are exclusively for use against magical threats and things that are deemed Evil™ so what if the All-Blades whisper to him about the sins of those around him (especially those who are magic in some way) it should be a cacophony of noise all the time but it doesn't really effect him and stranger still, despite it sometimes being hundreds of voices overlapping you could pick out anyone and he'd be able to recite all their sins by heart.
The times where he goes truly off the rails like a rabid animal are usually when someone has committed a sin that he personally considers truly evil (usually stuff involving kids) but the problem is that in this state he is assimilated partially with the All-Blades causing his mortality to become more similar to them and also being fairly indiscriminate in doling out judgement. (Titan's Tower for example was only as bad as it was because Slade decided to spy in person and his list of crimes set him off)
Basically I'm saying we should explore other reasons for Jason's violence and extremes other than the Pit or him being fully aware.
Danny Fenton, standing over Joker's beaten body: Actually, I am
Danny Fenton, raising the Creep Stick up: I am the High King of Infinite Realms, and this bitch has been resurrected more than once
Danny Fenton, smacking Joker like a piñata: With the use of a pool of some nasty smelling ecto, mind you, but it puts him under my jurisdiction nonetheless
Danny Fenton, smiling at Batman as Joker is wheezing and trying to crawl away: So I am the judge, jury, and executioner for him since I'm the highest power in a Realm where he is a denizen
Danny Fenton, catching the Joker by the ankle and dragging him back: And as the King, I hereby sentence him to death by a repetitive use of The Creep Stick over his whole body
Batman: ...
Red Hood, with a bowl of popcorn: Do you mind switching The Creep Stick for a crowbar?
Alternate title: What's The Difference Between Vengeance and Protection?
When Danny became a halfa, he had become a protector. Protecting Amity Park, protecting Sam, Tucker and Val, protecting Dani and Jazz (and Dan if has undergone his redemption arc) , protecting his parents. This had become his obsession.
Ever since Jason became a revenant, all he could think about was revenge, on the Joker, on Batman for not avenging him and replacing him, on Tim for being his replacement. This had become his obsession.
When these two had started dating, those who knew about their obsessions were afraid that they would clash, and they did, but to them, it was in the best way possible.
It took about a year of them dating for Jason to be comfortable enough to Danny tell him about how he died and when he did, Danny didn't take to kindly to it.
One day, Jason had a nightmare about the day he died, it took a while for Danny to comfort him to go back to sleep but eventually, he did then he remembered when Clockwork had told him that those with vengeance obsessions, could on be at peace once their reason for it was destroyed, so he snuck out of the apartment and came back only once the sun had risen, with a mason jar of Jokers soul.
To Danny, this was protecting him, but for Jason, it was relief, that someone had finally avenged him.
Danny and Jason talked about their hero/vigilante work often, but the one Danny talked the most about was Vlad Masters, he was sick of dealing with him and Jason could tell.
After another day of dealing with Vlad, Danny was tired, injured and just wanted to rest, physically, mentally and spiritually. But for Jason? He swore that Vlad would never be the one to hurt Danny again.
So he checked that his goons could handle his business for the next few days, and that the other bats and birds could handle his patrol shifts so he could travel to Amity Park. He didn't kill Vlad, Danny doesn't like when Jason kills unnecessarily, but he did make sure that Vlad got the message.
Imagine Dannys shock when he gets a call from his dad saying that his "Uncle" Vlad was sent to the hospital, he asked Jason if he knew anything about it, to which he didn't lie about it, he blatantly said "yes, I'm the one who sent him, I wasn't gonna let him hurt you again"
To Jason, this was revenge for any harm that Vlad did to Danny, but to Danny, this was what it felt like to be protected
Jason laughs, “Don’t be silly. There are four of us: Me, My husband, My husband’s clone, and that one asshole.”
“You and Danny are married!” Dick yells.
“Yes, Dickwing. My husband and I are in fact married.” Jason states.
“Why didn’t you invite me to your wedding?!” Dick doesn’t do a very good job hiding the hurt in his voice.
“I will invite you to the human one.”
“Wait, your wedding was a ghost one?” Dick asks.
“Duh.” Jason nods, “we’re only legally married in the Ghost Zone.” Jason then quickly adds, “Or Infinite Realms.” Jason shrugs, “Whatever you want to call it.”
“You’ve been to the infinite realms?” Constatine asks.
“Yeah.” Jason laughs. Then, stops as if realizing something, “Oh, My God.” He looks at his older brother, “Big Bird, Did I tell you that I met Jane Austin? Because I fucking met Jane Austin!”
I’m tired of characters that are considered “dark” only having dark fics written about them.
I’ve seen people say “Well what did you expect, he wouldn’t-“
Imma stop you right there. Here’s the thing. The he in question isn’t real and I can project anything I feel onto him.
And personally I’d like to scroll through his x reader tags without seeing “This post contains filtered tags” over and over again.
The tag in question being “noncon”
Just because a character isn’t a ball of sunshine, doesn’t mean every single fic has to be about r@pe.
So for the love of the universe tone it down when people talk about wanting softer fics. Some of y’all are just plain rude.
And stop criticizing people for making a character OOC.
Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ; 18+; NSFW; psychopath!Salesman; obsessive!Salesman; possessiveness; yandere!Salesman
Author's note: I had so much fun with this request I hope you all enjoy it, he truly has become one of my favourites to explore.
He’s not the screaming, knife-wielding type of yandere.
He’s worse.
The Salesman doesn’t shout. He doesn’t threaten. He doesn’t need to. His obsession simmers like a fine bourbon—aged, smooth, quietly dangerous. You won’t see it until it’s wrapped around your throat. He’s the type to whisper I love you in the same breath he ruins your life, just to see how long it takes you to crawl back to him.
He doesn’t fall in love, he becomes fascinated.
The moment you pique his interest, you are no longer a person. You’re a project. A puzzle to solve. A story he intends to write with his hands all over the pages. He’ll catalog your reactions: the way you smile when you lie, the way your hands tremble when you're nervous, how long it takes you to make eye contact when you’re flustered.
You won't notice him noticing you.
But he's already memorized your routines, your preferences, your weaknesses.
He films you.
Sometimes you know. Sometimes you don’t. He doesn’t post it. Doesn’t share it. Doesn’t even label the files. They’re just for him.
Stored deep in an encrypted drive, backed up twice. Your voice. Your face. The moment you say his name like it’s a sin.
“You're never more honest than when you’re falling apart.”
Choking is a language.
He doesn’t do it for theatrics. He does it for control.
He doesn’t just grip your throat—he watches your pulse.
He times your orgasm with the pressure.
And right before you break? He whispers something like:
“No one will ever fuck you like this again. And that’s why you’ll never leave.”
Control is his love language.
If he loves you, he needs to know everything—where you go, who you talk to, what you think when you’re alone. He doesn't ask questions. He reads your browser history. Checks your phone while you sleep. Places a tracker under your car not because he doesn’t trust you—he doesn’t trust the world with you.
He’ll never tell you to stop seeing someone.
He’ll just make sure that person never wants to see you again.
He’s seductive, but never openly needy.
You’ll never hear him beg. He doesn't do "desperate"—at least not in public. But he’ll press you into a wall with blood on his collar and ask in a calm voice, “Is he still in your bed, or have you remembered who you belong to yet?”
And he’ll mean it.
His gifts are subtle, but strategic.
A luxury pen when he sees you fidgeting with your broken one. Your favorite snack placed silently beside your laptop before a long day. A sleek new phone already logged into an account you didn’t register for.
And once?
A burner phone.
No number.
Just one text that said: Pick up. Now.The phone rang before you could blink.
He’s dangerous in bed, but never careless.
The yandere side of him shows most between the sheets. He likes marks. He likes bruises. He likes knowing you’ll feel him the next day. But he never lets go of control. You’ll beg, but he’ll decide when. He’ll whisper things he never says when the lights are on—like how many times he’s thought about tying you to his bed until you forget anyone else ever touched you.
And afterward?
He’ll wipe the sweat from your brow like a lover.
If he thinks he’s losing you, he escalates.
Quietly. Strategically. A new job offer that requires you to relocate. An anonymous threat to someone who’s too friendly. A leaked scandal. He doesn’t care how he wins. He just needs the ending to stay the same:
You. With him.
He’s possessive in subtle, terrifying ways.
He doesn’t brand you. He doesn’t put a ring on you. He makes you dependent. Emotionally. Logistically. Spiritually. Until your choices start to feel like his. Until you can't tell where your preferences end and his begin.
You think you’re free.
But every step you take is inside his design.
He’s passionate but also methodical.
He doesn’t just fuck sometimes—he dissects you. Watches you squirm, catalogues every twitch of your mouth, every breath that catches. He doesn’t chase your pleasure, he controls it—slowly, deliberately.
He likes to edge you until you're trembling. Not because he wants you begging, well not always.
Because he wants you broken enough to confess things you won’t say when you're sober.
“Tell me you hate me. Say it again, with my cock inside you.”
He will never let you go.
Even if you leave.
Even if you try to run.
He’s not chasing you.
Because he knows something you don’t:
He’s already where you’re running to.
You don’t get to leave. Not really.
You can try.
You can scream at him, tell him it’s over, block his number, move cities, change names, grow out your hair and start over. You can cry in a stranger’s arms and pretend his fingerprints aren’t still burned into your skin.
But he never rushes.
He will let you think you’ve gotten away.
He’ll wait six months. Nine. Long enough for you to breathe again. Long enough for your hands to stop shaking when you hear his name.
And then? He’ll send flowers to your new job.No note. Just a reminder.
He still knows where you are.
He’ll cook for you, but you don’t get to help.
I imagine he is a great cook. Precise, flawless, methodical. You don’t lift a finger in his kitchen. You don’t get to slice, stir, or serve. You sit at the counter, glass in hand, while he moves around you with clean precision.
He never raises his voice.
He doesn’t need to.
But if you insist on getting up to help?
He’ll lean in behind you, hand on your waist, mouth at your ear.
“Darling, sit. Or I’ll make you stay seated in a different way.”
He records everything.
Not for leverage.
For pleasure.
Security footage. Phone calls. The sound of you breathing next to him in your sleep. The first time you said his name under your breath. The last time you told him no.
He has files. Folders. Categorized by mood. Outfit. Emotion.
He doesn’t always watch them.
But he knows they’re there.
He likes knowing he can rewind you whenever he wants.
He’s methodical when you betray him.
He doesn’t rage. He doesn’t scream. He doesn’t even confront you at first.
He just watches. He lets you dig your own grave—lets you lie, lets you sneak around, lets you think he’s gone blind. And the entire time, he’s planning.The punishment won’t be obvious.
It’ll be total.
That promotion you wanted? Gone.
Your closest friend? Transferred.
Your name? Tied to a criminal profile you’ll never trace back to him.
And when you finally crawl back—ashamed, ruined, shaking?
He’ll take you in his arms and whisper, “See? Now you’ll never leave again.”
He’s not afraid to break you.
Not physically. No, that’s too easy.He breaks you emotionally. Quietly. Bit by bit. He isolates you with affection. Smothers you in intimacy until you forget how silence feels. He becomes your only source of comfort—and your sharpest fear.
You’ll hate him. But you’ll miss him more.
He treats your body like sacred territory—because he already claimed it.
He runs baths. He washes your hair. He soaps your back in silence. And while it looks tender, make no mistake—it’s also inspection. He notes every new bruise. Every mark that isn’t his.
If there’s a scratch he doesn’t remember giving you?
Expect to be questioned.
Gently.
Quietly.
Endlessly.
If he proposes, it’s not a question.
There’s no ring box. No kneeling.Just a velvet case left on your pillow. No note. No words. Just a timeline that suddenly accelerates—apartment leases terminated, job offers rescinded, your entire life redirected into his.
Say no, and you’ll learn the cost.
Say yes, and you’ll belong to him.
Forever.
He likes to fuck you during arguments.
Especially when you’re angry.
When you threaten to walk out. When you talk about another man.
That’s when he gets truly dangerous—because he’s calm. Quiet. Calculating.
He’ll press you up against the nearest surface and fuck the fight out of you.
And when you finally collapse?
He’ll kiss your temple like he didn’t just use you to win.
Sleeping beside him is a ritual. Not a choice.
You don’t crash on the couch. You don’t sleep at home. You sleep in his bed, on his side, with his arm draped over your waist like a lock.
Even if you fight. Even if you scream. Even if you cry.Especially then.
Because he doesn’t believe in giving you space.He believes in keeping you close enough that he feels your breath.
“You’re never more honest than when you sleep. That’s why I keep you beside me. So I know when you start dreaming of leaving.”
He doesn’t want to kill you. He wants to change you.
Killing you would be easy.
He’s fantasized about it, of course. What your body would look like crumpled in a silk slip. What your last words might be. If your blood would taste sweet.
But that would be such a waste.
He’d rather rebuild you.
From the inside out.
Make you dependent. Make you question everything.
Until you love him.
Even if he has to tear you apart to do it.
You will love him.
Eventually. Whether it’s trauma bonding or surrender or simply because no one else knows how to read the map of your mind the way he does—you will love him.Not because he deserves it. But because he’s the last place you can go that feels like home.And if you don’t?
warnings: unwanted flirting, possessive behaviour, implied threat of violence. reader and the recruiter being husband and wife
a/n: first time writing the recruiter, hope it is okay!
enjoy! :)
you officially first met as recruiters, even though you’d worked for years as guards—without even knowing. at first, both of you stayed distant. knowing how the job was, you didn’t allow yourself to make new friends, even at work. it was a lonely life, but most of the time, you were okay with that.
it started small—finishing shifts at the same time, bumping into each other at the station, being assigned to the same hotel room to cover the same area. at first, neither of you said anything. it didn’t matter; you only had your job to do. but after a few weeks on the assignment, it began—first, a small, polite nod when you crossed paths. then, one day, you offered a soft “hello.” he didn’t answer the first time.
but time passed. glances turned into words. words turned into numbers. your first date wasn’t officially a date. it was that night you walked back together to the hotel, both of you taking longer paths just so the night would stretch a little more.
there were no big declarations. no dramatic moment. it happened slowly, like most things in your life. you shared a takeout dinner in his room, sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. he handed you the drink he knew you liked. your fingers brushed. you smiled. then his hand found your cheek and he kissed you—hesitant at first. after that, you stopped requesting separate rooms.
your marriage wasn’t big. it couldn’t be. neither of you had much family, and you kept it private. no one at work knew. you both agreed not to interact on the job. but behind the door, it was different. softer. his hand would find your shoulder after a long day.
“hi, love,” he’d say, quiet and warm. you had built trust, love, and safety behind those walls.
it was one of those late nights, after a full day in the subway station. you’d agreed to meet at the same platform—he didn’t want you walking alone. not because you couldn’t handle yourself—he knew you could—but because he didn’t want you to have to. you’d just finished with your last recruit. walking across the empty platform, your steps echoed in the still air. but something shifted—an off feeling, a presence too close.
“hey, you got a minute?” a man called out. taller than you. hand hovering too close to your arm, fingers twitching like he’d grab it if you didn’t stop. you did stop. maybe he’d seen you working, maybe he thought he could play too.
“depends. what’s it for?” you asked, voice low, professional.
“thought we could grab a coffee. saw you around all day. figured you could want a little fresh air?”he laughed, like he was trying to keep it light.
“i’m not interested,” you said, smiling politely, not unkind. you turned to leave, and he didn’t follow, but he called out again behind you.
“you sure? just coffee—no pressure.” his tone stayed light, but it lingered.
your lips parted, ready to shut it down again, when you heard slow, familiar footsteps descending the stairs. you glanced toward the exit. “damn,” the man muttered, still watching you. “not even a smile?”
you knew he had been watching—waiting. observing whether the man would drop it before he had to step in between the two of you. he was always patient in these moments, always watching, calculating—because he trusted you. but he didn’t trust other men. he knew too well what they were capable of. and when the man didn’t back off, when he stayed too close and too persistent, your husband simply broke the silence.
“she said she wasn’t interested.”
the voice was calm, direct. not loud. it didn’t need to be. your husband stepped onto the platform, taking his time. his gaze locked on the man, who was suddenly a little less amused.
“whoa, alright,” the guy said, holding up his hands slightly. “just talking.” your husband didn’t look away. didn’t raise his voice. “talk to someone else.” the man chuckled awkwardly, glanced between you both, and shrugged.
“fine. wasn’t trying to cause anything.” he turned, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and walked off. your husband watched until he was gone, then turned to you. his eyes softened.
“you okay?”
“he was harmless,” you said quietly. “just annoying.” he stepped closer, brushed a strand of hair from your forehead. “still didn’t like the look in his eye.”
you smiled, faintly teasing. “you always this territorial?” he didn’t answer—just leaned down, kissed your forehead, and let his hand rest at the back of your neck.
later, in the hotel room, he said nothing about the man again. he just held you a little tighter, fingers brushing your wrist, your cheek. you caught his soft expression when he looked at you in the mirror while you brushed your teeth. in bed, he kissed you softly. held you close. pressed his lips to your forehead before breaking the silence.
“you’re mine.”
you kissed his shoulder in return. “i know.” he stayed like that, lips resting against your skin, one hand still cradling your cheek.
“my wife,” he whispered. a reminder to you both—you were his, and he was yours. you looked up at him, amused.
“you jealous?” he tilted his head slightly, pretending to think it over. “just making sure you’re not into guys who flirt badly in train stations.”
you laughed, quiet and warm. he smiled at the sound. “yeah, sure,” you said, “i’ve got a type. tall, well dressed men who threaten strangers with just their eyebrows.”
“you love it,” he said without hesitation. you didn’t answer. he already knew.
if the man had been more persistent, more threatening—the next morning, you would’ve found his knuckles scraped raw.
if you don't mind can you do salesman x gihun or it could be top male reader instead gihun if you don't fuck with this ship. but power bottom salesman is just not leaving my brain 😫😫. just passed out gihun waking up to pure blackness. his eyes widen/open yet he can't see anything and it takes a while for him to register that he is blindfolded with a tie and even longer to register the weight of another body on top of him moving against him.
just the salesman being unhinged as he rides gihuns cock. letting it go deeper inside his cunt with each thrust as he scrolls through gihuns phone that he was using to track him. and when gihuns becomes fully aware of the situation all salesman can do is laugh and mock as he calls him mister/big brother and tells him how he should have taken the plane. him taking out his revolver with one bullet and putting it against gihuns temple. telling him how the frontman's not gonna like him being nosy and pulling the trigger all the while not stopping from riding the old man.
WORSHIP YOU
sub top gi-hun x ftm power bottom salseman
summary: the salesman kidnaps gi-hun and fucks him (and it gets dark from there)
warnings: necrophilia, fauxest, rape. i do not condone this outside of fantasy.
also, finished this insanely quickly! took 1 day instead of like 8 as per usual, due to my new strategy!!
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gi-hun’s head was pounding. he had no idea what was going on, why he felt so disoriented and what was causing his massive headache. he opens his eyes, but all he sees is darkness. he realizes he’s wearing a blindfold, and he’s also bound with his wrists tied. then, another feeling sets in. someone is on top of him. and the both of them are naked. not only that, but the person seems to be riding him. he gasps, and tries to squirm away from his assaulted, but it’s to no use when his captor pushes him down.
“move again, and il kill you. just let me rape you, okay baby?” he says , slowly raising and lowering his hips. gi-hun groans and nods, whimpering in fear and pain. the salesman smirks and goes faster, grinding down into the older man’s cock and moaning out his name. he was so turned on, his cunt dripping to help with the friction of the cock rubbing against his walls and stimulating him.
soon, he feels as he’s going to cum soon. he tilts his head back, raising himself onto his knees, before slamming down again and again into him, creating as much pressure and pleasure as possible for himself. he squeezes his thoughts together and slides his hand down to rub his clit, moaning and crying out as he came, squirting all over the other man’s cock and stomach. he pants and groans, staying seated on the other man as he catches his breath. he rubs up and down on gi-hun’s chest, pinching and rubbing his nipples. he leans forward to the man’s ear, gripping his head.
“you stupid fucking idiot. you should have just taken that damn plane.”
he pulled away, smirking at him. he knew that gi-hun would blame himself for being assaulted, especially with the help of what he had just muttered in his ear. he couldn’t stop himself from moaning out in pleasure at both the cruelty of his words and the feeling of his wet cunt enveloping his cock. the salesman puts his hands on to the other man’s shoulders, rubbing them softy and groaning and how good he felt. gi-hun was much above average when it came to his size, and the salesman always liked them big. he adored him with all his heart and even if this was unconventional or immoral, it just felt too good to give into his horrifying desires.
“oh fuck, big brother, i’m gonna cum again!” the salesman moans out, riding him faster. gi-hun flinches, shocked at the name that the man above him had just referred to him as. the taboo nature of it all was now turning on gi-hun as well, feeling himself leak pre-cum into the other man’s leaking cunt. he starts to thrust up into the other man, chasing his orgasm desperately. his cock twitches, and he cums with a cry of pleasure.
while gi-hun is still dazed from his orgasm, the salesman reaches for his gun, placing a single bullet inside and aiming it for the side of gi-hun’s head.
“the front man won’t like this. so i’m sorry my sweet brother, but i will have to kill you.”
he pulls the trigger.
he keeps going, however. he is so close to cumming again. why would he stop? and he looks so innocent and vulnerable like this. the blood is dripping and pooling around the both of them, but he doesn’t care. he keeps going harder, until he tightens around him completely and cums. he collapses on top of gi-hun, panting and moaning.
Hi, could you make one about berlin where we are younger than him and we take part in the robbery... smut plss (agegap, little rough)
DISOBEDIENCE
Warnings : tons of errors,mentions of pure JEALOUSY, honestly written, PURE ROUGH SMUT, Bathroom degradation at all costs, unprotected p in v, age gap (Berlin 45 and we being 25 or maybe more less), slapping cunt, biting, excessive usage of bad words,
A/n : Thank you so much @loveparkhae-soo for kindly acknowledging my words. A special thanks to ya'll for being the lovers of my fics. Please this time acknowledge my inbox as well for your fantasies. I am going to write a fic having a whole definition to my genre.. Sex .. Please bare with it and ya, l guess try to have interest.
Pairings : jealous! Berlin x fem! reader as well as Denver x fem! reader.
It was the time when the professor had apparently told us to have rest, leaving behind the stress about the hostages and money. While Nairobi and Tokyo were gossiping about a boy band, you decided to sit beside the boys. When the Chinese brothers were fighting over a shitty thing, you thought to engage with Berlin, or your appa who is actually your oppa (*boyfriend). Yes, the 45 year old, old man enough to be your dad was the one residing in your heart. You never thought about the age gap as a problem, but Jung Ho thought it to be as hot and sexy part of your relationship.
As you were approaching, Denver had caught you midway, which made Berlin move his eyebrow in question.
" Wanna dance, baby girl" Asked he twirling towards you.
" Now is not a time, to do such a stupid thing" You barked in response and was going to leave him standing, but Denver had different plans.
" Wanna punish this stupid boy, in the bathroom , y- know, you could climb over me and ride my cock, until l become lifeless and make my tongue overstimulate by your juices. " Asked he, jokingly. This was the fifth time he had teased you like that, but now your patience was over. So to teach him a lesson , you decided to play along him.
" Meet me at ten then in the second stall" You said seductively.
Though your comment was considered as a comeback to shut Denver's teasing by everyone except for Berlin. He was shocked to see this attitude of yours not for him, but for a stranger who was well......
About your age. Does that mean you were getting attracted to....
"You need to be taught a lesson." Berlin mumbled to himself and stood on his feet. He then shook his head towards the bathroom, indicating to go there as soon as everyone sleeps.
It was too late to realise, that you had put yourself in the middle of a blunder.
As soon as everyone had slept, you made your way towards the bathroom stall. You knocked it gently, only to hear a frustrated ' Come in ' coming from inside.
After you had closed the door. Berlin started to speak.
" You really, invited him huh.."
" Let me show you what you are missing out "
He zipped open his jumpsuit and then lowered his boxers, to free his cock from the clutches of precum. He started to stroke his cock with ease, first slowly and gently, gradually increasing the pace. The strokes were making his mouth to gasp and free all his curses. Seeing him all in the sweat and stroking his cock, you started to drip well. Before you knew you had moved your fingers to your clit, to ease your throbbing clit. Berlin noticed this, and said..
" Like being a needy slut, huh.... Now aren't you thinking about ---your--- Denver's cock huh.."
He decided to ignore you today, he had decided to punish you by not giving you attention today, but you moaned something out loud.
"Appaaa... Forgive me appa, l ---am all yours, l am all yours to play with appa, your slutty toy"
Something changed in his demeanor and he commanded " I see you needy bitch, stand still and l might give you your reward "
Hearing this, you withdrew your hand from your clit and soon after sometime Berlin also came hard.
"Undress" Was all he could say between the gasps. You both undressed, messily as you couldn't wait to go the moon and back.
Then without warning his hand made his way towards your cunt and slapped it hard. Though in pain, you were turning into a hot mess.
"This cunt belongs to me, my 20 year old girl" Said he seductively in thick North-Korean accent. He continued slapping, until your cunt became red like blood. ( Chill it's not blood though 🔴 ) Then he started to give you hickeys all over. In the crook of your neck, on your lip, four on your belly, ten on collarbone, hundred on your breasts, two hundred in your inner thigh and thousands on your sensitive, cumming hole and ass. They were all gonna hurt forever.
Then without warning he made himself into you, he was gentle at first. You started to moan his name out loud and made so lewd expression, which couldn't be resisted by Jung Ho and in return turned him on for more harder thrusts.
"Appa--ah-- so big...Ah appa, l am yours--; no one can make me-------feel the way you do. ----ahh--- ahh-- appa sorry. "
" That's right ------- you are mine and mine. No one can ever take you away from me " Said he getting deeper inside you with each thrust.
Soon enough you were on the brim to attain orgasm. Berlin noticing this made his tongue to explore every inch of your mouth and you both rolled your open mouthed tongue with one another, while doing so your hand went to his balls and massaged it,and his fingers stimulated your clit. You never separated your tongue from the other as you had cummed hard on his dick followed by him seeping his seed. You both got up to dress yourself up but Berlin had different plans. He pulled your hair and spat in your mouth and made you swallow it and made the way for his tongue over your earlobe and came down upon your chest , trailing his way towards your dripping hole and sucked it leisurely by rolling, folding, flapping his tongue for almost an hour and tasted his seed mixed with your juices. While you just buckled and grinded against his tongue.
After almost an hour of sucking his cock as a returned favor, which made you earned praises, you both cleaned and dressed together and give each other a peck on ones lips.
" Appa, l am sorry, all l wanted to do was shut him up"
"Its okay sweety, you took me so nicely, l am pleased and happy. After all this gets over, l would love to be your husband. Would you like to be my--"
" Yes, appa, l would like to be yours for ever, till my last breath"
A/n: This was way too much rough, please do leave a like and follow and continue to shower me with your requests. Though this is quite short, l hope you will like it.
Warnings : PURE SMUT, degradation, hair pulling, spanking, sucking lollipop ,Tons of errors, lazily edited but written honestly
On Request ( which I basically begged from @swtt4hk )
Also for @218sw and @loveparkhae-soo
A/n : l like accepting requests, so please shower me with your thoughts or views. Bare with the smut. Not so professional in writing such things but can imagine it in 4k. If you liked it, please do reblog and like the post and you can send me any query.
Continuing from the time, when Kim Beom Jun had been released from the prison* or perhaps penitentiary*.
Pairings : Kim Beom Jun x fem! reader
The day had finally arrived. Today was the day, your boyfriend was going to be released from the penitentiary. You had missed him so much, and you knew whatever might the thing be, he would always love you. You thought of the things you would do, when he would come by the door. You would prep his face with kisses and tuck away all your worries in the crook of his neck. Then you would let him towards the bathroom and make him sit in the bathtub, and make him all fresh and clean by your own hands. Then you would feed him all his favorite dishes, which had been prepared by your soft hands, by your own. But suddenly you started to feel horny, you had thought about something. After a while, you found yourself wearing a short skirt about your thigh length and a sheer buttoned blouse which was highlighting your black-strapped bra. The outfit was showcasing your long, delicate thighs as well as your cuddly belly along with your black panties. You don't seem to recollect your thoughts upon your outfit of the day. But were eventually cut off from your internal analytic thinking by a knock on the door.
Your heart started to beat faster as you were approaching towards the door. You held the door knob in your hand and jolted it away. Your adrenaline started to take over you as soon as you saw the man, from who you had been away for several weeks. The man, who is your lover. The man, who is having a face of innocence. The man, whose eyes are turning black in front of you.
The man, who is glaring at you in such a way, a predator glares at his prey.
Before you could say something, he slammed his lips upon you. He moaned into the kiss and in return you grasped at his fast action. After few moments, he parted away with your soft lips.
" Did you touch yourself while thinking about me..Hmm..." Said he while touching your clothed cunt.
" Ummgh-" You couldn't say no more. The sensation had electrified your whole body. Without waiting for an answer, he kissed you again, but this time bit your bottom lip and slid his tongue inside your moaning mouth, devouring your tongue as it is for his life.
" Jump, *breathing* slutty bitch" Said he after he parted away, only the string of saliva joining your lips.
After wrapping your legs around him, he made his way towards your shared bedroom. To his ultimate shock, you had a pillow which had his shirt around him.
" Do you ride this pillow, usually? "
You usually used it for cuddling in sleep ( You had rode it twice though 💀) . But seeing him so turned on, you decided to play with it and you nodded innocently.
" Yeah, like being a slutty bitch"
He tossed you over the bed and came over you. You couldn't control yourself , but move your hands over his visible bulge.
" Beom Jun..Ahhh"
He had made you bent over his lap and had turned your skirt in such a way that your cheeks were visible to him.
" You need to be taught a lesson, huh.."
Declared he before slapping your cheeks hard. You were not able to process the feeling. You were muffling in pain and tears were forming trails on your face but you were also dripping wet in your panties.
After almost a hundred spanks, you were commanded to sit on the floor. He unbuckled his belt and boxers only to free his precum filled cock.
" Needy, huh, suck this, toy"
You started to swallow his shaft in your throat. In return, he started to pull your hair, to guide your licks. You were impressively doing your job, which earned you his breathy moans, gasps all calling out for your work.
" I am gonna cum ---- har-r-rd , you better swallow it bitch--"
His seed seaped hot in your throat and you swallowed almost 10,000 million sperms in your mouth.
After this steamy session, you eventually lay on the floor because you were too tired to go to the bed. Beom Jun who had seen you laying idly on the floor, decided to come by you. So he caught up from the bed, picked you up in the bridal style and placed you upon the bed.
" You took me so nicely, good girl" He kissed your forehead gently.
" My girl, all mine to live with "
You were so euphoric that you could just nod in response to his compliments.
" I missed you so much, l had been feeling so lonely without your presence."
" Me too, darling.. I missed your beautiful smile, your beautiful face and your moans most prominently. " Said he honestly.
" Promise me you won't leave me again"
" I promise, l won't leave you, jagi. "
Then he gets on his feet, towards the cabinet. You wondered why would he go away, so suddenly, only to see him coming back with a medicinal oil.
" What is this for, Jagi, are you suffering from pain somewhere.?? "
"This is for your sore and incredibly soft ass" Said he licking his lips.
" Yo, com'on stop and apply it, it hurts so deliciously "
He made you lay in such a way, in which your stomach was facing the mattress and your skirt was turned up to show your ass.
" I am so sorry, love, for hurting you "
" It's okay, besides l only liked it. " Said you turning the lights off.
" Now turn about, l need my hands on your waist and my face in your scented neck, to forget about my past experience in th-"
He was cut off by you closing the space between you and him and by your playfulness in his hair twirls. .
A/n : l don't think l did justice to this request. But still, please try to like it. I hope you are okay with the smut as well. And lf love my writing style, please come ahead and share your views, l will write it as soon as possible. Please don't ignore this shit.
A/n: So, this part is staring from the time when Seong Gi Hun and the reader have already been rode towards the island by the Frontman. I did it cause it is better to do so. So ya, l hope this is nearly descriptive because l am bad in this stuff.. Wish me luck, l hope you like it..
You woke up to the strange smell of acid, at least it seemed to be a strange and sanitized smell. You had your body pressed against a bed, which had lost its warmth and comfort, it was a bare metal behind your back, which was able to give you a back ache which would last for centuries. You managed to sit, realizing your are at the topmost level of something, a bunker. You were feeling kind of filthy, only to realize you have your clothes changed into something made up of gym and synthetic, rash-y material. It was turquoise in color and had a number stitched on one of its side. 019. You heard the noise of loud chatters of both help and amusement. It suddenly clicked onto you about the whereabouts of this strange place.
The games
It were the games, which took place on the island. The games about which you were told by Gi-Hun. The games, for which you had teamed up with Gi-Hun, to stop. The games which
Took your life from you. The games which took Sang Woo from your life.
You were pulled away by your thoughts by a voice screaming your name. It was Gi-Hun, who was vocalizing your name. To your surprise, he was on the topmost bunk of the next bunker.
"Are you okay ( Name ) "
"Yes, l am. What about you?? "
He nodded in response, to let you know that he is fine. But his eyes betrayed. They were gloomy. He came back to a place from where he had escaped before. A place which were printed in his nightmares.
A place which took everything from him
From the bunk, you could see hundreds of people, some confused, some happy (weird), some sleeping and some crying. But the thing, which is depressing you is that they don't know what beholds them in the future. They don't know that if they don't win in the upcoming games, they would eliminated from their lives as well.
You were made awake from the thoughts by the big, silver metal doors slamming open. You saw five guards approaching towards the players while the players came out of their bunks and stood in the crowd. Gi-Hun signalled you to go and stand near his bunkers. Your panic-filled brain nodded and stood near him. The guards made their way towards the center of the platform, they explained and told us about the situation. The players were obviously scared and were asking general questions on being 'abducted' so unexpectedly. Some people, such the player 120 were vocal enough to raise these kind of questions. But in response, there were embarrassed by showing the videos of them badly losing in Ddakji against the Man, who had shot himself in Gi-Hun' Motel.
There were some annoying and weird players who were asking about their fucking shoes and whether they could wear the ' pink-colored dresses'. Seriously fucking insane. Then, you noticed something fishy..
A Guard who was staring at Gi-Hun
You thought that he might have seen him three years ago. But then a chill went down your spine..
The way, the guard had shifted his gaze upon you when Gi-Hun had went first to fill out the form. You were too busy to notice the guard' body language. The way his eyes were kept on you, the way he was stiff when he saw you noticing him. You kept your eyes on all the guards, but none were behaving like him.
Him..
Sang--
SANG WOO
No.. It was not possible, you were imagining things..No, he had die--..
No,
He had fainted
What if, observing his wit and tactics, he had been kept as an guard..
You were so lost in your thoughts that you couldn't hear that the people behind you were requesting you to move ahead. To your dismay, you were in front of the odd guard. Shit.
You didn't even care to read out the form. You signed it away in a hurry and went ahead. From that on, you decided to tell this to Gi-Hun.
Epilogue: Sang Woo referred to as He
He had stepped onto the platform after his head guard. He was scanning the crowd, knowing only one would be a winner and if someone was as unlucky as him, he won't even get a peaceful death. And others were gonna be decomposed as a piece of trash.
While scanning the room, someone caught his eye,
Hyung...
Hyung looked different, he had trimmed his long hair into micro- bangs, he was looking terrible as if he didn't had food for almost a year. He has bags under his eyes, showing his poor sleep schedule. But why is he back again??
He could have led a peaceful life with all that money, could have won his family back, could have been the richest person in Ssamung-dong..
Could have led the life, l wanted..
And who is he signalling to?? A Gi----
(Name) ...
No this can't be --
Hyung has brought her--
Lord, he is still so beautiful. Still so pretty, but scared. Is she staring at me?? She is watching over me..
Do l have to see her die--
No, it wouldn't be like that, she is my warrior, she is my strong girl..
I will protect her..
*sniffling* l missed her so bad, l just wanna apologize to her, hug her, even if she would angry at me..l would apologize to her a thousand times, l want to tell her that l love her with all my soul and then would take shelter in the crook of her neck. Oh.. She is approaching towards--
She ran..
l think she might have a suspicion on my existence and maybe Hyung has told her that l might be still alive.
A/n: Did this shit in one day.. I hope you like it. If this reaches 10 notes, l would continue making the chapters.. Not bribing lol. Please if you like it follow me, like and reblog this post. And whosever can post it in a community of either Sang Woo Or Squid Game ' please do the needful.
@saradika-graphics for the cool dividers.. Keep making these beautiful masterpieces.
