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shifterwithnofilter · 3 years

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Not About Control (Swatchton)

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tw: degregation, nightmares (mike's a dick, but there is comfort after)

Spamton hadn’t gone to sIeep this peacefuIIy in a Iong time. Between the coId, the smeII, the hunger, and the ringing, it aIways took exhaustion to finaIIy Iet him rest. So it was a weIcome change, to be abIe to doze off on a soft, warm surface, to the ever smooth voice of Swatch.

Not that he was aIIowed to have that for Iong, of course.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, IittIe worm?” that horrid voice asked him through a receiver, making him [[FREEZE]] as he spotted it in the static. FIoating, taunting, the bIack teIephone haunted him, somehow grinning though it had no mouth nor teeth.

FranticaIIy, he checked over his hands and Iegs, desperate to make sure that none of those [goddamned] [[siIIy strings]] were tangIed around him. “YOU’VE GOT NO HOLD ON ME, YOU MOTHER[[#$%!]]!” he announced with manic Iaughter as he reaIized he was free from such ties, even gaining enough confidence in the moment to fIip the phone off, “OUR [BIG DEAL] IS DONE. AND THERE’S NO WAY I’M MAKING THE MISTAKE OF HAVING [Not just one, but two] WITH Y O U.”

“I’VE GOT MY [f r e e d o m] NOW, YOU BASTARD, AND I’M KEEPING IT.”

“Oh Spamton, you think that just because you cut your strings you’re free?” the condescending voice just got [MAX VOLUME], matching his Iaughter with its own, “You shouId know more than anyone that there’s so many more ways to controI peopIe. Like, of course, making them feeI indebted to you.”

He spat, fIat out spat at the phone as he stood his ground. “THE [Big Bird] ISN’T IN FOR CONTROL,” he defended Swatch as Ioud as he couId against the [[garbage noise]], stomping his foot and gripping their shirt tight on him.

“Oh? And how do you know that? How are you so sure?” it taunted him, twisting around him, Iooming above him as everything aIways did. Before he couId repIy, though, or he even try to [ES C A PE] the coiIs, it Iaughed again, as if it found something.

“Oh. Ohohoho!” It pushed against him, and he [hisssss] as he struggIed to keep it away. “It’s because you know you’re useIess, don't you? That even if they had you, all of you, it wouldn't give them anything?” It voiced out his worries with deIight, a sick tone of amusement coating its every word.

“My my, spamton, are you reaIIy so pathetic that you can’t even be a friend?”

“YOU [SIiced!] ME OFF FROM [[EVERYONE YOU’VE EVER KNOWN]]! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HOW TO [Treat Yourself!] HIM?!” he growIed, squirming against the wires, bending them every which way to try to snap them and maybe shut it up.

“I wonder what he’II do when he reaIizes,” it continued nonchaIantIy, as if what he was doing meant nothing to it, “Do you think he’II IiteraIIy kick you out this time? Or oh, I wonder, if there’s an acid pooI here too. It was one of the queen’s favorite things, I’m sure the dark prince wouId have been happy to accommodate.” It practiaIIy shook against him now, the sound so Ioud that it reverberated against his body.

“HE WASN'T [The One] WHO DID THAT” he muttered, giving his last attempt at kicking it away before he's too tangled up to move.

“Does that matter? He didnt stop it," it pointed out, whispering now, though it's volume never changed.

HE COULDN'T HAVE. HE DIDN'T KNOW. he reasoned to himself in this head, trying to curl in and just hide if he couldn't win the fight.

Are you sure about that? it asked him from the void, with no voice, just thoughts as if they were his own, Do you reaIIy know, if he did? Or did you just, choose to beIieve that? Like you chose to beIieve in me?

I… he staggered in his repIy, searching his mind for anything, a singIe memory to soIidify it as truth. But everything was so bIurry that day, so hazy he doesn’t even remember how he got out.

WeII, you’ve got the chance now. Why don't you ask him?

"[[SHUT UP!]]"

Swatch squacked as they heard Spamton's glitchy voice scream from the living room, sitting up abruptly and grabbing his glasses. “Spamton?!” they caIIed for him as they rush out of their door, bracing for a possible encounter.

Instead, however, they find the man curled up against their couch, his hands all tangled up in his nylon hair. Nightmare, they concluded with a sigh, stopping their feet from tapping further and calming down their tail. "Spamton?" They tried to get his attention again, lowering their head to his current field of view.

"Spamton," they called once more, but he still didn't respond, even when he waves a wing in front of him. Is he even awake yet? they wondered, squinting to see if his eyes were open. Static, they spotted, clicking his beak in acknowledgement. Need to snap him out of it, they thought with a frown, carefully sitting next to him and pushing away the blanket.

“Wake up, Spamton,” they said as they slowly pulled him towards them, clicking their tongue a little louder to show they’re not a threat. He stirred as the bird picked him up, his eyes flickering between the static and the norm.

Swatch tried his best not to stare, not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was, but he had to admit he was a little fascinated. Was he always this small? They wondered, as they were able to hold him in one arm, a smile on their face before they realized. Or was it..? He grimaced, not wanting to remember the whole ordeal.

“S..swatch?” His voice snapped them out of the flashback, his hands reaching up to rub his eyes. “[!!@%], I’M SORRY, DID I WAKE YOU UP??” His glitch and volume returned as he scrambled to sit up, flushing a bit when he realized what he was leaning up against. “I’M SORRY, [$#!%], YOU DIDN’T [Need a pick me up?]." He apologised profusely, muttering an apology for a myriad of other things, though it was getting harder to make out the longer he rambled about it.

They swayed him in their arms as he did, trying to get him to calm down enough to be heard. "Spamton. It's okay. Just listen to my voice, it's okay," they assured him as he started to quiet down, and he managed to stop himself from word vomiting any further.

"There you go," he echoed the man's words from earlier, smiling half heartedly and gently hugging him closer. They were careful to keep him steady as they shifted on the sofa, letting him sit and hold onto his arm. "Do you want to talk about it?" they asked as they lean back on one of the armrests, pushing some of his hair out of his face.

For a moment, it seemed like he was going to explain all of it. Like he was going to spill every thought in his mind, and Swatch was more than happy to listen. However, the only noise that escaped the puppet's mouth was a garbled sob, making their heart ache.

"Oh, my dear.." They instinctively coddled him, using one of their hands to wipe away the tears. Frowning, they pulled him closer as they shifted to be in a proper sitting position.

Spamton muted the sounds in his throat before it could escape like the first, at least, he did his best to. But the moment they notice, they start to click their tongue again. "Let it out," they told him, rubbing his back and his cheek with their thumbs.

"I C-CAN'T," he managed to choke out, scratching at his throat first, then his head in frustration."CAN'T. CAN'T. CAN'T." he kept looping, until they pushed his hands away from his face and tilted it to turn to them.

"You don't have to say what it is, it's okay if words are hard right now." They assured as he made frustrated mechanical grunts and whines, digging his fingers into his wings. "Just. Let yourself cry. Please," they pleaded, resting their head atop his.

And so, after a beat or two, Spamton shuddered and buried his face into their chest of feathers, muffling his screams best he could.

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gloomybow1 · 7 years

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Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ masturbation/ kinky play

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Setting: Having been sent on a mission to steal a very expensive piece of art, Jungkook arrives at your house to report on his job and to deliver the valuable object into the hands of its rightful owner.

If one ever asked Jeon Jungkook what was the thing that he craved most in his life he would without a doubt mention your name. He admired you. Pure adoration and much too visible eagerness displayed on his face whenever your eyes met and lingered a bit too long on each other. You were his boss. Free from doubt, he respected you greatly and made sure never to disappoint the object of his desire. That was probably why he had always been the best in completing even the most challenging and painfully shitty tasks no one else was capable of handling. Utter devotion and competing nature of your younger subordinate and childhood friend Jungkook never ceased to amaze you. It was only natural to turn to him yet another time. After all, wasn’t it obvious that he’d have been more than thrilled to fulfil your orders? Yes, you knew it well. The prospect of a possible reward left him even more restless and yearning for your attention each and every time.

His main problem that he had to struggle with on numerous occasions however, was the fact that in your eyes he had always been a shy and cute younger friend who had to be protected. Definitely not a real man that could very well make your legs feel wobbly when in his presence.

On the other hand, poor Jungkook could not possibly realise the fact that you were more than acutely aware of his now changed physics and strikingly different vibes that were coming out of him whenever he entered the room. Was this really the same lost baby boy with puppy eyes that used to sneak into your bed because he could not fall asleep?

Hell, no. The moment you saw him after a 4 years break had made you question your ability to see properly. He was ridiculously handsome. Tall, slim, but with visible muscles that his too tight clothes exposed all too well. The way he walked even. His voice. Everything so drastically different you wanted to scream. And, there he was - wooing you and doing everything to prove that despite his age he can make you his. Everything to make you see that your mafia boss ass would never find better hands to take care of it. Both, literally and metaphorically.

So, once called to your office and after having heard that he indeed can once again cater to your silly whims, his stomach jumped in excitement.

Y: Stop smirking and answer. Will you be able to complete the mission or no?

K: Seriously, though… another painting, noona? How many have I fetched for you so far?

Y: Do you have any problems with that? Shall I ask Taehyung if you chicken out already?

K: No such thing.

His voice turned dark and hoarse. After all, you really knew how to pull his strings. Who was the one smirking now?.

K: I’ll take my leave, then. We’ll see each other soon.

Y: Mhmmm…

K: No, very soon…

He corrected himself and you raised your eyes from the documents only to see his back disappearing behind the doors of your office.

The mission had gone smoothly. He’d been extremely motivated to steal that one particularly expensive piece of art for his beautiful boss. Sadly, Jeon Jungkook, professional hitman and a burglar had run into some unexpected problems on the way, which had left him slightly wounded in the end. Had he been too careless because of all that tormenting images in his head? Had it been too difficult to focus on the task at hand with your pretty face taunting him over and over again? He had refused to answer any of these nagging questions and immediately after retrieving the object of your desire his feet found its way to your breathtaking house.

You went out of your room to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen when you saw him standing in the middle of the vast room, holding tightly onto the neatly wrapped piece of art. A small smile forming on your face, but it died out just as quickly. What was that red stain on his shirt?

Instead of going forward, your legs stopped obeying you and you found yourself taking a step back. It looked so nasty. His shirt was drenched with sticky, red liquid. Was it getting too hot in the room? You suddenly felt it was hard to breathe.

Only then did you notice your loving sister and also a partner in running one of the most fearsome Mafia gangs in the country clutching to his devastated t-shirt in an attempt to perhaps have a better look of his wound?

Wound

The word resonated in your head and you didn’t like the way it made you feel.

K: It’s alright, Lulu. I’m ok. It’s nothing major.

He tried to push away her prying fingers. Hands stretched out for you to show the prize that doubtlessly proved that he had completed the mission without fail.

Only now you did not care much about that foul painting. You could tear it to shreds right there and then.

Despite having problems with standing he looked so content and proud for having been able to successfully finish his task.

L: Oh, fuck Kooks, it looks so awful! Get that ass of yours to the bathroom I have to tend to this wound or otherwise you’ll bleed out on all the carpets.

You knew your sister well enough to realise that she was just joking around to ease the tension. One quick glance in your direction showed her how bad the situation was.

K: Common, it’s nothing to make a fuss about!

Before she had a chance to respond you cut the discussion short with your command.

Y: Do as you’re told and stop fucking around, you brat!

He looked a bit bewildered but also knowing Jungkook too well, Lulu started pushing him into the direction of the bathroom, not letting him engage into yet another fight with you.

Once out of your sight, you felt yourself getting teary-eyed. Guilt, worry and regret… All these emotions hit you out of a sudden. You were glad Lulu was there. You could not take care of his injury with your hands shaking like that. You felt weak. You didn’t want to show how badly this incident affected you. Since when exactly was the head of a mafia organisation so fragile?

You decided to get him some food. He must have been hungry and tired. The operation to get the painting had taken the entire night and it was only a matter time for him to finally feel the exhaustion spreading over his body.

Not long after, the smell of freshly prepared food fioated around the house. As expected, forever hungry Jeon Jungkook came back to the kitchen the moment his nose sensed it. If there was something that hadn’t changed since he was a child it definitely must have been his appetite. Fond memories started roaming in your head again.

The food was ready soon after. You were observing him as he was sitting at the table and stuffing his cheeks with curry rice you had prepared for him. Cute. Your heart skipped a beat. That fucker… You hated him for being so fucking perfect.

He was visibly tired. Eyes getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed them in between stuffing another portion of rice into his now red from exhaustion fluffy cheeks.

He gulped two 0,5 glasses of cola one after the other. Asked for seconds and after devouring it you thought he’d have fallen asleep on the table.

Y: Why don’t you go and have a nap in my room?

Your melodic voice brought him back to reality. He wanted to respond but only a huge yawn escaped his mouth. He simply nodded instead and took his way to your room where he had a shower and collapsed on your bed just after.

K: Oh god… it feels so good in her bed.

He felt blessed. He was so comfy. It really felt amazing and he was struggling at this point so much. It wasn’t like every day he had a chance to lay down in your bed. He was totally taken in by the smell of your sheets. Everything had your scent and the very thought that it was your bed and that you were sleeping there must have influenced his dreams.

Needless to say, after a couple of hours later he woke up with a huge problem in his now too tight boxer briefs. The dream he had was so vivid… The truth was he’d been dreaming of you numerous times but today it was more real than ever.

He was laying there, still a bit sleepy and drowsy from his nap. When he opened his eyes he could have sworn that he really had fucked you. He didn’t even know where he was…

After the initial confusion, everything slowly came back to his pretty head and he felt a frustrating disappointment the moment he finally realised it had been all just a wet dream.

One of too many…

K: No you didn’t just have sex with Y/N in the kitchen, get a hold of yourself, you idiot… It was just a fucking dream.

He reprimanded himself. The statement he had just uttered was so mentally agonising but he had to do this to bring himself back to harsh reality. The one in which he didn’t have sex with you in the kitchen after you had prepared a curry rice for him.

All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to this vivid dream. But, unfortunately, even though he was trying very hard to fall asleep again there was this problematic issue that didn’t let him sleep anymore…

K: Gahhh...

He growled angrily in frustration. This poor boy was shifting nervously from one to the other side of the bed while replaying images of you and him fucking mindlessly on that kitchen counter. He got so hard it was beginning to be painful. Almost unbearable. If he had been in his own bed he would have jacked himself off as he usually did when he had these dreams with you.

It felt a bit not right to do that there, though… Right?

At least, somewhere at the back of his head, he knew he really shouldn’t have. That it was inappropriate and just simply wrong. He was having this mental fight. Weighing arguments for and against.

K: Get your shit together. You won’t wank off in her bed!

He angrily switched position to lay on his stomach and put his arms under the pillows to prevent himself from doing any nasty things.

Turned out, that it was the worst possible decision ever…

He felt his large hands brushing against some silky material. It was so nice to touch that he fumbled it in between his fingers. Soon after, the curiosity won over him and he pulled out the fabric from under the pillows.

He examined the delicate material resting in his palms.

K: No… noooo…

He took a deep breath and squeezed your panties in his hand burying head into the sheets. It was the exact moment when it dawned on him that he had lost this unfair battle. He rolled over on his back again.

His free hand immediately in his boxers and he started jerking off.

Shamelessly.

No further doubts in his head anymore. It just felt too good to control himself and he had yearned for this too much to stop.

He was playing with your panties in one of his hands, while the other slowly worked his rock hard member. He even sniffed them trying to get to know how you would taste. He was still replaying the mental images from the dream in his head. He wanted to be in you so badly.

So badly that he took your panties and without much thinking wrapped his painful erection with them. He began pumping even harder and quicker.

The fabric created this nice sensation on his skin and a soft moan escaped his lips. He was breathing laboriously and he even cried out your name from time to time, imagining that he is indeed thrusting into you on that kitchen counter as it had been in his dream.

Your panties were completely soaked wet. He was leaking with precum and only moments shared him from this much-needed release. A couple of strokes with his skilful hand and long fingers.

But then, he heard a knock on the door.

Y: Kookie, are you up?

It was you. His heart almost stopped in his chest. He quickly covered himself with the blanket and answered in a shaky voice. So unlike him.

K: Yeaahhh… Kind of…

Is he out of breath? - you were thinking to yourself, getting a little worried about his condition.

Y: Are you unwell, Kooks?

K: No, I’m just fine, noona. Perfectly fine!

Let’s be honest. It didn’t sound too convincing so you slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was covered up with blankets up to his ears.

So cute…Too cute…

Your thoughts once again drifting away in a wrong direction. You couldn’t help, but to smile at this big boy.

Y: Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?

He saw you were moving in the direction of the bed and was mentally panicking. He wanted to die for his stupidity and lack of any control over his hormones. Being caught by your love interest while jacking off in her bed? What a wonderful prospect! It surely would help in proving that he wasn’t a childish boy anymore. He was crying inside and scolding himself in his thoughts.

it was like a really shitty predicament that he found himself in… it became clear that you intended to sit beside him on the bed and soon after, there he was with a hard on and you sitting inches away from him. His face was so red you kept on nagging him with questions…

Y: Kookie, are you sure you’re alright?

You touched hid forehead with your hand.

Y: You seem feverish…

K: No, trust me! I’m ok, noona.

He really tried to play it cool. Too bad…

Y: Maybe it’s because of the wound? Lemme see it.

After saying that you took the sheets in your hand, wanting to uncover this poor, little, wounded boy… You were so worried!

K: NOOOOOO… NO!

He almost jumped on the bed desperately catching the sheets and clinging to them for his dear life which in all honesty got you even more worried about him. Maybe even annoyed? Was he playing a big man while actually, he was in real pain? Your face twisted at the thought.

Y: Oh, I knew it! You’re in pain! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!

You kept on shouting louder and louder.

Y: Don’t try to act like some fucking badass! It’s not one of your stupid video games you brat!

Then you pulled the sheets with all of your force… and well…

You didn’t quite expect to see what you saw. First of all, Jeon Jungkook,, your childhood friend and now a subordinate had a fucking hard on. Second of all? It seemed as if your panties stood out from under his boxers.

Thirdly…

Y: Kooks, you’re huge!

You thought to yourself or maybe you wanted to but it turned out that you had just said it out loud.

Yes, it must have been the case judging from Jungkook’s reaction. His chocolate brown eyes went wide. He wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth in order to do so, but in the end, he didn’t utter a thing. At least, nothing coherent.

You were just staring at his length… Everything about this situation was oh so awkward. He felt so ashamed. He tried to read from your face what you were possibly thinking and sadly, he only had bad predictions…

K: Baby girl, I’m so sorry… It just kind of… happened? I don’t know how… I mean…

And truth to be told all you were thinking then was how damn hot he looked. His body in full view. Rock hard thighs pressed together in a pathetic attempt to hide his throbbing member. He was so visibly scared of your reaction. His plump lips were left partially open in an ‘o’ shape. Eyes even bigger than ever.

You felt the sudden urge to touch him. He was just irresistible, You more or less knew what must have happened and you couldn’t really blame him… He’s so young… He had been in your bed and then he probably also found the panties.

You felt your core getting hot. The idea of Jungkook touching himself in your bed was simply too alluring… and so dirty.

Immediately, you decided to play along.

Y: Did you wank in my bed?

K: Noona, I’m so so…

Y: Answer the question, dammit!

You interrupted him not letting him utter his miserable apologies. He grabbed so hard on the sheets that it must have hurt him. He averted your gaze feeling so bad for himself, but then… he forgot how to breathe when he saw your hand approaching his boxers.

K: Noona?!

You took the string of your panties that was standing out from his boxers and you slowly pulled the string trying to take them out and unwrap his member.

And, oh fuck… You could only imagine how pleasurable it was for him observing how he threw his head back moaning in response. His body shivered feeling as the fabric was ticklishly moving around his shaft.

K: Baby girl…

Breathless plea leaving his deliciously enticing wet with saliva lips.

Y: Did you think about some other girls when you were jerking off?

Your voice as cold as it was only possible. He frowned at the accusation. He wanted to respond but you caught him short when you put a hand on his hard member caressing him through the boxers.

K: Ahhhh…

He inhaled sharply and due to the pleasurable sensation that unexpectedly crept over his body, he forgot what he was about to say. His mind completely blank focusing only on your ministrations. Hips already rocking in rhythm with you palm. His orgasm was quickly building up all over again. You were rubbing his cock in circles never really fully taking him into your hand, but applying enough pressure for him to forget his name.

Y: Answer the fucking question, you brat!

You ran up with your hand so high that it must have hurt him now. He squeaked and his hands involuntarily trying to hold you closer to his chest so as to hug you, He truly wanted to answer back, but it was all very hard because of your touch.

K: Noona, I’d never…Believe me, please!

His answer delivered in between desperate moans and harsh grunts coming out of his throat.

Y: So, what did you think about? Eh?!

K: About you!

He blurted out truthfully. His head collapsing in the crook of your neck.

Y: Like I’d believe you, you dirty, little liar!

He was so turned on that he was bending down, trying to look for your lips. His hip thrusts even more erratic now. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite feeling like in fucking heaven he was so flustered that you didn’t want to believe him. He quickly spat out, without much thinking. His voice cracking all the time.

K: I was dreaming about fucking you on that damned kitchen counter!

Words quickly came out of his mouth. His laborious breathing was a true music to your ears.

A way to get a confession out of a guy. Indeed. But, he sounded so sexy you felt a sudden wave of pleasure in your stomach and you felt that it was too much to tease him so you cooed…

Y: Baby, please tell me more.

His spirits got up after hearing that familiar nickname. You went on.

Y: Did you fuck me well?

Being obviously turned on as well at this point, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Your words were like magic. He started eagerly nodding his head. Overexcited and happy that you finally believed him.

K: Baby you were moaning so hard for me, I swear…

Y: Was I?

K: Oh, yes, yes. You did! You even screamed my name over and over again.

All the time you kept massaging his dick and, not surprisingly, being the little kinky shit that he was, your dirty talk threw him over the edge. Before climaxing he once again nuzzled his head into your neck as if embarrassed and came hard into his boxers.

Frankly, you hadn’t even palmed him properly but he came anyway. You chuckled a little when you realised that. He hugged you so tightly afraid of letting go. You hugged him back, fondly massaging his back and helping him to calm down. When he was more or less alright he put your foreheads together and looked deeply into your eyes, still a bit embarrassed. He bit his lip. The usual habit when he got nervous and then he kissed you. Deeply. With such passion, you could feel his affection towards you. He was so needy and wanted you so badly words could not express how he felt then…

Out of a sudden, you heard Yoongi screaming as if there was some kind of an emergency or what not…

S: Y/N… where are you?! I came to hang that fucking painting for you!

Judging from his voice he must have been getting closer and closer to your room. You didn’t want to let one of your most mean assistants know that you had just jerked off Jungkook, so you quickly leaped to your feet leaving him with puppy eyes.

Y: Sure, coming!

Just before leaving the room you gave Jungkook a quick peck on his forehead and he flashed that gummy smile of his that had always made your stomach feel disturbingly warm.

And this is how Jeon Jungkook got his very first and definitely not the last orgasm from you.

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