Yall I Can't Think Of What To Write Still. Im Haaaaard Blanking And My Throat Is Tickly, I'm Losing My

yall i can't think of what to write still. im haaaaard blanking and my throat is tickly, i'm losing my voice- help TT

THIS IS SO FUCKING AHHHHHH?????

Could you write one where it’s #20 with Seungmin?

heyy bb, okie ill work on this, but please know that requests are currently closed. i'll open them up a little later, when i think i have the time. i hope you enjoy this nonetheless^^

20. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU LOOKING LIKE THAT WHILE I WAS IN A MEETING!”

seungmin x reader ! cw; teasing, slight sexting, mentions of f. recieving, pet names like doll, pup, baby, etc. wc.— 468.

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now you couldn't really think of doing something like this to your boyfriend. your brain knew it would be mean, cruel even. but your fingers ached to send him that one pic you took at the trial room.

that one pic of you wearing pale coloured lingerie, with lace and everything. what made it even prettier, sluttier even, was the thoughts you had while putting it on.

your fingers trace the material, your nails lightly scrape the strap while you did so. a whimper leaves your pink lips, thinking of how seungmin would love it on you, liking it more off your body. thoughts roam to when he'd lazily remove the straps one by one, teasing you obviously. what was your boyfriend if he didn't tease you one bit?

your mind shifted to thinking about when he'd just casually move your panties to the side, slipping a finger in with ease, because that's how soaked you were for him, and he'd just grin at that. "pretty pup all wet for me, aren't you?" he had said just last night, when he fucked you in that lingerie, only to rip it off, hence the reason for you to go buy a whole new pair. maybe even two more.

again your mind shifted to thinking if it was mean for wanting to send him a picture of you, in the lingerie. but then again, he'd always tease you, and today was your turn.

«image attached»

‹how does this look, min?› you typed out, somewhat hesitant on your current action. you regretted sending that, knowing that seungmin would be either busy or in a meeting.

‹baby...› came his reply, and you could see three dots, showing you that he was typing.

‹YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU LOOKING LIKE THAT WHILE I WAS IN A MEETING! ›

a small smirk formed on your lips, as you type out your response, your fingers flying on the keyboard, telling him how much you missed him, and how you want him to touch you. you asked him if you could send in another picture, of you wearing a different colour lingerie, a different design altogether. this one being more revealing.

without waiting for his reply, you attached an image, and exited the chat, your legs carrying you to the counter for billing. your phone vibrated in your pocket, and the caller ID showed seungmin's name, and that's when you froze.

"what the fuck is wrong with you? if you love being a brat so much, doll, you might as well just get punished," came his voice through the phone, his tone low, like he didn't want anyone to find out who he was talking to.

"get back into the trial room, pup. you're not leaving that store until you've made me cum."

Funny Good Omens things

full credit to the owner!

kinda hard to see on camera but it’s definitely green

it’s dull in the photo but it’s more visible

we’ll see how it turns out but i just used some of my leftover dark green hair dye over the faded purple and i’m beginning to question my choices

can i request hard!dom jungkook punishing reader for flirting with the other members at a party using overstimulation? maybe brat!tamer and spanking and choking

also can i be 🪐 anon?

yes! lovely anon! my first emoji anon 🪐! absolutely you can be my saturn anon :D

i hope you like it! enjoy reading <3

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Parties and Punishments: JKK X READER

just in time for his birthday!

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The party was in full swing when you decided you wanted to mess around with the birthday boy a little. It was almost too easy to figure out your new bratty plan to anger Jungkook when you made eye contact with Namjoon. The look in his was clearly affected by the alcohol you had all been consuming but you could care less. It worked perfectly for your mission: anger Jeon Jungkook. 

Strutting over to Joon in your mostly modest dress, you watched as his eyes trailed over you, head nodding in approval. Joon had always been your sort of brother-in-group. Fashion advice? Namjoon. Book recommendation? Namjoon. Had a fight with the lovely maknae? Kim fucking Namjoon was there to comfort you. 

It almost felt wrong running your hand across his chest when you stopped in front of him, listening to his compliments on your dress. 

“A little too much cleavage though, Y/N. You’re almost walking around with your fucking tits hanging out.”

You laughed loudly, exaggerated as you glanced around for the man of the hour. Finding him quickly, you observed him leaning on the wall chatting away with Hoseok as he sipped on his beer. His sharp eyes were trained on yours, just watching. The tilt of his head made you smile at him brightly, innocence oozing from the gesture until he turned his eyes away from you.

“What? You don’t like tits, Joonie?”

The man in question coughed at your words, his hands motioning frantically in denial and confusion.

“I’m joking~ Calm down, hot stuff.”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow as you pat his chest before walking off. The confusion from him continued as you locked onto your next target. Seokjin. You had this sort of flirty relationship with Jin as it was, Jungkook didn’t mind it either, it was normal and if you were weren’t flirting with each other then the next day was bound to be horrible. It was like the belief that cows laying down meant rain or hot weather, you could never remember which. 

“Jinnie~”, you called out to him as you approached his figure poised in front of the stove.

“Ah! Princess! Come taste this. Tell me if it’s missing something.”, he turned to face you abruptly, a spoon of sauce hovering in your face.

You smiled at him and took the spoon into your mouth slowly, pursing your lips and purposefully moan loud enough for a few people to glance over. Your lover included. Your eyes met briefly before you turned your wide eyes back to Seokjin, staring up at him with the epitome of blowjob eyes as he smirked.

“That’s so so good! It’s perfect Jinnie! Just like you~”, you praised his cooking, retracting from the spoon just as slow as you engulfed it.

“Good. Wouldn’t want to disappoint the birthday boy! Right Jungkookie?!”, he hollered across the room to the boy, his eyes rolling as he got flipped off.

You praised the food once more before you turned and scanned the room. Jungkook didn’t seem annoyed. Just cautious as he watched you occasionally. Unfortunately your observation of him seemed to beckon him over and disrupt your next move, his hands creeping around your shoulders to hug you tightly.

“You better not be planning anything in that pretty little head of yours. There will be consequences if you fuck up my night. Tread carefully, doll.”, his soft lips brushed your ear as he whispered to you, making it seem like a simple embrace with sweet murmured words.

You nodded in response, patting his back as you pulled away, a smile on your lips as he narrowed his eyes.

“I would do no such thing! Go have fun, baby! It is your night. It looks like Taehyungie wants a word with you anyways.”, you gently pushed him in the direction of the seated man, eyebrows waggling at Taehyung as he waited for Jungkook to take a seat beside him.

You took the opportunity to slide over to Yoongi who sat in the corner, just observing everything and scrolling through his phone until someone approached. That someone, this time, was you. And you took full advantage of the angle he was sat at, his chair facing the couch nearly perfectly from the back of the room.

You sat down next to him, striking up a conversation about one thing or another, the conversation shifting as you asked him about a relationship that may or may not be happening. He denied the allegations you threw at him calmly, proving your rumours wrong in an instant.

“That’s a shame. Any girl would be lucky to have you, Yoongi.”, you sighed in disappointment, hand patting his thigh a little too high up. 

Not moving your hand from his thigh, mere inches from his bulge, you changed the conversation again. Rambling about the best bakery in Seoul, your hand slowly drifted higher. Brushing over his clothes cock, you saw his leg jump as his eyes trained on your expression. Giving away nothing, you palmed over his bulge, getting more into his personal space as your tone became more flirtatious, more sensual as you talked about the cream frosting the bakery used.

Movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention, your rambling slowing down and becoming normal toned as you realized Jungkook was the movement. He had stood from the couch in a stretch, his eyes back on you, your hand, as you looked right back at him. Taking it a step further, you held eye contact as he settled from the stretch, his shoulders rolling as you glanced down at your hand and back to guide his eyes to his hyungs bulge as you palmed it slowly. 

The moment was over an instant later as you stood abruptly, arms stretching above your head and lifting your dress up your thighs until you fixed it with a exaggerated bend in front Yoongi. The glare from Jungkook that met you when you straightened made you chuckle, eyes scanning for your next pawn. Aha. Hoseok. He stood in the kitchen with Jin now, giving you the perfect target to drag into a dance. 

Making your way over to him, you rested your hands on his shoulders as he chatted with Seokjin, his eyes darting to you occasionally as you massaged his shoulders gently. 

“Hobi~ Let’s dance. Jungkook is too busy talking with Taehyung.”, you whined into his ear, guiding him to the cleared space for dancing.

“Good thing I’m a great dancer then, dove.”, he chirped back, hands finding your waist as the beat picked up, the bass vibrating your entire body as you began to dance with Hoseok.

Your hips swerved with the music, hands resting on Hobi’s as you pulled him closer. Grinding against each other on beat with the music, you closed your eyes and let go. Getting lost in the movement’s of Hoseok’s body and the music was easy. It was easy to forget this was a ploy to anger Jungkook when you felt Hoseok’s cock harden against your ass, his hands holding you to him tighter as the bass dropped. You both dipped to the floor for a moment, your upper half staying lowered as you straightened your legs, hips still swivelling. 

The song ended moments later, Hoseok’s harsh breaths on the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine as you caught your breath as well. Slow claps filled the room in the absence of the turned up music, your eyes springing open to look around as though you just remembered your boyfriend was probably watching your whole performance. The boyfriend in question was the source of the claps, his hair tousled and eyes dark as he slowly clapped. He stopped abruptly, taking long, calm strides up to you and Hoseok before grabbing your upper arm in a harsh grip. Tugging you to the couch. 

He sat down with his grip intact, the hold he had forcing you to your knees between his spread legs. His grip shifted to your hair, tugging your head back as you whimpered.

“I’ve been watching you, pet. Galavanting around my party in that damn dress. Flirting with my friends? In front of me?”, he tsks, “And you thought you would get away with it? Really? Are you seriously that dumb? I’m not surprised. You’re just a cock hungry whore who would fuck her boyfriends friends to get more dick, isn’t that right?”

“No- No, I-“

A slap rung through the room, Jungkook tsking you again as he tugged on your hair again.

“Did I say you could talk? No? Then why are you fucking talking?”

You shook your head, eyes downcast. Jungkook scoffs and slaps you again, your cheek and scalp stinging at the joint pain.

“I asked you a question, slut. I expect you to answer it. Or are you already so cock drunk you can’t speak?”

“I-I’m sorry Kookie-“

Slap.

“Try again.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”, your voice was more steady, a few whispers catching you off guard as the rest of the boys settled down on the couch, clearly at a sharp look from the birthday boy.

“Better. Now, look around. These boys, my best friends, the ones you’re tryna fuck? Yeah, they’re gonna watch you suck my dick like a good toy and then you’re going to apologize for disrupting the party and being rude. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”, embarrassment flamed your cheeks as Jungkook shoved his jeans down his legs. 

His hands gripped your hair tightly, guiding your head to his cock as you shuddered at the attention. The intense stares spurred you on, lips parting to encase the head like you had done with the sauce spoon. Glancing up at Jungkook, you frowned internally seeing no reaction on his face. Doubling your efforts and sliding your mouth down his length until he pulled you up with a grunt and a condescending smile.

“You’re enjoying that too much, pet. This is a punishment. So take it well and maybe I’ll let you off easy later.”

Minutes later you were on your back, legs restrained and shaking in the solid grips of Yoongi and Namjoon while Jungkook held the vibrator against your clit. 

“It’s-Its too much! Please!”, you cried out for the fifth time as yet another orgasm washed over you, your moans breaking with the painful sensation that followed.

Your hips squirmed and your legs shook as Jungkook just shook his head, pressing the toy harder against you with a firm slap to your ass. His words were muffled in your ears, only picking up “Hoseok” and “throat”. You had no time to dwell on it, Hoseok’s long fingers wrapping around your throat with a firm squeeze. 

Your jaw dropped further, eyes rolling back as another orgasm wrecked your body, arms straining against the solid grips that held them still. Jungkook landed another slap to your sore ass, his eyes trained on the juice’s spilling down your thighs and ruining the couch.

“Dirty, dirty whore. Ruining the couch with your arousal. How dare you?”

You choked out an apology, vision going blank as Jungkook pulled the vibrator from your bundle of nerves just as you were about to come one final time. Your whines made them laugh as tears tracked down your cheeks, eyes closing and blush rising as you were released.

“If you think my last punishment is a ruined orgasm, you’re in for a horrible night, pet.”

WHOOOOOO WHAT A RIIIIDE. this is art. admire.

Drabble # 1 (Sadist Bf!Seungmin x Older!Reader)

Disclaimer: This piece is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Kim Seungmin in any way. This is nothing but mere fiction and fantasy. Browse at your own risk. Contains smut under the cut.

Prompt: Your Dom boyfriend Seungmin punishes you for failing a test.

Warning(s): Spanking, idk sadist boyfriend!Seungmin, humiliation, fingering, cum sucking, older!reader, power play, possessive!Seungmin, tsundere!Seungmin, manhandling, denial, sir kink, light slapping, degradation, humiliation, begging.

June 13, 1996.

05:45pm…

Y/n was far too distracted to care about her surroundings as she yelled at the arcade game in front of her, furiously tapping away at the controls while arguing with her friend about how he was going to lose this one, much too engrossed to notice the figure approaching her from behind.

Seungmin's eyes narrowed in on the short shorts his girlfriend's perky ass was adorning tightly to beat the summer heat, hips swaying side to side as she violently hit at the controls to win, tits jiggling in the tight tank top whenever she moved. The younger male shook his head at the sight, sighing to himself.

"H- HEY! HEY! WHO THE FUCK- LET GO!" The older bellowed when Seungmin pulled her back and out of the arcade station by her nape too quick for anyone to even notice. "HEY! THAT IS NOT COOL, DUDE!" Y/n grunted and pushed at his chest when he pressed her back flat against the concrete wall of the alley next to the station, almost succeeding since both were the same height. "I WAS ABOUT TO WIN!"

Seungmin didn't respond to her bratty antics and quietly fished out a piece of paper before grabbing one of her hands that were surprisingly smaller as compared to his regardless of the fact that they were the same height, roughly thrusting it in her hand before flipping her on her stomach against a closed dumpster can after manhandling her to it.

"Dude!" Y/n groaned as she looked around in panic. "We have to be secretive about this! You can't just drag me like this in an alley! What will my friends think?! That I am dating a sophomore while being in my senior year?!" He rolled his eyes at her never stopping mouth. "Just how many times-" her words faded into a gasp when he harshly tugged the older's shorts off along her underwear in one go.

"Read."

It wasn't like Seungmin was a guy of too many words anyways but the tone that he used made it clear to Y/n that she was in deep today.

"W- What is it?" She nervously laughed, glancing down at the paper as she mentally recalled everything wrong she'd done since her last punishment.

"I said… read" Y/n's knees buckled in defense when a harsh spank landed on one of her ass cheeks, the throb coming almost right after.

"W- Where did you get this?" Shaking his head, the male dropped his own bag on the floor, pulling his wooden ruler out.

"You're not helping anyone here" Seungmin sternly responded, holding her lower back firmly against the plastic can to restrict movement when she yelped and tried to move away from the spanks he was landing now. "Especially not yourself."

"Fine! Fine! I am sorry! Hold on!" Y/n cried out, whining as she hurriedly started ready. "Y/n, senior year, section C, physics- OWWW!" One of her feet kicked the floor as she groaned when the male didn't stop, spanking her with every word she said. "12 o- out of 100" she was softly crying at this point, face hot in embarrassment.

"What was it that you did wrong?"

The girl kept whining with each hit miserably, closing her eyes each time before the spank even landed, the quiet alley providing her perfect sound of the ruler whipping through the air each time. "I- I didn't study and l- lied to my boyfriend about it" a soft whimper escaped her as she continued. "I- I wasted my time on a- arcades and c- comics even when he had warned me about f- failing- AAHH!"

"And what are you now?"

"A sorry little dummmmmmyy~" Y/n buried her face in the paper as she whined out, legs shaking slightly as she felt the air nip at her sex. "I am sorry s- sir! I won't do it a- again! I promise! Please, sir!"

Seungmin only stopped when he was satisfied, handing her the ruler as he caressed her burning ass soothingly, watching her as she carefully examined the wooden object. It was a thing to him. Whenever he punished her, he'd hand her the object he'd used after, making her look at it and think about her actions as well as the alternative way she would have gone and avoided the punishment altogether.

"Come on up" gently pulling her back up, the male turned her around to face him only to find her biting her lip while staring at the ground, cheeks red in embarrasment. "I need to figure out new punishments for you" pushing her on her burning ass against the dumpster, Seungmin sat her on it, hands gently nudging her thighs apart.

"Because it is not a punishment if it is making you wet, right?" Y/n's mouth fell open as her back arched in response to the male's fingers making contact with the flesh of her dripping cunt. "Tsk. I'd be so ashamed of myself if I were you, Y/n-ah" he softly slapped her with the back of his free hand, other slowly teasing her folds. "Getting this wet to being bent over a dumpster and spanked with a ruler like a little kid. Tsk. Are you sure you're the older one here?"

"S- Sorry, sir! I am sorry~" the girl shuddered, droplets of sweat running down her forehead as she whimpered at the knots forming in her stomach. "You're j- just soooo goooood~" a frustrated cry escaped her when he continued to tease her torturously slow.

But she knew better than to whine about it. Knowing Seungmin, he'd chastise her for at least a week for being impatient.

"If I were to finger fuck you right now…" Y/n's eyes snapped open in excitement, hopefully watching his cold expression. "Will you tell me when you're close?"

"Y- Yes, yes sir! Yes, please sir! Please!" The girl softly pouted needly, rolling her eyes to the back of her head and inaudibly thanking Seungmin when he picked up pace, slowly nearing her leaking entrance before pushing in with a plop, making Y/n arch her back as she grabbed the edge of the dumpster lid for support.

"I don't get why you even bother with trying to keep up this big bad image of yourself when you love to get put in your place by me, a younger guy, so much that you don't even care if it's a shady alley as I make you sit on top of a dumpster against your burning ass," he was always relentless with his words and degradation. "While you have no choice but to take what I give you while thanking me for it." Her pussy clenched around his finger, signalling that he was doing a good job.

"Ah! Sir! Sir! Please, I am close, sir! Please, sir!" Y/n cried out when he started toying with her clit at the same time, slapping her cheek with the back of his hand again.

Seungmin snickered when the girl cried out in despair upon the loss of all stimulation when he suddenly pulled his fingers out of her, enjoying the devastated expression on her face.

"What?"

"SIR…!" Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she protestingly looked up at him, one fist balled.

"Tsk, did you forget?" Shoving his cum coated fingers in her mouth without a second thought, Seungmin grinned as he soft slapped her again. "This is a punishment." Her nostrils flared for air as she whined loudly around his fingers, pouting a little. "Only good girls get rewards, remember? Not disobedient little ungrateful brats."

Pulling out his fingers out of her mouth with a loud plop when they were clean, Seungmin teasingly hit one of her cheeks with the back of his hand again, making her whimper in respone. "And which one are you?"

Y/n's eyes and head lowered. "A disobedient little ungrateful brat, sir."

The male hummed in satisfaction as he nodded, cupping one of her cheeks and making her look up at him before caressing her lips with the pad of his thumb. "Now here is what's going to happen. You will go in there and get your bag along with some lemonade for the both of us and then we will go home, yes?"

"Yes, sir" after carefully helping her down on her feet, Seungmin fixed Y/n's clothes, taking off his flannel that he wore atop a t-shirt before wrapping it around her exposed legs, giving her the money for the beverages because he liked to pay for the both of them, waiting outside the arcade in a corner so he wasn't too noticeable, respecting his girlfriend's wish for the relationship to stay private until she felt comfortable.

"And don't you dare skip school without permission ever again" Y/n whimpered at his stern tone before curling in his arm, burying her face in his shoulder after she had handed him his drink along with her bag that he insisted to carry, intertwining her fingers with his as she sipped on her drink. "I got so worried when I couldn't find you for the whole day after we entered together this morning."

"Sorry, sir. I won't do it againnn~" the couple slowly walked to Seungmin's house, enjoying the sunset as they laughed about how they stank, the male deciding they needed a shower the minute they got home.

And they took that shower, Seungmin cleaning the both of them thoroughly to get rid of any and all germs before fucking Y/n numb after she promised she'd always obey him from now on, both of them already knowing she was bound to stumble again.

Neither of them were complaining, though.

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