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most of your p0rn l!nks have either been deleted or the account has been suspended... could you do another post like that in the near future...👀

ive been… gathering some things lately

here lolol

soft yandere who is an extra extra rough dom in bed 🤔🤔🤔

JUST GONNA GET THIS OFF OF MY HEAD i am a firm believer that cheongsan is a sucker for skirts and would definitely makes you straddle his lap and use him fingers to play with your cunt, occasionally poking your asshole to tease you and hear your little whimpers but just never inserts his fingers inside your hole, basically mean dom cheongsan who loves teasing and getting you worked up.

NAW CAUSE HIS HANDS?? HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE FINGERING YOU

he would love back hugging you, sneaking his hands around your waist, then slowly moving his hands down to go under the waist band of your skirt and finger you until your cum 😳😳😳

heeseung’s cute voice and bambi eyes makes me wanna peg him until he’s sobbing :((

yes!!!! i agree so much 😭 ive been so obsessed w heeseung lately he’s so fine

i wanna hear his cute whines and pleas to go slower <333

MORE SUB JAKE AND POPULAR GIRL -🪷

yessir 🫡🫡

- SO JUST IMAGINE OK

- You open your locker, finding a small lunchbox with brownies in them

- and each week you opens your locker to see the lunchbox w different foods in it each time

- and you have no clue who it’s from but u happily eat it during ur lunch period

- BUT THEN

- jake goes: “did you enjoy what i made for you?” with a cute smile and shy stature

- and it turns out that jake has been taking the food he makes from his culinary class and gives it to you every day

- he’s even been writing little notes in them :(((

-and so you two are walking down the hall alone, into the library…

-“awww, you made those just for me? that’s so sweet” you coo at him, patting his cheek with your hand, which he leans into tenderly

- “i think you deserve a little reward.” you push him lightly into a quiet corner in the library, cornering him

-he sighs not in disappointment, no not at all, but in arousal. you havent even done anything but he’s already getting overwhelmed.

-“yes please please” he whispers under his breath

- you get on your knees, now level with the huge bulge in his pants

-his legs are struggling to stay up, about to crumble in anticipation

- you slowly unzip his pants, looking up at him for a reaction, to which he whines, “faster pleaaseee”

-“be patient baby, or no reward.”

- you pull his member out, staring at his pretty pink tip and the subtle veins on his cock

-you immediately down him, which makes him let out a loud -hup! of surprise

-wanting to torture him as much as possible, you abuse his tip, licking the slit and circling your tongue around

-he covers his mouth with his hand, trying his best to keep quiet. you knew sucking on the tip made him go crazy, you’ve been through this enough times to know what pleasures him

- blowjobs, quickies, handjobs were a common thing for you guys

- the visits to your house which were disguised as a tutor session were actually lustful nights where you two spent all night fucking

abrupt ending because im running out of ideas 😭😭

Hi! I saw your post, where you asked us to request something. Are there any requesting rules, things that you wouldn't write and would write?

i dont accept full on fanfictions bc work and school prevents me from investing time into this blog😭😭 but usually i’d prefer for you to clarify whether you want sub or dom reader, and i will mostly write different kinks but things w like odd fetishes like feet or shit i wont do LOL. i must also say i’m not good at writing bondage and spanking type things but im open to trying

enha porn links again? the other links are expired 😢

AHHH IK TWITTER IS SO ANNOYING im planning on making a pt 3 tho 👀👀👀

Hello again:)

I sent in an ask not too long ago with sub!Seongmin X femdom!reader

With edging, overstimming and bondage and maybe add dacryphilia?

Realized that I still had to add something, thank you💕

helloo im so sorry but i actually dont stan cravity so i dont write for them anymore 😭 i just dont want to make a mediocre fanfiction abt someone i dont stan anymore! i dont hate them i just fell out of interest :((( sorry

for some reason i got no notification of the asks i have in my inbox 🙄🙄 maybe i just didnt notice them but i’ll answer em now lol

DREAM GIRL 💭 kim namjoon.

pair. writer! namjoon x f. reader | genre. age gap romance, obsession, love at first sight, angst | warnings. corruption kink, profanity, slight stalker behavior, daddy kink, pet names, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, power imbalance, just filthy sex tbh | word count. 3.7k

synopsis. “tell me pretty baby, have you ever been fucked up against a wall?” or namjoon is completely enamored by your angelic innocence, and absolutely has to claim you.

Kim Namjoon spent most of his time reading.

His most recent binge had been Murakami books, the woman through a man’s point of view, and while fascinating—it lacked depth. Intensity. This author clearly understood the peculiar sex very little, was entirely focused on his love for them, and their reaction to it. If it was Namjoon, he’d let them lead the narrative, while he’d step back and observe.

Women were to be observed, understood, before approached. This is how he found you, a perfect little angel in your white dress, sipping coffee outside his neighborhood’s café, softly talking to a grey, stray cat, your hand extended out for it, your fingers delicate in their calling. You stopped him dead on his tracks. He could do nothing but stare.

You looked so peaceful in your oblivion, your hair up and away from your face, a book propped on your knees. Namjoon’s feet moved without his knowledge, his mind replaying one thing—I have to see your face, your beautiful features, I need to meet you, sweetheart. Shamefully, his cock stirred in his pants, alerting him of his improper intentions. No matter. He couldn’t control his response to you, didn’t want to.

Walking in the coffeehouse, he leaned against the tall counter, head lazily falling into his open palm, gaze following your every move. Ordering his usual drink, he gathered the courage to approach you. You seemed to like this cat, so, perhaps an animal lover, and you most certainly were a reader—it was a start, an opening for him.

Clouds were beginning to gather, September coming to an end, but you paid no mind to them, your eyes scanning the pages of whatever you were reading. His writer brain was romanticizing your entire existence, was picturing you under him, in his arms, consumed, defiled, claimed. A pretty little thing dancing in the rain, running towards him, laughing, the outline of your breasts visible for anyone to see.

Henry Miller would’ve been one jealous fucker if he’d ever known you were out there, years ahead of him, a muse for the taking. Namjoon thanked every fucking God known for putting you in his way. Bukowski would be having a field day fantasizing about your honey dripping thighs and sweet pussy. You are every writer’s dream, sweetheart, and do you even realize?

“Beautiful choice,” he comments on the book in your lap, coming to stand over you, desperately trying not to lose it over your angel features.

You jump, startled, and look up to witness the most breathtaking man you’ve ever come across in your life, smiling down at you. You smile back without meaning to, your back straightening, your shoe clad feet touching the pavement.

“Anaïs is for the bold,” you retort, voice light, motioning for him to sit in the empty chair opposite you.

He’s massive, with strong arms and long legs. He thanks you softly and takes the seat, paper cup in hand, eyes piercing through you in an identifiable way. You shiver—blame it on the chilly day.

“Are you bold, then?” He asks cryptically, leaning into you. You feel exposed, but intrigued. So incredibly intrigued.

You falter in giving him your answer. You don’t even know his name. You don’t think it matters. “I—I try, I think.”

He smirks, and pulls away, taking with him his amber scent and magnetism. You miss it as soon as it’s gone. You reason with yourself, try to find an explanation for your thought’s reaction—your body’s.

“I’m Namjoon, sweetheart. What should I call you?” His voice was velvet; deep, and manly. It radiated through you.

Closing the book, you instead chose to hold your coffee cup between your hands, a distraction from the intense man pinning you down with those dark eyes. His black leather jacket accentuated his big shoulders, the buzz cut on the top of his head making him appear meaner than he actually was. Namjoon was older, you could tell. It scared you, but in the way rollercoasters make you nervous, or in the way thunder cracked in the night, somewhere far away, miles and miles from you. Bark with no bite.

“(Y/N),” you reply, licking your dry lips.

He follows the movement. “Pretty—(Y/N),” he tries it in his mouth, the sound sinful, inviting. “It’s beautiful.”

He sees your cheeks flush crimson, your head dropping to hide. Namjoon is an intuitive person, a risk-taking man. His fingers reach out, his index lifting your face to look at him. Your breathing has changed, you’re not accustomed to flirting, much less compliments from strangers, it’s all there for him to see. His innocent baby. He’d take his time with you. You deserved nothing less—he’d give you the fucking world, if you so wished.

“Are you a lover of books?” You ask, wanting to break the incantation, disperse the intensity of the moment.

His hand drops, the touch that lit a fire inside of you burning still, bright and strong heading lower, in between your legs, gone in an instant. You mourned for it, yearned for his hand to come back, touch you somewhere else. Your thoughts were shameless, your deepest desires but a breath away.

“You could say that,” he sips from his cup, calm and collected, legs crossed, studying you. “I’m a writer.”

“No way!” You exclaim, your cute reaction eliciting a laugh out of him. How adorable, he thinks, watching your nose scrunch up, your small, fuckable mouth curving in a smile that knocks the wind out of him.

“What about you, angel?”

“I’m a sophomore in college. Literature.”

Of course you are, his smart girl. He needs you to know, before he proceeds. He needs you to vocally say it’s okay for him to court you, to make you his. He won’t lay another finger on you until you do so.

“Sweetheart, you understand the age gap between us, don’t you?”

The part you dreaded. The truth. “Yes,” you say loud enough for just him to hear.

Namjoon leaves his now cold drink on the table, leans forward, forearms resting on top of his knees, fingers lacing together, a serious expression on his flawless face. Is this how it happens, you think? One day, out of the blue, no warning, no signs? Love, plainly in sight, asking you to accept it? You can’t say no. You don’t want to say no, knowing the difficulties, the struggles that entails.

“One word of yours and I’m out of your life. You’re holding the reigns,” he explains, but his eyes are terrified of you rejecting this, of scorning him, of sending him away after he’s found you, an oasis after a long dry desert.

He wants to love you madly. He wants to fuck you senseless, and ruin you for any other man. Most of all, he wants you to want the same things. Eight years isn’t a lot, but it’s a lifetime apart.

“You—you like me?” Your lips fall open, your chest deflates.

Oh, sweetheart, you might not be ready for what I feel for you, what I’m planning to do to you—it’s beyond words. Beyond reason.

“As soon as I saw you. I’m not a talkative person, (Y/N), I don’t walk up to just any girl.” There go those eyes again, haunting your soul, turning you inside out.

You blink, surprised at his honesty, at the bluntness of his words. In your twenty years on this earth, you’ve never been more sure of anything. This man will show you things you’ve never seen before, take you to places you’ve only dreamed of. He’s experienced, he’s an all rounded person.

He’s handsome. His mouth begs to be kissed.

“I like you too,” you admit, but refuse to meet his gaze.

He can’t have that. His fingers shoot out again, gently bringing your face level to his. Rain droplets release themselves from the puffy clouds. You don’t react to any of it, hypnotized under him, under his irresistible touch.

“It will be more than that. I need to know if you’ll be able to handle it, pretty girl. I’m not going to be your high school boyfriend.”

“I understand.” Your thighs clench together, your breathing erratic.

Namjoon notices, of course he does. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

Your eyelashes flutter, the red painting your cheeks turning a shade darker, your skin hot under his palm. He’s closer than ever, this broad man asking if he can take care of you. You’re endeared. Your heart is weak.

“I’m—no. A boy in my senior year,” you reply, embarrassed. Excited.

His eyes flash, something dark stirring in them, before it’s gone instantly. Jealousy. But, why? You couldn’t have possibly known, and even then…the danger. The forbidden. No, that couldn’t have been it.

Why hadn’t you waited? Who dared touched you before him? His muse, his perfect girl. Thoughts that had no place being voiced out loud, in fear of sounding insane. He would never admit to them.

“Then tell me pretty baby, have you ever been fucked up against a wall?”

His lips were but a breath away. You wanted to give in so badly, anything he wanted, you’d become pudding in his hands, melt away if that meant you’d be with him, if that meant he’d take you with him everywhere. His question. You stayed silent.

“Use your words, (Y/N). I’m not doing anything without your consent.”

You were so wet. So incredibly wet. If only he knew the influence his words had on you… He only had to reach a hand under your dress, touch your core. Then he’d realize just how inexperienced you truly were.

“Never,” you whisper.

You exchanged breaths, your eyes falling shut in the thought of his lips on yours, and it almost happened, the ghost of them faintly pressing, a gentle caress, before he pulls away completely, his hand finding yours, pulling you up with him.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what you just did to me,” an arm wrapping around your waist, bringing you closer, your head at level with his chest, a man, standing before you, asking to have you.

“I should wait, I should take you out and make sure you’re fed, take care of you, every fucking inch of you, before I even begin to think—do you want this?” His voice is vibrating, filled with his desire, breath now tickling your ear, a whisper between lovers.

You just met Namjoon. You don’t know anything about him, nothing but your attraction to him. Your body’s reaction. So what if this was a bad decision? He didn’t look like a bad guy. Anais Nin wasn’t second guessing herself when she fell into an affair with Henry Miller. It just happened, their souls spoke to each other clearly. Could this be what was happening?

You wanted him inside you. You wanted what he offered, every bit of it. Yes, yes, yes.

“Take me with you, Namjoon.”

Together you run, belongings forgotten; the rain had turned from a faint whispering to a thundering roar in a split second, and it didn’t take long for the both of you to get completely drenched in it, tasting sky water, your small hand in his bigger one, holding tight, fingers intertwining.

He only had to look back once. Your dress was see-through, he could see your white undergarments, the silk of your panties, the cups of your bra. Namjoon growled, a guttural noise boiling from his throat. Immediately, he pulled you in between two buildings, a narrow alleyway leading to apartments’ fire escapes unraveling in the length of it.

Leading you under a small shed, he made sure you were against the wall, covered, while he let his arms rest above your head, your bodies touching. He looked down at you, his breathing labored, and he saw the skin glistening, the fabric sticking on every curve, those pink lips open, fast breaths exhaled.

He kisses you, then. Takes your lips as his own, traps you in his embrace. You taste like cold rain, but when his tongue slips past, there’s hints of coffee with milk. Namjoon smiles against your mouth, hands getting lost in your hair, steadying themselves at the nape of your neck, cupping your jaw, your chin—you fit right into him, so small, so precious. He’s going to love corrupting you, tainting you.

“Has anyone ever touched you…here?” His fingers bunch your dress up, dip under it, over your slick. You gasp—he marvels at your expression.

“No? Baby talk to me, use your pretty mouth,” he kisses you again, his digits moving over your panties. You’re moving with them, rubbing against them, it’s all wet wet wet—

“No one.” Your nails dig into his jacket. He sighs dreamily; you’re a vision for him. An angel send.

“Did that boy not know how to please you, baby? He just shoved his fucking dick in you carelessly?” His voice grew rough, anger rippling through him. “You deserve so much better than that, sweetheart. You deserve to be loved, to be caressed…”

With one hand slipping inside your panties, fingers curling, entering you slowly, the other one ran up and down your thigh, gripping at your waist, snaking its way to the small of your back, and back down. You couldn’t focus on anything but the pumping movements inside you, the long digits bringing you pleasure, making your cunt ache, clench around them.

Namjoon was hiding you from view with his entire body. This was only for him to see, but it also served as a test. To see how far you were willing to go with him.

“You’re doing so well, my sweet girl. So tight, so wet for me… I want to taste you, baby, I want to inhale you. Will you let me?”

Your moans were music to his ears. They started as low pants, your hand blocking most of them, your cheeks that familiar pink shade. He saw it happen, as his fingers curled a specific way, the way your legs fell open wider, the way your voice turned a pitch higher than before, unable to hold back, helpless against your pleasure. Namjoon was rock hard, stifled in his pants.

But that would come shortly. First, he needed to show you—what he can do. What you could have every single day, everywhere, as soon as you spoke the words. He’d cater to your every need, be whatever you wanted him to be. As long as he could have you, take you, own you.

A smack on your ass. Your eyes shot open, staring wide at him. He lifted you up at once, arm under those plump cheeks, his fingers still fucking your cunt vigorously. You yelped, held onto his shoulders in fear of falling, but quickly grew overwhelmed, your volume rising. Fuck him, you’re so fucking hot.

“Tell Daddy, my sweet girl—will you let me have a taste of your cunt?”

“Oh, please,” you whined, your head falling in the crook of his neck, your thoughts a jumbled mess. “Please.”

He needn’t be told twice. With your feet planted firmly on the ground again, he removed his hand from your panties, kneeling down in front of you, rain sipping through him, as he lifted your dress up. Namjoon looked up at you through his eyelashes, before he ripped that silk right off you, diving right into your slick.

Divine. He’s had a lot of sex, has tasted a lot of women, but none could ever compare to you, to your sweet fucking cunt. It was pure Heaven. And the way your back curved against the wall, pushing his head into you, his tongue swiping your wetness, sucking your clit—it was enough to make you cum. He slurped all of it up, fingers finding their way again into your warm hole. He’d blow, he fucking swears. Your beautiful voice moaning out his name, wet all over, a Goddess for him, as he laps your intoxicating juices. He drinks you up, he makes it his life’s mission.

“Fucking tell me, sweetheart, has anyone ever had a lick of this pussy? You know it belongs to me now, don’t you?”

You nod your head, losing your mind. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re convulsing this hard. His baby.

“Words.”

“Yes, daddy, yes! Please,” you sob, “please…fuck me, please…”

He locks you in place, his hands on your ass, determined to make you cum with his tongue, before his cock is anywhere near you. His impatient girl, so lost in feeling, such a slut for him, for what he’s giving you. He’s never had such a perfect woman.

When he started working both his fingers and mouth again, this time aggressively, his only motive was to get that pussy to drench him, to have your cum dripping from his chin. And it did just that when his thumb flicked over your clit relentlessly, tongue moving just underneath, three fingers deep. Your nails dug into his scalp, your entire body convulsing. He rubbed his stubby jaw on your lips, inhaling deeply. Your scent, uniquely yours—he now knew how you smelled. Truly. He would never be able to let you go.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me. Ready for me? Ready to give me another one?” He muttered, hands on your breasts, dropping kisses on your neck, before unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants. “I love the way you cum. I can’t wait to have you on my bed, have my way with you. You’ll let me, yes baby? You’ll let Daddy defile you, pretty thing?”

You looked down at his girth, swallowing thickly. Namjoon chuckled darkly, allowing you to see what would enter you. He pumped himself a couple times, his other hand rubbing your pussy, making sure you were wet enough for him. You just looked so fucking innocent, all fucked out. He attacked your mouth once again, biting down on your lip.

“Do you taste yourself? My delicious fucking girl.”

He enters you slowly, brows furrowed, savoring the tightness. Once he bottoms out, he stills in you, letting you get used to him, his will made of iron. Your fingers wrap around his biceps as you take a deep breath through the sting of his cock.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks, worried.

“Yes,” you reply at once. “Go on.”

He hikes your thigh up and around his torso, as he lifts you up. You wrap around him and that’s fucking it—he loses it. His cock brutally starts pistoling into you, holding you tight against him. You meet his thrusts halfway, before it becomes too much for you to handle, instead becoming his personal little fuck doll to pound senseless. And he does. His moves are exact; sharp, and precise. He’s hitting everything inside you, the position as well as the thickness of his cock filling you up to the brim, until all you can think is him him him, inside your cunt, fucking you dumb.

“Call me by my name, sweetheart,” he pants in your ear, bouncing you on his dick.

“Namjoon,” you weakly moan, your breaths coming short, on the brink of passing out.

“My name,” he repeats harshly, ramming into you once, twice—

You throw your head back in ecstasy. “Daddy! Fuck, don’t stop! Keep fucking me please, please, I’m so fucking close daddy, please!”

“That’s my fucking angel.”

He does just that, until he can feel you spasming, until you’re screaming, begging, crying, coming on his cock, his desperate whore, getting fucked so good, isn’t she, bounce on my fucking dick, baby, ride it out, that’s right, milk me, fucking own me, my sweet fucking baby, you’re so beautiful, so fucking hot, give me a kiss—

“Where do you want me, baby? Tell Daddy, fuck you’re clenching me so goddamn hard right now, sweetheart, please.”

“Inside, please inside, I want your cum inside of me, please,” you beg, and he almost fucking chokes on his spit.

His thrusts are fast, hard and sloppy now, bruising your pussy, chasing after his own release, his mouth filthy—you want me inside this fucking cunt, don’t you my perfect fucking baby, my little slut, you’re gonna let daddy paint your walls white, won’t you, squeeze me dry, baby, fuck, come on, clench those tight fucking walls, goddamn you, I want to die in this pussy, please baby—

His arms tighten around you as he comes, and you let him; you let him calm down, for his breathing to even out, as he slips out of you, and carefully unwraps your legs from his hips, planting kisses on your shoulders, water dripping from his hair. The thunderstorm still hasn’t passed, raging on beyond the shelter of this shed.

“I’ve never experienced anything like this,” you confess as he fixes your hair, your dress, adjusts the straps, gives you his jacket to make up for the lack of underwear, and even though it’s several sizes too big on you—he cares.

It wasn’t just a lie to have a quickie with you. He took his time to explore your body, to study what makes you tick, what sends you over the edge. You didn’t even know his last name, but he knew his way around your pussy the best, better than you it felt like.

His eyes are fond, staring down in adoration. “I want to make you feel good for as long as you let me, sweetheart. I’m not here to hurt you.”

You hug him, then, your arms not quite reaching all around him. But it’s enough for him. More than enough. He thinks he’ll fall in love with you so easily. You’re the most adorable thing he’s ever witnessed. He wants to hide you away, put you in his pocket and carry you everywhere.

“What’s your last name?” You ask innocently, head still buried in his chest.

He barks a laugh out, squeezing you in him, the vibration of it radiating through you. “Should’ve mentioned it, huh? It’s Kim, angel. Kim Namjoon.”

“Kim Namjoon,” you try it. It sounds…wholesome. “Hi, Kim Namjoon.”

“Hello, baby.”

The two of you stood there for a long time, waiting the storm out in each other’s arms. Namjoon couldn’t stop smiling, didn’t want to, never wanted to, ever again.

You couldn’t stop staring at him—he felt like the sun peeking after the gray of the clouds. Warm, important.

i am literally on another level of delusional

someone compliments me once and im alr planning our wedding

ive been getting more interested in dark perv nerd type fics recently…. kinda concerning…

but imagine dark-ish perv! nerd! heeseung (or anyone) 😩😩 masturbating to a picture of you and spilling his cum on it, imagining that it’s really you. or stealing your panties and jacking off with them.

he longs to be treated like your slave, willing to get on his knees for you at any moment. to fill u with his cum till you’re dripping on the sheets. to be spat on and treated like a slut.

being railed by a nerd who’s unhealthily obsessed with you 🫡🫡

im talking to all my heeseung enthusiasts out there

god is a woman | m ; f

“Aphrodite’s son should know more than simply what sex is — what a relief that you exist to teach him just that.”

greek god! au | historical! au | smut, fluff | 23.8k words

s u m m a r y : despite being a child of the embodiment of love and desire, heeseung never experienced such emotions, opting instead to throw himself in literature of his gods and goddesses. however, after one encouter with you, notorious elite escort, all logic and sense abandons him. as tense meetings and feverish conversations turn lustrous, heeseung experiences what it truly means to be the son of aphrodite — what it truly means to crave not for knowledge, but for you.

c o n t e n t s : son of aphrodite! heeseung, escort! reader, heeseung is a stupid loser virgin at the start, reader is most definitely not, son of hades! jay, son of hermes! sunghoon, jay and sunghoon are full-time bullies of heeseung, this is basically a bullying campaign for heeseung im so sorry, fluff because no good relationship exists without fluff, mc teasing heeseung, heeseung will undergo character development (basically meaning he will finally know where the clit is) a lot of sexual tension but that’s mostly because i am incapable of getting to the smut,  mature content ↠  making out, dirty talk, oral (m. and f.), handjob, unprotected sex (stay safe!!) heeseung kinda becomes a dirty horny mf 

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p l a y l i s t : here!

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : it’s here it’s finally fucking here i’m so sorry for taking so long but she’s here thank you to lysol for pushing me thank you @hyuckworld​ you horny incredibly bitch ily for forcing me to write this every waking second and thank you kim mingyu of svt for your role in all of this you know what you did… anyway!! do enjoy this unedited version yikes <//3

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HEESEUNG WAS ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN, WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT, THAT THE PATH WHICH HE FOLLOWED WAS RIDDLED WITH SIN.

That was a certainty he could not shake, no matter how much he wished it otherwise. His elders had warned him, his instincts threatened him, yet his mind was a mess which seemed unable to be put into order.

What did not help were his good friends, encouraging in this behaviour. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” One of them drawled, clearly speaking for himself as he dragged Heeseung along the lush streets of Corinth, mocking salutes to every woman who eyed his lean figure. 

“You know Jay always spouts tomfoolery, but this time even I agree with him!” Another one of your friends chimed in, holding onto his arm. “Think of it as another one of your silly lessons.”

“Shut your ugly pig-eaten face, Sunghoon.”

“But I was agreeing with you!”

Of course, Heeseung thought, preferring to ignore his rather idiotic companions, gazing ahead as he entered the higher section of the mountain, into Upper Corinth. He should not have been surprised at the sheer vibrance of the environment, markets bustling in the streets carved from the mountain, every merchant offering possessions from all corners of the Greek world. 

He wished he could be anywhere but here.

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oh my god

MY COOCH IS LITERALLY GROWLING SAVE ME FROM THIS MAN

oh lord when i tell you i actually fucking lost my mind after seeing this?? heeseung would look exactly like this after you give him a blowjob in the dressing room after his concert, he can't even wait till you get back to a secluded place i swear he just needs his dick to be sucked.

personally I'd love to ride soft dom! heeseung but also want him to be a bit mean so I'll cry from getting tired to bounce on his cock (which is massive af) and also from him being mean, just imagining him slapping your tits and pinching your nipples bcs you stop for a breather

i love a soft but mean dom 😫

he loves teasing you and edging you while keeping his touches soft and gentle

or choking you and slapping you while whispering praises in your ear

and his lil smirk while watching you ride him 🤨🤨

I have an idea for heeseung, you guys are a couple and he is very possessive of you you guys were at a party and this guy tried to flirt with you but heeseung saw everything he pull you away and fuck you so hard that you squirt. You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable.

I LOVE POSSESSIVE GUYS

this is very similar to the golden retriever bf in this post

he would fuck you brains out until your mascara is all ruined and then walks back in acting like nothing happened 😭

who do you think in skz is most likely to be into big age gaps? like 5+ years (sorry if this isn’t good i’ve never sent one of these to a blog b4 😭)

hmmm……

maybe felix???? maybe jisung??? idk i just feel like they have a thing for noonas

in a heeseung mood, anyone wanna give me smutty ask ideas 😢😢

nerd jake fucking the most popular girl in school😦

wait a minute…

if we wanna take it the dom!jake way:

LAWDD just imagine him pulling her into an empty classroom and fucking her brains out🫠 pulling off his glasses to eat her out 🫠🫠 or making her cum every time she does well during a tutoring session

in public shes a confident, flirty, and seductive girl. around jake shes shy, submissive, and desperate for his attention

if we wanna take it the sub!jake way:

he would be so shy every time hes around her

she would love his stutters and the way he glances at her boobs and nervously adverts his eyes to the ground.

one day she pulls him into the janitors closet and gives him head, something he never experienced

from then on, he always looks for her and is desperate for her attention. he would boast to her abt his good test scores, anticipating praise from her. and his favorite days were when they received their grade reports. she always gave him a reward for his good grades, making him cum several times till he cant even think anymore

Please I beg you

Make fics over this ideas

I love your mindddd 😭😭✨💓💓💓

i am heavily considering it 😵‍💫😵‍💫

https://yoongiboongipoongi.tumblr.com/post/687274280980004864/theres-nothing-i-love-more-than-men-having-two

This- I can't . Like OMFG . Those are so cool 😭🖐️ please make fics over that . You can even start a one-shot series over that😭😭

one shot series you say…. 🤔

Hey I just saw the other message and wanted to say: When you use tags for other members you reach an audience that didn’t look for the post though. It is your choice and your account, but many people block because of wrong tagging, too.

if people dont like it, they can block me 🤷‍♀️ i only did it on one singular post and thats it

enhypen hyung line nsfw links pt.2

ive gotten a few requests to do more so here yall go. which group should i do next🤔 also im sorry if the links are unavailable 😔 twitter is a bitch sometimes

here is a link to pt.1

heeseung

heeseung roughly fingering you

heeseung teasing your entrance

heeseung fucking you while youre full with cum

heeseung massaging your boobs under your shirt hehe

sub!heeseung dressing up for you and masturbating

jake

jake eating you out

you cuffing and blindfolding sub!jake

jake fucking you missionary

riding his face

rubbing you w a lollipop and licking you 😵‍💫

jake getting needy when you’re on call with your friend

jay

jay fingering you

jay fucking you doggy

you grinding on his cock in the car

jay spanking you for the camera

jay overstimulating you with a vibrator

sunghoon

grinding on sunghoons face

69 w sunghoon

sunghoon cumming on your pussy

sunghoon massaging your boobs during sex (those are the nicest boobs ive seen in my life goddamn)

sunghoon overstimulating you with his fingers