- Kai shows you how much he really does need you
- So this is sorta a mixture of those two requests, kinda angsty, very smutty. I actually can’t get enough of Kai, he reminds me of my philosophy professor who I like love, but minus the blue hair and Trump mania lol. Anyway, enjoy mdudes and yeah, request more stuff! I can write what ever character you want, so long as I watch the show/movie:)))
a few days since your incident with Kai, and despite him momentarily reassuring
you that you were a valued member of the cult, you quickly went back to being
wary of your usefulness within it. Kai had yet to let you do any actual work
for the cult, including him not allowing you to kill anyone yet; the closest
you had come to murdering anyone was when Kai had everyone nail gun RJ. You
were beginning to grow sceptical of Kai’s intentions with you. Why was he
keeping you around if he wasn’t letting you take part in any of the actual
dirty work. Despite her death, you were secretly jealous of Meadow in the fact
that at least she actually did something for the cult. It
seemed like everyone had. Apart from you.
begun to keep you at his side at almost all times since what happened between
you, although, the two of you hadn’t had sex, or even spoken about the prospect
of having sex, since then. Despite this, you could practically slice the sexual
tension when the two of you were together. There didn’t need to be any spoken
initiation of you and Kai desperately wanting each other again; just one look
at one another and you could tell. You didn’t want it to be
like this though. You were angry at Kai. You were angry at him for treating you
like a child; watching over you all the time; hardly ever letting you go out by
yourself; never letting you do any of the
dirty work. You were angry at him for having sex with you, and but a couple of
days later having sex with Meadow to manipulate her into shooting herself. You
were angry at the way he was manipulating everyone. Was he doing the same to
you? You’d seen how he had manipulated the others, what he said to Meadow and
Ivy. You thought it was only a matter of time before he tried the same with
Gary were in the basement, sat on the sofa. “Gary?” You asked timidly.
replied, preoccupied with watching the video of the latest of the cult’s
murders. “Do you think I’m really needed here? Like, Kai doesn’t let me do any
of the actual work, and I’ve seen how he manipulates people…Do you think he’s
doing the same to me?” You say quietly. Gary turns to face you. “Of course
you’re needed here, y/n. I think Kai’s just trying to protect you.” He smiles.
“Why would he try to protect me? I’m in a cult that murders people! If he
wanted to protect me he never would’ve brought me into this!” You say, anger
hinted in your voice. Just as Gary was about to reply, you look up and see Kai
at the bottom of the stairs.
Gary.” He says and Gary nods, getting up quickly and almost running up the
you begin, not knowing how to explain yourself. “I’ve already explained this to
you y/n. Your time will come.” He says, walking over to sit with you on the
sofa. “I know, Kai. It’s just-” “y/n, a larva bee has to shed its skin to become the queen. It can be painful, but the dark must prevail to bring forth the light. And you burn
brighter than anyone.” You state at him, dumbfounded as to how he can say this
to almost everyone else and still have the gall to say this to you. You slap
him, hard, across his face. “I can’t believe you would say that to me. You
don’t think I’ve heard you say that before? To Ivy? To Meadow? Don’t try it on
me Kai. I can see you don’t need me here. You just keep me around, as some play
thing you can manipulate!” Kai stares at you, smiling. “You really do shine
brighter than anyone.” He says. You roll your eyes and get up to leave when he
grabs your wrist and pulls you back onto the sofa, your skirt coming up in the
process, leaving it basically around your waist. “Don’t touch me, Kai” you
warn. “You want me to touch you though y/n, don’t you?” To be honest, you
really did. The sex you had with Kai was the best sex you’d ever had, and the
heated tension between the two of you now was turning you on so much. “Kai,
don’t. I’m done with this and I’m done with you. It’s like the only reason I’m
here now is so you can get your dick sucked. Especially now that Meadow’s
dead.” You spat, venom dripping from your words. “No, little lamb” he said, his
hand creeping up your thighs. “Kai…please don’t do this now. I’m angry at
you!” “Can’t you see, y/n? You’re the most important person in this cult! You
make me happy…” he smirks, he hands crawling higher up your thighs,
dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. “You don’t really mean that, Kai”
you mumble, growing quiet from the dirty thoughts he caused to race through
your mind. “I do, little lamb.” He says softly, his hands finally reaching your
panties. He rubs your clit lightly through the material and you sigh, arching your
back slightly at the contact, making Kai smile at you. “Stand up” he says,
pulling his hand away, causing you to pout. You get up off the sofa, your skirt
still dangerously short from when he caused it to ride up earlier. “Walk over
to the mirror” you begrudgingly, silently, walk over to the full length mirror
in the corner of the room.
yourself, y/n.” He says, walking over to you. “You’re so beautiful. How could you not be the most important
member? How could I make anyone else but you my queen?” He says, wrapping his
arms around your waist when he reaches you. You look at you and Kai in the
mirror. You watch his hands slide up your bare stomach and reach the hem of
your red crop top. “Why do you insist on wearing these outfits, little lamb.
You know what they do to me.” He purrs in your ear, slipping his hands under your
top and playing with your tits underneath it. You can feel his hard on pressing
onto your ass and you lightly grind on it, while slowly slipping a hand down
underneath your skirt and inside your panties and onto your clit. Kai pulls our
shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra, skirt and panties.
He turns you around
to face him and then he pushes you against the wall, kissing you deeply. You moan into the kiss, causing Kai to pull your skirt and panties down in one swift motion, while you quickly took off your bra. You suddenly realised that Kai was fully clothed, while you were stark naked. You tug at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. You pull away from the kiss “Kai, please” You pant, out of breath from the kiss. “No, little lamb. Not yet. Let me show you how important you are to me.” He purrs, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, gently rubbing your naked core against him, desperate for some friction there. This makes Kai chuckle slightly. “You really are desperate today, y/n.” You hum in agreement and he gently places you down on the sofa, spreading your legs over the edge. He kneels down in front of you, admiring the sight before him. He groans quietly and you lean back against the sofa. “You’re so wet y/n…” he mumbles, gently running two long fingers along your glistening cunt. You moan loudly at the contact, throwing your head back against the back of the sofa. “That’s it y/n, show me how good I make you feel” He says, slowly working the two fingers inside your pussy, his other hand working on your clit. “Mmm, Kai, please!” You beg, desperate for more. His fingers get to work quickly inside you, causing your hands to fly up towards your nipples, playing with them lightly. Kai keeps fingering you, pushing you closer to your orgasm. You moan loudly as you feel it approaching, and as you do, Kai pulls his fingers out of you. You look down at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Wha-” You look down to see Kai had taken his shirt off and had lowered his face so it was level with your cunt. He suddenly flicked his tongue over your clit, making you buck your hips towards him. He chuckles against you, his breath against your hot pussy making you desperate for more. “Please Kai!” you beg. He runs his tongue up and down your slit before finally settling his lips around your clit, his tongue continuously flicking over it while his fingers delve back inside you. Your hands grab at his hair, pulling at it lightly, making him groan against you. After what feels like seconds, you cum, and Kai laps up all the juices dripping out of you.
“Oh my God, Kai” you pant, breathless. “We’re not done yet little lamb.” he says, getting back on his feet and swiftly pulling off his pants and boxers. His rock hard cock slaps against his stomach and you instinctively go to grab at it. “No.” He says firmly, grabbing your wrists in his hands, laying you on your back against the sofa. “This is about you, y/n” he whispers in you ear as he slowly climbs on top of you. You can feel his firm cock against your sensitive pussy, and it drives you crazy. “Please Kai, I need you!” You moan desperately. Suddenly, Kai slams into you, your arms flying around his neck as you practically scream his name, sure that everyone above you can hear. This makes you cover your mouth, embarrassed that they could hear you. Kai removes your hand from your mouth. “Let me hear you, y/n” he grunts, drilling into you, making your tits bounce up and down on your chest. You moan with every thrust, feeling your cunt get tighter and tighter around Kai’s cock as you grow closer and closer to your second orgasm. You feel Kai twitch inside you, signalling to you that he too is close. “Kai, please cum inside me! I’m. So. So .Close!” you moan, stopping between words as he relentlessly ploughs into you. This drives him over the edge, and with one final thrust, he shoots his seed deep into you as you come around his big cock. “Mmm, Kai” you pant, breathless, looking up at him through hooded eyes and thick eyelashes. That sight makes him desperate for round two, but he can see how tired you are. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling out and getting dressed again.
You slowly pulled on your clothes and sat on the edge of the sofa with Kai. “Y/n, you have to know that I really do need you here, with me. I promise I will let you do more work, you just have to trust me, ok, little lamb?” He says, taking your hand and looking deep into your eyes. Something about the way he looks at you makes you believe every word he says. “Ok Kai, I trust you.” You say. “Good girl” he says, pulling you onto his lap as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, drifting off to sleep. If only you had seen the way Kai smiled down at you, showing that he really does need you.
Happy Fourth! since America and I share a birthday week I figured it
was due time i give yall the gift of hakyona so happy fireworks and stay
safe! Also this is is sorta au where yona also has a crush on hak while
theyre still in the castle
Vim: (Noun) lively or energetic spirit; enthusiasm; vitality.
was nothing more than a child and as far as Hak was concerned would
always be one, forever destined to bewilder him with her entirely clever
mind that seemed only ever focused on gluttony, vanity, and pride. Yes
of course Yona had always been predisposed with a naturally kind and
benevolent spirit however her character was prone to flaws predictable
of one raised a sheltered spoiled princess. Her youthful disposition
often lead to naïve impulses of the heart and juvenile adventures that always got him in trouble.
Still, Hak had never been able to help the budding feelings that
stemmed from an innocent childhood attachment to a wild princess and her
callow games from growing into a not so simple love. It seemed he and
trouble were kindred spirits.
Growing up, the insatiable princess
had been a pain to deal with, a lovable and adorable pain but a massive
pain nonetheless. As small children, her curiosity demanded she know
everything and anything about the stubborn-Hah! She was one to talk- and
reserved new Wind tribe orphan boy and the mystery his personality and
past presented. If Hak was honest, he had never been able to figure out
if her incessant interrogations were formed out of genuine intrigue or
if it was all just a way to distract he mind from the lingering
heartbreak of the death of a most beloved mother. The older he got
however, the more Hak decided that the reason didn’t actually matter, as
long as Yona was happy and free then his heart was (mostly) at peace.
Her loneliness often deprived him of the naps under the large willow
tree just shy of the courtyard he so desired and her eagerness demanded
his full attention.
In short, Yona had been a handful, his handful to be precise.
Hak played victim to her never-ending questions, bribed with fruits and snacks and- was that cake? He supposed he had time for a few more of her queries. Despite
his insistence that she was annoying and needed to leave him alone, Hak
never could actually bring himself to shake off the red haired mania
that was the cute princess. It had nothing to do with the scarlet that
stained his cheeks and the all too erratic pitter patters of his cracked
heart when her tiny body barreled into him with a force she should not
physically possess. It had nothing at all to do with any of those
things, Yona was just easier to deal with when she got her way and he
was simply an incredibly patient and indulging friend… yeah that was it.
“Hak, wanna play a game?”
“…Fine… but I’m not dressing up again…”
the time they were in their early teens, Hak had developed a mostly
comfortable and witty rapport with the princess he had tried so hard not
to think about. She still insisted on the questions and established her
authority over his free time, but her execution with her diction had
become somewhat haughty and snooty and contained a bizarre yet subtle
bite. He hated how easily she excelled in snooty… and how attracted to
it he was. Her sharp words and coy expressions shot straight through his
heart… amoung other places. Yona with all her condescending attitudes
and pompous extravagance had turned into everything Hak hated and for
some reason he just loved the pretentious princess even more. How could
he say no to those ruby red lips and those coquettish amethyst eyes?
was he supposed to bring to the table against a spoiled princess who
would inevitably get her way using nothing more than a demure pout? Well
pick up the wholesome hobby of teasing her till she was at her wits end
of course. And so, with this new element added to his arsenal of
retort, Hak had finally won the upper ground in all their exchanges and
hide his very obvious crush under a thin veil of mockery. Yona was
hungry? All he needed to mention was that she was always hungry aaand if
she didn’t seem to notice that well then no wonder she was starting to
look like one of those dumplings she loved. Yona’s hands hurt? It was
probably all that twiddling of her thumbs the poor thing, did Yona need
some ice or maybe a massage? Yona’s hair was too weird and too red? Well
it definitely wasn’t her hair that was odd. It was with these
playful remarks and jests that Hak finally was the one awarded with the
sight of his partner in crime blushing up a crimson storm as bright as
those locks. Now he was the one who saw her sputter and stutter until
she answered him with a stomp of her right foot- it was always the
right-and an indignant a ‘Shut up Hak!’ And the transition from
occasional visiting friend to nonstop chastising thorn in her side
always brought on a sort of sadistic joy the boy (Ah, no it was man
now!) could never seem to explain. Was he consistently torturing himself
and his all to onesided love by actively pointing out all her perfect
imperfections that Hak himself had become addicted to? Oh no doubt, but
by this time in their evergrowing relationship, Hak was really too far
gone to even care if his hear was slowly cracking like forgotten
porcelain. Hak loved Yona, there was nothing to be done now, and the
damage of falling in love had already been done. So, his desire to keep
her spirited and happy and full of vim to the end of his days had far
surpassed the consequence of his broken heart.
Of course, there had been one consequence his heartbroken mind had not been privy to, and that little detail was that…
Yona loved being teased. But only by Hak.
choice words and snarky jabs made her heart stop and the narrowing of
those sapphire eyes (she could just dive into!) just before his
unintentionally sultry comebacks made her mouth water in anticipation.
It had also never missed Yona’s attention that while Hak had always been
cute and sulky when they were kids, nothing could have prepared her
unsuspecting soul for his transformation into the literal smoldering
symbol of sexual perfection. Yona had made it a point to ensure that the
majority of their feuds were timed right as he was training, the view
of his sculpted abs and powerful arms flexing and tightening and glistening
with each swing of his impossibly large spear did wonders for her
private fantasies. And should he ever take a moment to catch his breath
and her off guard with a casual turn of his narrowed hips and a
confident smirk playing on his lustful lips then she could never stop
the drop of her wanting mouth and her wanton thoughts. Yona had never
wanted for anything until Hak towered over her and at that point all she
wanted was a room, some privacy, and a shirtless sweating Hak all over
her. Hak had been mostly right, there was nothing going on in her
head…except of course, Hak.
So with his lack of
foresight, or more technically his lack of hope that she would ever
reciprocate his feelings, Hak was genuinely astonished when one moment
he was being called to her highness’s side and the next he had landed
hands and knees barely pressed on top of her in her spacious but very
well hidden closet. Hak was more impressed however, that she had somehow
managed to pull him in said closet and drag him down without his
knowledge that she had been hiding in the first place and with a
strength she still should not possess. Hak gulped; Had her nightgown
always been that sheer?
“Princess, wha-"he quietly started before
those slender arms of hers reached up to pull on his scalp and yank his
mouth down on her open lips. His mind came to a complete stop and all
movement of his ceased. Yona whined impatiently, pulled tightly, and
demanded incessantly for more, and who was he, her faithful bodyguard
and servant, to say no? Teeth clashed and tongues invaded as their lips
melded aggressively and if he decided that his hands were better put to
use running up the sides of her failing gown rather than keeping him
from pinning her body into the gown with his, then Yona was perfectly
fine with it. With their new proximity, she was finally able to wrap her
legs around his hips and rock into Hak in a fashion that made his eyes
roll and his hands squeeze her delightfully rough. His teeth nipping at
her bottom lip, sucking and pulling, while one hand pulled her hips even closer and
drew a shamefully loud keen from her as Yona snapped her head back in
pleasure. And then Hak moved down, working a path from the top of her
ear, where he whispered filthy nothings and lascivious promises, and
making his way to her unmarred jaw and pale throat leaving bites in his
wake as she rocked against him demanding more, always demanding.
they were to be caught by a stray servant or heaven forbid her father,
then Hak would most definitely lose his job and maybe his head, but Hak,
was a weak man, and if Yona wanted a good romp every now and then, who was he to say no?
Okay shoutout to @wwefanatic91 for paying attention to where she would be. We got in line to see her and I wanted to cry. I couldn’t believe it. She was so beautiful in person. Her waist was so tiny. She wears her weave in the same inches I do. It had to be at least 26 inches. Her skin looked buttery smooth. Her smile lights up a room. She was just perfect. (TV does her justice but seeing her in person??? Bruh. A goddess among us.) I got so nervous the closer we go to her. We were almost there when security was making her leave. I was about to cry for real. I thought that I wasn’t gonna get a chance to meet my fav. Then she was like “they’re making me leave but I’ll take pics with everybody”. I was so ready. Okay not really because I had to redo mine because she moved really quick and my dumb ass still had my timer on selfie mode. 😭😭😂 She was nice enough to take another one. Y'all…I’m tearing up writing this. I never thought I would get a chance to meet her EVER. There were so many things that I wanted to say to her. I just wanted to thank her and tell her how much I appreciate her. She encourages me to follow my heart no matter how much bullshit comes my way. She encourages me to be a better person. I just wanted to thank her for just being herself. She’s paving the way for young, black girls, especially girls my skin tone and darker. Who would have thought we would get to see a woman close to our skin tone achieve so much in this company? She deserves the world and then some. She’s everything to me and I love her. It was such a honor to be in the same space as her. I’m forever grateful. 💚💚💚 (I’m still mad that I had to take my green hair out before Mania weekend. 😭😭😭) Whatever color she has next time, I’ll make sure I have it in lmao.