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arabellasleopardcoat · 1 year

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Honesty (Daemon Targaryen × Reader)

Summary: In which Prince Daemon seduces his unwilling Lady Wife.

Warnings: Smut. Dub Con/ Non Con. Oral sex (F receiving), P in V sex. Stark reader. Convenience Marriage. No use of Y/N.

A/N: First time writing for Daemon. Reader is the oldest sister of Cregan Stark and acts as his regent. Might write the full story one day. High valyrian from an online translator, not explaining it because I wanted the reader to not know the meaning.

The shift was white, silky, and oh so tiny. You stared at it with contempt. It had cost you a pretty penny, as had the cosmetics Lady Manderly had so eagerly pushed into your hands. Red tint, she had said, to paint your lips and enhance your natural attributes in other areas. The woman had even had the nerve to point at your breasts!

It was ridiculous, this whole thing. Had you been born a man, there would be no need for this nonsense. Had you not been born a Stark, it would still be happening, but perhaps in not such a brutal way. Or had you not been tempered by the cold, made so brazen to insult and oppose Otto Hightower, perhaps your punishment wouldn’t be marital rape.

Still. It was your duty, and you intended to perform it. It was the only way to keep Cregan, Rickon and Sara safe. And you would do it. Prince Daemon, your lord husband, as he insisted you called him, could surely get the deed done faster with the proper incentives.

You took off your gown, having been previously unlaced by your trusty maid. You put on the dreaded, lacy shift. The latest fashion in Dorne, you had been told. For how expensive it was, it certainly was made of little fabric. You glared at your reflection, watching how the long sleeves had a vertical cut that made them useless. Your skin broke out in goosebumps, as you wished you could add more wood to the fire.

Some rustling could be heard outside your room and you panicked. You were running out of time. The tint! Made of some berries, you hoped didn’t poison you. You quickly rubbed it on your lips and cheeks, trying to seem less like the terrified girl you were and more like an appealing sight. You sat down, primly, on the foot of the bed just in time for Daemon to enter the room.

“Wife.” He rumbled, coming to stand in front of you. Daemon had docked his furs and armor, his sword no longer rested at his side, just as your agreement dictated. He had come to you unarmed and barefooted, yet it didn’t make him cut a less intimidating figure in the least. His purple eyes looked at the tint with curiosity, and plucked it from your hands. “Getting ready for me? I’m touched.”

You glared at him, trying to hide how much nerves pooled in your stomach, how you were cold from fear, skin clammy and pale.

“If I must…” You shifted to your hands and knees, and lifted your shift, exposing your naked folds and arse. It was quite the vulnerable position, and heat started to spread almost immediately to your cheeks and neck. You hated the humiliation it brought you.

Daemon’s breath hitched. Clearly affected by the sight of your prone, soft body, on the bed. “What are you doing, zoklītsos?” His hand went to your exposed folds, finding you as dry as the sands of the dornish deserts. You nearly jolted at the touch, and only his hand on your hips kept you in place. It was not a good omen, you had gathered, from nights spent exploring your body before the cold and worries had turned you into the frigid ice queen the lords in the South accused you of being.

“Go ahead. Do it.” You closed your eyes, keeping them tightly shut, and braced yourself for the pain. Daemon tsked, his warm palm caressing your bottom.

“Hells, you have been deprived.” He pulled your shift down, covering you.

“I do not understand.” You frowned, looking at him over your shoulder, still on your hands and knees. “This is right, I know. I have seen animals do it.” Your tone was of absolute confidence, petulant, even. To you, it was one of the facts of life. The sky was blue, the sun rose in the west, and fucking was done on one’s hands and knees, with the man behind you. It cracked Daemon out. He snorted, hands still busy fixing your shift. It soon turned into a full-blown belly laugh, at your icy glare.

“Poor little wife, your previous lovers have done you wrong.” He palmed at your ass. You hated how the warmth of his palms made you shiver. Good gods, how was he so warm, barefoot as he was and in only a linen shirt? You wanted to kick at him, at the offense of your virtue, perhaps make an icy comment, but you were frozen in shame. “Unless…” Daemon’s hands moved to your stomach, urging you to get up on your knees. He pressed a kiss to your exposed nape when you did, as if rewarding you. Stubbornly, you tried to escape his grip, but he only hugged you tighter. “Oh, what a treat you are… The gift that keeps on giving, zoklītsos.”

“Shut up and get it over with.”

“Don’t be like that, little wife.” He kissed your jaw, tenderly, and when you moved your face away from him, Daemon adapted and started kissing a path down your exposed neck. “You wouldn’t like that, sweet innocent virgin you are. I would tear you apart, and that's no fun.”

“Oh, by the…” You muttered, exasperated. You tried telling yourself that the red of your cheeks was out of rage and not embarrassment. Used as you were at being the smartest one in the room, you deeply disliked how out of your depth you were here. It was not your fault, being uneducated on these matters. Orphaned when you were a lady just flowered, there had been no time for anything else but caring for your siblings. “Why must every woman you meet burn for you?”

“Because I am the blood of the dragon. Heat is in my veins.” He mouthed at your shoulder, this time. His kisses felt like a trail of fire down your body. It was… Waking feelings you didn’t wish to have. Nipples pebbling, hairs standing up, pleasant shivers and all. You breathed in and out, trying to control yourself. Daemon pushed the sleeve of your shift down. “My proper little wife. My ice queen. You will melt, in the end.” He kissed back up and towards your ear, whispering, cruelly. “They all do.”

Your breath hitched. A slip. The first of the night. You could feel Daemon’s smirk against your skin.

“Do you really want to find out how the fire in your veins meets the ice in mine?” You remarked, coldly. It was an attempt at projecting a bravery you did not feel. Bravado. Nothing more. And Daemon could tell.

“Fire can melt ice.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your throat. With the way he held you, curling and uncurling around you, Daemon reminded you more of a snake than a dragon. You felt as if you were in the grip of a boa, constricting around you, robbing you from your air, leaving you breathless. It was wrong, being so excited at being the sole focus of such a predator. But heat was pooling between your legs, you were getting embarrassingly slick.

“Ice can put out a fire.” You warned, one of your hands going to his silver locks and tugging. You got exactly the opposite reaction of what you wanted. Daemon’s eyes closed, expression turning into a delightful mix of pleasure and pain.

“Only a fool would meet your ice head on.” He kissed your sternum. You remained as still as a sculpture. He tugged at the sleeves, until they gave. There went the dornish shift, ruined forever. You felt a distant rage at having wasted so much gold on it for him to rip it apart. Daemon drank the sight of your exposed chest eagerly, seemingly entranced. You tried covering yourself, but he grabbed at your wrists.

“I think not, Lady Wife.” Then, very tenderly, he pressed kisses to the top of your breasts. You whined, low in your throat. It felt good, and he had no right, no right at all, to get your body to betray you like this. “You see… A tiny flame, if constant, can begin…” Daemon kissed lower, encircling your areola, purple eyes gleaming with mischief. “To melt your ice.” And with that, he took your nipple into his mouth, making you let out a little scream. You squirmed, feeling more wetness gather between your thighs. If you wanted to keep your dignity, you had to get away from him. But Daemon’s grip wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard you tried.

“No… I… Husband… Please. Please.” You begged, shame so deep you were nearly in tears. How it was that easy for him to take you apart, you didn’t know. Despite your pleas, his tongue circled your nipple, his lips making nearly a vacuum around it. His hand came up to pinch at your other nipple, warning. “I don’t want this, please. Just… Just…” But whatever you were saying got lost into your moans, until you were unable to know if you were asking him to stop the sweet torture or give you more of it.

When your tears started to fall in earnest, Daemon let go of your breast with a nearly obscene slurp.

“What is it, zoklītsos? You don’t want the attention of your Prince?” You nodded, and he gave you a mocking little coo. It almost made you think he would stop. Almost. If not for his hands, bunching up your shift until you were exposed once again. Under the candlelight, your cunt glistened with how much wetness you had produced. You tried to close your legs, but he kneeled, forcefully keeping them apart with his torso.

“No. I doubt that's the problem.” Daemon rubbed a finger against your entrance, not putting it in, but just pressing. “I think my little ice queen is melting. A big puddle, she is turning into.”

“You think…” You got cut off by a moan. Daemon had found your pearl, and it seemed he knew exactly what to do with it. “Yourself so smart. Smug…” He pushed a finger inside you, making you yelp, and effectively unable to finish your sentence.

“If you still have coherent thoughts…” He pulled away from you, taking his shirt off. Your eyes immediately were pulled, as if by magnet, to his chest. He had a warrior’s body, muscles all functional. Deliciously broad shoulders, toned stomach with the slightest hint of definition, yet still slender in the way most Targaryens were. Closer to gods, indeed. He bent down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach, making you squirm.

“Lord Husband…” You warned, noticing how his kisses started to approach your privates.

“Lady Wife.” Daemon repeated, with a mocking tone. Then, he curiously pressed a finger against your button. This time, your hips bucked, and you were unable to quiet the moan that slipped from your parted lips. “Such a pretty cunt you have.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Oh, but where is the fun in that, zoklītsos?” He spread you apart, as if opening up the petals of a flower, gentle but so casual. “If I wanted a quick fuck, I would have taken one of your servants, or found myself a whore.” Daemon leaned down and licked a strip over your cunt. In your haste to muffle a scream, you brought one of your hands to your mouth and bit down on your palm until you tasted blood. It was the oddest feeling, a line of scorching hot electricity on your exposed sex. “I intend to enjoy you. As often as I can. That’s why I accepted marrying you.”

“I don’t… I….” You muttered, but you weren’t really opposing him anymore. It was impossible to think about anything apart from what he was doing, of how his heat and wanton ways were starting to warm your blood too. Daemon kept licking at you, making your hips twitch. He was entirely ignoring your pleas, apparently finding great pleasure in the way he took you apart.

You felt like you were burning up, as if something that had been long asleep in you had started to be awakened. Long hidden and forgotten desires that were making themselves known. You found yourself looking down, mesmerized by the sight of the blond shock of hair between your parted thighs and how it bobbed up and down with each eager lick he took. Your hand reached down, tangling in Daemon’s hair, and it was then, you got pulled over the edge.

Daemon would later say it had been the way he had groaned against your pearl, what had made your thighs quiver and tummy tense, an impossible amount of wetness dripping down your thighs. You would say, if asked, it had been the way his purple eyes met yours, mouth still busy at devouring your cunt and face twisted into the most smug and deviant expression you had ever seen. Whatever it was, it pleased him greatly.

“I knew you had it in you. You weren’t cold.” Daemon whispered against your skin, kissing a path towards your mouth. He was unhurried, dedicating lavish kisses to your hipbone, moving to mouth along your belly button, gnawing hungrily at your ribs. Under him, your body went lax and pliant, spent with the first climax you had experienced under his careful touches. “You just needed a dragon to warm you up.” He licked at the sweat collecting in the hollow of your throat, before finally pressing a kiss to your lips.

This time, you answered. You took his lower lip between yours, playfully. You could taste and smell yourself on him, and it was more alluring than what you had ever thought.

“Good.” He said, pulling back. He started to undo his breeches, and you felt panic grip at you some more. This was it. You had to fulfill your end of the deal with him, let him take you. As if he could feel your nerves, Daemon rubbed your thigh, affectionate. “Do not fret, zoklītsos. You will enjoy this, too.”

“It is meant to hurt.” You answered him, pouting. He tapped at your lower lip, gently.

“Put that away, before I have to bite it.” Daemon took out his cock and rubbed it up and down your folds, gathering the wetness. Despite your fears, a wave of desire overtook you. His fingers had felt good, so had his tongue. You wondered if this, too, could be pleasurable. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many bastards being born in Westeros, right? But you were supposed to bleed. Bleeding was not pleasant, ever.

“I…” You grabbed at one of his hands, holding on for dear life. He may not have been your choice of husband, but he had vowed to protect you under his gods, standing in the sand and mixing your blood with him. Daemon took his valyrian vows seriously. You were desperate for any scraps of reassurance he was willing to give, even if in normal circumstances you would have rather died than be helped by him.

“It won’t hurt.” Daemon said, kissing your forehead. You looked up at him, eyes wide in fear. He squeezed your hand and lined himself up. You felt the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance, and wondered what it looked like. It felt blunt, and it was very warm. “I will do it on one thrust, like ripping a bandage off. You probably don’t have your maidenhead, with how fond you are of riding. And if you do, you are more than wet enough.”

“Lady Manderly said it hurt her, the first time.” You pouted again, and this time, he did good on his promise. He leaned down and kissed you, biting at your lower lip playfully.

“She has a fool for a husband.” Daemon muttered, kissing your ear. You shivered, nearly mewling. You weren’t aware of how sensitive you were there. “Trust me on this. I know more about it.”

“Taken many maidenheads?” You remarked, with a hint of a teasing smile on your lips.

“Jealous, ice queen?” Daemon licked a strip down the base of your neck towards your jaw. “You will have to admit you know little of the topic.”

“I would say I know plenty.” You answered, glowering, just as he thrust inside of you, seemingly tired of the conversation. At the sudden feeling of fullness, you yelped. But there was no pain, as he had promised. Only an odd feeling of being stretched and filled to the brim, and a slight discomfort. “Rude.”

Daemon smirked. He stayed still, letting you time to adjust. You took a deep breath, and shifted to rest your weight on your elbows, to take a curious look at where you were joined. To your disappointment, you could only see a cloud of light hair, mixing with yours, hips impossibly close.

“Did it hurt?” Daemon flicked at your pearl, absent-mindedly. He groaned when that made your walls tighten around him.

You glared.

“No.”

“You silly girl.” He laughed, starting to thrust. The friction felt good immediately, and you moaned, grabbing at his shoulders. “And you thought fucking could only be done on your hands and knees.”

You didn’t answer, choosing instead to cling to him, mouth falling open in moans you were unable to keep quiet anymore.

“Fucking is a pleasure.” Daemon insisted, pinching at one of your nipples, You whined. He could be telling you the secrets of the realm, and you wouldn’t care. “And I will teach you all about it.” He grunted in your ear.

You were too gone to care about his smugness. Your heels dug into his back, pulling him closer and closer. You met him thrust by thrust, scratching at his back until your nails were bloody. Daemon kissed you and tugged at your hair, desperate to claim you. You could hear his silent laughter, feel his mocking smile against your skin. He had finally gotten what he wanted, a reaction out of you. It could not be faked, this pure, raw emotion. Soon, his fingers found their way to your button, making you whine and squirm. It was too much for your poor, abused body. You screamed his name as you reached your second peak of the night.

Daemon thrust several more times, practically vibrating with smugness. He grabbed at your body, fingers digging in the flesh, surely bruising your hips. His mouth was slightly parted, and something stirred in you at seeing him so raw. Daemon had been right, you realized. Many moons before, he had said bodies spoke and were honest in ways their owners were not. And so, you let yours speak, tugging at his hair, sucking bruises in his pale neck. Perhaps there was something there, in the way he held you closer, shuddering and spilling himself with a muffled cry. Something that mere lust couldn't explain.

You both laid there, panting. Daemon looked down at you, and brushed your sweaty hair out of your face.

“I think, Lady Wife, that the coldness of the North might just be bearable.”

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riseofamoonycake · 6 months

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Hi! I would like to read something about female!reader sending nudes or photos in bath suit to her s/o.

Free choice on the characters, but I don't follow ror or bsd, so if you can don't choose these fandoms.

Ok! Since you didn't specify anything, I chose some interesting babe from a fandom I accept and made some hcs eheheh... and thank you *^* I had a very pleasant time while writing it!

Reacting to you willingly sending them a nude (or a photo in bathing suit)

Featuring: some of my favorite men in JJK

Choso, Kashimo Hajime, Higuruma Hiromi x fem!reader

Choso

As soon as Choso sees the notification of your message, he doesn't think twice and opens it immediately, innocently, even smiling: so, out of the blue, this poor boy finds himself in front of a photo of your body thight in a skimpy swimsuit, which leaves very little to the imagination and yet covers what it needs to cover.

Choso stares at the screen for a split second, just long enough to realize what he is looking at, then turns completely red and has to take his eyes away to focus on something else, whatever it is, while shaking all over and starting to sweat profusely. You hit him, you knocked him out: congratulations, you killed Choso. After this experience, he will never be the same as before.

The blush accompanies him for the rest of the day, as well as what he saw: there is no possibility of making him forget the vision of your breasts wrapped in that miserable flap of fabric, of your plush thighs, of all that exposed skin and only for him… and as soon as Choso sees you again, it gets worse, because he can't even speak and you have to be the one to come closer, take his face in your hands and squeeze his cheeks, and hug his neck while you ask him if everything okay, chuckling as I notice his usual paleness softened by a nice bright red.

"Did you have to do it? What is it, a new form of punishment?", he whispers to you in a faint voice, without the courage to look at your face or touch you; and for the rest of the day he will be on another world. Poor puppy, let him breathe and recover a little; afterwards you will have a lot to talk about…

… And in any case, the photo was more than welcome.

Kashimo Hajime

"Aaaahhh, what a naughty girl…"

Without hiding an amused and excited smile at the same time, Kashimo continues to observe the photo you sent him, observing every detail of that body fully enhanced by the costume you are wearing and barely hidden by the sarong that you - stupidly - decided to put around your waist, so he carefully saves the photo, closes his cell phone and shakes his head, placing that vision in a safe corner of his mind and continuing to do what he had to do: whether he was in the midst of combat or engaged in a simple errand, the pleasure only comes in following duty, otherwise it cannot be fully exalted. Every now and then the photo comes back to him, as it should, but he manages to keep it at bay and not let it interfere with his duties; but when the god of lightning has completed all his commitments and can dedicate himself only to his beautiful partner… it is better for you to start running away.

It is really necessary for you to find a safe haven, because wherever he is, it takes Kashimo just a few minutes to reach you and appear in front of you, his eyes wide with excitement and the most perverse grin you have ever seen crossing his face. Electric shocks crackle around him, aiming in your direction like hissing snakes, almost enveloping you as his arms tighten around your back with energy.

"There she is, the little brat! What did you think you were doing by sending me that photo, hmmm? And why have you already got dressed?"

Well, I told you to escape: now, enjoy as much as possible Kashimo's hot hands that grab and squeeze you, tearing everything you are wearing to caress and pinch the flesh underneath, while his mouth it closes around the neck and bites it with the same hunger as a wolf, carving its mark on your throat, or it seeks the warmth of already dripping folds into which to insert that long and already darting tongue…

Higuruma Hiromi

Your photo arrives just at the most suitable time of the day, when there is total chaos in the law firm, and Higuruma opens the message almost by chance, as if to seek salvation and a bit of calm in your words.

And words are not at all.

The man's breathing is the only thing that changes in him, because his face remains impassive: however, his mind goes blank for an instant while the image of your naked body comes to occupy the entire screen and pushes away practices, tasks and deadlines with the force of a kiss, and he no longer hears anything or responds to anyone.

After entire minutes of silence and immobility, only a: "… Oh?" soft as a caress leaves his lips as he continues to stare at the screen and everyone believes that he is simply enchanted reading something, even if his eyes remain fixed and no one dares to come closer to check what is happening; and in the end the lawyer takes a weak sigh, closes his cell phone and goes back to his work as if nothing had happened, even if his day has completely changed.

His serious expression doesn't change even when he comes home and sees you, and initially he doesn't reply to your smile; then, just before you can say anything, he steps in front of you and stares straight into your eyes. “So, about what you sent me today…” A pause. "Show me the proof of what you say."

You laugh, already knowing where he is going with this; a matter of a few moments, before he grabs your face and gives you an intense kiss, one hand tightening around your hair to gently pull it and the other already undressing you, while he presses his chest against yours until he pushes you against the wall. You smile as you say goodbye to your clothes and underwear, because nothing can stop Hiromi until you are completely naked, just covered by that veil of light coming from the chandelier; and he can grab your hips and dig his nails into them while he lifts and holds you pressed against the wall with his own body, undressing himself just enough to allow you to caress him and him to take you in place and find relief in your soft arms.

Your excited gaze and bated breath push him to start to destroy you slowly but firmly, savoring your every moan and tremble, staring at you while you throw your head back and expose the throat to everything he wants to do to it. You richly deserved it, with your beautiful photo; just as you also deserved the long spanking session that will fall on your sweet buttocks as soon as Higuruma has tamed you well and then his gavel will find a fun use on you for the whole night…

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misseviehyde · 6 months

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HAIR-SPRAY

Being a smart person meant you could usually figure out a solution to any problem.

For instance, Clara and her friends had worked out how to create an allergenic hair-spray to force their bullies hairasite to split from her head.

In aersol form - it was the only substance yet found that could force a hairasite to split from a host and one blast was enough to divide the symbiotic relationship.

Hairasites were living creatures that attached themselves to a hosts head and transformed them into an evil bitch. The process began when you placed it on your head and by all accounts was highly pleasurable. The hairasite would merge and begin to corrupt you at once, altering your very DNA and causing chromonsonal and hormonal changes that could only be reversed by removing it.

Your brain chemistry would alter so that doing naughty and bad things would make you feel good. The hairasite would enhance your ego and warp you into a cruel mean bully who always got what she wanted. It would make you want to be a bratty bitch and fuel an obsession for sex, power and money.

Super hormones would pump round your body making you more feminine, more beautiful. Cheek bones would rise, breasts would grow, asses would inflate. The hairasite would turn you into the idealised form of toxic femininity. You would become a hot smirking bitch with a tight pussy and an impossible level of beauty and charisma, making others want to serve you.

Removing a hairasite was almost impossible and the longer it was attached, the more it and it's host became as one. That was why the hair-spray was so amazing. One short blast of the allergens caused the living hairasite to detach and fall off, harmlessly neutralising it and the host it was using.

A few days ago Clara and her friends had tried the spray and overnight they had stripped the bully of her power, turning her back into a normal girl and removing her hairasite.

Her friends had wanted to burn the evil creature, especially her bestie Josie, (who had been bullied the most) but Clara had convinced them to place the hairasite in a container for further study.

Now it sat in a glass jar on her desk as she examined a single strand of it and tried to work out how to make the allergens even more effective. She assumed the strand was dead - separated from the main clump of hairasite.

Holding the wisp of hair up using tweezers to get a better view of it, Clara was suddenly shocked and surprised when it burst into sudden life and breaking free of her tweezers leapt and rooted into her own scalp.

For a moment she was terrified, but then she took a deep breath. Not to panic. It was only a single strand of hairasite and she could remove it with the spray. She reached for the can.

But wait...

Wasn't this a perfect opportunity to safely find out how the hairasite bonding process worked and develop a better response? After all one strand couldn't hurt her right?

A warm pleasurable feeling was coming from her head. She felt delicious and wondered what the hairasite was doing to her brain chemistry.

She felt... she felt... horny. Mmmmh, maybe she should remove the strand? She hadn't expected it to work so fast. Her hand tightened on the can of allergens.

But now she was feeling something else. She was feeling arrogant. Her lips twisted into a smirking smile as a delicious feeling of superiority filled her. This was a new feeling and she should be cautious and yet...

Didn't she have a right to be arrogant? She was the one who had had the idea to create the aersol and she was the one who had been brave enough to use it. Hairasites held no fear for her. She was the Mistress here and this creature would never gain the upper hand on her.

In fact, she could probably control the power of a hairasite better than anyone else. She bet even if she attached the whole thing she could use it's power for good and stop herself being corrupted.

Of course she'd have to let it make SOME changes to her, but she was sure her willpower would be up to the task. It would be foolish not to take some advantages from wearing a hairasite. Imagine what she could let it do to her plain nerdy body?

Clara imagined what it would be like to be beautiful and sexy. She had always envied their bullies hot body and how popular she was. It didn't seem fair that nerds and smart girls like her should be treated as lesser than bitches like the bullies.

She imagined being slimmer, sexier, perkier with bigger boobs and a gorgeous face. She imagined being able to wear fashionable clothes and show off her skin. Mmmh she could even start talking in a slutty bratty voice like their bully used to.

She imagined having the confidence to get her nails done at the expensive nail bar in town, and go out on dates with the hot boys she'd always fantasized about. THEY'D be the ones queuing up to date HER.

Didn't she deserve to be beautiful and hot? If one strand of the hairasite could make her feel this good, imagine what the whole thing could do?

And after all, she could always remove it if it started to turn her evil. She had the hair spray and the hairasite knew it. Perhaps she could train and control the hairasite? Train it like a pet. Take all the positive effects and remove the negatives.

If anyone could do it, it would be her. She deserved this opportunity.

Dropping the can, Clara stood up. Her panties were drenched and her body was throbbing with lust. She knew what she needed to do. Picking up the glass container she unscrewed the top and reached carefully inside.

The hairasite coiled lovingly around her arm. It was so soft and sexy. She giggled and watched fondly as it flowed up her arm and she smile became euphoric. Yesssss this was her destiny.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk yesssss," she hissed as she felt it reach her head and leap into her hair.

A soft brunette plume of hair now hung from her head; silky and rich. The feeling of the hairasite was intoxicating. She shivered in pleasure. One strand had felt good, but this was fucking orgasmic.

"Yessss change me... come on... give it to me."

Clara moaned as she felt hormones surge round her body and the hairasite eagerly bonding with it's new host. She gasped as her bones popped and cracked and her frumpy nerd body straighened up and grew slimmer.

Her skin tanned and her flat boyish chest pushed out into perky cheerleader C-Cups. Her legs became longer and her face prettier as beautiful bitchy eyes with long lashes fluttered in pleasure and her new mean mouth curved into a true bitchy smile of bratty confidence.

"Mmmh like yeahhhh, this is soooo much better than like being a nerd."

Stretching her body, Clara admired how tanned and flexible she now was. The hairasite swayed with her motions, part of her head now. She looked fucking amazing. She looked like a bully.

Mmmmh, that was hot. Being a bully was so fucking great.

Clara laughed as she remembered how she had convinced herself she would use the hair spray if the hairasite turned her evil. Why would she do that? Being bad felt goooood. Her tight new pussy was already wet at the thought of being the centre of attention and bullying her former friends. That bitch Josie in particular had it coming. She had always been envious of Clara.

"Yessss make me a fucking bitch. Rewire my brain to make me really nasty, I LOVE this," giggled Clara. She stroked her hairasite lovingly. "Mmmh, you and I are going to make such a great team."

Her eyes fell onto the aerosol can and her bitchy mouth twitched in amusement. "Ohhh and don't worry about that, I have an idea."

*****

"Why isn't it working?" screamed Josie in horror as she blasted Clara's hair again with a concentrated dose of the aerosol and the evil bitch just smirked at her.

"Oh Josie, you fucking dumb loser. You have heard of antihistamines right? I just made a new hairspray that gives my hairasite complete immunity to that stupid spray. Ughhh it does itch a little though and it's making my beautiful hairasite all dry, so now I'm really fucking pissed off."

Clicking her fingers, Clara smirked as her former bullies friends... now her loyal clique of bitches closed ranks around her. "Girls grab her and hold her still. This little bitch tried to hurt my beautiful hairasite."

"Nooo Clara please. That thing is evil, this isn't you."

"Ohhhh this IS me loser. You have no idea how fucking good this feels. Now then..."

Reaching into her handbag Clara laughed evilly as she pulled out a pair of hair clippers and switched them to life.

"Right thenJosie... lets see what you look like without YOUR hair. You're gonna be such a laughing stock by the time I'm done."

And as Clara advanced on her helpless victim, she and the hairasite were now as one and it felt so fucking good.

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #hairasite #f2f corruption #bully #corruption #evil bitch

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Unusual Suspects

You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure.

Warning: yandere themes, catfishing, blackmailing, coercion, namjoon x reader, sexting, sextoys, squirting, fingering, sexual enhancement, voyeurism, cursing, reader is naive of course, fingering, nipple sucking, creampie, backshots, oral (f receiving), humiliation kink, blackmailing,

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'I always thought you were beautiful.'

Your smile slowly widens as you read the message on your phone.

Namjoon was - in your eyes - the man of your dreams. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. Perfect smile with the same perfect set of teeth. Dimples cheeks so deep, you swear you could probably cuddle in them - of course not literally. Overall, Namjoon was the whole package. He was intelligent, studying English at a neighboring university.

You began speaking with him around three months ago. You were already too timid to introduce yourself when you met him officially three months before that at a party (via your best friend, Taehyung). They weren't close, friendly acquaintances at best.

When you got a message from an instagram account claiming to be Namjoon, you were over the moon. The account had several hundred followers and many pictures that you never questioned if it was him or not. As the both of you spoke often, you received pictures from Namjoon personally - pictures of him at museums or taking walks at parks.

You weren't opposed in sending your own pictures of you visiting museums, as well, or strolling through gardens or frequenting cafes and bookstores. Namjoon was a good conversationist. There was never a dull moment when they both of you were immersed in your conversations about life and any and everything.

The intimate pictures came recently, Namjoon sending one first. A picture of him laying down, clothed bulge on display. The sight of it makes your mouth water and thighs clench. You were hesitant to send your own pictures, but you do. You were self-conscious about your body. You never were sure if you had the flat stomach, decent size breast and butt. However, sitting and dwelling on it would do nothing but make you insecure so you sent the picture.

You didn't regret it when Namjoon sends a flood of messages claiming that you were beautiful, comparing your beauty to goddess and even angels. You were flattered and it causes you to send even more pictures - each one becoming more explicit and raunchier.

It didn't stop at pictures. He'd send you videos of him, claiming that your beauty was what caused him to touch himself. He'd send you videos of him pumping his cock in the camera, heavy breathing in the background. He asks you to do the same and when you do, you feel unsure. You never touched yourself on camera; and even if you, you'd never send it to anyone.

Vaginas weren't appealing to you. You didn't enjoy touching yourself without a toy because of the wetness it caused, but for Namjoon you would. The sensation was weird at first but knowing that Namjoon would enjoy your videos doesn't cause you to stop. You plunge your fingers in and out of you, breathing deeply until you're moaning his name.

Each video session you sent one another, you became more comfortable. You appeared naked more often than not, nipples erect and more willing to add your face into said videos - even if Namjoon never did.

You were hesitant to tell Taehyung. He has been your best friends since childhood and any crush you had he never approved of. When you'd attempt to date, he'd claim that he was a male and understood how males worked. He'd never stopped you from dating but wasn't one to not say "I told you so" when the boys you chose weren't who they said they were.

Taehyung had caught you one night. The both of you live together in an apartment a few blocks away from the University you attended. You were careless this time. Taehyung being one of your closest friends, he didn't care much for personal space. He'd walk in on you while you showered and speak to you as if nothing was wrong. He'd walk around in his underwear and even walk into your room without as much as knocking. There had been many times Taehyung had caught you masturbating - this time it felt more humiliating because you were recording.

Taehyung wasn't going to let it go until you told him who you were sending those videos to, so when you did, you can see the glint in his eyes. He wasn't thrilled about you sending pictures to Namjoon, but you were a grown woman. You could do whatever you wanted and what you were doing wasn't illegal. Besides, Namjoon was a good guy unlike the others you were interested in.

You and Namjoon never spoke on the phone, nor spoke face to face - even though Facetime. You tried, but it failed each time. Namjoon claimed to never have the time and you were understanding - Taehyung not so much. But you were adamant about Namjoon being who he says he was. He posted regularly on his instagram and on his stories - the bike rides were your favorite.

'Do you like the gift?'

The message reads.

'I can't wait to see you ride it.'

You only agreed in riding the sex toy Namjoon had sent to you if you could do it on facetime. You had called and was surprised that he answered. It was dark but you could see his dimples even in the dark. Namjoon turns the camera to his exposed cock and you felt compelled to ride the cock he sent; your mind fantasizing that it was him you were riding.

Your pussy clenches around the dildo, juices sliding down the shaft of the large cock you rode. You moan each time your crash down on it - Namjoon's muffled moans in the background as you do so. He's currently pumping his cock roughly, eyes stuck on your tight pussy.

You moan his name loudly, not caring if Taehyung was home and could hear you. He would surely never let you live this down, but you were determined to cum with Namjoon.

You do cum, juices flooding out of you, and you release one last high pitch moan.

Taehyung does indeed laugh at you, making his own high-pitched moans imitating your own.

Taehyung begins to miss you. You were his best friend, someone who would always be there when he needed you. He took your time for granted. You had boyfriends and lovers, sure, but they never took up much of your time.

Namjoon, however, had. You'd often be on your phone when you were home, eyes glued to the screen completely. Your signature movie marathons were interrupted when the notification from your phone went off. You'd be smiling ear to ear and suddenly, he was second place.

You and Taehyung couldn't as much as play Mario Kart without you pausing to send a message to Namjoon and now, you were working his nerves. You were always his number one girl - hell, his number one person. As much as he had girlfriends, he'd never let them come between your friendship. His former girlfriends never understood that you were his best friend and came first - maybe that's why he was single now.

"We need to talk." Taehyung pipes up one day during dinner. You were both eating burgers and the constant sound of your phone going off was driving him irate.

You furrow a brow at Taehyung but nod.

"Are you sure you're speaking with Namjoon?"

You stop chewing. You turn towards him on the couch and stare for a few moments.

"Don't give me that look, Y/N." Taehyung rolls his eyes. "You said you never seen in face during these calls."

Maybe Taehyung was being picky and possibly confrontational. However, your well-being was his top concern. There was a possibility that whoever you were conversing with could be a creep using your naivety to their advantage.

"You do this all the time, Tae." You murmur, voice low. You no longer have an appetite.

"Y/N..." Taehyung sighs. He understands that tone in your voice. "I don't mean to hurt you-"

"You think Namjoon could never like me." you shrug your shoulders, biting your lip. "No man can ever like me in your eyes."

"That's not true!" Taehyung exclaims. He places his plate on the coffee table and turns to you fully. "I love you, Y/N. You know this. I just don't want you to be taken advantage of."

Taehyung was no fighter, but if your well-being was compromised, he would. He was a man, after all, and men had sick thoughts. Some thoughts he would never bring to the light, but they remained there, nonetheless. He'd hate to see you in a situation that could bring you to a depressive state.

"I just miss you. I miss us." Taehyung leans back into the couch and releases a sigh. "You're always talking to Namjoon and you never have time for me anymore."

"Aww," you began to smile. "Tae Tae!" you laugh. You lean forward to wrap your friend into a hug. "You missed me this much?"

Taehyung chuckles. "I hate you." he responds, but he returns your hug, nonetheless.

Taehyung was jealous, he'd admit. He'd never felt as if he'd ever lose you to another man before.

But Taehyung understood that one day you'd need to find a partner and eventually, you'd get married and have a family of your own. There would come a time where Taehyung won't be the most important person in your life anymore, and though it'll hurt, he'd have to get over it.

"You know I'd never leave you behind, Tae." you tell him, assuring. You lean back from the embrace. "Do you...think it's Namjoon?"

Taehyung bites his lips. He's unsure himself. A part of him wants to believe that Namjoon is the man you're speaking with. But he was sure this could be an episode of Catfish. You rarely speak to him on the phone, and when you do manage to facetime him, his face is never in the camera.

Taehyung swallows. "Well..." he trails off. "Why don't you ask to meet up?" Namjoon lives in the same city and goes to a neighboring university. Meeting up wouldn't be anything difficult if he is who he claims to be.

"I tried." you nod your head. "He...he says he's busy with school work and-"

"Y/N." Taehyung interrupts. "What did I tell you?"

You roll your eyes and groan out, "If a man wants to see me-"

"He'd make the effort to." Taehyung finishes with a nod. "Now, maybe this is Namjoon. But if you're going to keep fucking yourself-"

You widen your eyes and yelp. "Shut up!" you slap his shoulder.

Taehyung released a loud, deep laugh. "Don't hit me! I'm just saying, Y/N. You can't keep doing this virtual relationship when we live in the same city as the man."

You knew Taehyung was right. There's been many offers on your part to meet up, but they were always shut down. You tried to be supportive and understanding, but it was frustrating.

"Do you think he has a girlfriend, maybe?"

"Please don't put those thought in my head." you groan out, hands on your head now. "I cannot imagine being the other woman, Tae Tae."

Taehying shakes his head. "I'm just curious. Nothing more, nothing less." he assures. He knew what you were when you got into your own head. "Let's go out. It's happy hour."

You snicker. "You don't drink often."

"Duh." Taehyung responds matter-of-factly. "Half off all smoothies. Let's go, we only have about 30 minutes left."

This is what you adored about Taehyung. He was spontaneous in a way. He wasn't like other men and was a nerd at heart. You two had traditions. Every Monday there was a movie marathon you both attended in the living room - you both had later classes and didn't need to work. Wednesdays were considered errand day. Taehyung claimed to hate this day, but he never allowed you to hold a bag from the grocery store after running around throwing everything in the cart.

Taehyung was your best friend and you're grateful that you met him many years ago; and just as grateful that you maintained the friendship even into your adulthood.

"Y/N, open the door!"

You lean against the bathroom door, tears trailing down your eyes at an alarming pace. Your hands tangle in your hair and you're doing everything in your power to calm your breathing.

You're embarrassed.

You're traumatized.

You're disgusted with yourself more than anything.

Taehyung continues to knock on the door in hopes you'd open up to him. He hated seeing you cry. You appeared vulnerable and fragile. But he was your best friend and needed to help you through your pain.

You fingers pull your hair at the scalp while you attempted to drown out Taehyung's knocks and calls.

You were wrong about him - Namjoon. You couldn't face Taehyung now. You were positive that he wouldn't laugh in your face about how you were wrong about him. However, you wish that the ground would crumble up and swallow you whole.

While Taehyung and you were out getting smoothies, his eyes had caught an interesting site. Namjoon wasn't someone that you could miss easily. He was as tall as he was clumsy, and clumsy he surely was. Him dropping three smoothies onto the ground as soon as he got it causes Taehyung to offer help.

Taehyung and he chatted for a few moments, laughing at how clumsy he was. They weren't friends, but they weren't strangers.

That was your moment to enter. Maybe he didn't see you there with Taehyung. When else would you get the opportunity to meet with him? You introduced yourself and Namjoon offers a wide dimpled smile that faded each moment as you began to speak. He was confused - genuinely confused on what you were speaking of.

"You were talking to me?" Namjoon ponders aloud. "I-I...don't think it was me."

You felt hot upon hearing the words. The confusion on his face, mixed with the hesitance in his voice. He was telling the truth. He didn't know who you were in the slightest.

"Hold on!" Namjoon calls, but you sprint out of the cafe. Taehyung follows close behind you.

"Open the door, Y/N. Please talk to me." Taehyung is begging now, pleading with everything in him for you to speak with him.

Taehyung steps back when the door swings open. Your eyes were puffy, and cheeks stained with tears. He steps forward to engulf you in a hug, but you step around him. You make a dash to you into your room, but Taehyung is trailing close behind you. As you try to slam your door, Taehyung pushes his way through. "Ignoring me won't make it go away."

"I don't want to talk." you cry. It was bad enough that you had to deal with the fact that you were dumb enough to believe Namjoon would talk to you. Now, having to face Taehyung - someone who voiced his own concerns about it - was just a slap to the face.

"Y/N. I'm your friend!" Taehyung hisses. He doesn't mean for his words to come off harsh, but he would be damned if he allowed you to be alone in your own self-pity. "Let me comfort you."

And you do. Taehyung doesn't speak when you cry into his chest. He was sure his shirt would be covered in tears and snot by the time you were done, but nothing a little laundry detergent and water could help.

Taehyung rubs your back soothingly when you calm down. He doesn't push you to talk to him right away. He understands your hurt - he only wish he could take your pain away.

"I feel so stupid." you murmur after an hour. Taehyung and you now laid upon your bed, your head on his shoulder. "Namjoon must think I'm a loser."

"He doesn't." Taehyung responds. "He looked concern. I didn't have a chance to speak with him." You were his main concern, but he'll have to get in contact with Namjoon and explain the situation sooner or later.

"You were right." you bitterly scoff. "I showed my body to some creep like a whore."

"Stop it, Y/N. You aren't a whore." Taehyung turns to you. He's glad you aren't crying anymore, but he wasn't going to listen to you insult yourself. "You were catfished. it happens to all of us. Block that person immediately."

And you do. You were hesitant in the beginning. A part of you wanted to believe that the person you were speaking with was indeed Namjoon, but you understood you had to do what was best - which was blocking the catfisher. It shouldn't be anything to question. It was the obvious thing to do, but you can't stop yourself from feeling empty afterwards.

Taehyung on the other hand decided that he needed to keep you at eye level. He didn't wish to smother you - being overly affectionate about your situation would only make you think about the situation more often. But he knew he needed to be there for you as much as you'd let him.

A week thus far had passed, and Taehyung is unsure how you're handling everything. He's sure you're choosing to ignore everything. each moment he'd ask if you're alright, you'd brush him off as if it was obvious that you were indeed alright. "Why wouldn't I be?" you'd ask in response. Why wouldn't you be alright? You were catfished by who the hell knows. This person has your nudes plastered all over their phone. It would be traumatizing for anyone.

Another week passes and you're walking alongside Taehyung to your joint apartment. You're content that he hasn't spoken about the situation. You were glad you had a Taehyung in your life that cares for you, but you needed nothing more than to move on from this situation.

Taehyung presses the buttons to the apartment to unlock it. He twists the door and swings it open. He flicks on the lights and halts in his tracks.

You push around him to enter. Your eyes catch the scene before you and you suddenly feel sick to your stomach.

"Y/N..."

You don't respond to Taehyung. Instead, your eyes are flickering to the countless pictures hanging in the apartment - all of you. The same pictures you sent to the catfisher.

'Who the hell are you?'

The last thing you wanted to do was get in contact with someone you never wanted to speak with again. This same someone could be someone dangerous and deranged.

How the catfisher managed to figure out where you lived to just display countless pictures of you - the same ones you sent to them - was psychotic behavior.

Taehyung had watched you break down one too many times, but this was different. You cried even harder as you snatched all the pictures and crumbled them in your hands. He's unsure what to do - how to comfort you. He's breathing heavily and he's attempting to rack his brain around this situation.

Taehyung asks if you'd like to go to the police station and report this. It was stalking and harassment, surely there was something that could be done. But you turned the idea down. You were humiliated. How could you go to someone and admit that you were catfished in the most obvious way and now being tormented?

Your hands snatch your phone from your bed once you received a notification. It was them.

You read the message while licking your lips in anticipation.

'Hello, Y/N.'

You're pissed now. Why were they responding as if nothing was gone?

'I'm sure you feel stupid.'

They were taunting you now. As if you were some type of joke in their sick game.

'What do you want from me?'

You hesitantly wait for a response. You're unsure if you want to know. The type of material they had on you was enough to ruin your life.

'To embarrass you.'

Your eyes begin to water. You're racking your brain to figure out what you did to deserve this? Did they know who you were personally? You weren't one to be rude to anyone, even when they deserved it. You've gone to restaurants where your order has been royally fucked up and you've never complained. You were polite when needed to. At your own job, the customers and their attitudes were off the wall, however, you could never bring yourself to give the same energy they gave.

'You've allowed me to embarrass you. You've sent me these pictures. They belong to me now.'

Your stomach churns.

'And you also belong to me now.'

Taehyung knocks at your door. He hasn't heard from you in hours. He told himself it was best to leave you be for a while, but a while has passed. He feared you would hurt yourself. No, you never did anything to hurt yourself before, but you've never been through anything such as this.

Taehyung twists your doorknob and pokes his head in. The room is dark, but he can see your body curled on your bed, head faced down. He hears slight sobs, and he feels horrible. "Y/N?" he calls, stepping forward. "Don't cry."

It was easier said than done. It wasn't Taehyung being harassed by a random person who knew a little too much about you.

"We're going to get through this." Taehyung places a hand on your back and begins to rub. "We can go to the police-"

"No." you jolt up and shake your head. You proceed to wipe your eyes. "They h-have pictures and videos and..."

"Sshh..." Taehyung shakes his head. "I understand but-"

"But they own me." you scoff bitterly. "They said...they said I have to do things for them. Him. Them...I don't even know if it's one person or not."

Taehyung furrows a brow. "Do things for them? What the hell do they want?" he hisses.

You begin to cry harder. You wanted to vomit all over the place. You feel your heart begin to break at what your life was becoming.

"Tell me, Y/N." Taehyung's voice becomes louder with authority. "What do they-"

Taehyung hears another notification. It's not your phone, but his own. He looks down at his phone and shakes his head. "I don't understand."

Your eyes watch as Taehyung opens the message and begins to read.

'Hello, Taehyung. You claim to love Y/N and would do anything for her, what are you willing to do to get her out of trouble?'

"What trouble, Y/N?" Taehyung flickers his eyes from his phone screen to you. "You can come to me for anything, you know that, right?"

"I can't-"

"Y/N you can!" Taehyung hisses, but another message comes before he can continue.

'You two are best friends, are you not? How friendly are you?'

"What does he mean?" Taehyung scans your frightened expression.

"He wants you to..." you feel sick, lightheaded. "to...he wants to watch you and me..."

Taehyung's expression turns from confused to puzzled in a matter of seconds at the realization.

'I bet you're asking what I get out of this. I like to see people like you squirm. You don't deserve this, of course, but bad things always happen to good people.'

"There has to be a way to track these people." Taehyung scoffs in disbelief. There wasn't a way they were going to blackmail the two of you.

"I-I tried...I-I-"

"Calm down." Taehyung places a hand on your knee. "It'll-"

Taehyhung's phone rings in his hands. It's the same unknown person and he answers immediately. He was ready to cuss and scream at whoever it was, but they're speaking before him.

"You can do as I say or everyone in your contacts - both of your contacts - will know of these pictures."

Your breath hitches in your throat. You don't recognize the voice, but it appears to be using a face tone either way, possibly through an app.

"If you choose to do as I say, I will send you a link to a livestream."

"L-Livestream?" you choke. Who the hell would be watching?

"Don't worry, only I would be attending."

"What are we expected to do?" Taehyung murmurs.

"You know. Fuck her."

You began to cry.

"You may say you're just friends, but how could you not want to fuck her when your room is exactly besides hers?"

Taehyung's fists clench.

"Do you hear her fucking herself-"

"Stop!" Taehyung hisses. "What do you want? Money?"

"If I wanted money, I'd ask for money." the voice offers a deep chuckle. "I want to see how much of a slut she is."

Your tears are falling effortlessly down your cheeks.

"If she could bare it all for me and she wasn't certain who I truly was, what is she willing to do with someone she's known for years?"

"We don't have to do this."

You're trembling, unable to look Taehyung in the eye. You feel naked before him - and technically you are. You were by no means insecure when it came to Taehyung. He's seen you down to your bra, but that was because you were drunk out your mind. Your intoxicated state had vomited all over yourself, the floor and the surrounding people.

This? This was different. Taehyung had never seen you in lingerie before and you're sure he didn't want to. Your arms were crossed over your chest, the lingerie you wore clinging onto your skin uncomfortably. It was lacy and black, and you're positive that it would be a set you adored if you weren't forced into.

You were shocked by Taehyung agreeing to the terms of the pyscho catfisher. In the beginning, you had concluded he only did so because you were a crying mess at the catfishers words. But when the catfisher had contacted the both of you once more a week later, Taehyung had not gone against his word. Even with the amount of demands they had - you wearing a specific lingerie that you sent to you. They have given both you and Taehyung sexual enhancements - liquid shots that you were instructed to take over 20 minutes ago on a livestream.

You owned a laptop, but Taehyung owned a desktop setup that he was instructed to connect to a larger monitor so the catfisher could comment while being a creep and watching.

You glanced at Taehyung and sniffled. He wore nothing but his boxer and though you never thought about Taehyung sexually, you couldn't help your eyes from wandering. You blamed the sexual enhancement.

A notification sounds from the monitor. Your head snaps to it, reading what the catfisher has written.

'You two are boring.'

Taehyung scoffs. He turns his head towards you once more. "Y/N..."

'We don't have to do this.' But you did need to do this. The threats and harassment were becoming unbearable. If they needed to see you embarrass yourself and possibly ruin your friendship with Taehyung, then so be it.

"You need to fuck me, Tae."

Before Taehyung can react, another comment comes from the voyeuristic catfisher.

'I want to see foreplay. Sex isn't enjoyable without it.'

You gulp. You inhale deeply and exhale slowly. You haven't had sex with a man in almost a year. By the look of Taehyung's underwear, your dildo could not prepare you enough.

'You already took the enhancements. Make this worth your while.'

Taehyung turns to you fully. He's attempted as much as he could to not look at you. He wasn't a pervert - especially to you. He loved you. You weren't the typical fuck to him. "Try...laying down."

You nod your head. You allowed your arms to fall to your sides. Taehyung himself blames the sexual enhancement he took. Had your body always been this inviting?

"W-What are we gonna do?" you murmur to him, laying down on his bed. You feel awkward and wanted to die on the spot.

"Relax." Taehyung responds. He places a hand on your knee and gently rubs it. "I'll never hurt you, Y/N, baby."

You feel the gush rush between your legs. Goosebumps run up your arms and shakingly release a breath. Taehyung's voice could possibly never be this deep before.

"You trust me, don't you?" Taehyung kneels down, brown eyes staring into yours. When you nod your head, Taehyung offers a small smile. "Open your legs."

The lace allows Taehyung to get a glimpse at how wet your pussy was. He grunts lowly, tongue poking out to wet his lips.

Your back arches when you feel Taehyung send a kiss on your clothed clit. You head is spinning - this was your best friend. You could even consider Taehyung to be like a brother, now you're not so sure.

Taehyung rubs his lips against your clothed clit, his cock twitching in his underwear. It's tight and needs to be torn off, but you weren't someone he would fuck into the mattress like a savage. He had to prep you first. Your scent is inviting - it makes his mouth water.

You can feel Taehyung's finger push the lace panty aside. You're fully exposed in front of him now.

Taehyung doesn't hold back. He licks a slow stripe up your clit and watches your reaction. It causes him to lick and suck when he notices you're just as into as he is - this frightens him. Taehyung suckles on your clit - his best friends clit - so savagely that his sucking is echoing off his bedroom walls.

You tell yourself that this is a onetime thing - that this could never happen again. It was the sexual enhancement that has Taehyung so deep into your pussy that you're enjoying it.

Your moans send Taehyung over the edge. He hooks his hands beneath your knees and locks you in place so he could continue to suck on your clit. He watches you, mouth agape and moaning for him so loudly that he's leaking like a teenager in his underwear.

"Tae..." you gasp his name, flinching at the overstimulation. "....fuck."

Taehyung lifts his head and licks his lips. "Are you okay, baby?"

You moan again because shit, Taehyung was sexy. You never thought this man was anything but your cute best friend who enjoyed playing dorky games and even more dorky hobbies. Was this what his former girlfriends experienced?

Taehyung enters two fingers inside of you. He pumps slowly, astonished at how wet and tight you were.

It's amazing that the both of you were forgetting the camera recording the livestream, but you two will blame the sexual enhancement.

"You're so wet, baby." Taehyung hisses, pumping his fingers faster. "So wet and so beautiful."

You groan, eyes squeezed shut. Your legs are quivering.

Taehyung's free hand allows your leg to fall. His hand snatches at the bra of your lingerie and tugs. He needed to suck on your breast - plump and ready. Your nipples are erect for him when he snatches them out and he doesn't hesitate to suck on them.

You can't hide your moans any longer. Your breast was a sensitive area, and Taehyung doesn't slow when he's sucking.

Taehyung's breathing quickens, sweat trickling down his forehead. He can sense that you were close to cumming just from how tight your pussy clenches around his fingers. He couldn't wait to be able to fuck you.

"You're going to cum all over my fingers, aren't you?" Taehyung's sucking extends outside of your nipples. He's biting your breast, appearing completely animalistic, and leaving behind marks and bruises.

"Yes, I'm gonna cum." you nod your head, hips wiggling to get away from the sensation. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." you hiss, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The sound of the squirt sprouting out mixed with your sudden screams are a perfect melody, perfectly in sync. The bed is wet, as are you and him.

“I’m gonna fuck you." Taehyung hisses, pushing his underwear down.

Taehyung is huge. His cock is sprung, pink and veiny. It was perfect.

Taehyung places the tip of his cock on your clit and groans. "Fuck, baby, you're so sexy." he murmurs, eyes glued on your wet, glistening clit. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

You nod without a thought. If he could finger fuck you into oblivion, you had a wild ride ahead of you.

Taehyung enters you and hisses. There was no time to hesitate. He fucks into you deeply, hands clenching your hips. He lifts your hips so that he has full control to get deeper inside of you.

"Shit." you moan, shaking your head. Your eyes catch on the site, Taehyung so focus on his thrusts that he doesn't notice you observing him.

Taehyung was so beautiful, so caring. You couldn't think of another man that you loved more than Taehyung.

Taehyung bites his lips, eyes flickering to yours. His heart jumps to find your eyes - filled with lust - already on him. "Feels good?" he smirks, nails digging into your skin deeper.

"I love you, Tae." you slur your words, you're positive you could cum again right now.

Taehyung halts his thrusts. "Huh?"

"I love you." you sigh. "Please don't stop." you beg.

You loved him.

Taehyung knows this. Of course you love him. You two were best friends - the bestest of friends.

But this confession of love appeared personal.

"I love you, too, baby." Taehyung flips you around. He slams your face into his bed. Your ass is in the air, and he sends a quick slap upon it before entering you again. "How much do you love me?"

You're unable to give a response with the power in his thrusts. Your hands clench his bedsheets.

"I love you so much, Tae." you moan, eyes squeezed shut. He was fucking too good that you couldn't do anything but say you loved him. You're unsure if a man has ever made you feel as good as Taehyung did - and that was deadly. This was someone you'd had to look at once the sexual high (and enhancement) wore off.

Taehyung groans, hips snapping into you. His right hand slaps your cheek. "Say it again, baby. Say you love me."

You enjoyed being hit, Taehyung notes, you clench around him.

"I-I love you...." you're cumming and moaning uncontrollably.

Taehyung was near himself. You sounded so beautiful; your pussy was amazing. Your body captivates him and he surely did adore you. The sayings were correct - sex with those you loved was far more intimate when it was with someone you loved.

Taehyung shoots his cum inside of you, cursing as he does so. His cum shoots out of you and it drips down your clit and onto his bedsheets.

You fall into the bed, breathing deeply. Your eyelids were heavy.

Taehyung falls besides you and wraps an arm around your waist.

Namjoon hands squeezes the tip of his cock, his eyes are glues to the screen. He came just in time with you and Taehyung, the sight amazing. He continues to eye his screen to see the both of you soundly asleep, forgetting about you livestream show they put on for him.

Namjoon was but a man. People would say he was a sick bastard if he found out what he was doing, but he wouldn't call himself sick. He was just...a man. He had needs like the rest of the men around the world had. Sure, maybe what he was doing wasn't necessarily "human decency" but he couldn't help his self.

Namjoon understood that he had a problem at a young age. He loved to see women in positions such as this - humiliated. Degraded. Helpless.

Namjoon once attempted to get help. He spoke to therapist about his sadism. He didn't want to hurt people, no, but watching and enjoying people be humiliated brough him great pleasure.

Namjoon was a voyeur. He adored being able to sit and attend the sex parties. The gangbangs were his favorite - the sight of a woman being completed used for pleasure brought him over the edge. He understood he was a sick individual, but he was far too deep into this.

Namjoon groans, pumping his cock in his hand at the site of Taehyung pounding inside of you. It was obvious the sexual enhancement had only enhanced the sexual attraction that was already there. Taehyung licked your pussy with such need and desire - only could be done with someone he truly loved and desired.

Taehyung fucks you with such need, almost as if he was waiting for this very moment. Namjoon cums too quickly for his liking, but it wasn't long until he was erect again.

The moans from Taehyung and you were the icing on the cake. You were far into the sex that you forgot he was watching. You should thank him, truly. You were getting the best sex of your life by your best friend - yelling out constant "I love you's". Namjoon was a match-maker, he thinks.

When you fall asleep, Namjoon manages to clean himself. He showers and washes the clothes he had on prior. His mind wanders to the previous weeks. How you had introduced yourself to him and how he had to pretend not to know who you were. You were hurt and the hurt does nothing but turn him on. He remembers the way you ran out of the smoothie shop in pure embarrassment.

Taehyung calls after you, but not before stopping by Namjoon first.

"How do you think she'll handle it?" Namjoon asked, furrowing a brow.

Taehyung shrugs. "She's embarrassed. That was part of the plan."

As Namjoon exits his shower, his phone rings. He strolls back towards his bedroom where his desktop laid, livestream still on. Taehyung was not in site, but you remained asleep on the bed.

Namjoon grasps his phone and hums. He answers. "You're calling sooner than expected."

Taehyung chuckles.

"How does it feel?" Namjoon asks. "To finally fuck Y/N?"

Taehyung groans. "Like heaven." he admits.

Namjoon snorts, rolling his eyes.

Taehyung's plan to get you into bed was a wild one. When the younger man had come to him with the plan, he had laughed in his face. However, Taehyhung remained stoic. He was serious, and Namjoon was intrigued.

Taehyung was no fool to Namjoon's own kinks and fetishes. Who else would be the one to go along with his plan? Sure, Taehyung's plan was a bit insane and time consuming. "Talk to Y/N pretending to be yourself, get her comfortable and then pretend to not know who the hell she is."

It took Namjoon months to get to know you. You were a genuine person, and the wholesome part of him understood what he was doing was wrong. But, the chance to witness you vulnerable had caused him to go along with the sick plan by no one other than your best friend.

"By all means necessary." Taehyung had assured, and Namjoon had delivered.

You were a beauty. You weren't the outgoing type so to get you to become intimate with him wasn't something to be done easily. But Namjoon was persistent. He got you comfortable enough that you bore it all for him - and he had the leverage he needed to break you.

Taehyung had received all the pictures and videos you had sent Namjoon - what he did to them, Namjoon had a clue. But he wasn't one to judge; he did the same.

"What now?" Namjoon sits at his desk. You stirred but didn't wake. "Is the game over?"

Taehyung sighs. "No." he responds. "I haven't compensated you."

Namjoon scoffs. "You don't need to pay me. It was fun."

Taehyung is silent on the other end, so silent that Namjoon checks to see if he had hung up.

"Don't you want to fuck her?"

The question catches Namjoon by surprise. "H-huh?"

Taehyung snorts on the other end.

"Tae, it's not funny." Namjoon hisses. "Stop joking."

'I'm not." Taehyung quips. "Her pussy still belongs to me, Joon-ah. I just want you to...have a little taste." Taehyung voice seemingly darkens, and Namjoon stiffens.

"Is that so?" Namjoon questions.

"Of course. I have to be there, though." Taehyung says. "I'm sure we can come up with another plan for her to let the both of us have her."

"At the...same time?" Namjoon can just feel his cock harden. He never participated in a threesome before and just the thought has him ready to cum once more.

"Yes."

Namjoon licks his lips.

"Okay." Namjoon needs to keep his composure. He couldn't allow his excitement to be exposed at this moment. You were once considered off-limits, but now Taehyung was extending his possession for him. "What's the plan?"

Taehyung clicks his tongue. "I'll get back at you." he says. "I know you're hard again."

Namjoon cheeks flushs. Taehyung knew him too well.

"I'm going to fuck Y/N again and you're going to watch." Taehyung sing-songs. "Give you a little show of just how good my pussy feels. How good it'll soon feel for the both of us."

Taehyung hangs the phone up and like clockwork, he's back into the room. Namjoon gulps. Again, he was but a man - as fucked up as it was.

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My 495th caption and perhaps, the most special

After making over hundreds of posts, reblogs, and more, I never thought I would get this far from making basic captions. It was supposed to be my small safe space to share my thoughts as a closeted trans girl. But after seeing how other trans people also felt with dealing with their feelings, I also made it a goal to share captions based on how others POV.

From just a small amount of people liking my posts to seeing my captions shared on Twitter and reposted on other sites like Instagram where it gains hundreds of likes, it’s amazing how something so small can turn into something big that may mark an influence on the new generation.

As of today, I have over 800 posts and counting. However, I have around at least 494 unique captions made by me (if I count remakes, parts, and other, the number is higher). I wanted to make the post the 500th caption, but because of time constraints and the fact I wanted to post this on Transgender Day of Visibility, I rather just post it now and get it over with. Well, ladies and everyone, here was my 495th caption featuring yours truly:

Face reveal captioned pic for TDOV

Yup, that’s me. (Well, I used some touch up enhancements.) Believe it or not, I have not taken HRT yet. However, thanks to having an androgynous look and a gaining experience of learning feminine fashion, I seem to have an idea of the type of woman I’m looking to become in the future. This pic was taken a while back when I was still crossdressing in secret. (Yes, those are breast forms. I’m using a blonde wig.)

Now I have one question to ask all of you: What’s the first name you would think someone like the woman in pic have if you’ve seen her in person? Reblog your suggestion or send a DM with your guess. I’m debating on choosing a girl name.

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fern-writes-stories · 1 year

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Miguel O’hara Headcanons

MINORS DNI !!!!!!!!!

♡ [a/n]; I am so fucking unhinged about him. anyways 🧚✨✨

✧ Pairing: Miguel O’hara x reader

✧ Summary: List of relationship headcanons for Miguel my bbg 😔<3 (smut and fluff) > > (tailored towards f! reader)

✧ Warnings: 18+/some NSFW under the cut, second POV, google translate spanish, mentions of oral (f receiving), marking/biting kink, mentions of bondage, mentions of edging, discussion of size kink, discussion of orgasms (f), lmk if I missed any!!!!!!

>> Miguel loooooves using his fangs on you. Nothing too brutal usually; he loves biting your neck, biting your shoulders, biting the insides of your thighs, biting your lips- whatever he can quite literally sink his teeth into.

>> He is very needy when he wants to be and gets touch starved very quickly, especially in his line of work; where Miguel might be away for days (or even weeks) at a time.

>> Although, somehow, he’s still very reserved when you’re in public. Nothing more than brushing your hand with his and giving you dreamy glances.

>> But once the two of you are away from prying eyes he isn’t afraid to kiss your neck or caress your thighs in a casual sense.

>> Miguel is positively crazy about you, and as such wants to make you feel so undeniably good that he will do damn near anything and everything to achieve that and get you to orgasm as many times as possible during sex.

>> For the same reason he loves giving you oral, and would do it for hours if the universe allowed him to. While he’s not stressed about receiving it in return, preferring to pleasure you, he won’t object if you offer it every once and a while. But in the end he’s quite happy to eat you out to your heart’s content.

>> Miguel alwaysss talks you through sex, and though he’ll degrade you if you ask he’s all the more about praising you for everything you do.

>> Especially in Spanish; “Eres mi niña buena, ¿no?” (You’re my good girl, aren’t you?), “Usted está haciendo tan bien, mami,” (You’re doing so well, mami,), etc.

>> Speaking of which, he has an endless supply of Spanish pet names for you. Cariño, mami, hermosa, mi cielo, mi amor, princesa and chiquita to name a few.

>> Definitely has a size kink. Just look at this fucking unit of a guy!!!!!! He loves how small you are when he looms over you in bed, how he can easily caress any part of your body with his calloused hands, how dainty (in his mind) you are compared to him. It makes him feel protective of you, too; like he’s the only person in the entire multiverse capable enough to keep you safe and happy.

>> If you asked him to pick his favourite body part of yours he wouldn’t be able to give a straight answer, he worships your entire body. Your supple breasts, your soft thighs, your sleek shoulders and tender neck, your hands which fit so perfectly entwined in his, and that preciosa (gorgeous) face of yours which he loves to kiss and admire; especially when you’re all hot steamy from sex.

>> He loves an s/o with a bit of chub, too. So much more of your delicious body for him to trail kisses across, run his hands over, to hold when he’s fucking you senseless.

>> Although Miguel loves pleasuring you he doesn’t shy away from teasing and edging, and a lot of the time he insists that you beg for your climax. He can’t help it; he just loves how you look on your knees, pleading for him to finish you off. It drives him mad with lust and you never shy away from such requests.

>> He goes crazy for any and all noises you make during sex and it’s a huge turn on for him. It lets him know how good he’s making you feel and he relishes every moan and squeak- and that fact alone nearly sends him over the edge.

>> He is so unabashedly gentle with you though, especially given his enhanced senses and abilities. There was the odd occasion where he had lost control once or twice and unintentionally roughed you up with his claws- not that you were ever excessively injured.

>> It didn’t matter to Miguel, though, because he would apologise for days and days on end regardless and do everything he could to make up for it, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the mark every day until it was gone.

>> But he’d be lying if he said there weren’t a part of him deep down that secretly enjoyed it- seeing you marked, by him, walking around with physical proof on your body that you were his and his alone.

>> He felt the same about whenever he left hickies or bite marks behind on your skin, drinking in the feeling it gave him like it was a drug.

>> If you ever feel the desire to spice up the sex you two enjoyed, Miguel is more than happy to incorporate his webs as a form of bondage. He adored the way it tied you together below him, wrapped up like a present on Christmas day just for him.

>> On that note, Miguel is never too worried about trying new sex concepts. He is open to every idea, of course, and enjoys the way you will occasionally present a new idea to him. The way you always ask him so shyly makes him want to fuck you right then and there and he laps the sensation up every time.

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best-cosmetics123 · 5 months

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rinbowaman · 1 year

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Mermaids Tale - Chapter 8

Okay i managed to finish chapter 8 and am posting it. not really proofread so please, ignore the errors and mistakes. we're getting closer and closer to the good parts.

You shut off the row of fluorescent lighting in the great hall of the museum, the clicking of your heels against the tile flooring seldomly pleases your ears as the echo of each click clack travels around the artifacts.

It has been over 3 months since you met Heeseung, yet only a week since you last spoke. The last meeting you had with him…it was…

‘How could he do that to me?...I never want to see him again. Should I move? But I just got to this city…’

You became pensive in thought, wondering that if he really was an Adam. Not only that, but the effect he had when he sang at the karaoke bar…it was the same with you. What was he, exactly? Is he truly an Adam or something else? Is it even possible? The clan was formulated in Ancient Greece, can someone of Korean ethnicity be an Adam?

You guess that it could have happened. Heeseung could be a descendant of a clan member that somehow, made his way to Korea at some point of time in history.

You ran through numerous possibilities that would support any logic you could think of as to provide a reason that would ground your doubts, trying to make yourself feel reassured. Your mind relives the second that you extended your hand politely, stating your name and a proper greeting as you prepare to shake his hand, leading to your despair and ultimate shock when you were able to physically feel the touch of his hand holding onto yours.

Worse than that, the last meeting you had at the friendly gathering when you had done karaoke…after everyone left, he…

The image of Heeseung’s face as he bit his lips, grazed his tongue over the top row of his straight teeth, looking like he was about to feast on his prey…you. In some aspect, he got a taste. The moment his hands roamed and groped your breast, touched you in the area that you had never breached with your own hand, causing you to melt and experience something you’ve never felt before. When he took his fingers, after glazing them with a part of you, and licked them clean while making you watch…at the time, you felt strange. You were fearful and yet, there was something else about it…that in that split second, you didn’t seem to mind it, because your body wanted more.

Now, being away from him and isolated in your workplace, it made your blood boil just thinking about it.

You remember going back home that night, wondering if he truly was what you were warned of for so long. The thought of it scared you, so much, that you nearly heeded your mother’s words of direction. A piece you believed you should have, although you nearly felt confident that everything was safe as long as you remain at a distance from him. At this point, moving may be a considerable option, even though you had just relocated six months ago.

Your mind shifted from meeting Heeseung to the night you made that promise to your mom, the promise you didn’t keep after she gave you her earnest warning.

……..

“We can and we would feel everything. Even without being anywhere the ocean. That is the most significant way to tell, since the ancient times, Adams became the only man that Sirens can feel. That means, they can inflict pain. Outside or beneath our skin.”

“Then…what then, mama? If I run, where do I go?”

‘……….’

“You go back to the sea.”

………

The flashback ends abruptly as you hear the door from across the conference lobby nearby open. It was strange, considering everyone had clocked out, the only personnel that remained was security who were posted on the first level near the main entrance. They only conduct their security roves at midnight, which enhanced the confusing state you were in as you slowly made your way towards the lobby to see who had just walked in.

Your heart plummets to the to the bottom of your stomach.

Heeseung.

What is he doing here? How did he even know you’d be here? Did he find out you work here?

A series of questions run through your head as you felt a small gulp race down the center of your throat. You never told him where you worked, where you lived, or the usual spots you go for coffee or the markets. You never told him anything yet, he here he was, walking towards you.

Clad all in black, his leather jacket sways as he strutted in a rather harsh manner, as if he was on a mission. He was looking directly at you as he walked past the chairs and the conference table, his broad shoulders and arms develop a momentum from his manner of walking, giving him an aggressive posture. His face was firm, very stern frankly, but you noted the hint of fluster in his countenance as he began breathing slightly heavier the closer he got to you.

You opened your mouth to ask him what he was doing here, but for some unimaginable reason, your voice would not produce a sound. Instead, you found yourself muted as you stood there just for Heeseung to grab you, pinning your arms to the sides of your torso as he keeps walking, your hands grabbed on to the leather sleeves of his jacket, cupping his elbows for support as his relentless movement forces you to take multiple steps back until your back makes harsh contact with the wall.

‘No!...Not this again!’

Strands of your hair were caught in his grasp of your arms, semi-weaved in between his fingers as he squeezes them, burying the pads of his fingers into your skin. You started to feel the pain.

The pain…

A cross between the sudden realization that you regained the sense of touch as he encounters you, and the pain of his grip, swirled you into an emotional frenzy. Looking down at one of his hands that firmly gabbed onto you, you slightly shift up, wincing as your mouth slightly juts open.

You noticed the way his face was looking at you. It was calm yet he had a peculiar expression that almost made him looked concerned, but also aware of what he was doing, like he was testing something.

Keeping the expression, he squeezes his grip around your arms. You wince again, only this time a small gasp escapes your mouth.

“You feel that… don’t you?”

Your eyes felt shattered as they widened in horror.

What did he just say?

“W-what?...” you stuttered, the burn on your eyeballs indicated you were on the verge of sobbing from fear.

You play dumb for a moment, that little voice tries to calm you by telling you he was just speaking nonsense.

“I said…do you feel it?” he speaks out through gritted teeth and furrowed eyebrows. You was warning you through his expression, to not play with him, he was in no mood for it. Why? Why was he like this with you? How did he know to ask you if you could….feel?

You noticed his expression was starting to have less of that concerned look as a very subtle hint of annoyance shows within his brow line and his eyes as they glared down to you.

“Wh-what are you doing here? How did you know where I work?”

You winced in pain in between your words as you bid him to answer you. His face transitions to a very composed expression as he tilted his head back just slightly, projecting his features to look almost demeaning as he eyes you down with sharp, black, and piercing eyes. He took a single breath through slightly parted lips, leaned his face in and whispered in your ear.

“Siren…”

Your body jolts up as your hands break their position of cupping his elbows, instead, you reach up to place them on the broad surface of his chest as you begin pushing away. The look of fear and worry plaster your eyes as you struggle to break free from his grasp, your legs begin to tremble.

“Let me go! I said let me go!”

He looks at you sternly once more. How did he know? How did he…?

“So…you knew? Since the first time we met you knew about…me?”

He looked almost as if he was angered by the fact that you had a hint of who he was and refrained from telling him.

“Let me go Heeseung.”

You tried to match the harshness of his gaze as you sternly repeated your demand. It only propelled him to look angrier, and you were scared upon wondering what his intentions were.

Seeing the reflection of the light bouncing off the shine in your eyes, he leans his face closer towards you. Backing you up to the wall entirely, you were restricted in avoiding him closing in on you.

He got closer, you turned your face off to the side, his hands released their grasp of your arms. He reaches up and places his hand on your cheek and pulls your face forward, flushed with his.

His other hand finds your pelvic bone and he gently leaves it planted there as he pushes, causing you to shove tightly against the wall.

Taking a second to brush the tip of his nose against yours, his eyelids slowly becoming half shut and his slightly parted lips tapping against yours, he pushes out a long steady breath. You can’t believe that, even when it came to the temperature of his vapors, you could feel it. You felt everything.

Noticing your sudden reaction towards his actions, he closes the distance completely and kisses you.

Your first kiss. So this is what it feels like? His warm tongue forcing pass your lips, breaking entry, gliding over yours and merging deeper into your throat, while grazing over the roof of your mouth. It’s the first time you got to feel a kiss.

Then you realized, within this moment, there were physical surfaces, objects, and body parts you’ve never felt before, and you could feel them right now. Such as the wall behind you, the cool surface of it touching your skin, or his belt clip poking aginst your groin. You could feel it all, the wall, the kiss the inside of someone’s mouth, and the tip of someone’s nose. You could feel those things because of Heeseung.

You were relishing and becoming familiar with the sensation of everything.

Throughout your entire life, you never got to experience a moment such as this. The feeling of touch and physical sense had been limited to specific elements, and objects that could only be found by the sea whenever you basked in the water. Those countless days where you were the most joyful at the feeling of the wind, the sand, and the water, it all felt dull compared to this moment.

He gently breaks the kiss, but remained just a hair away, as if he was going to give it you again.

His eyes were lustful, and his breathing was deep.

“...You felt that?...” He whispered to you. His voice was softer than it was a moment ago, calm and deep, and very tender.

You nodded, also developing a lustful component in your eye. You couldn’t help it, this feeling and this sensation, all triggered by his touch…it was like nothing you ever could imagine. Your body reacted to it in a way that you wish it hadn’t, but in a way…you were welcoming it as you found yourself breathing harder, a painful knot developing in your gut, and the pulling of your hips as you retract them from waning to grind against his groin.

Seeing your dazed expression triggered him to smirk in a subtly manner, letting out a breath that expressed a hint of joy. Noticing it, you snapped out of your desiring state and recontinued sour efforts to push him away.

He didn’t fight it, instead, he took two steps back as you peeled yourself off the wall, the moment you broke physical contact with him you felt your body losing the sense of touch, only to return when he walked after you and grabbed your wrist.

With a perplexed look on his face, he slightly shook his head at you in confusion and raised a brow at you, hinting the demand for an answer or an explanation.

“Let go.”

“Why?”

“Because…I want to leave.”

His grip tightened around your wrist, your sense of touch returns along with the pain and pressure admitted by his grip.

“Because of the history between our ancestors?”

His words shocked you, forgetting the importance of getting away, you turn and inquired about his knowledge on both of your ancestral makeup.

“How…how do you know of that?”

“My grandfather told me….my great-great-grandfather, actually.” Still maintaining the grip on you, his eyes shift their gaze to the floor beneath your feet.

“….is he…?”

Heeseung knew where you were going with your words as they trailed off. He nodded as he looked into your eyes once more.

“Yeah…he is. I guess I’m one too…an Adam, or whatever we’re called.”

Feeling a moment of defeat caused you to look off to the side of your shoulder in amazement.

A whole male line of Adams that had been in the city you moved into and resided in for the last six months…how could you be so unlucky?

“We should talk.” Heeseung’s words were spoken firmly, but with a calm tone in his voice.

But you didn’t want to talk; you didn’t want to be in the same room or building as him. Your mother would scream if she were to witness this right now. You should be heading to the airport and getting a one-way ticket to Greece, next to the Adriatic Sea, just like your mother had done when your father was reaching of high age.

But Heeseungs expression was mellow and calm. You’re not sure what your mother had imagined or pictured in the case of seeing an Adam, no one did, apart from the original Sirens born directly out of Poseidon’s blood and seafoam. But you wondered if she had become overly fearful from what transpired with the direct line of the clan, because Heeseung was not presenting any threat that you could sense. There was no presence of danger or ill will, just him in his normal temperament. At least, for now.

You stayed, just for a little while to talk to him. Although the talking didn’t really start until after a very lengthy pause of silence, where you both found yourselves staring at the wall and the floor.

“What did your grandfather tell you?”

“Quite a bit. Mostly giving me an explanation…”

“An explanation?”

Facing you directly, his legs were extended at a tilt to project the leaning posture he committed to against the front of your desk.

“…The day I met you…I started to…get this feeling.”

“A feeling?...” You raised your eyebrow, starting to get concerned with his choice of words.

“Yeah…well, more like urges. It was like…I had this instinct to always find you, to the point where I couldn’t sleep. That’s how I was able to find you tonight. There’s a pulse that beats faster…and louder when you’re nearby. It becomes more intense the closer I get to you. ”

You should have left right at that moment, but for some reason you needed to hear more as you grew dangerously curious about what he was saying.

“He told me that as a descendant of your bloodline…you don’t have the ability to physically feel anything…I guess that’s why, our bloodlines had history together.

“You’re saying ourancestors had history because we could feel…you?” you scoffed out.

You puzzled the concept of what his grandfather had told him. It didn’t appear to be as descriptive from what the women in your family had passed down to each generation.

“I have to go. I can’t be here with you.”

His face reflected a vivid image of disappointment. “Why?”

“Just…leave me alone, Heeseung. I’m…I’m thinking of leaving and moving away. I can’t be anywhere around you or your family.”

You didn’t know how to finish off your sentence, considering you truly were unaware of what would happen, it didn’t help that your mother was so vague, yet it wasn’t her fault, since more than likely didn’t know herself. She was only told the same things she shared with you.

“Would it be so bad if you…stayed?”

He asked you, evident in his attraction towards you, his affection and fondness towards you grew more intense each time you met up with him.

“I think it would be.” you spoke out bluntly, unsure how to back up the plausibility of your statement.

“I don’t think it would” He straightens his posture and moves away from his leaned state at the front of your desk. “ I think you’re scared…but you don’t seem to know what you’re scared of. Are you scared of me? Is that it, y/n?”

You avoided to answer. You became evasive to the manner of how he appealed to you with his demeanor and restricted yourself from making any subtle movement in your body to reflect that you were entertaining his rather appalling statement.

“It’s just…if you go, I don’t know if I can stop. It gets worse the more you push me away, and I can’t control it…you’re turning me into a monster.” He speaks out softly as he slowly makes his way towards you.

Your heart started to beat faster, your chest was sore, and your insides was churning.

“I just don’t know why…we can’t leave our ancestors out of it…out of me and you. I don’t know why…you believe that we can’t change the pace of history between our two family lines.”

He was appealing to you in earnest; the moment he saw your face he lost his breath from the sight before him.

Your eyes were like hooks, he couldn’t find any way to break contact from them. He’s never seen a woman so beyond beautiful. Society has given him a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to true and earthly beauty, with all the girls in Korea, and nearly every other continent, they all resorted to extreme artificial measures to enhance their faces and bodies. Yet, after exhausting so much time, effort, and money on to themselves, they didn’t reach his soul like you did.

You had an essence about you, an aura, and it wasn’t just an emotional vibe. He could see it in your eyes, lips and hear it through your voice, it only fueled him to become more daring, because to him, you were his Mona Lisa, the Virgin Mary, his Eve, the ideal canvas of womanhood.

The moment you shook his hand, and he saw the reaction on your face, his body felt like for the first time in his life, it was coming together like a puzzle, piece by piece. He never felt so whole, there was this yearning to feel more, and to see what else he’s missed out on in life.

He felt a burn that started in a consolidated state, right in the center of his chest. When he left for home that night from the party, he could feel it traveling his entire body, even in his skin. The only time it wasn’t infesting his soul was when he had you and touched you. That’s how he knew you belonged to him.

That minute when he was rendered motionless at the parking lot, he didn’t know what was happening but there was this knowing inside him that told him it was because of you. He needed to be close to you. He needed to be close, not for the fact that your obvious beauty was something that every man wanted for himself, although it was a triggering factor for him, but he also knew that you were special.

The flashbacks of your face, the sound of your voice, and the grace you carried as you walked, it felt unreal but also familiar to him and he was drawn to it. It wasn’t obsession or some level of infatuation, it was stronger. A lot stronger. He couldn’t sleep, eat, and every second he breathes the burn in his chest radiates with ignition.

He was suffering, yearning, and he was wanting. He would never admit it to you, although he already mentioned that he can pick up on your presence, but he had this continuous urge to find you. He needed to find you and keep you; he wasn’t sure if he hated himself for feeling that way, either. From the moment he started feeling the pressure, it was confusing and frustrating, but when his grandfather told him of their bloodlines, Heeseung began to accept that you both belonged with each other, and from the moment he came to that resolve, that’s when he started enjoying this game of seeking you out.

As Heeseung remained pensive, you raised your sight from the spot on the tile floor to tell him that you were leaving once more. But you stood frozen solid after noticing that while he was deep in thought, his eyes were staring straight into yours, right into the depths of your soul, almost as if he was seeing through you.

You’ve never seen eye contact like that, it was eerie to you. You would be lying if you told him that his eyes didn’t make you feel like you were in danger. They did.

You felt threatened, and intimidated. You’re not even sure how it was possible, but his face was different than how it looked just minutes ago, it had altered significantly enough to change his countenance, and it was literally happening before your very eyes.

His brows were normally straight which gave him a friendly, and soft appearance; however, you were stunned to notice that there was a bit of an arch to them. It casted a shadow over his eyes that, as you watched, hovered, and darkened the brown coloration, creating a marbling of black and glossy shine that was spearing through you. The round, almond shape became sleeker and narrower, his lids were heavier. The combination of the arch in his brows and the transition in his eyes made him look sinister.

His mouth was shut at a relaxed state, but you could see the minor movement in his jaw that his tongue was gliding over his teeth, the inside of his cheek, and behind his bottom lip. He looked hungry. His lips were no longer a lush, nude pink, instead, they were slightly darker, the maroon tint in the shade made him look bold. His cheeks, which normally had a suppleness to them, were slightly more contoured and sharper. His glare was so intense that you started to notice tiny beads of sweat tracing his hairline. His hair no longer looked soft, it was still combed over but the strands looked wild and rough, lacking the luster and smoothness they had just moments ago.

You could feel your eyes growing wider as you watched the transformation of his face, it was a subtle change, but the difference was vastly. He looked as if he matured a bit. Just as you noted all the changes, you were horrified when you noticed another change as he spoke.

“What?” He chuckles. “See something different? Or is there something about my face that you’re taking notice of?” he smiles as he licks his lips, the look he gave to you..it was….

‘What is happening to him?...’

Heeseung’s voice was deep. It was calm but there was a vibration in his tone, it sent predatory signals to your ears. He said his words with a smirk, but it didn’t carry vibe of a quirky, fun, and playful essence. This one wasn’t like that at all. The corner of his mouth stitching upward, revealing teeth. When he opened his mouth, you watched as his tongue glides over the bottom row of his teeth, from cheek to cheek. He did it suggestively as you watched, while he tilted his chin down and narrowed his eyes at you.

You sprinted towards the door, quickly slamming the door shut as you simultaneously exited through, and ran out of the conference room, down the nearest stairwell going past each level as you desperately try to reach the first floor.

Replaying the words he used earlier, when he spoke of the urges and how he couldn’t control them. You were beginning to realize that since he felt your skin and vice versa, the moment he saw your face, and smelled your scent, he had slowly been changing ever since.

Pushing him away and remaining distant from him these last few weeks did make him worse, but it was only his urges and desire to seek you out that was worsening. Refraining yourself from seeing him had only propelled the instincts in his blood to be drawed out from its suppressed state, like thunder, the urges and desires built from past generations of Adams, was all coming out through him.

You ran and exited the building, quickly flagging down a cab and making a trip back to your home.

Your heart was beating intensely, and fast. You were amazed that he escaped and that he didn’t follow you. Knowing that if you stayed at home for the night, he would have relied on those sensations to find you, since he’s now able to sense your presence.

Taking drastic measures, you figure it was safer to collect your belongings and head to the airport. It wasn’t the life you wanted to live, but the instinctive fear within you from this man compelled you to take the route of your mother, and the women before her. You were planning on going to Greece, and back where your ancestors emerged from, the sea.

Realizing that you were in such a rush to leave, you had left your wallet behind. Thankfully, you had additional identification at home, not to mention your passport.

The cab drops you off, and you hurriedly made your way to the door. Entering, you didn’t bother to flick on any of the lights, just one that remained dimmed as you quickly gathered your things.

As you grabbed your suitcase, you jammed anything you got your hands on, not even concerned about matching attire or going through a list, since you only had planned on being on land for one day. By the morning after you fly in, you’ll be in the water, searching for your mother and the other Sirens.

‘I can’t believe it’s come to this…I didn’t want to live that life…I wanted to stay…and I would have been able to, if it wasn’t for him.’

Pausing for a moment, you felt the frustration of having to be forced to take a path that didn’t please you. Not only that, but what if you couldn’t find your mother or the others? What then? You would be forced to roam the ocean alone…forever alone. Hiding away from men and land to conceal your identity and secret.

You knelt onto the floor with your hands on the edge of your bed to support your weakened frame as you quietly sobbed.

“Why are you crying?”

His voice….HIS VOICE….

Snapping your head back, your eyes widened as you turned your body to the side and begin tapping your fingers on the floor beneath you, wanting to grab onto something…anything, yet the smooth flat surface didn’t grant your wish.

He walks over, kneels right beside you, facing your direction. With a soft and deep tone, he smirks and asks you yet again.

“Why...are you crying, y/n?”

The tears in your eyes begin to stream down. You didn’t’ want to answer him, knowing full well that his resolve would be to try and convince you to stay with him, which was another route that you didn’t want.

“If you don’t want to go, then stay. Be mine…forever. We have our whole lives, and from the looks of it, it might be eternal…” he smirks as he reaches up, wiping the tears from your delicate face.

“So fucking pretty…” he chuckles slightly out of joy. “To think that I get to wake up every single day and see this face…” he leans into you, you suspected he was going to kiss you as he eyeballed your lips, but you turned your face away harshly.

He sighs out in disappointment. Once again, his features begin to change into a darker appeal from his normal countenance.

“…It wouldn’t be so bad, y/n. To be with the one person who understands you…. wouldn’t question your unchanged appearance and wouldn’t turn on you and reveal your secret to the world…it wouldn’t be bad at all. Why? Why can’t you see that being with me….it would make your life easier…it would make mine happier.”

His fingertips slide down your arm as he gazes down to the subtle exposure of your cleavage, emerging from the neckline of your dress.

“P-please…just leave me alone…I don’t want to leave but I don’t want to be with you. I’m…I’m scared.”

Looking back up at you, his face was stern. He looks down at your hands as he questions your remark.

“You shouldn’t be…I care for you…I desire you…i…I love you.” he softly whispers the last bit.

“Heeseung stop!”

“But I do….i love you, I want to marry you, I want to be with you. I want to keep you…so let me….let me keep you. I’m trying to give you the freedom of choice but if you’re going to be stubborn about it, then I’ll be the same way.”

He embraces you and pulls you against his frame.

“Stop!”

Shifting upwards, he pulls you up as he stands, locking both your lips in the process.

“Stop please!”

“Can you feel that? Can you….?” he speaks in between his kisses, which became more relentless and stronger the more he did it to you.

“Fuck…I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this…you’re so amazing.” He gasps out, his eyes extremely wide as he pauses the kiss. Stepping forward, he causes you to step back and fall onto the bed, with him remaining plastered to your body as he falls atop of you, smothering your face with kisses.

“Stop! Why? Why are you doing this?”

He didn’t answer for a moment or two, he was tenacious on kissing, licking, and biting your skin as his mouth was harshly assaulting your neck, chin, and collar bones.

Finally, he pauses and looks at you, pressing your foreheads together.

“Y/n…you must be a virgin…aren’t you? I bet you never had the urge to do it since…you never felt anything.” He watches as your lips quivered.

“H-Heeseung…please…don’t…just don’t.”

“I can…I can do it…I can make you everything….but since it’s your first time…it’s going to hurt….alot.” He grins against your lips, his eyes go back to being wide as he stares into yours.

“Please….i’ve never done anything…I wouldn’t….i wouldn’t hurt you or your family…or anyone…why are you doing this? Why, Heeseung?”

His expression showed off a hint of amusement.

“I already told you…I can’t control it…you’re turning me into a monster…you’re bringing out the beast within me.”

Reaching up, he gently moves the pieces of hair that lay across your face. Even with the sinister appeal within his face, he softly smiles…it was gentle and somewhat warm.

“I promise…after tonight, the next time, it wont hurt as much.” He states, gently giving you a small kiss before he continued. “But tonight…I’m afraid there’s going to be a little bit of pain…”

Looking up as he traps you within his arms, you felt hopeless.

“Let me have you…y/n just say yes. If you don’t…you’re only making it worse…I wont stop….say yes baby…let me ease my craving…let me have you, let me keep you, let me worship you….”

‘You must go back to the sea….y/n.’

For a moment, your mother’s voice travels your mind.

‘I’m sorry…mama…..i’m sorry. I really tried….but he won’t stop…he keeps coming after me. I want to leave…I really do…I wanted to live my life and continue moving on…but I’m afraid I wont be able to…at least….not without him. I have no choice. I give up….because now that he knows what he is…what I am…and now that he realizes his capabilities….I’m afraid that I am no longer safe, no matter where I go….even if it is in the sea.’

Closing your eyes, you nod as your nose grazes his cheek from the closed distance between your faces.

“Really?” he softly gasps out in delight. “You’ll be mine…forever? You’ll stay with me as long as we both live?”

Once again, you nod as you winced your eyes shut. Emotionally stabbed by the future that you’re faced with, you didn’t know if it was the fear of running into anymore Adams…or if it was the fact that Heeseung could find you no matter where you were. You gave up.

Excited at your obedience to his desires, he mashes his face against yours and engages in a heated kiss while grabbing onto your waist.

Pausing as he begins to pull the straps of your dress off your shoulders, he softly kisses them with the most tender and soft kisses you’ve ever witnessed, let alone felt. They all trailed up your neck, and up to your ear. Whispering deeply with a soft and tender tone, he tells you.

“Scream for me…my Siren. Scream out my name.”

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The Orc's Obsession ch 2: Drugged

Ch 2 summary: Explicit long seccs scene below. Bagul decides that he's going to move things along. He's only interested in success. Y/N you haven't been exactly thrilled but Bagul thinks he knows how to cheer you up.

NSFW. Approx 3600 words

TW: Dubcon, irreverent sexual language, drug use, attempted breeding

Do not reproduce, do not copy. You can find this in A03 under the same username.

You feel your body grow warm bit by bit. At first you think it's the heat from Bagul's body as you sit on his thigh and he feeds you. The large orc is practically a furnace. But as the feeling of heat moves through your body so does a numbness until you slump against his side unable to move your limbs or speak. You panic, rolling your eyes up to try and see his face but all you can see is his neck and the hairy underside of his chin.

A chuckle rumbles through his chest and he puts down the pasta shell he had been about to feed you.

"Ah, feeling a little more affectionate now that I've fed you, hmm?" He says in a self satisfied tone. Mocking you.

What is happening?! You think frantically. You can still feel everything, this isn't an astral projection or dream but you can't command your body to do anything other than swivel your eyes around. Fuck!

"Don't worry". You're unnerved by the cooing in Bagul's voice. He settles back in the chair and adjusts your body cradling you in his lap with your face pressed to the crook of his neck. The pulse of him beats strongly against your lips. His big soft hand rubbing up and down your arm.

" I could tell you needed help relaxing so I made you something special. You may not be able to move, but you'll feel everything." His hand cups your breast.

Your thoughts reel with fear and rage. The fucking psycho had drugged you. Was he going to...?

"In fact it will enhance everything you're feeling twice as much" He purrs and rubs his thumb over your nipple which perks up and hardens painfully quick sending hot electric sensation through your body.

You want to get away from the feeling but you're drowning in it, barely able to moan.

He carries you to the bedroom and lays you down in the middle the orc sized bed in the room. You can't see much but you do notice some familiar stuffed animals and toys near your head.

Be for real!

You recognized that of the gifts you had rejected, and they are staring, watching him do this to you like sinister little minions.

"I knew one day you'd come to me." Bagul says and your eyes snap back to him. He's standing at the foot of the bed smirking down at you with a possessive unhinged light gleaming in his eyes. "Of course I kept all of your gifts safe for you. I know you didn't mean it when you told me you didn't want them."

He reaches under you shirt the fabric stretching over his hand, he pushes your bra aside and fondles each of your heavy breasts. Your insides sing with sensation. You throb as if he's plucked a heart string. For a moment you close your eyes.

Your tits have always been super sensitive. Now you want to writhe from the intense pleasure.

"Just like I know you really want me Y/N." (Plus sized Y/N)

You glare at him fighting hard not to enjoy the stimulation he's giving you. Fighting hard not let his crazy words fuel your growing excitement. Excitement to get revenge. There's something dark and hateful being born in you as he continues to touch you without your consent. Something just as unhinged as his fixation on you.

"So pretty like this" he murmurs "giving yourself to me." He watches his hand moving under your shirt and you can see him run his other hand slowly over his thick chest, then lower until he closes his eyes with a grunt.

You feel disgust rise and tangle with your fury. Being aromantic has made you think this kind of devotion is pathetic. Seeing Bagul loose control this badly makes you roll your eyes.

He starts to remove your clothes. The slightly cooler air has you shivering with gooseflesh which seems overwhelming thanks to the drug running through your veins. You wonder how long this will last. You didn't detect it at all in your food which makes it harder for you to guess what kind he has used.

Bagul is panting slightly as he gently removes the last of your clothing and runs his hands all over your body.

"You're going to enjoy this. You don't have a choice" He says in a low voice with a smile. "If you had just let me touch you, let me love you, I wouldn't have had to go this far." He kneels at the end of the bed. He pulls you closer and bends your knees spreading you open for him to see. He groans and licks his lips practically drooling.

He leans down to nuzzle your fluffy mound snuffling his broad nose through your curls. You can't see him but the sensations rushing through your body are overwhelming . You feel each huff of his hot breath as a caress and the skin of his face a sharp contrast against your spread legs. Even his tusks and beard send shocks of pleasure through you as they bump against your inner thighs.

Bagul kneads your thighs as he holds them open and says in a deceptively loving voice. "Turn your brain off my love. You might be able to hide behind your logical words but your body? Mmm. Your body can't lie when I'm touching you like this. You want me as much as I want you. You need me to make you feel goood" The last word is drawn out. He dips his head and rubs his nose up and down your slit, opening your lips as he snuffles through your folds like a greedy piglet looking to suckle.

"You're wet and swollen, aching for me (Y/N)" Bagul grits out muffled in your pussy. Your eyes roll back into your head. You're awash in sensation and emotion. Anger making your skin feel like it's burning at the same time that your mind is subjected to intense pleasure from the drug.

Bagul begins to lick and you struggle in your mind to get away from it. It feels too good. It feels like your body isn't even yours anymore, but you're trapped inside experiencing every hot drag of his thick fleshy tongue, so wide it feels like he's licking every inch of your throbbing pussy at once. His tusks prod your thickened pussy lips but then he's slurping them into his mouth grazing his teeth on your aching clit.

You can't even buck your hips or chase your orgasm by riding his face. You are captured by his whim. Bagul shifts his arms beneath your thighs and then his tongue is inside your tight entrance. His tusk poking your ass cheeks. He moves his tongue inside you truly trying to eat your insides and he groans with perverse satisfaction. He thrusts the writhing muscle inside your body again and again, rubbing against your quivering inner walls. Shifting once more he reaches over and pinches your engorged clit between his fingers. A fierce orgasm shatters your mind for long moments.

The sensation rolls through you like thunder. You squeeze your eyes shut tight and try to ride the bolt of lightening without losing your mind. You cum, squirting all over Bagul's face and in his mouth. He licks and sucks every drop he can get with greedy pleased noises.

You know this will only convince him that you want him. But you don't. How could you want anyone who would stoop this low to get to you? It repulsed you even as you came hard from his tongue.

"My mate" he growls over and over lapping at your over sensitive flesh.

"My mate, my mate, MY mate".

You feel tears leaking from your eyes as the stimulation turns to pain.

Finally Bagul smacks his lips and untangles himself from you, standing up. The front of his shirt is wet, his face and beard glistening. When he sees the tears he reaches down to wipe them away with a tender smile.

"Don't cry (Y/N). You will have my cock pushing against your womb shortly. So eager, hmm?"

You glare through your tears silently vowing to at least maim this orc if it's the last thing you do.

Bagul undresses while revealing his one sided plans for you future together. You try to focus on anything but his delusional ramblings.

Soon you feel the hot thick length of him against your pulsing folds. He runs the length over all of your dripping pussy.

"I'm going to take it slow for you because I know you need to get adjusted" he said in a conciliatory tone. "I might only give your hungry slit my tip this time" his cock head notches against your opening stretching you slightly. Then he backs off. There's a brief moment of silence in the room because he steps away leaving you splayed on the bed. He returns and tosses something on the bed next to you before you feel a huge finger spreading your pussy with a cool slippery substance. Bagul hums in appreciation as he slowly pushes his finger inside your body.

"I'm always going to take care of you like this Y/N." Another finger slides inside your throbbing pussy. He folds himself over you balancing on his forearm to carefully rub his face against yours with a rumble of satisfaction before standing again and repositioning his hard flesh against your soft flesh.

He works himself into your hot channel as slowly and deliberately as his fingers had. His fascinated gaze never leaves the sight of your cunt stretching and taking him inside.

Bagul's breath hisses out of him loudly as your cunt finally swallows his tip.

"You are so fuken tight (Y/N). I'm not going to last."

He groans so low it makes the air vibrate.

He continues you thrust shallowly into your body as if teasing himself, edging himself.

You watch his face twist in pleasure. His jaw hangs open as he pants.

He uses a hand to spread your pussy lips wide.

"There's no better view" he says. "I need to get a mirror in our bedroom and show you how good you look when I'm inside you. Perfect".

Bagul works his hips burying himself inside you, stroking a bit rougher. A look of surprise crosses his face then with a sudden grunt you feel his spend inside you as a hot, hot gush. He's barley inside your tight hot heat and he's coming buckets into your channel.

Bagul huffs as if he's run a few miles.

You watched his unrestrained rut with awe. How could a creature fall so besotted that they could not control their passion. Your lower belly quivers.

Your skin is flush your pussy mound feels puffy and tender. Your body covered in a light sweat. You still strain against every orgasm that rocks through you.

Bagul's breathing slows. His cock leaves you and you feel his seed dribbling from your opening. There's so much hot liquid between your legs it's making your head spin. You're almost impressed. None of your hook-ups had been an orc though you lived in a mixed race town with many species of creatures. And no one you'd bedded had produced so much cock jizz.

"Mmmm. You know that was just as perfect as I imagined. Too bad I couldn't fill you, but there's time for that yet."

His thumb runs through the mess he's made between your legs. Up and down it glides over your opening and painfully swollen clit. For a few moments it feels good but soon overwhelms you. You close your eyes and silently shudder through another forced orgasm.

"You shouldn't have made me wait this long Y/N. Look what you've been missing out on. This juicy little pussy is begging for me. Only me."

Y/N you've had enough of his manipulation. It's just unappealing. You start to wish you could enjoy these orgasms without his voice. It's some of the most mind bending sensations that have ever gone through your body. You don't appreciate the blatant misuse of matter magic since he'd obviously gotten a potion to drug you with, nor are you going to see his point of view. You can see through his posturing.

But the orgasms? They make your head hazy.

Bagul is moving things from the bed and carefully arranging the sheets.

He moves you and then lays beside you on his back. He cradles you between his massive body and arm. Placing a kiss in top of your head he murmurs

"Finally. Finally this pretty little woman is mine"

The skin to skin contact brings home just how sensitive the potion is making you. His skin feels like suede.

This barely explicit touch spreads another round of goosebumps over your body.

You can see the fine hairs covering his green skin. They are unexpected.

Bagul has a very interesting body, you think

It wasn't just his larger body or the prominent angles of his tusk filled jaw that is catching your attention. Not knowing orc kind has you thinking you had missed some opportunity to learn how to better reject Bagul.

You have been dealing him like an annoying human suitor but possibly you have encouraged him the way he understands courtship. Cultural difference may have pushed this exchange further than it should have gone.

Surely everyone agrees that drugging and then molesting your love interest is wrong. Despite culture, this has gone too far.

He truly is obsessed you realize. An escape won't be easy.

You start to better understand the dangerous situation he has you in here, miles away from home.

You know you won't have time to plan if this keeps up. Bagul is already rubbing against you like an eager puppy.

Bagul is definitely not like your other lovers. His sensual attention is heightened by the potion but you could also tell his skill.

You suddenly wonder about your impression of him as a creepy virgin. Who else had been in his sexual history?

Stay focused. You remind yourself. Empathizing with him will only make you confused. Though, you are a little cum-brained at the moment. You have never felt this kind of arousal.

Bagul has adjusted your bodies. He's 2 meters tall and bulky and you're honestly half his height with a soft chubby belly to go with your large tits and wide ass.

He lies with you against him and rubs your back. His hand moves and he squeezes your hip then your hand. He takes your hand and cups it around the head of his cock. The meaty head juts just barley from the velvet smooth sheath. He's masturbating with your hand, making insane low grunts of satisfaction.

"You got me hard already babe" he coos.

He rolls to his back taking you. Laying on him now he caresses your back again and grabs a two handfuls of your jiggling cheeks before dipping his fingers into the outer folds of your slit to massage in more lube.

You begin to wonder if some of the potion is wearing off because the touch doesn't immediately send you into a spiral of pleasure. You resist being swept under.

His cockhead is pressing against you.

A few slow thrusts and you're gripping him inside you. This time he doesn't stop at stretching you. He slowly forces himself inside gliding slickly against your inner walls. His hips sink back into the bed then bow up plunging your depths.

Soon stars are dancing across you vision with the feel of it. He's wide.

"So tight" he hisses as if in pain. He wraps his arms around you and grinds you down on to him.

"What are you doing to me? Babe?!"

With his feet pressing into the mattress Bagul levers his cock deeply inside your body. Your orgasms seems to come directly from that deep place fairly ripping your soul from it's mooring.

Your legs are spread wide over his hips as he pumps his girth steadily against your inner walls. Your pussy aches a little as it clenches around his massive meat. Every pulse of your walls seems mold them around his cock as it moves in and out of you.

His arms tighten around you and squeezing out some of your air. His hands move all over you. Hugging you close, then rubbing up and down your arms, then grabbing your ass then pressing you close grinding your clit against his pelvis. Bagul's fingers explore between your legs adding more sensations of stretching and sliding, hot skin and pressure. A hand slides into your hair.

You close your eyes tightly while waves of pleasure knock you closer and closer to insanity.

It's so much!

Bagul is pressing you to him so tightly you can barely breath and his stamina is relentless. His pace slows however and each thrust is a deliberate calculated thud that makes you want to squirm. His panting becomes ragged and finally he spills into your body. The liquid gush deposited more deeply inside but you could still hear and feel the excess squishing out.

"Y/N" he breathes out, keening your name. His hips still roll against you. As the high of the orgasm starts to wane you notice that you've balled your hands into fists. I can move!

You try to control more muscles of your body but it's still very hard. You feel some control of your mouth and vocals.

"My perfect mate. You'll stay with me forever right? I've shown you my devotion. You'll not find a better bed mate. I bet you're ruined for any other cock now, too" Bagul sounds entirely too pleased. Infuriating you.

"Fuck no!" you slur, surprised at how well you're able to control the volume of your voice. You mouth feels slow but at least the effects are wearing off. Bagul stiffens under you

"Not yoouere mate!" you try to say.

"What the fuck!" Bagul tosses you to the bed. You're able to angle your head enough to see him get out of the bed and gather something out of the beside table. A small crystal bottle! He rubs some of the potion on the tip of his finger and turns back to you. His face is flushed darker green and he looks upset.

"You think your're going to leave me after this? You're crazy!"

"You crazy!" you throw back.

He looms over you and presses his finger against your lips. You can only resist for a few moments before the finger slips in thanks to help from Bagul squeezing your jaw roughly. He rubs the slightly bitter potion over your gums and as your mouth relaxes he massages it into your tongue.

The numbness returns as well as your increased heart rate and sensitivity.

"I obviously haven't made myself clear. So I don't blame you for not understanding" Bagul huffs out. He's caressing your face. His ice-green skin is shiny with sweat. His long hair tousseled.

"You're mine Y/N. I'm going to be your provider and your intimate confidant. You've made me work hard to show you my worth. Very hard"

He cups a breast and teases the nipple. You shut your eyes against it.

"You're never going to leave me. I'm going to breed you Y/N. In case you haven't noticed you're full of two loads of fertile orc spunk. We'll be bound together for life, babe."

You look back at him with shock and fear. He gazes into your eyes as if he can transfer his will directly into your consciousness. Bagul flips you onto your stomach and crawls into the bed over you. With one big hand he scoops under your belly, raising you and holding you tight against his stomach.

"If I have to keep you here until you're pregnant and sensible I will. No one will take care of you better than me when you're big and round with my kit. I will be everything you need babe. It's better this way don't you think?" He asks. His voice vibrates around and through you. His cock is gliding past your slick opening with the motion of his hip wine.

Again?! you think in panic and wonder.

It has felt like hours since you fell under the potion's influence but Bagul has barely let you rest. Now your legs are pressed together between Baguls wide spread hips as he ruts into you from behind.

"Maid, mother and, matriarch" He strangles out. "They made you so perfect for me. Gods!"

His cock feels so big and embedded deeply inside you in this position. It's as if he's finding every intimate spot inside you. One hard snap of his hips and you feel him hit your cervix with a twinge of discomfort and enjoyment. He grunts and pants behind you.

His breeding talk has cold fear rushing into the hot pleasure of the coupling. He wants to trap you with a baby, an innocent life. His words settle like stone within you and cement your raw hatred for him. He is a pathetic user, a waste of space and utterly villainous in his affections toward you. Now he wants you to understand his side of view while he fucks you unprotected, acting as if he is your life's desire.

"Ohhhahh, you feel that?" Bagul wines. His hard thrusts have his hand tightening around your belly.

"You feel how deep I am in your guts?" He said with filthy harshness. "I can feel my cock in your belly Y/N"

He angles his hips and thrusts downward as if he really could fuck you hard enough that he might fill your stomach. Another orgasm rolls over you and has your eyes leaking tears. Your body was used and loving it. The sloppy wet sucking and gripping noises of your cunt fill the room. You're distracted by the way your clit throbs and twitches.

Another orgasm. This time accompanied by a cramp low in your belly that makes you wince.

Too many orgasms for one day, you groan in your mind. Is my body finally rejecting this like my mind is?

"Mmm. Y/N I can feel your little cervix giving me kisses. She likes me" Bagul grinds his hips into you and bounces against the end of your inflated pussy.

"Should I give her all of my come? It feels like your womb is ripe and ready for me Y/N" He growls "How much can you take this time? I've got plenty"

His words are a bolt of raunchy lust and it strikes you dumb. His fierce pumping brings his balls landing heavy on the back of your thighs. He drives your hips together holding you in place under him, rutting in you with abandon and when his hot spend erupts it's right against your womb opening. Bathing your cervix over and over with spurts of fertile ropey seed. The warm gooiness of it sloshing inside of you makes shivers start pulsing out from your core and coating your brain in an oddly similar feeling to the cummies filling your baby chute.

He sighs deeply as if having just enjoyed a good meal, and smacks his lips.

He takes you with him as he collapses to the side and snuggles close to you making no move to untangle your bodies. The night gets to you and though you try to stay awake, his murmuring and petting as he comes down from the intensity of this latest fuck helps to push you into sleep

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"You really are a passionate woman, Rose," Perlas noted, they now sat on her dining table. "You care for the children's wellbeing. I would only hope Bernie will come to his senses. I do not know how these...royalty of the landfolk work, but the children loves their father, may he rest in peace, and if they find out Bernie and the lady duchess is in love, it can be devastating for Julie and Mousse."

"I know," Penrose took a big sigh. "I guess I'll just let it be, see what happens when we go home."

"You're still troubled."

Penrose bit her lip, "I don't know. I—I feel tense. I feel hot. It doesn't help a hot mermaid is beside me, you know."

"Well," Perlas stood up, pulling her along. "You can show this hot mermaid how a rose like you be passionate with the things she like..."

Penrose felt her whole face turn red.

"Uh! But if you want of course," Perlas cleared her throat. "I don't want to force you."

"Please, doing the deed with a mermaid? Hell, yes," Penrose bit her lip, breathing hard.

Perlas smiled, pulling her to the bedroom.

Penrose doesn't know what happened next, or how this lead to her left in her underwear (with her bra thrown to the side), but all she could focus on is the giddiness, and the heat on her abdomen, and how Perlas's dark warm skin caresses her pale one.

How her soft lips touches the freckles in her body. How she smelt of the sea. It all feels too much. But the troubles in her mind washes away. It's calming.

Perlas kissed her lips, "What's wrong, my Rose? You're deep in thought."

Penrose ran a finger on the scar across Perlas's stomach. She felt her suck in a breath. "Sorry."

Perlas chuckled, kissing Penrose's cheek. "Curious?"

"If you don't mind," Penrose chased the other's lip.

"I was caught in a skirmish before. A band of vampires found me, they wanted to take me in, get my...blood. They wanted to test out the theory that drinking merfolk blood could enhance their use of their dark magic."

"That's horrible," Penrose murmured. She ran her hand over the scar once again, as if soothing it.

"I fought against them," Perlas continued, her fingers dancing on Penrose's shoulders. "I got wounded. The blood seeped out. They were hungry. But one certain overlord of the vampires appeared. He casted them away. He hid me here in Sulani, and promised to keep me safe. He still does, and I owe it to him. I told him, whatever he wants, I can get it done. He only shook his head and left."

"So you're in hiding here."

"For many years, yes."

"How old are you?" Penrose asked, brow quirking.

Perlas rolled her eyes. "So many questions, Rose." With a sigh, she took Penrose's breath away by kissing her passionately. When she broke the kiss, Penrose was left panting. "Shall we continue?" the mermaid teased.

"Yes," Penrose moaned as she felt a hand gently rubbed the hardened pebble of her left breast.

As the night went on, the hut was filled with sweet moans. A soft cry, and another encouraging moan, soothing coos, would follow.

Penrose would come undone with Perlas's hands.

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I've been posting about Gen lately in the context of her being into witchcraft for those of you who follow my page or have seen at least multiple of my posts. I want to share with you more of my observations and why I believe that the effects of her black magic are slowly but surely starting to fade. So in this post here that's an excerpt from her Bathroom Chronicles podcast Episode 11 with Peggy Rometo (self proclaimed Intuitive expert and co-host for the Bathroom Chronicles podcast). Peggy happens to be her mom's friend that was the psychic from Gen's childhood who told her about her future husband being a producer and whatnot in this same podcast. According to her website, "A spiritual teacher and intuitive expert, Peggy Rometo is one of today’s most innovative energy experts bringing forth powerful positive changes to the world. Deepak Chopra, Donna Karan, and Demi Moore are just a few of the notable names that praise her extraordinary intuitive abilities and healing gifts. She is the spiritual teacher that can help you discover and enhance your intuitive gifts." Hmmmm, interesting friends we have going on here don't we Gen?

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In this podcast she talks about how she got breast implants "when she was 40 years old "right around when I hit 40". Given her date of birth is January 8, 1981 and her birthday being so close to the new year, it's pretty safe to say she got her implants in 2021. Based on the timeline she gave for when she got the implants versus she got them out (I would guess around a year if not a little more after she got them despite having issues show up around 6-8 months after getting them from what she described in the podcast) and the posts mentioned below, it seems she was "feeling sexier" during this time period like she said after getting the implants. According to this People Magazine article sourcing the same podcast, it was "quite a while" before she got them out. She spoke to multiple doctors prior to having them removed. This tells me she probably had them in for over a year maybe close to 2 years before she called it quits "feeling really sexy" with the implants and getting them taken out. Don't get me started on her bullshit saying it was for her, my ass Gen it was to make yourself look "sexier" for your husband too.

I mentioned some of the cringeworthy posts that have come from her and Jared's direction, including the kissing her billboard July 2, 2023 (and was reposted on his page as a photo September 18, 2023), the supposedly post sex photo from May 2022 (hit the right arrow for it if the purple dress photo is in view), the cringe TOWWN shower ad Valentine's Day 2022, and of course the noteworthy photo with a bottle of pills and dildo on the bed from July 2021 Jared took down within mere minutes of posting and then reposting cropped. Below are posts straight from the sources for your viewing pleasure (can't you sense the sarcasm here, *cough cough*).

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So, where does the black magic stuff I'm talking about kick in here? They also seem to fit in with the time period she likely had the implants. I didn't really analyze the size of her breasts from that time period in her posts versus before she had kids, when she had them in, and then after to determine the exact timeline. If someone else wants to chime in here, I'm all ears ha ha. However from the info that was given in her podcast and in the People Magazine article aforementioned in this post, this fits in with the time period these posts showed up on Jared and Gen's social media profiles versus when she had the implants. I couldn't stop laughing when I heard about her having had implants she ultimately removed not even a couple years after having them. I might sound like a cold-hearted bitch for saying that but coming from the standpoint of her doing black magic, I call this karma that's starting to come her way. I believe that everything happens for a reason and her boobs "deflating" after breastfeeding, getting implants, and then losing the implants not even 2 years later cues me into the fact divine intervention is coming into play and it is not in Gen's favor.

It is becoming more clear to me Jared is a boobs man, particularly how he managed to make his way to a couple "titty bars" or "breastaurants in December 2023 in 2 different cities 2 weekends in a row. Again below for your viewing pleasure. The Tilted Kilt post is dated December 16, 2023 and is located in Las Vegas, Nevada while the Coyote Ugly post is dated December 9, 2023 the weekend he was in Nashville for the Nashcon 2023. And don't tell me it's for the wings or extraordinary drinks, come on now we all know why a lot of guys really frequent these kinds of places...

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I also talked about an Anon ask post I came across with the social media behaviors coming from Jared's direction and even that of his family's. It's interesting to me looking at the timeline in which Gen got her implants versus taken out and then taking into consideration when Jared started pulling back on his likes with her content dating back to November or December 2022. Do I think it's because Gen's boobs "shrunk" is why he pulled back? No, I believe that it is because of many factors within their marriage that says things aren't going well and I think she started to feel awful cranky after she got her implants removed. Can we also talk about some of the weird kisses and also misses? Like the Celebrity Feud one from 2023 (around the 4:54 time mark), JIB also from Summer 2023 (around the 11:33 time mark), and oh god the Charleston post too from February 9, 2024. REALLY?! Married for over 14 years and y'all have kisses and misses like this? Wow.....

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It seems to me that there's a reason why he has pulled back so much from her social media and it is not because he was busy working. In fact he was NOT busy for a good chunk of time last year due to the strikes so the stans can't blame him working for this. And let's talk about how during one of her AG1 video posts she claimed Jared didn't go to Idaho with her and the kids "because my husband was working" that I shared in the Bathroom Chronicles post I made here. Right, when there's an actors AND writers strike going on simultaneously he is incredibly busy at work. Liar liar, pants on fire! When you lie about things like he's busy with work when he clearly was not at work for why he didn't go on a vacation with you, that screams to me something is amiss. Also, let's not forget that podcast with Dave Hollis she was on that totally confirmed she's just not that into Jared (certainly loves his money however).

On a divine level, all of these things mentioned here, things I discussed on this timeline post, and the passive aggressive behaviors in some of her posts towards him are things proving to me that her black magic is in fact starting to fade. I mentioned before speaking to that other psychic I was instructed to make a tarot reading post (which I never mentioned this to the guy by the way) I made back on July 19, 2023 private a few days before I even saw those comments on Jensen's birthday post, let alone any screenshots of such others showed me. Months ago I was instructed to cross out or "strikethrough" this part in my post that's now private:

I was informed based on the ace and 10 of cups cards in this particular reading along with the devil card, page of wands and the 4 of cups that there will at the very least be a time of separation in their marriage. In the next part below however, I sense something may happen to Gen (or a very close call) that will bring them back together and "start over". You don't know what you got until it's gone they say...

Hmmm, seems to me your time is coming up Gen. Your black magic pleasant events "time is coming up and the unpleasant events "rush" shall start kicking in just like it will soon for another witch you consult with regularly (ahem, Danneel)...

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