As Many Of You Know, My Blog Contains Both Sfw And Nsfw Content. I Dont Mind If Minors Interact With

As many of you know, my blog contains both sfw and nsfw content. I don’t mind if minors interact with my sfw content, because obviously there is no sexual content within it. Knowing that there are legal ramifications for both parties, I’d like to ask minors to please not interact with my nsfw content. I always clarify which category my writing will fall into, so refer to that. Please be considerate of this, thank you.

why do yall act like 17 yr olds dont have sexual thoughts? idk who that post was abt but like i remember being 17 and it was no different than being 18

bruh have sexual thoughts all you want but keep them to yourself tf 😭 i’m not reading smut written by a minor about literal fucking adults, that’s so weird and uncomfortable. legally you’re still recognised as a child and all your content is doing is promoting child p*rn - is writing smut about an underaged idol okay?? no? then why is it different when it’s a minor writing smut about full grown ass men? make it make sense

Just This Once~

ꕥPosted: 8/30/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Sub!San (He’s also a soccer player but we ain’t here for the plot-)

ꕥWord Count: 1.9k

ꕥWarnings: Unprotected sex, mentions of San in subspace, reader discovers she has a power kink, San discovers he has a praise kink, use of “good boy” and “baby boy,” use of handcuffs, oral sex (m receiving)

ꕥTag List: @cappujinho​ @bobateastay​ @nevieatiny​ @onceonafullmoon

ꕥA/N: I’m back! Sorry for being gone for a bit, college started back up two weeks ago and I’m bound and determined to get straight A’s so I’ve spent almost all my time on schoolwork lol. Anyways! I’m gonna try to post at least biweekly. In a day or so I’ll have you all vote of my next fic topic also! All feedback is appreciated :)

San flopped down on the bed before her, a sigh leaving his lips as he settled into its silky fabric. Exhaustion was prominent on his lower eyes, visible in the way he awkwardly leaned back into the cushions. The movements caught her attention, causing her eyes to flicker towards his and away from the tv. Her eyes shined and he felt butterflies in his stomach as she smiled at him.

After all this time. She still makes me giddy. San mused.

“Hi, love.” His voice sounded strained.

“Hi, baby. Is practice getting to you?” She asked, moving a strand of hair from his face, looking at him with concern, “If you’re pushing yourself too hard again I swear I’ll force you to take a break.” She giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m just frustrated. I can’t seem to focus and our tournament’s in three days. I just don’t know what to do.”

Soccer became a passion of his when he was young. He and seven other friends of his spent essentially all their free time playing. Although they were all incredibly talented, San had won an MVP trophy three years in a row and as such he put a lot of pressure on himself to improve.

“Is there anything I can do?” She asked, eager to help.

“I’m afraid not. Thank you, though. I appreciate it.” San gave her a sad smile.

His legs spread slightly as he shifted to find a more comfortable sitting position. He had no underlying intent with the action, but feelings of desire awoke in his lover anyways. She’d never been dominant with him before, not that she had a large problem with it since she had a more submissive temperament anyways, but this time she wanted to take care of him. Just once, she wanted to have him at her control.

He always preferred to have control, not because he was afraid to submit to her, but because he wanted to shower her in praise and love every time she was at her most vulnerable with him. He never wanted her to forget how much she meant to him.

Looking at how tired he was, she felt her heart pang. As good of a time as any, she told herself.

She moved to take a seat in his lap, loosely wrapping her arms around his neck. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned towards his ear, biting his earlobe slightly. “Please let me take care of you.”

He hesitated, knowing what she was hinting at, but not wanting her to feel obligated to do so.

“I don’t know, honey. I don’t want you to feel like you have-”

“Hey.” She caressed his face with her hands, “I want to do this. Just this once, let me do all the work. Please?”

He pressed his lips into a small smile, secretly enjoying how adamant she was being. He was looking forward to it, he couldn’t deny.

“Okay, baby.”

Given the green light, she began to leave kisses down his freckled neck, knowing full well how sensitive his neck was. He let out a hum, moving his hands to wrap around her waist and pull her closer. She smiled and gave a gentle bite to the skin, beginning to suck at the area and leaving a beautiful purple mark behind.

“You’re already doing so well for me, baby boy.”

San laughed through a moan as she began to palm him through his jeans, “You’re really getting into this, huh?”

She giggled and bit her lip as she helped him remove his shirt, “A little.”

She leaned forward to push him back on the bed, the both of them laughing as he was knocked back. He moved up to her lips and kissed her hard, “Well I’m enjoying this a lot.”

With a smile she reached for his hands, pinning them above his head. It was such a thrill to her, knowing that he could so easily overpower her, but he wanted her to have the power. He wanted her to make him submit.

The thought gave her chills.

The woman hesitated before asking, “Can I handcuff you?”

San stilled, thinking it over. He’d never even thought about being handcuffed before, even though he’d put them on her countless times. Eventually he nodded with a slight grin, a spark of excitement running through him.

She bit her lip to hide a smile before darting to their closet, rifling through the assortment of sex toys before pulling out a pair of handcuffs and promptly cuffing her lover to the bed.

“Is this still okay? Is it uncomfortable?” She asked him.

His eyes filled with love, “I’m okay, babe. Promise. Now come here, gimme a kiss.” He pursed his lips at her.

She happily placed a kiss on his lips. It was a light kiss, one that quickly turned heated and sloppy. Both began a desperate game of bucking their hips against the others’ in hopes of some sort of friction and she couldn’t help but bite her lip at the feeling of him growing hard.

“You’re so hot, San,” She ran her hands down his abs, causing the man to shudder underneath her fingertips, “Never in my life have I met a man as amazing as you. I never thought I’d be able to find a man who is so kind and generous and just so good to me. You’re more than everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

The man flushed a shade of pink as deep as his hair, feeling at a loss for words. He opened and closed his mouth, hoping words would come to him. When none did, the woman pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Thank you for loving me.” She whispered before resuming her task of trying to pull an assortment of whines and moans from his mouth.

Encircling her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans, she pulled down the fabric as slow as possible, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin. San bit his lip, trying to conceal the noises threatening to escape him.

“Sweetheart, that just won’t do.” She taunted him, fully removing his jeans and underwear, “I’m gonna need you to be loud for me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel. Can you do that?”

He nodded, his bottom lip still between his teeth until she raised a brow at him. “Yes...I-I can do that.”

“Good boy.”

He whimpered, tensing against the restraints as she pressed a kiss against the tip of his member, then taking him in her mouth. Her hands held his thighs down as he unconsciously tried to thrust against her, the noises he was making only spurring her on. She hollowed out her cheeks and tried to take in as much as she could, her eyes beginning to water. Ignoring the tears threatening to spill she found a steady pace, pleased when he arched his back off the bed.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good. God it always does.” He moaned, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

She swirled her tongue around his cock, enjoying everything about the situation. His taste, his noises, the power she had over him. The woman pulled back from him, a trail of saliva connecting from his member to her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, drinking in his already fucked-out state.

“Please.” His eyes were pleading, every ounce of him yearning for anything she would give him. He didn’t even register what he was saying, not even fully understanding how quickly he was entering a sub-space.

She gave him a dark smile, “What was that?”

San averted his eyes, feeling incredibly embarrassed as a blush appeared on his face. He turned away from her and felt her grab his chin, “Nuh-uh baby boy. I want you to repeat that.”

He closed his eyes, his desire to be inside her greater than any embarrassment he could possibly feel, “Please. Ruin me.”

“As you wish.” She whispered into his ear, tearing off her own clothes. Only then did she realize how wet she had become, her drenched panties all but sticking to her skin. The man smiled slightly at the knowledge that only he could turn her on that much.

She belonged only to him.

When their bodies finally connected, they simultaneously groaned at the feeling. The pent up desire in both getting fulfilled at last. The woman placed her hands on either side of his chest, beginning to raise and slam her hips into his. He met her halfway, doing his part to meet her hips in the middle.

The sound of skin and noises of pleasure echoed across the room. If either had the capacity to be bashful, they would have been, yet the pleasure growing within them shut out any feelings of shyness. His eyes closed as she continued to grind down against him, giving him no chance to breathe at the repeated stimulation, not that he cared.

So this is what it’s like on the other side, he thought, now completely immersed in her and only her, in everything she was doing to him. San felt like his heart was going to explode, from either love or pleasure he didn’t know. Likely both.

“My good little boy.” She cooed, feeling entranced in his sultry gaze and sweat-covered skin not knowing he was feeling the same way.

He whined at the praise, his hips again raising to meet hers. She began to feel a slight pain in her thighs from the repeated motions and she couldn’t help but wonder how San was always able to do so without feeling tired. Regardless, she did her best to keep her speed, only faltering when he hit a certain spot inside of her. He panted when she picked up speed, chasing her own high and instructing him to do the same.

She spoke without even registering her words, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for her, “You make...make me feel so good, San.”

The man bit his lip, trying to hold back for her but finding himself failing. “Please let me cum.” He cried, so close to his high but not daring to come undone without her permission.

She smiled sweetly at him. There wasn’t any way she’d prevent him from pleasure, yet she still found it cute of him to ask. “Let go for me, baby boy.”

And he did, desperately slamming his hips into hers for her high to follow shortly after. As they slowed their movements, with closed eyes and lazy smiles, she lifted herself off of him. His face was laced with concern when his lover winced from overstimulation, but she assured him she was alright as she removed the handcuffs.

The woman kissed his lips and told him to remain on the bed as she ran to get a warm towel. She returned with a kind smile and ran the cloth over his body, cleaning him up just as he always had for her.

As San slowly came back to his senses she pressed a light kiss to his forehead, followed by a tender “I love you,” which he returned with tears in his eyes.

“Baby, why are you crying?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows, raking her brain for anything she could’ve done to hurt him.

He shook his head, “I just love you so much. It’s overwhelming at times.”

She bit her lip as she felt her face flush and warmth spread throughout her chest, “So...what did you think?”

He gave her a big smile, “I think we should do that more often.”

“Yeah?” She asked eagerly, not trying to hide how much she got off to the power trip it gave her.

San pressed a soft kiss to her nose, “Yeah. We definitely should. That’s not just happening once.”

So it’s my birthday apparently??

happy birthday bisexuals

happy new year!!!!!!! thank you for being one of the first ateez fic writers i discovered <333 i hope you'll have a good 2022 💞💞💞

Thank you! I hope you do too! Sorry I’ve been hella inactive here recently, but thank you so much 🥺🥺

Hey hey bestie! How about San with the genre of fluff and the title “Arts and Crafts”?

ꕥPosted: 9/23/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x San

ꕥWord Count: 432

ꕥWarnings: Language and hella fluff

ꕥTag List: @cappujinho​ @bobateastay @nevieatiny​ @onceonafullmoon @hxneyboy

ꕥA/N: Hey hey girl! Hope you enjoy this one and thanks for the request ;)

-

You sat around your shared kitchen table, various childhood crafts and supplies splayed across the wood. The minute San heard you had never made a macaroni necklace, he dragged you to the nearest craft store and bought an assortment of noodles and other supplies to make up for your “terribly sad childhood,” according to San.

You had to admit you were a bit confused though. If he wanted you to make a macaroni necklace so bad, why did he keep stealing your noodles? Sure, he was making his own necklace, but there were plenty of noodles for the both of you.

The bastard.  

“If you don’t stop that I will actually break your kneecaps.” You scolded, looking not at all intimidating as you tried to hide your smile.

San threw his head back and laughed before he stole another noodle from your hands, “Ah come on, let me have a little fun.”

“I don’t appreciate your mockery of my art,” You motioned to the necklace he was holding, “Besides, we’ve got plenty of pasta so stick to your own necklace, you monster.”

He smiled as he took another glance at the macaroni necklace in your hands, “I’m pretty sure you’re doing it wrong.”

“Okay that’s it.” You stood up and pounced on his shoulders, laughing as he feigned being hurt.

He shook you off, gently tossing you to the floor. San fell down with you, his arms outstretching to prop himself up. As he leaned closer to your lips you felt your heartbeat quicken.

You spoke in barely a whisper, “That was very rude of you, you know that?”

San raised a brow and gave you a lopsided smile, “Oh you were totally asking for it, though.”

“Was not.”

“You actual child.”

“You were the one who suggested we make macaroni necklaces and you’re calling me a chi-?”

The man pressed a quick kiss to your lips to stop you from talking. His plush lips moved in time with yours and you giggled as you felt him smile against your kiss.

“Actually,” San murmured against your lips, “I think your necklace looks great. I just like how cute you look when I give you hell.”

“How charming.”

“Oh you love me.” San whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your neck, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation.

Your eyes crinkled as you smiled, love in your eyes. “I’ll deny that ‘till my dying breath.” The way you said it, it might as well have been ‘I love you.’ After all, the silver band around your left ring finger said otherwise.

I want to make a post as a form of assurance for everyone reading this, and for myself. As you all know at this point, my boyfriend and I broke up almost two months ago. I’m not gonna lie, it still hurts. Sometimes it hurts just as much as the day he broke up with me. Heartbreak is painful. It isn’t easy and there are days where you feel like it’s hard to do anything, even the things you’re passionate about. It’s hard to move on when someone you thought you could’ve loved or did love is doing okay. It’s even worse when you see them smile and act as if nothing ever happened. It is going to hurt. But you’re stronger than this. I am stronger than this. It’s okay to take time for yourself to just feel it. To give yourself time to heal. You will grow from this, and you will make it out. It doesn’t feel like it right now, god it doesn’t feel like it right now, but we’ll make it out together. We will be okay.