Hii! Get Well Soon! Take Your Time No Need To Rush! :))

hii! get well soon! take your time no need to rush! :))

wish you a speedy recovery! 😽✌️

ahh thank youuuu!!

i feel much better now so hopefully will get the fic out later today!

ok so my plans for this weekend got cancelled so i might be able to start working on the new series a lot sooner than excpected 🫣

still have a few plot points to figure out but i was thinking it would be fun to make it like an interactive fic if yk what i mean. i was thinking at the end of each fic there would be a choice to make and you guys can help guide the story by voting for which pathway you want the story to take. of course most of the ideas and the actual plot will by created by me but i was thinking it would be fun to get you guys involved in someway so let me know what you think!

also if this idea were to realistically come to life then it would be quite a time consuming process so fics may not come out as frequently especially since i’m moving out to university in 3 weeks but i would love to do this!

-pombeom 🐻‍❄️

my 5 princes | ot5 | chapter 1

chapter 2

Welcome to My 5 Princes! This series contains all 5 members and is interactive, which means that your participation is needed to decide on what course the storyline takes! Make sure to read till the end to vote on the poll to decide what happens in the next chapter! This series will contain smut which will be indicated. Now without future ado, I present to you, Chapter 1!

pairings: princess!reader x prince!ot5, arranged marriage trope

“Lift your arms please.”

You raise your arms int a T position standing in front of a large mirror in your room. Your royal seamstress was assigned to making you 3 new dresses which you felt was unnecessary but your father insisted. 

“Alright. Measurements are taken. They should be complete within the week, your highness.” 

“Thank you. If that’s all I’m going to get dressed and head out to lunch.” 

The seamstress bows to you whilst your handmaids help you get dressed in your corseted undergarments followed by your emerald green gown. The velvet cloth draped around your body was free flowing. The sleeves flared past your elbows and the fabric only cinched in at your waist, flowing delicately till it reached the floor. Your dresses tended to be comfortable and modest despite the tightness of your corset underneath. Your mother disapproved, suggesting that your tastes needed to be upto the standards of other royal members your age but you never felt the appeal of the more form fitting dresses or the lower, square necklines. 

Once you were dressed and had accessorised with your simple diamond set, you are escorted to the dining room by the bodyguards outside your room. 

“Ah, there you are! We’d been wondering what had happened to you,” your mother exclaims, her face gleaming with a joy that you couldn’t figure out. Whilst your parents weren’t overly strict, they were never the type to pamper anyone. Their smiles were few and far in between so naturally you were suspicious. 

You take your seat opposing your mother at the head of the 10 foot long table, scanning the food in front of you. You were aware of your privilege and so each meal was one filled with gratitude. 

“We have something to tell you,” your father began as the servants began filing your plates with food. 

“You’re of age now and it’s about time we found you a husband. As you know, the laws of our kingdom forbid a female heir unless married to noble blood and as your father grows old, the time for you to step up as queen gets closer. So we’ve been decided that it’s time for you to choose your marriage partner.” 

You fail to comprehend any of the information that darts towards you only understanding the words marriage and husband.

“But mother! Do I not get a choice in this! What if I don’t want to get married? Not yet at least. There’s still so much I have to learn and know about the world before I’m even remotely ready. You must understand that surely.” 

“This is your duty! As the only female heir of Emberfall, you cannot refuse. We will not hear of it. You cannot let your people down and we will not let the bloodline of this kingdom be lost to the failure of marriage. You will marry within the year and that’s final. We have chosen 5 princes from nearby kingdoms in hopes of forming an alliance. They will arrive next week and you will choose your husband amongst them,” your father’s tone was cold as he lectures you. You immediately see your fate of marriage presented in front of your eyes. Misery, dependence and entrapment. The three things you feared the most. 

The rest of the meal was silent as you manage to eat a few more bites of your breakfast before storming out. You head straight to your chambers, distraught over the news that struck like lightning. All your life had been building upto this moment and you knew but at the same time you were hoping for a change in laws. Why was it that a woman couldn’t rule without a man by her side? The laws created decades ago had never been changed. Trying to change them would be considered treason against royal traditions and customs. You could only hope that one of your prospects would be somewhat likeable particularly if you were to be spending the rest of your lives together. 

A week later….

“Your highness, the royal seamstress is here with your new gowns.” 

You were gazing out your arched windows when your handmaid calls out to you. 

“Of course, let her in.” 

You stand up from your seat at the window sill, making your way to the circular stand in front of your mirror as the seamstress and her assistants enter holding 3 large boxes in addition to 2 bags. 

“Your dresses are ready your highness. These styles are slightly different to the ones you usually wear but your mother insisted.” 

You get through the first 2 dresses amazed by the way they look on you. 

“Here try this one. It’s a truly special gown,” the seamstress points to the last box as the assistant places it at the table opening up the box revealing a rich scarlet dress, the silk of the dress reflecting the light that casts through your windows. The dress is taken out of the box as you slip into the gown staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

The dress hangs on your dress in such a delicate manner. One wrong move and everything would go wrong. The straps hang off your shoulder, showcasing your collarbones as your chest is pushed up against the low sweetheart neckline, revealing some cleavage. The corset held your waist in as the dress hugs your figure only flaring out slightly past your thighs, leaving your shape on full display, whilst the slit inches up your leg. 

Whilst this was new for you, you couldn’t argue that the designs of the dresses were the most beautiful you had ever worn. 

“Your highness,” your handmaid bows upon the arrival of your mother. 

“Darling you look beautiful. Your future husband is going to adore you!” 

The compliment felt genuine. For the first time your mother has commented on your looks in a way which wasn’t diminishing. Maybe a new look was needed. 

“I have a gift for you,” she says, opening a jewellery box, revealing the most dazzling diamond necklace you had ever laid your eyes on, “This was my mothers necklace that she gave to me before I got married to your father. Now that you’re about to pick your groom, I think it should belong to you.” 

“Thank you, mother.” 

She stands behind you, clasping the necklace onto your neck. 

“It looks beautiful on you. Matches the dress too. I think you should stay in this dress. The 5 princes are set to arrive within the next few hours.” 

“What? Why did no one tell me?!” 

“We did tell you. We said the princes were arriving today last week at breakfast.” 

Now that she mentions it, you remember it vaguely but back then you were too focused on the prospect of getting married to some stranger that this information flew over your head. 

“Now finish getting ready and be at the throne room in the next few hours.” With that your mother leaves as you’re left staring at yourself in the mirror. You admired yourself in the dress you were wearing, feeling the material touch your palms as you observed every detail of the dress.

“Your highness, there’s still these two bags but since your mother wants you to stay in this dress, I shall leave them here for you to try on later. If you have any problems with them, please send them to me straight away.” 

“Thank you, I’m sure everything will be fine. And thank you for these beautiful gowns.” 

“Oh there’s no need for your thank yous, it’s always a pleasure your highness. It that is all I must be getting back.” 

She and her assistants bow to you before bidding you a due. Your handmaids finish getting you ready before escorting you to the throne room. 

The space was vast and empty apart from the 3 thrones that sat against the wall straight ahead and the paintings hung on either sides of the wall, filling the entire space. When you hosted balls, the room always came alive but most days it was simply empty and unused. 

You greet your parents who were avidly waiting for your arrival and you took your seat beside your father. The members of the court also arrived shortly after and the room was soon bustling with chatter when the sound of a horn silenced everyone.

“The princes have arrived, your highness,” announces the page.

“Good, let them in.” 

The double wooden doors are pushed open revealing 5 tall men wearing forest green, your kingdoms colour. Their walk towards you is charismatic and full of charm, each prince reacting differently upon seeing you. Your quick scan of their faces lead you to finding your childhood friend, Kai. He smiles at you as you take a quick glance at him, pulling a face that only he could decode. You were glad for the familiar face but the idea of marrying your best friend felt wrong. Your friendship was strong and you did not want to destroy it through marriage. 

“Welcome to Emberfall! We are glad you arrived safely and you’ve each been assigned some of our best servants who will help you with your preparations to win my daughter’s hand in marriage.” 

“We’re grateful that you considered us, your highness. I am Yeonjun, Prince of Aesteria. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“I’m Soobin, Prince of Alvendale,” his voice shakes slightly as he bows in your direction. You find his nervousness cute, letting out a silenced chuckle. 

“Prince of Eldoria. My name is Beomgyu. Nice to meet you princess,” he smirks, his confidence exuding in his introduction. You could tell he was going to be a mischievous one. 

“I’m Taehyun, your highness, Prince of  Valencrest.” 

“And I’m Kai, Prince of Solara.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at your friend’s introduction. It was as if it was the first time meeting him when in fact your family had known his since before the two of you were born. 

“Send your regards to your father Kai,” your father interjects, “Now the introductions are made, you may join us for lunch after you get settled in your rooms. Your servants will escort you.” 

The court is dismissed as you arise from the throne and make your way down to meet Kai. 

“I didn’t know you were one of my options! Why didn’t you write to me?” 

“Trust me I would have but I only found out a few days ago. Turns out my older brother was meant to be here but he disappeared and so I was his replacement.” 

“Well that’s good then. I can’t stand your brother. It’s nice having a familiar face around.” 

After engaging in more conversation, you separate ways only meeting again at lunch. 

When you arrived, 3 of the princes had already arrived, taking a seat beside either of your parents: Kai sat to the left of your father, Soobin next to him and Taehyun sat besides your mother. You contemplate where to take your seat and decide to sit besides Taehyun, facing Soobin. Yeonjun and Beomgyu arrive minutes later, apologising for their delay as they scowl at each other and sit on opposite ends of the table, with Beomgyu next to you. 

Lunch was served promptly and the meal began in silence, everyone focused on their own plates. You eye Soobin opposite you and see him struggling to choose which spoon to use for his soup. Slightly confused, you point out the correct spoon earning you a smile of gratitude. 

“So, what does everyone like to do in their spare time?” You were desperate to break the silence. 

“Well I like reading. Our castle has one of the largest libraries in the realm, so I tend to spend at least a few hours a day reading and researching. What about you Princess?” Taehyun was the first to respond, his voice seemed enthusiastic as he described his hobby. 

“Not much of a reader but I love taking a stroll in the castle gardens.” 

“I see,” his voice held a tone of disappointment, knowing that his interests did not match yours.

“What about the rest of you? I know that you love playing your instruments, Kai. What about you Soobin?” 

“Umm… I guess I also like taking a stroll around the castle garden. There’s so much to see out there.” 

You acknowledged his response by nodding and smiling but you got the feeling that there was something he was hiding. 

“I quite like horse riding princess. Usually I’m up early and on a horse. Have you ever ridden?” Beomgyu answers. 

“No, never dared to. I find that my feet are usually capable of taking me where I want to.” 

“Well maybe I could teach you. If you’re not scared that is,” his smirk once again highlights his self-assurance, constantly pushing the limits. 

“Well I’m also a rider. I could teach you too, and in fact I’d probably be better than Beomgyu. I’ve had more experience.” Yeonjun interjects. 

They both glare at each other from opposite ends of the table and Beomgyu moves his chair closer to you, almost as if he were marking his territory which Yeonjun could not reach.

“Well, why don’t you pick one of them to teach you. It may teach you something,” your father suggests.

Pick one of them? But who?

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Chapter 2 will be released after the poll is closed! Make sure to vote to direct the storyline. Any member not chosen in the poll will receive another chance later on.

Hi pombeomiee its me again heol😭 hope ur having a great day/night !! Again, idk if ur requests are open at the moment but i'll leave it here cuz its just ARGH

I accidentally stumbled upon a nsfw fanart of soobin and holy fucking shit...may i request.. dom!soobin x teasesub!reader 😴🤞

Ok so HEAR ME OUTT, reader ties soobin's hand together while he's asleep and he wokes up to him being tied up and reader is such a fucking tease, opening her legs, getting the juices and making him suck it.. FUCCKCK and theennnn he eventually broke the rope or the tie and the rest is historyy.. 🤭

" when i get out of this..." " fuck just wait when i get out of this.."

Feel free to ignore this if it makes u feel uncomfortable, may not be the best but i just needed to let it out 😩

escape and conquer | soobin fic (nsfw)

nsfw, mdni!

pairings: dom!soobin x subtease!reader

warnings: bondage, teasing, pussy eating, face riding, pussy fucking, doggy, dirty talk, reader is a right old tease, nicknames (baby), manhandling, creampie, soobin counts down before you come, unprotected sex (stay safe and use protection!) slight somnophilia??, fluffy ending, fluffy aftercare

a/n: aghhh i love your requests!!! (pls feel free to send more!) i’m also curious about that fanart 👀

“Hey, I’m home!” your boyfriends voice calls out from the entrance of your apartment.

“I’m in the shower. I’ll be out soon!” you yell, making sure he hears your voice which is drowned out by the splashing water which hits your skin.

You hear no response so you speed up your shower routine just so you could see him sooner. Hastily washing off the soap on your body, you massage the face scrub onto your face, rinsing it off with the warm water that falls from above. Stepping out the shower you grab a towel, wrapping it around your body and you walk out into your shared bedroom.

Your eyes instantly fall down on Soobin who lays still in your bed, wrapped under the sheets as he drifts off to sleep.

“Ugh. I told him I’d be out soon. Couldn’t he wait?” you were irritated.

Lately his job has been keeping you apart. You craved his presence but whenever he was home, he was always too tired to give you his attention. Usually you would understand but you had reached your limit and you were pushed over the edge.

You scavenged your closet and found a long piece of red ribbon hidden in your underwear drawer. A smirk crawls onto your face as a wicked plan seeps into your brain.

You strut over the bed, sitting beside Soobin who is comfortably tucked in. You gently pull out his hands, lifting them over his head and you tie them together with the beams on the headboard, tying the ribbon into a bow. You walk around, crawling onto the bed, moving the sheets out the way and leaning closer to Soobin’s body. You leave a trail of peppered kisses along his jaw travelling down towards his neck and collarbone. Suddenly, you felt a tremble. You look up to meet Soobin’s eyes. He was awake.

“Fuck! What are you doing to me?” He yells, desperately trying to free his hands.

“This is what you get for not giving me any attention.” You grin as you begin to straddle him.

Your towel is slowly stripped off, leaving you bare as you’re seated on his chest, his eyes gazing directly into your lower abdomen and heated core. Feeling the friction of his tshirt on your folds, your movements are controlled as you begin grinding his body, your wetness drenching his clothes.

“Fuck! Just wait until I get out of this.” Still desperate as he fumbles around, trying to escape.

“Good luck, baby,” you tease, feeling satisfied at his reaction.

Your fingers move down to your wet folds, gathering the slick and bringing them up to your plump lips, sucking your own fingers, moaning with each pump.

“Want to taste?”

“Fuck, give it to me!”

“Well since you’ve been a good boy…” you once again gather your wetness and shove your fingers into his mouth, making him taste you.

“You taste so good baby. Now sit on my face.”

“You don’t get to order me around ok. It’s my turn to be in charge. But I like your idea.”

You move up along his body and straddle his face, his tongue instantly darting out to meet your heated core as his nose bumps your clit with each lick.

“Just like that! Fuck! Keep going!” Your hands are now gripping the beams on the headboard as you begin riding his face, shaking the bed as you do so.

His tongue pumps into your hole, digging in as far as it can while his moans vibrating against your sensitive clit. You’re running faster and faster when you feel a pair of hands grip waist, pulling you further down onto his face.

“You escaped?”

“Should have used something stronger if you actually wanted me to stay put.” His grip tightens as he slams you onto the mattress, pressing you down hard so you don’t move.

“Now it’s my turn to give the orders, baby,” the glint in his eyes reflected his boost in ego, now that he’d escaped.

Immediately stripping himself, he positions his already hard dick at your entrance, teasing your hole with the tip.

“Soobin just put it in!”

“Mmm…how about no. You’ve been a naughty girl haven’t you?” He gives your pussy a firm slap, sending your body into a spasm, “You like that huh? Let’s see if you like this.”

He flips your body around so your ass is now stuck out in the air as your face is pushed into the pillow. His dick slides in between the lips of your pussy running past your clit with each stroke as you whimper, desperate for more contact.

“Soobin! Please!” You grind against his dick trying to get more friction. You feel a jolt up your spine upon the contact of his palm on the plush of your ass.

You were certain his hands left a red mark as he continued spanking you repeatedly whilst fucking your folds.

“Aghh! Soo- bin. Please j-just fuck me!”

“Are you that desperate? Crying for me like a little baby? Maybe you deserve to be punished for tying me up like that.”

He picks up the same ribbon you used on him and grabs your two hands tying them into the bed frames just as you did with him, except his tie was stronger. There was no way you were going to get free.

He teases your hole with his tip once again before slamming his cock into you with no warning. He’s rams into you like a rutting dog, pushing deeper and deeper into you with each stroke.

“You’re so tight, baby. Haven’t been fucked like this in a while have you?”

“No I haven’t. It’s all your fault!” Your words came out slewed but your tone was forceful enough to let him know your disappointment.

You regretted it. This only led to him banging your pussy as if his life depended on it not slowing down for anyone or anything. Your cries get louder as you squirm from being stretched out by his dick, not knowing how much longer you could take it.

“Soobin! Baby, I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s right. Come with me baby. On the count of 3.”

“3. 2. 1. Aghhh!”

Right on cue, both your releases mix in your pussy, Soobin slowly riding out your highs. The mixture of your orgasms seeps out your hole dripping down your leg.

When he pulls out you whine at the loss of contact but you feel his fingers collecting the white fluids, stuffing it back, deep into your hole.

“Can’t let it go to waste now can we?”

He whispers as he falls down beside you, engulfing you in his embrace. “I’m sorry I haven’t been spending much time with you. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You already have, baby. Just make sure to not neglect me again in the future.” You pull his arms around you tighter feeling his heart beating against your back.

“I promise. Now let’s get cleaned up.”

“No please. Let’s just stay like this for a little while longer.”

“writing fanfics is something I do in my free time for fun. I will not treat it like a job and will instead treat it like a hobby because that’s what it is.”

also how it feels being a fanfic writer:

trigger warning (sexual crimes mentioned)

hey pombeom here,

i was gonna finish writing a fic for a request today but the whole taeil incident really threw me off and it got me thinking about how we can never trust the idols we see on screen. i don’t stan nct but i did for a few months back in 2020/2021 and you would never have thought that taeil was capable of something like this. i’m very much disappointed and enraged by his behaviour and i hope he gets what he deserves and that the victim/(s) are supported in every way. plus the news of the nth room again in korea just drove me over the edge. apparently around 200 male idols were involved and i’m starting to fear that some of the groups i stan are the wrong type of people. this just shows that we never fully know the ppl we are fans of.

this isn’t the type of content i wanted to be posting on here as i want this to be a positive space but ive been disturbed by all the news today and its gotten to the point where my trust is being broken. i just needed somewhere to share my thoughts and anyone who thinks taeil’s actions are acceptable pls unfollow immediately. i don’t want to be interacting with someone who supports a sex offender.

once i clear my mind of this incident, i shall be posting again. i even had a few new ideas yesterday that i was gonna work on so maybe i can actually get to writing them soon.

if anyone wants any information on any of this or wants to talk for any reason please feel free to reach out and message me. once again sorry that i’m having to talk about this instead of posting a fic, but this topic is very important to me even though i haven’t gone through it myself. i know people im very close to experience sexual harassment and it’s something that gets me so angry. i just needed to get this off my chest so bad. thank you of you for to the end of this long rant but i just need ppl to understand the seriousness of this.

-pombeom