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OVERLOAD - deer hybrid!hjs

w.c : 2.1 k ┊ synopsis : the deer hybrid man who you met at bar filled you up .... really.┊ content warning : smut , one night stand , no protection , creampie , body fur

a/n : hehehehe part 3 is out of my 2k followers celebration

The bar was buzzing with life, but none of it compared to the man who sat across from you. Joshua, with his soft, ethereal features and kind, honey-colored eyes, seemed too perfect for this world. From the moment your eyes met, there was a magnetic pull between you, one that only intensified as the night wore on.

He had bought you a drink, and from there, the conversation flowed easily. His voice was calming, like a gentle melody. Despite his calm demeanor, there was something undeniably alluring about him. The more you talked, the more you realized that Joshua wasn’t just handsome—he was captivating in ways you couldn’t explain.

You were drawn to him, and when he leaned in, his hand grazing your thigh, a heat blossomed between your legs. The chemistry was undeniable, and when he finally asked, "Do you want to get out of here?" you didn’t hesitate.

The walk to his place was a blur, filled with stolen glances and smoldering anticipation. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Joshua was on you, his lips pressing against yours with a hunger that took you by surprise. His hands roamed your body, fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath your clothes as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer to him. You melted into his touch, feeling the hard lines of his body against yours.

His kisses were slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second. When he pulled away for just a moment, you could see something dark and lustful in his eyes. But there was something else—something hesitant.

"There’s something I need to tell you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

You cocked your head, curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Joshua’s gaze dropped to the floor for a second before he met your eyes again. "I’m not like most guys… I’m different."

"Different how?" you asked, intrigued rather than worried.

He took a deep breath, his pupils dilating slightly, and before you could react, you saw it—a flicker of something else. His calm, almost ethereal presence took on a more animalistic edge. His movements, while still graceful, had a rawness to them. Then, in the low light, you noticed something subtle but unmistakable—small patches of soft brown fur near the base of his neck, disappearing over his shoulders under his shirt, and a faint scent in the air that was musky, primal.

"I’m a deer hybrid," he confessed quietly.

You blinked, the pieces clicking into place—the gentleness, the quiet confidence, the way his eyes seemed to hold something deeper. "That’s… wow," you breathed, excitement bubbling in your chest. "That’s amazing."

Joshua let out a soft chuckle, relief washing over his features. "It comes with… certain differences. Especially when it comes to sex."

Your pulse quickened at his words. "Show me," you whispered, the anticipation thick between you.

In the bedroom, the air between you was heavy with desire. Joshua moved with the same grace and control, but now there was something more primal in the way his hands gripped your hips, how his eyes darkened with need. When your clothes were off, his eyes roamed your body with an intensity that made your skin prickle. You reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing a lean, muscular chest.

But what caught your breath was the line of soft, tawny fur that ran down his spine and shoulders, leaking from the sides of his waist, giving way to smooth skin again. You couldn’t help but reach out and touch it, and Joshua shivered at the contact, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at you.

"You like that?" you asked, teasing.

He let out a low, almost growling sound. "You have no idea what you’re getting into."

His words sent a thrill through you, and as he guided you onto the bed, you couldn’t help but feel the heat between your legs growing more intense.

Joshua leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I’m going to fill you up," he murmured, his voice dark and thick with promise. "More than you can handle."

The way he said it made your entire body tingle with anticipation.

He kissed you deeply as his fingers slid between your legs, finding your wetness with ease. He groaned against your lips as he stroked you, his thumb brushing over your clit in a way that made you gasp. You could feel the intensity building inside you as his touch became more insistent, more urgent.

When he finally positioned himself between your legs, his cock was hard, thick, and pulsing with need. He guided himself to your cunt, and as he pushed inside you, you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you, filling you up inch by inch.

Joshua didn’t start slow. His thrusts were deep and controlled from the beginning, his hips snapping forward with a precision that left you breathless. He moved with a power that belied his calm exterior, each stroke hitting deep inside you, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he growled, his breath hot against your neck as he pounded into you. "You feel so good wrapped around me."

You could only moan in response, your body arching beneath him as his cock slammed into you over and over again. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him as he drove himself deeper. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pressure building inside you with every thrust.

Joshua’s stamina seemed endless. He never slowed, his pace steady and relentless as he fucked you harder and deeper. His deer-like qualities were on full display—his strength, his control, and the raw, primal energy he radiated. He was dominating you completely, his body moving with animalistic precision as he claimed you.

"You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you?" he growled in your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "You’re gonna take every last drop of my cum."

You whimpered at his words, nodding as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you. His pace quickened, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, swelling as he got closer to the edge. His hand slid between your legs, finding your clit again and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.

"Cum for me," Joshua commanded, his voice rough and commanding. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

His words sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking beneath him as you clenched around him, crying out his name. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, deeper and harder, driving you into overstimulation as you rode out your climax.

"I’m gonna cum," he groaned, his voice strained as he pounded into you. "I’m gonna fill you up, baby. You’re gonna be so full of me."

You barely had time to process his words before you felt him tense above you. With a final, deep thrust, Joshua came, groaning low in his throat as he released inside you. But it wasn’t like anything you’d ever experienced before. His cum filled you, and kept filling you—thick, hot, and seemingly endless. You could feel it spilling out of you, dripping down your thighs as he continued to pump load after load into you.

"Fuck, Joshua," you gasped, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. "You’re—"

"I told you," he panted, his lips brushing against your ear as he finally stilled inside you. "I have more to give than you can handle."

You could feel him softening inside you, but the sheer amount of cum he had filled you with was overwhelming. You felt stuffed, your body unable to hold it all as it leaked from between your legs.

Joshua kissed you gently, his hand caressing your cheek. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice soft again, the primal edge fading.

You smiled, still catching your breath as you basked in the afterglow. "That was… incredible."

He chuckled, nuzzling your neck. "It’s a deer hybrid thing."

You let out a breathy laugh, wrapping your arms around him. "Well, I definitely wasn’t expecting that."

As you lay there, with Joshua’s warmth wrapped around you and the lingering sensation of fullness inside you, you couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises this mysterious man had in store for you.

Torn between wanting to quit Tumblr and everything because I can literally not be consistent and never follow up with what I say and that's pathetic and wanting to start a kinktober because hey wtf everyone's doing that I want to too.

I have literally been avoiding Tumblr because I am too frustrated to write the 2k followers celebration thingy anymore and it's literally hard coming up with ideas for that prompt idk what was I thinking when I said I was gonna do that.

So like if y'all not gon hate me I'll start back here pls fill my inbox with some motivation because indeed I am a attention whore for any all attention 😭🫶🏻🙏🏻

kinktober week 1.2 - brat taming

sugar baby got some salt - y.jh (brat-taming, subhan, edging, vibrators, slight degradation)

The office was bathed in the cool, professional hum of voices, papers rustling, and the steady rhythm of business discussions. You were seated at the head of the table, surrounded by important clients, guiding the conversation with calm authority. The meeting was crucial — a make-or-break moment for the future of a major project. Everything was going smoothly until the doors to the conference room were flung open, causing heads to turn sharply.

In walked Jeonghan, your spoiled, bratty sugar baby, with a pout on his lips and fire in his eyes. His carefully styled blonde hair fell over his face as he marched directly toward you, completely ignoring the shocked stares from your clients. He was dressed in an oversized sweater and skinny jeans, looking effortlessly chic — a look he could pull off in any situation, but this was far from appropriate.

"Baby!" Jeonghan whined, crossing his arms in frustration. "Your credit card isn’t working! I just found the most perfect pair of shoes, and it got declined! What the hell?"

You shot him a glare, keeping your tone measured but firm. "Jeonghan, not now," you said quietly, trying not to draw more attention than he already had. You could feel the eyes of your clients boring into you, the weight of their judgment heavy.

But Jeonghan wasn’t having any of it. "Not now?" he repeated, his voice growing louder, his bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. "You don't understand! These shoes are literally one of a kind, and they’re going to be gone if I don’t buy them right now!"

A few of your clients exchanged uncomfortable glances, whispering among themselves, clearly taken aback by Jeonghan’s behavior. You clenched your jaw, trying to maintain your composure. This was not the time for one of his tantrums, especially not in front of people you were trying to impress.

"Jeonghan," you hissed under your breath, your patience wearing thin, "I will deal with this later. Please, leave the room now."

But instead of backing down, Jeonghan stomped his foot, his eyes narrowing as his pout deepened. "But I need it fixed now!" His voice was loud, childish, and completely unbothered by the fact that he was embarrassing you. "Why can’t you just tell them to hurry up? I’ve been waiting all day for this!"

Your clients were clearly shocked, and you could feel the tension rising in the room. The professionalism you had worked so hard to establish was crumbling before your eyes, all because of Jeonghan’s bratty behavior.

"Jeonghan," you snapped, your tone sharp enough to cut through the air, "get out. Now."

He glared at you, crossing his arms petulantly. "Fine," he huffed, spinning on his heel and marching toward the door, but not before throwing a final parting shot over his shoulder. "But if those shoes are gone, it’s your fault!"

As the door slammed behind him, you let out a slow, controlled breath, turning back to your stunned clients. "I apologize for the interruption," you said smoothly, slipping back into your role with ease, though inside, you were fuming. "Shall we continue?"

The meeting dragged on longer than you wanted, your thoughts clouded with the memory of Jeonghan’s outburst. You were already planning his punishment in your mind, knowing full well that his behavior wouldn’t go unchecked. By the time the meeting was over, and the last client had left, you were practically vibrating with anticipation.

When you finally entered your bedroom, you found Jeonghan perched on the edge of the bed, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, and his lips were set in a pout that would have been adorable if you weren’t still so angry.

"Baby, I’m sorry," he said, his voice soft and sweet, the crocodile tears already starting to glisten in his eyes. "I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just—"

You cut him off with a sharp look, the corner of your lips curling into a smirk as you took in the sight of him sitting there, all pretty and fake sorry. "You think those fake tears are going to save you?" you asked, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. "You embarrassed me in front of my clients, Jeonghan. Do you think I’m just going to let that slide?"

Jeonghan shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip as his eyes darted to the floor. "I said I was sorry," he muttered, but there was a nervousness in his voice now, a recognition that he wasn’t going to get away with it this time.

"Sorry isn’t good enough," you said, your tone teasing as you reached out to grab his chin, tilting his head up so that he was forced to look at you. "You need to be punished, baby. And this time, there’s no getting out of it."

A shiver ran through his body, his eyes widening slightly at your words. "W-what are you going to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You’ll see," you purred, letting go of his chin and stepping back. "Strip. Now."

Jeonghan hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled off his oversized sweater, revealing the pale, smooth skin of his chest. He stood up to shimmy out of his jeans and boxer briefs, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. Now completely naked, he lay down on the bed, his cock already half-hard from anticipation, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Good, slut," you praised, watching the way his body reacted to the words, his cock twitching at the praise. "Stay just like that."

You walked over to your drawer, pulling out a small black vibrator. When you turned back to him, you saw the nervous anticipation in his eyes, the way his body tensed slightly in preparation for what was to come.

"Do you remember what happens when you act like a brat?" you asked, your voice silky smooth as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. "You don’t get what you want."

He whimpered softly, his eyes flickering to the vibrator in your hand, already knowing where this was going. "Please…" he started, but you cut him off with a sharp press of the vibrator against his chest, right over his nipple.

"Begging already?" you teased, watching as his back arched off the bed, his body trembling beneath you. "We’re just getting started, baby."

The vibrator buzzed softly against his sensitive nipple, drawing out whimpers and soft moans from his lips as you trailed it across his chest, watching his skin twitch beneath the sensation. His cock was already leaking, twitching in desperation as you teased him mercilessly.

"Do you want more?" you asked, your voice low and commanding as you trailed the vibrator down his stomach, circling it teasingly around his cock without ever touching him directly.

"Y-yes," Jeonghan whimpered, his hips bucking up toward you, desperate for more stimulation. "Please, more…"

You smirked, pressing the vibrator against the base of his cock, watching as his body convulsed with pleasure, his head thrown back against the pillows. But before he could get too close, you pulled it away, leaving him on the edge. He whimpered loudly and you giggled at his desperation, watching his dick go down a little before you pressed the vibrator back over it.

he was writhing with the pleasure and pain. you let him come so close he almost cummed, but pulled away just in time again. he kicked his legs, whining like the brat he was. "I wanna cum!" he commanded as if he had even a little charge. You made a tch-tch sound at his brattiness as you set aside the vibrator.

"Not yet," you cooed, straddling his hips and positioning yourself over his cock. You sank down onto him slowly, feeling him stretch and fill you completely. His moans were louder now, more desperate, as his body trembled beneath yours.

You rode him slowly, your hands resting on his chest as you moved, your hips grinding down against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. His hands fisted the sheets, his body trembling as you used him for your own pleasure, his cock twitching inside you as he teetered on the edge of his orgasm.

"Please," Jeonghan begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please let me cum… I can’t… I need to—"

But you only smirked, riding him faster now, chasing your own release while denying him his. "You don’t get to cum yet," you said breathlessly, your nails digging into his chest as you felt your own orgasm approaching. "Not until I say so."

Jeonghan’s body shook violently beneath you, his eyes screwed shut as tears of frustration gathered in the corners of his eyes. "I can’t—" he whimpered, his voice breaking as his cock twitched helplessly inside you. "Please, I can’t hold it—"

You ignored his pleas, grinding down on him harder as your own orgasm hit, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you rode him through your release. Jeonghan’s body convulsed beneath you, his whimpers growing louder as he struggled to hold back his own release.

Finally, you slowed down, your breathing ragged as you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against his sweat-soaked forehead. "Now," you whispered, your voice soft and commanding. "Cum for me, baby."

The moment the words left your lips, Jeonghan’s body went rigid, his cock twitching violently inside you as he came with a loud, desperate moan. His release was immediate, spilling into you in hot, thick waves as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.

He collapsed against the bed, completely spent, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You stayed on top of him for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of him inside you before getting off him. you got off the bed to get a warm and wet washcloth to clean you both.

"i hope you dont behave like such a brat again," you said, wiping down his thighs as he curled up near you, "unless, of course, you like being punished like a little slut like this."

kinktober week 1.5 - sensory play

muddy hands get busy - l.sm (sensory/texture play, subdk, teasing)

Seokmin couldn’t help but smile as he stepped into your art studio, his eyes widening with excitement at the thought of what he believed was going to be a cute, wholesome pottery date. He’d been looking forward to this for days, thinking about how romantic and peaceful it would be to make something together—his hands wrapped around yours as you both molded the clay into something beautiful, like one of those sweet scenes from a movie.

But you had other plans.

He glanced around the room, taking in the familiar sights—the shelves lined with finished pottery, bags of clay stacked in the corner, and of course, the wheel sitting at the center of the room, waiting for the two of you. It felt cozy, comforting, and you could see the spark in his eyes as he turned to you with that signature Seokmin smile.

“This is going to be so fun,” he said excitedly, pulling you into a hug. “I’ve never done pottery before. You’ll have to teach me everything.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you murmured, your voice soft but laced with something that made Seokmin’s smile falter just for a second. “I’ll show you exactly what to do.”

There was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but he didn’t think much of it. After all, you had a way of teasing him sometimes, making him blush with your words, but surely today was just about art… right?

You led him to the pottery wheel, the excitement bubbling inside you as you watched him sit down in front of it, completely oblivious to what you had planned. Seokmin’s fingers flexed nervously as he glanced at the lump of clay in front of him.

“Okay, so… what do I do first?” he asked, looking up at you with an eager expression.

You smiled, stepping behind him and placing your hands gently on his shoulders. “First, you need to knead the clay,” you explained softly, leaning in closer so that your lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “You have to make sure it’s soft and ready before you can shape it.”

Seokmin shivered slightly at the closeness of your voice, but he obediently reached for the clay, his hands pressing into it as he began to knead, just like you instructed. The feeling of the soft material between his fingers was oddly soothing, and for a moment, he relaxed into the task, unaware of the mischief brewing behind him.

You watched him work for a moment, then slowly let your hands drift from his shoulders, trailing down his arms until your fingers hovered over his, guiding him. “Like this,” you whispered, pressing your body closer to his, letting him feel the warmth of you against his back. "See, its perfectly wet."

He tensed slightly, the proximity catching him off guard, but he didn’t protest. Not yet.

As he continued kneading the clay, your hands moved, ghosting over his chest and slowly working at the buttons of his shirt. “You’re doing such a good job, Seokmin,” you purred, your voice a little more sultry than before. “But I think you might get a little too warm. Let’s take this off, okay?”

Seokmin’s hands stilled for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt your fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest to the cool air of the studio. “W-What are you…?” he began, but you shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Just relax,” you murmured, pulling his shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside. “It’s just us here anyways.”

He swallowed hard, his heart racing now as you started trailing your hands over his bare chest, your fingers teasing the sensitive skin. Seokmin tried to focus on the clay, but the way your hands were roaming his body made it difficult—impossible even. Every touch sent a shiver down his spine, his muscles twitching as he struggled to stay composed.

“Keep going,” you whispered in his ear, your breath hot against his skin. “You have to shape the clay, Seokmin.”

His hands moved again, shakily this time, trying to keep up with your instructions. But then your hands slipped lower, fingers grazing the waistband of his pants, and Seokmin’s breath hitched once more.

“Let’s get these off too,” you teased, your hands working at the button of his pants before pulling them down, along with his boxers, just enough to expose him. His hard dick sprang free, already aching and flushed from the teasing touches.

“Y/N…” Seokmin whimpered, his voice shaky with a mix of surprise and arousal. He was trying so hard to stay focused, to follow your instructions, but the way your hands moved over him, the cool air on his exposed skin, was driving him insane.

“Shhh,” you cooed, your lips brushing his ear again. “You’re doing so well. Just focus on your work, baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You placed your hands over his again, helping him shape the clay while your body pressed against his, your fingers guiding his every move. The sensation of the wet, cool clay mixed with the warmth of your body against his was overwhelming, and Seokmin could feel his pulse quickening, his cock twitching in the open air.

Your hands were soon slick with the wet clay as you continued to guide him, shaping the pot with deliberate slowness. you slowly dragged your hands back, spreading the wet clay over his arms and reaching his chest, flicking his cute nipples.

“You like that, don’t you?” you whispered, your fingers tracing circles over his chest, leaving smudges of clay on his skin. “So sensitive… such a good boy for me.”

Seokmin whimpered again, his hips shifting involuntarily as the teasing touch sent jolts of pleasure through him. He was trying so hard to focus, but your words, your hands, the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable—it was all too much.

“Y/N, please…” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “I-I can’t… I need…”

You smiled at his desperation, loving how obedient he was being despite how much you were teasing him. “You need what, Seokmin?” you asked, your hands trailing lower, just barely brushing his thighs, but never quite touching him where he needed it most. “Tell me.”

“I need… I need you to touch me,” he whimpered, his hips lifting slightly as if begging for more contact. “Please, Y/N…”

You chuckled softly, your fingers trailing over his lower abdomen, spreading the wet clay over his skin in a deliberate, teasing manner. “So impatient,” you teased. “But you haven’t even finished your pot yet, Seokmin. You’re not done with your work.”

Seokmin’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as he tried to keep going, his hands shaking as he worked the clay. He was so close to breaking, so close to losing control, and yet he still wanted to be good for you. He wanted to follow your instructions, even though his body was screaming for release.

“Good boy,” you murmured in his ear, your hands finally moving to his cock, wrapping around the base with a firm but gentle grip. The warmth of his dick against the coolness of the clay made him moan, his head falling back as his hips bucked slightly into your touch.

You stroked him slowly, coating his length with the wet clay as you worked him over, watching with satisfaction as his body trembled beneath you. “Does that feel good?” you asked, your voice soft but laced with dominance.

“Yes… yes,” Seokmin gasped, his hips thrusting up into your hand, desperate for more. “Please… please, Y/N, don’t stop…”

But you weren’t going to make it that easy for him. “Focus, Seokmin,” you said, your tone playful but commanding. “You have to finish your pot.”

He whimpered, his hands moving shakily as he tried to focus, but it was so hard with the way you were stroking him, the way your hands moved over his body, the contrast of the cold clay and the heat of his own arousal. Every nerve in his body was on fire, and he was so close—so painfully close.

Just as the pot was taking its final shape, Seokmin’s body was trembling with the need for release. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing in your hand as he teetered on the edge.

“I’m so close…” he whimpered, his voice breaking as his body begged for permission to let go. “Please, Y/N… I’m so close…”

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, your voice soft and sweet as you finally gave him what he wanted. “Go ahead, Seokmin,” you whispered. “Cum for me.”

The moment the words left your lips, Seokmin’s body tensed, and with a low, guttural moan, he came hard, his release spilling over the pot he had worked so hard to shape. His whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him, his cum mixing with the wet clay in a messy, beautiful display of his surrender.

You watched him with a satisfied smile, your hand still stroking him through his orgasm until he was spent, his body collapsing against you in exhaustion.

“Oh, Seokmin,” you teased, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “What a waste of good clay… and fresh cum.”

Today's political question : is pretty privilege real or not

If pretty privilege isn't real then why hasn't svt kicked Jeonghan's ass for the shit he pulls huh? Why does he have the premium credit card (cheol) and like 79 and counting something boyfriends huh?

Say no to this face. I dare you. He can ask for a billion dollars with that face and I'd rob a bank for him.