Pls Send Me Hard Asks/requests For Skz And Exo! Want To Do Some More Headcanons And Concepts As Well

Pls send me hard asks/requests for skz and exo! Want to do some more headcanons and concepts as well as fics so either or! there are no limits on what you can send if it’s abt them so let’s chat❣️

(Fic requests open for ateez but I don’t know them well enough for asks or headcanons, but if u wanna tell me ur thoughts abt them I’m happy to build on it!)

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: na jaemin x reader

warnings: daddy kink, loving boyfriend jaem, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

pussy inspection with jaeminnie!!

you’re so grateful jaemin let you go out with your girl friends tonight! he’s always so possessive of you, always keeping you within arm’s reach so no one can snatch his precious babygirl from him! so you’re so happy when you asked him if you could meet up with your girls at the bar and he actually said yes! so you decided to doll yourself up—pretty pink mini dress, white pumps, and glittery lip gloss. normally, when you dress yourself up all pretty, jaemin gets so possessive over you and glues himself to your side like white on rice. but when jaemin saw what you were wearing tonight, all he did was spin you around to admire your pretty outfit and give you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“be safe, babygirl,” he told you. “call me immediately if anything happens.”

when you come home late that night, you are still so happy and maybe a little tipsy. when you see him, still waiting for you to come home in his pj sweats and muscle tank, you immediately jump into his open arms and wrap your legs around his waist. you pepper kisses all over his face as he chuckles at how cute you are.

“missed-you-so-much,” you say in between kisses. “thank you for letting me go out tonight, daddy.”

you don’t even realize what you just called him. so you miss the way his eyes darken at your words.

“of course, my babygirl. anything for you,” he speaks lowly into your neck. you sigh happily and giggle into his hair.

he carries you to the bedroom, where he places you gently on the bed and positions himself between your legs. he begins to help you out of your dress but he lets his hands wander all over your body. he lightly gropes at your plush tits, free from the tight material of your dress. he runs his hands along your body and rubs at your thighs, caressing you ever so gently and sending shivers up your spine.

“jaemin?” you ask, a grin still covering your face. “what are you doing, jaem?”

his hands start to wander south, inching towards your core. he uses one hand to cup your cunt through your panties, his large hand completely covering your aching pussy. “babygirl… i hope you didn’t forget what to do when you go out without daddy.”

his fingers snake into your panties to lightly caress your wettening folds. he uses his fingers to circle around your entrance to gather your juices before spreading them around, teasing your cunt just enough to leave you wanting more. hot pleasure builds in your core as you whine out his name. “d-daddy! please.”

“hm? what was that, babygirl? did you really forget?”

then it hit you. oh. oh. you almost forgot. it had been so long since you’ve gone out without him.

you shake your head slowly. “n-no daddy, i didn’t forget.”

it’s his turn to grin back at you. “good girl. i was hoping i wouldn’t have to punish my babygirl tonight when she had so much fun already. now ass up, princess.”

you turn to face away from him and get on your hands and knees, presenting your cunt to him.

he climbs on the bed from behind you and slowly removes your panties to reveal your glistening cunt, already drooling from his teasing. he licks his lips, eager to get a taste.

jaemin puts his nose almost right into your cunt, almost burying his face in your warm cunt. “need to make sure daddy’s pretty cunt hasn’t been touched without my permission. looks good from what i can see but i still need a closer look,” he says close enough for his breath to tickle your cunt.

you whine and push your ass back against his face, needy for more, but he pulls away before his mouth touches your cunt. “ah. be patient, babygirl, you know the drill. gotta make sure this cunt is still in working order for daddy” he delivers a sharp smack to your cunt, causing you to yelp.

“but-”

“while it doesn’t look like anything has touched my babygirl’s pussy but i will still have to use my fingers to really make sure for myself.”

he uses two fingers to gather the juices leaking from your hole to slowly push them inside of you. you moan at the contact, pussy clenching around his fingers. he pumps his fingers in and out of your hole, curling them up against your sweet spot.

as your pussy creams and leaks around him, he uses your juices to insert another finger into your cunt, pumping them faster and faster inside of your tight hole. you feel your core tighten and cunt spasm erratically around his fingers, like you could snap at any moment.

“d-daddy! m gonna come!” you cry into the mattress below.

jaemin suddenly rips his fingers from your cunt and leaves you clenching around nothing as your impending climax fades away.

“wha- what was that for,” you turn around to glare at him. but before you could utter another word of protest, he shoves his face into your needy cunt, sticking his tongue in your hole and swirling it around to gather up your arousal.

you melt back into the mattress, moaning and crying out needily for more. he uses his tongue to explore your cunt, alternating between licking up and down your folds and swirling his tongue into your clenching hole.

“needed-to-taste,” he says in between kitten licks up your cunt. “my-baby-girl. make-sure-she-still-tastes-right.”

you arch your back and push up against his face, desperate to find the building release you almost experience before. you feel your orgasm prick your peripherals, so close to climax, when he once again pulls away and stops his ministrations on your cunt with a lewd smack.

you could almost cry. “why do you keep stopping?” you whimper.

he licks his lips and hums. “as good as you taste, babygirl, i don’t think this will do. i can’t really reach far enough to really know if my babygirl’s cunt is in working order.”

as you still lay face down ass up for him, he pulls his pants and boxers down just enough for his painfully hard cock to spring out. he doesn’t even need to prep before he shoves his fat cock into your hot wet cunt. you scream at the sudden penetration as he bottoms out with one thrust, his heavy balls pressing up against your clit.

“fuck,” he hisses. “perfect little cunt just for daddy. just as wet and tight and warm as always.”

your cunt clenches tight around his hot shaft, squeezing him for everything he’s got. you’re already so wet that he immediately starts pounding into your cunt with merciless thrusts, shoving his cock as deep as you can take it. lewd sounds of wet skin slapping fill the room, with your whiny moans and his breathless pants.

“d-daddy!” you cry.

jaemin uses one hand to press down on the small of your back, arching it down so he could reach even deeper into your cunt than before. after being on the edge of orgasm for so long, the feeling of his cock hitting so deep inside sends you over your climax. waves of pleasure fill your body, traveling from your core all the way up your spine. your body shakes from the intensity, your cunt squeezing him so tight from clenching so hard. as he fucks your through your orgasm, your dripping pussy becomes overloaded with pleasure.

he tilts his head back and groans, delivering a sharp smack to your ass in approval. “fuck- baby- seems like your cunt is still in perfect working order just for daddy, huh?”

a/n: halfway through writing this, i changed this from jeno x reader to jaemin LMFAO so if you see jeno’s name somewhere in here when it should not be, that’s why 😭 i changed it because halfway through writing this, i realized it wasn’t going in the direction i wanted for jeno and it made more sense for jaemin.

Um...I wanted to send in a hard ask but I didn't know what to write so I used a random kink generator and it gave me 'psychological torture' which sounded really severe.

But then I googled it (rip my browser history) and essentially it's just different levels of fear play?

And if there's any member I will place coins on who's into fear play.

It's Jeong Yunho.

Would love to play hide and seek with you.

And you're the prize.

predator and prey - yunho

You know he’s watching you. He’s been watching you since you got here, and he’s making no secret of the fact. What you’re not sure of, what lingers on your mind, is when he’s going to strike. All you know is that he will.

Your hand traces the faded marks on your wrists. Red marks, the faded indents from the red rope he’d wrapped around you the last time you’d played like this. The same red rope you know he has with him today, ready to subdue you again. Maybe that’s what he keeps reaching into his pocket for. That, or the knife he likes to hold to your throat when he drags you away.

From the corner of your eye you see him rise from his seat for the first time tonight. Your breath hitches. He doesn’t approach you and you turn away, not wanting to give away the game. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. One new message.

Yunho: One minute to run.

You don’t let your reaction show. You just slip your phone back into your pocket and excuse yourself from your company. You feel his eyes still on you as you slip out of the party, into the night.

You’re not sure where to go at this hour, but you know you only have a few seconds until he’s on your tail, so you just run straight. Your heels slow you down but in a back alley like this, keeping your shoes on is your only choice. And it’s all deliberate, anyway, every part of tonight designed to make it harder for you to outrun him. Sometimes, in the spirit of a true hunt, you don’t arrange it like this, choosing to start on equal footing, make it a fair fight, even if you know he’ll win. But not tonight. Tonight he’s impatient. He wants his prize, and he wants it now.

In the quiet of the alley, you hear his footsteps approaching from the street so you duck behind a dumpster, trying to hide. The quiet tap of dress shoes on concrete sounds more like a doomsday clock. He calls your name softly, knowing you’re close; he always knows. He can practically smell you.

“Come on out, baby,” he shouts. “I won't hurt you.”

A sweet lie to coax you out of hiding, but the smile in his voice gives him away. The knot in your stomach gives you away too.

He’s getting closer now, pace slow and leisurely as he nears his prize. “Where are you, hm?” He asks. “Where’s my reward?”

Now would be a good time to run, bolt away before he realises how close you are, but you’re frozen in place, heart pounding against your skull. In your stomach, you feel the unique mix of terror and arousal only he can concoct. You’ve already lost.

The racing of your heartbeat is so loud that you don’t even notice him come up behind you — not until his hand closes over your mouth, muffling a scream you know no one will hear.

“Gotcha,” he whispers.

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Just a quick little drabble welcome ateez to my profile ! Sorry this is so late (and short) but I’m just trying to get back into the fic writing swing and prove to you all that I’ve not disappeared! Do let me know if you’d like more like this/a continuation. Id like to write more dark fics for sure ! Requests always welcome as are comments and reblogs ! Love 🖤

this is gorgeous 🖤🖤rare for a short writing piece to feel so tender.🖤

this is where i want to be

જ⁀➴ jung wooyoung x fem!reader

༄ aftercare with wooyoung ♡

wc; 760

cw; mdni, aftercare, references to sex, pet names, established relationship, they are so in love, just so soft, woo is a sweetheart :(

notes; not sure where this came from. just got a sudden craving for doting wooyoung providing aftercare<//3

🎧 heavenly & nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

As you lay on your bed, gentle hands wiping your legs clean, you slowly come to recognize the tune Wooyoung is humming. Heavenly. A smile tugs at your lips, your closed eyes crinkling at the sides from a feeling you can't contain. You know Wooyoung doesn't even realize it's something he does, and so consistently that to you it's just part of the routine that comes after sex. Maybe it's his unconscious need to fill the silence, or just one of his many way of keeping you grounded that comes so naturally. It certainly works wonders for easing your mind into a state of what can only be described at pure bliss. Unable to do much else but turn putty in his hands as he takes care of you in all the ways he needs to feel satiated after love making.

Intimacy with Wooyoung can be many things. Rough and fast, slow and gentle. This part never changes though. Him at the end of the night, cleaning you of your shared bodily fluids in the most careful way. He hums a light tune or places words of praise into your skin between scattered pecks the whole way through.

As the wash cloth reaches your core, you whimper at the sensitivity. Tonight had been one of the rougher nights, albeit no where near fast. No - Wooyoung took his precious time taking you apart, bit by bit. Somehow having more patience than you've ever seen from him when it came to edging you for what could've only been hours. And even when he finally let you come for the first time, it was only the beginning.

"'m sorry," Wooyoung all but whispers. His free hand, previously propping himself up on the bed, moves to rest comfortingly on your hip. "Does it hurt?"

You shake your head, eyes feeling much too heavy for how badly you just want to look at him, and be a witness to the affection you can clearly hear seeping into his words, "No. Jus' sensitive."

Your slurred speech bubbles a quiet laugh from his chest, and you absolutely have to force your eyes open to see the absolute vision before you. Jung Wooyoung is just that on any regular day. Now, he must be nothing short of a dream. Rested in between your legs for what is far from the first time tonight, this image causes a different feeling to swirl within your gut. His smile, his tousled hair, his reddened chest, neck, and face - no matter how many years it's been, he always manages to take your breath away.

The adoration you feel can only be satisfied by having him in your arms, right now. You can't stand it another second. Whining, you tug at his wrist weakly. Feeling too spent to explain yourself more but the pout forming on your lips is telling only to him. Only Wooyoung knows you this well, only he can make you feel like this, as if your chest might burst from having so close yet not close enough.

"Almost, baby," he placates, rubbing at your side. "I'm almost finished."

You don't argue. Too tired and too enamored to do much more than stare, at the small upturn to his lips and soft eyes. His own gaze rakes over your body as if you're the most precious thing in the world. To him, as he'll tell you time and time again, you are.

“Always so good for me,” he praises. You squirm, suddenly feeling shy in the absence of burning need but content and so very loved.

True to his word, Wooyoung puts the cloth aside after a few more minutes of quiet admiring. You open your arms, an irrefutable invitation that he gladly accepts. He falls into your awaiting embrace and goes boneless in an instant. You huff a laugh through your nose.

His presses a drawn out kiss against your neck, and you bury your face into his hair. Eventually you’ll both have to get up to take a proper shower, but you’re in no hurry. Wooyoung will likely become restless before long - making you get up to eat a snack and change the sheets so you can both sleep comfortably, but for now he seems equally fine with just this.

"I love you, Woo," You mumble into his hair. He shifts, holding himself up to look at you threw half lidded eyes with that same sunny grin as if he couldn’t be any happier. You think you’d live in this moment forever if you could.

"I love you more, angel.”

well since I saw you also take ATEEZ requests now I was like why not ;)

can I request a dom!san x fem!reader, where san has been neglecting y/n for his video games so she basically puts lingerie on not only to tease him but goes beneath his table and…well, let’s just say he then cuts his games off in order to “punish” you?

It’s literally based from a type of prank I’d see like everywhere but why not adding a dirter twist to it?

posted! might have been a bit harder than u wanted but hope u like it

public (minho drabble)

just minho fucking you with a remote control vibrator in public. that’s it. requests open!

You’d known since the start of the relationship that Minho was on the… kinkier side of things, but until now he’d refused to show you just how far he could go. You couldn’t handle it, he maintained, having only been introduced to this type of thing when you’d started dating him, but you swore you could. Anytime, anywhere, you’d said. As soon as the words left your mouth you knew it was a mistake.

A few days later he’d stopped you as you left for work, pinning you to the wall and pulling your dress up. He’d yanked your panties down wordlessly, rubbed your clit enough to get you wet before unceremoniously shoving a small vibrator inside you. As he pulled your panties back up he slapped your pussy sharply before letting your dress fall back down. “Keep that in there,” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips just like he did everyday. “And have a good day, baby.”

He doesn’t use the vibrator all day; you almost forget it’s in there, in fact. You wonder if he’s forgotten about it but you know he hasn’t. When it comes to you and these games, Minho doesn’t forget.

After work you meet him in the cafe next to the building, as has become a tradition every Thursday. When you walk in he’s at your usual table by the window, greeting you cheerily, your usual already on the table. You sit down, happily munching on your cake before he speaks.

“How was your day, honey?” He asks.

Just as you go to answer, a low, dull vibration starts inside you. You jolt, eyes widening. No. He can’t be doing this now. Here. No.

He tilts his head, smiling with all the innocence of someone not fucking their girlfriend with a vibrator in the middle of a restaurant. “Is something wrong?”

The vibrations speed up, stronger and deeper now and you choke. “F…fuck,” you gasp. “Minho, fuck.”

“That’s not very nice,” he frowns. “Or appropriate. We’re in public, you know.”

“Yes we are,” you snap as quietly as you can. He scowls slightly at your tone, but he’s having too much fun to press it further. “So stop doing this. Please.”

Minho sighs, nodding softly before his finger twitches in his pocket and the vibrations ease a little. You exhale finally, getting a hold of yourself and whispering your thanks.

“You’re welcome,” he smiles. Then his finger twitches again.

You don’t have time to react, to beg him not to, before the vibrations return, the highest they’ve ever been and you almost keel over. Through tear-filled eyes you see a few people at a nearby table turn concernedly to you, muttering lowly about the scene in front of them. Minho keeps his gaze on you, unbothered by the attention you’re drawing. He adjusts the settings a few more times, up and down, with a focused expression.

“Is she okay?” You hear someone enquire. You look up to make out an older woman at the next table staring worriedly at you. “She looks distressed.”

Minho smiles kindly at the woman. “Oh yes, Ma’am,” he says. “She’s having one of her migraines, I’m afraid. They come on so quickly.”

“Poor thing,” she says. She offers you a sympathetic smile which you weakly return. “You should get her home.”

“You’re right,” Minho says. “Such a shame. She said she’d be fine today, but I guess she just couldn’t handle it.”

The woman smiles meekly and turns back to her friend, sparing you a few more glances before Minho pulls you from your seat and walks (drags) you out of the cafe. As the door closes behind you he grabs the back of your neck, whispering harshly in your ear. “Wait til I get you home.”