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TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 2

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(decepticons) + dom/top reader + robotitties + lactation + praise + boobjobs + masochism + piercings + Starscream is a narcissist + size kink + mommy kink + breeding kink + Megatron definitely rewards his top soldiers with his body + in this world you're either a creamer or squirter +

❏* — a/n — pt 1 got so much positive feedback so I'm just happy that I was able to do a part 2!! And if I do a part 3 I'll most likely do the autoboobies again

also omfg I wrote

➾ DECEPTICONS

✦ Megatron - Contrary to popular belief, Megs has average sized boobs for a mech his size, but they still seem pretty damn huge to most since not many mechs are his size. That is until you compare them to another mech's like Optimus (say whatever you want but Optimus outboobs Megatron). Megs doesn't care too much about his tits, seeing them as just protoform sitting on his chassis, but he does like to have them played with once in a while.

Megatron only interfaces with his top soldiers, and even only the best of the best get to see their lord's magnificent rack. When he does 'face with them, he always orders them to treat him like any other mech they would fuck, the feeling of being treated like a fling always getting to his head. Despite how meaningless his refineries are to him, his partners see them as an absolute blessing. The lucky shmuck who's not only able to be graced with the sight of Megs' boobs and also being able to feel them up will never forget it. His tits have a subtle softness to them that's fucking amazing, perfect for shoving their helm into. Megatron is surprising pretty vocal, letting out gruff moans whenever his tits are fondled with. And every single time, without fail, his crimson optics will be locked onto his partner's as if he were teasing them.

Something the Megs is very willing to do is give boobjobs to his decepticons that are doing an exceptionally good job at taking down any autobot forces. He'll reward them by lifting his tits up and down the mech's shaft, keeping eye contact as his optics are blazing with unspent charge. And if Primus themself has blessed a mech, they'll be treated to Megatron lavishly sprawled across a wide berth, clutching the sheets as a spike ruts into him, striking as many nodes as possible with greedy servos all over his tits, feeling them as much as they can. Megatron's optics dim as he shivers from the pleasure of having his subordinate treat him as just some random fling. His vocalizer releases moans becoming slightly higher pitched the more his nozzles are twisted and pulled on and he just can't wait to do this again.

✦ Soundwave - With the decepticon third-in-command may be hiding many secrets about himself, his tits are most definitely one of those secrets. Soundwave's tits are big and busty, a more gray color. He's one of the few mechs who actually lactate, and when he does, it's usually not too much energon but it can leave his tits feeling very sensitive. He's usually able to deal with it himself, but when it gets too much those are the times he'll seek out partners the most.

Everyone who's slept with Soundwave have the same exact thoughts. He has the best tits they've ever come across. Soundwave doesn't think too much of his boobs, yet whenever people get to feel them up and lap up any energon leaking, they'll never want to go back to drinking energon normally again. Mechs who get to feed off of Soundwave's leaking titties always grope them slowly with their servos, massaging them nicely as they coax more energon out. Usually, Soundwave turns his vocalizer off since he isn't too fond of making noise from pleasure, but it's so obvious how good he's feeling when his whole entire frame is trembling and the way he tries to sneakily press his digits into his leaking valve.

Whenever Soundwave begins to lactate and has a mech sucking on his nozzle, he can't help but feel something maternal in his code to get sparked up by anyone suitable, to have transfluid pumping into his forge, to carry sparklings that'll one day need to feed from him too. When he gets like this, he becomes more shameless when interfacing, doing everything in his power to get the mech pumping their spike into him to pump in a heavy load of transfluid too. He'll do everything he needs to do, whether it be tightening his valve callipers, rocking his hips back into thrusts more, or pushing his tits further into his partner's faceplate. As long as it'll result in transfluid spills into his forge he'll be happy. And he won't be satiated with just one overload. Even when his partner needs a break from fucking, he'll just find himself on top of them, working his servo up and down their shaft before it retracts as he strakes them back to full pressurization, just before sinking back down on it all over again.

✦ Starscream - Starscream has slightly smaller than average titties, but in his opinion, it's the shape that matters, and not the size. He's very right about that when it comes to his tits. His tits are a dark grey that match his face and are perky with a surprising amount of bounce to them.

As the #1 narcissist of all Cybertronians, Screamer absolutely prizes his boobs. While he might start angrily huffing when his tits are fondled by his partners, it's all a farce. He's an absolute slut for having his boobs played with. Whenever he's self servicing, while his digits are busy circling his node, his other servo is gliding over his cockpit, sliding upwards until he feels soft and sensitive protoform. He lets out soft pants, his plump lips falling open as his optics narrow to slits-- he would never get tired of it.

Whenever Screamer's partners want to touch his tits, he always snaps at them, saying some shit about they're too perfect for them to dirty with their servos, yet he can feel his valve throb at the thought. The only times Screamer doesn't allow his partner to touch his tits is when they're his size, but he might let them if they grovel. But when it's a mech much bigger than him? It's a whole other story. He would die before saying out loud but he's addicted to having big, warm servos on his tits, dwarfing them as they manhandle them with ease, pinching his nozzles with flat digits pads or just giving them a nice, long squeeze that'll have him struggling to not moan like a pleasurebot.

With his larger partners, without them even needing to ask, he's already in their lap, legs wrapped around their waist as his chassis transforms away and reveals his rack. He arches his back so that his tits are pressed onto his partner's frame and looks at them with a knowing smirk-- he knows they won't be able to resist. It always ends with him letting out shrill cries of pleasure, truly living up to his name as his his valve is drilled into and his tits are thoroughly abused.

✦ Skywarp - As the resident Nemesis Fragbuddy™️, it's no surprise that Warp has bigger than average tits. His tits are light gray and have big, perky nozzles that are always begging to be pulled on. He owns crystal and metal pink barbell nozzle piercings that are (unsurprisingly) always seen gleaming on his nozzles. Skywarp's an absolute masochist, loving the feeling of his tits being roughly fondled or bitten down so hard he leaks energon. Warp fucks his way around on the Nemesis looking for not only the best mech to fuck him but also someone with hands big and skilled enough mess with his tits the way he likes it. He isn't really a big fan of having his boobs softly caressed and massaged-- he need them to be -- he wants his tits to be absolutely bruised, aching and possibly even bleeding when his partner is done. It's the only way to get off by playing with his tits.

Since Warp has slept with a lot of the decepticon crew and is a kinky fucker, he's definitely had some interesting things done to his boobs. He's had people bring magnets close to his nozzle piercings, forcing his piercings to follow and tug on his nozzles until he's squealing. Skywarp's given plenty of boobjobs too, sandwiching a spike between his pillowy tits as he rubs them up and down his partner's shaft and if he's lucky to have a partner bigger than him, their spike will reach past his cleavage and find its way into his already drooling intake.

His favorite thing ever is to have his tits roughed up while someone's banging up his valve. Just having a nice, thick spike plowing him is more than enough to get him off, but having a mech bite down on his nozzles, pulling on the piercing as the other hand mercilessly gropes his soft mesh? He'll for sure be an incoherent mess, optics rolling back as he's giggling stupidly from the pleasure wracking his frame.

✦ Thundercracker - Despite this seeker's standoffish, slightly prudish behavior when it comes to the discussion of interfacing, and his truly romantic personality, he has a huge rack hiding behind his armor. Out of all of his trine, Thundercracker's boobs are the biggest, bounciest, and the most attractive. Screamer and Skywarp are so totally jealous of him but truth be told, TC would definitely trade his with theirs anytime. He found it a nuisance to have such soft protometal sitting on his chest and the sensitivity that comes with it. They're just so soft and flimsy, making it so much easier to grope them with wandering servos and watch as the sensitive protometal nearly spills out between digit gaps. And it's exactly what other mechs think of them.

Thundercracker hates to admit it, but would die to have someone worship his tits, pinch his nozzles and bring one into their intake, murmuring on the soft mesh about how fucking perfect his boobs are. TC's face would be so flushed, coolant dripping down his faceplate while he tries to keep his cute moans from escaping his vocalizer. The sweet praises would go to his head and he 100% will melt into the touch of his partner if they did that, maybe even hook a leg around their waist and beg for them to fuck him already before he's overloading already, creaming around nothing while his needy valve clenches pathetically on a spike that isn't there.

Megatron's Tramp-stamp thoughts?

Megs with a tramp-stamp...🤤

In my honest opinion, Megatron is totally a MILF, so him having a tramp-stamp makes so much sense. Just imagine him being this terrifying, all-powerful warlord, hell-bent on getting his way, crushing everyone who dares to oppose him with a little help from his fusion cannon...

Now imagine that same Megatron, with a new frame update, making him stronger than he previously was, much sturdier... and much more appealing with a new decepticon tramp-stamp.

As he makes his grand entrance into the main deck of the Nemesis after his new frame change, Megs has a smirk on his face; he knows that every con in the room can feel a new air about him, can feel a newfound power thrumming through his powerlines. Little does he know, most of the decepticons are gawking, more focused on at the tramp-stamp decorating their leader's backside.

Everytime he moves, his wide hips make that damn tramp-stamp move back and forth, a near mesmerizing thing. It makes it much easier for mechs to pay attention to his repeated, tiresome speeches on how they'll take down the autobots. Well, more like they're laser-focused on how the tattoo moves so fluidly along with his back and forth pacing and how much longer they can stare without getting their helm blown off.

Megatron doesn't get the big deal about it anyway. It was just a little additive that he thought was nice, but he knew how easily things like this could get mechs riled up, especially how inconceivable it seemed on mechs like him. He uses it to his advantage too, knowing that having soldiers that were incredibly down bad for him would strengthen their loyalty and in turn, ensure that less defect to those disgusting autobots. Much more effective than putting them on The List. Though if it was so easy to make the decepticons stay loyal to him, maybe he could entice powerful autobots to abandon their cause...

Don't mind the fact that I'm posting again a month later😋

title: siren eyes

contents: skater! yunho x drummer! reader. smut, mild angst; college au, skater au, enemies to lovers au, reader is afab, seventeen’s hip hop unit makes an appearance. warnings: profanities, mentions of drug usage, consumption of alcohol. nsfw, switch! yunho, dom! reader, whining, use of pet names (puppy, pretty boy), praise and degradation, edging, begging, oral (m and f receiving), humiliation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls do not practice this) and more :| i am gone.

summary: typical enemies to lovers; he gets jealous, and you decide to fuck him.

word count: 3.8k

note: happy (late) yuyu day! if y’all go feral, blame @hwasrie for this! he chose all the prompts (smut, enemies to lovers and hate sex)! bet y’all thought i was gonna write fluff HA i actually was. then my husband went and gave me these prompts so… welp, the love of my life gets what he wants :] i also put my whole meiussy into this so god forbid it flops

taglist: @yunhoflrtz​​ @tohokuu​ @wooyoung-a​ @ateezinmymind

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random (hard) though no.59

soobie w an oral fixation, who just can't get you out of his head.

all he can think of when he watches you put your rings on in the morning is how much he wants them in his mouth, pressing down against his tongue.

you glance at him out of the corner of your eye but say nothing. you've noticed it. noticed it for awhile.

the way that he always has something in his mouth to satiate his desires. a lollipop. gum. biting his own fingernails. something-something that in his eyes, doesn't make him look like a perv.

but his secret wasn't very secret with the way he hyperfixated on your hands. poor thing gets so entranced sometimes, he doesn't realize that he's drooling a bit or slightly sticking his tongue out.

his eyes growing glossy as he imagines you straddling his hips, sitting on top of him with two of your fingers in his mouth.

he's so messy with it and you tell him, whispering it into his ear while fingers push down on his tongue, in the back of his throat. drool coating everything as muffled moans come out. you press down harder, his throat contracting around them as he produces small gags and whimpers.

he loves it. loves it too much to put into words.

but his body would tell you everything. the way his fingers dig into your hips, the way his eyes roll back, the way his head angles up-giving everything to you, baring himself to you so that you can do whatever you want to him.

tears prick at his eyes, a blush coats him cheek and maybe, maybe if he was a good boy you'd grind down on him. maybe you'd give him something more to suck on-something bigger.

"soobie,"

his eyes grow clarity as you peck his cheek, running your fingers through his hair, down his jaw and lightly pressing against his lips...just to tease him a little.

before you get up with a small wink. "i have to head out now, see you later...be good for me~"

Hi i really loved ur content about submissive Kenma. Can u write a fic about kenma again🥺🥺 like the reader was so jealous because some ramdom girl is flirting with kenma. Thats why she ended up fucking him all night u knaurr

jealousy, jealousy | sub!kenma kozume

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, pegging, possessiveness/jealously, begging, jealous sex, aftercare is mentioned though its not written, established relationship, slight crying

note : oh my god thank you! 😳

and im sorry but i forgot to write how the reader kept fucking him all night :,)

"Oh hello~ you're rather cute, aren't you?" You ignore the voice, thinking it was just a girl hitting on a random person. That's until you hear the high pitched voice again asking the person for their number, except it was closer this time and a familiar voice answers afterwards.

"N-No thanks... I'm not i-interested.."

You stray your attention from the item in your hand to the familiar voice and furrow your eyebrows when you see the scene.

Kenma, who's your boyfriend to make it clear, being flirted on by this clueless girl who, though he denied her advances once already, thinks she still has a shot and keeps on trying to talk to him. She's getting rather close to him too, making him have to take small steps backward in order to keep the distance between them comfortable, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You feel anger bubble up inside your body as you furrow your eyebrows, glaring at the girl. You know the emotion you're currently feeling loud and clear: jealously.

Knowing how Kenma hates being social and would rather stay inside and play video games over anything else, your boyfriend is probably hating all the attention that he is currently getting from her. Hell, judging by the facial expression he has on it seems that he would rather be anywhere else than at that very spot.

Having dated him for a while now, you know the poor boy won't find it in him to be able to find the words to shut her down directly. That's where you come in.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down before you mindlessly do something you would regret. Walking towards the two, Kenma sees you and his eyes immediately light up, begging you to help him out of the situation.

Grabbing his hand more harsher than you meant, you immediately begin walking towards the cashier section while completely ignoring the girl right there.

"C'mon, babe. I'm done getting everything."

Kenma blushes at the venom in your tone. He could feel the jealousy radiating off you and honestly? It's rather hot.

But he can't help but be nervous about what's going to happen to him.

---

"P-Please! i'm s-sorry!" He lets out another sob as you hit all the right spots in him with your strap. Due to the sheer size of it, it fills him up almost too perfectly, making him whine and whimper underneath you as you continue to pound his insides.

Tears brim his eyes as you brutally fuck him stupid. All he can do is lay there as pleasure courses through his body in waves making him unable to do anything without being shocked with pleasure seconds later. He's a pillow princess, really, but oh do you love it.

Mere minutes if not seconds after you entered the shared apartment between you two do you already have him trapped on the bed underneath you, one of your biggest straps entering and exiting him easily and quickly due to prep. His top half is still covered by a hoodie as you were too focused on revealing his bottom half.

"Oh don't worry, baby." You clench your teeth. Your thighs are absolutely burning but you don't dare stopping for even a second. You remember how touchy the girl was being with Kenma and you speed up your thrusts even more, jealously fueling your adrenaline. "I know you're sorry. Just gotta make sure that the next time that girl sees you-," you start to say. "Well the next time anyone has their eye on you, they'll see the hickeys on your neck and decide to leave what what's mine alone."

A shiver runs down Kenma's spine as your possessiveness makes blood run far down his body. His hands make its way into your back, latching on and digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss from the slight pain it causes. The grip you have on his hips is hard enough to leave a mark but it allows you to easily fuck in and out of him and be able to control the pace.

"You're mine, yeah? No one else's. Mine."

He whimpers as a particular thrust of your strap has him arching his back and letting out a almost pornographic moan. Fuck, he looks absolutely breathtaking right now.

"Y-Yes- fuck! I'm y-yours."

You latch your teeth onto his neck and bite down, making Kenma mewl out from the slight pain. Making sure to leave a few more bite marks and love bites, you lick a few to soothe the pain. You don't care if they only stay for a few days, knowing you would leave more in the near future.

"Fuck- i'm close!"

With that information, you switch from quick, hard thrusts to slower, deeper ones that make Kenma's toes curl and eyes roll from the sheer pleasure he's feeling. He lets out another moan.

"Go on, baby. Cum for me, alright?"

And with that, Kenma lets loose. Whines, moans, and whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend stains the bed and his hoodie with cum. You continue slowly fucking him to ease him down from his high and Kenma whines from sensitivity when you pull out, leaving him to clench around nothing.

"Good boy," you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes red from the praise, almost as if you weren't fucking his brains out mere seconds ago. "You did so good for me." You're about to leave to clean him up until he grabs your arm, stopping you. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Um... w-what about you though?" It takes a moment for you to process his question but once you do, you can't help but smile.

"Aw sweetie," you coo, making him blush even harder at the new pet name. "Don't worry about me, I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

As you go and get a wet towel to clean him up, he reaches to his neck and gently touches the hickeys and bite marks you've left there. Though it hurts as he slowly presses down on a bruise and he has to stop himself from letting out a whimper, he can't help but smile, a dark blush adorning his cheeks.

He's yours.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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yandere felix

summary: basically just sub yandere lixie x dom reader

a/n: i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

There was never a time Felix could remember where he wasn’t in love with you

Ever since you were little with a childlike innocence, clinging to each other's sides and running around in the dirt and mud as little kids do

and your parents would joke about how one day you would get married

From the time where you’d stick out your tongue in disgust at the prospect, claiming that he had cooties and roll your eyes, groaning at your parents for being so weird,

all while he blushed shyly, hiding behind you and agreeing with every word you said

he was absolutely smitten with you in the adorable way children are

and as you grew older the dynamics simply stuck, 

he was shy and cute, hanging on for the ride while you surged into your elementary years.

clinging to your side all throughout grade school to the point where your teachers felt like they needed to separate the two of you

not that it made much of a difference if you weren’t in the same class though.

Constantly you were kicked out for sneaking into his class during school hours, sneaking in halfway through class, sitting beside him just outside of the teacher's view until you were inevitably caught with how loud the two of you were laughing

during break time you were off and out of the classroom in a matter of seconds, elated to see each other again after forever apart (in your little kid minds at least)

it never failed to surprise people the 180 Felix's personality did when he was around you.

always a soft-spoken gentle child, not speaking much out of turn but it was undeniable,

He laughed, he smiled, he joked. He seemed to be energized by your very presence

when you weren't together he’d be surrounded by kids who tried to be his friend but they never mattered. They were just a substitute for you until you were reunited 

He was your best friend in the entire word

And you were his

god forbid anyone who ever tried to bully or tease him 

the few who tried, cornering him in the courtyard, taunting him for hiding behind you all the time got what they deserved

A black eye and a broken bone or two. 

While you proudly sported your fair amount of bruising and a suspension from the school for ‘violence’ and 'bullying'

You argued, they didn't listen

"It was their fault though!"

And Felix nodded along,

getting himself suspended the very next day so that he could be with you

neither of your parents were quite happy but they’d long since stopped trying to separate you

It was an impossible task they’d found

you were inseparable

with enough nights finding that one of you would sneak out to meet the other they decided it was just best to allow it and let the two of you come through the front door

instead of Felix breaking his arm trying to scale the house into your open window

Then came high school

hormones got involved and bodily functions changed, feelings got weird and things were different

you began to see things differently. Began to see other people, discovered just how wide world was with so many experiences and people out there;

so many things to do and accomplish, so many things to see and touch and feel

but where you began to see others, when you began to see the world

all Felix ever saw was you

But his feelings weren’t as innocent as before.

They were different.

Looking at you made him feel all tingly and made his heart beat faster.

Your crooked smile made his cheeks burn red and when you grabbed his hand he swore he felt butterflies in his stomach

and to his shame he found that whenever you hugged him or wore his clothes it made certain things a little hard to deal with 

it was embarrassing and his little crush only grew and grew over the years

his jealously only burning brighter when he sees you hang out with anyone else

and then, to his horror you started dating.

He knew you never saw him the way he saw you.

Knew that while he looked at you like that, you were looking at someone else the same way

But he though that...

he didn't know what he thought

but to see you date someone else

He was your “best friend”, “Practically my brother!” You’d tell people and he’d smile along, acting as if it didn’t break something inside of him each time that you did

As if he didn’t love you so much it hurts

As if he didn’t think you were-are his soulmate, the most perfect thing on earth-no one else deserves you, no one could ever be enough for you

Not even him.

but he’s willing to die trying

Your ‘Best friend’

That cuts off any other friends he may have when you jokingly tell him that he's not spending enough time with you, isolating himself from the entire world,

your name the only thing in his head as he stares down at your contact waiting for you to message him. 

he's at your beck and call, whenever you want, him he's there no matter what.

just the sweetest thing ever, bringing you little gifts that reminded him of you, flowers and candy when you're sad, spending nights cuddled up in your arms because you didn't want to be alone, stars in his eyes as he hangs onto every word that you say.

but it's okay, because it's platonic right?

right?

Just platonic with how he has so many pictures of you, enough to fill an entire album

Just platonic the way he tries to rile you up and get you angry so that he can get videos of you yelling at him, calling him pathetic and dumb in your rage

Platonic with how he uses them to get off in the dark of night when it’s only him the sound of your voice filling his ears

the way he specifically watches porn with people that look like you and listens to those asmrs labelled ‘mommy takes care of baby boy’ or some shit with people that sound like you

Just platonic the way he watches so much of that shit and yet never loses his virginity

He wants to keep that for you

Only for you

Even if you have a 'boyfriend'

Even if that 'boyfriend' is an asshole and doesn't deserve you

It's just not fair that he gets to have you

All Felix wants to be under you, feeling you, hearing you moan and whisper dirty secrets to him

He wants you to corrupt him

Like you do to him.

He’s spent so many nights, ear against the wall as you fuck him right on the other side, touching himself to your words

The desire deep inside of him as his fingers fumbled to undo his pants, revealing an undeniable evidence of arousal—aching and throbbing with pent-up desire

For you

Only for you

Always for you

Trying to moan so quietly to hear every little word, every little pant fallen from your lips

Squeezing his eyes shut, imagining you were talking to him, you were stroking his cock, calling him a dirty slut

“Are you enjoying this you little perv?”

“C’mon, be a good boy and beg for it.”

“You’re such a slut.”

“Doing so good for me, such a good boy~”

Fuck

That’s the side of you he’s oh so in love with

When your tone shifts to a purr, something so irresistible leaking into every word. 

Or when it’s a mean growl, disgust dripping from every syllable, venom sounding like the sweetest melody in his ears

He can picture the way that you would lick over your lips like you were about to devour him whole

Picture you standing over him, making him feel so small

He’d reach down and lace his fingers with yours, face bright with a blush, looking up with angel eyes,

ready to do anything, beg for your attention, plead for your affection, get down on his knees for a single touch

the way your hands brush over his cheeks, lingering on his perfect features and his cute little heart shaped freckle

tracing over his pretty lips before pressing your fingers into his mouth, down onto his tongue, listening to the way he’d moan, warbled speech asking for more

because he’s greedy and he’s selfish and he wants it all

wants all of you and wants you to have all of him

and he knows that it would never be enough. That he loves you so much, wants so much of you it would never be enough until he was so close nothing could tell apart the two of you

Until he could crawl into your skin, be safe and warm with you

And it could still never be enough.

But this. It’s enough. For now.

Enough in this stolen moment of indulgence, a euphoric solace imagining himself intertwined with you, hearing your voice and for a fleeting second it’s not through a wall, it’s not to someone else. It’s to him

a brief transient escape from his yearning and desperation for you, a moment where his head goes hazy and he tastes colours and sees sounds and feels you touching him

A moment where he feels like his sanity is slowly cracking apart under everything before reality comes crashing back in waves of guilt and longing.

with his fingers coated in his own cum and your name whispered like a prayer on his pretty lips and his chest aching with the want to be in your arms

When you formally introduce your 'boyfriend' to Felix the first time

he swears he has never felt such hate for another person

A boiling, searing, horrific dislike

The want for this guy to get his hands off your hips and get out of your life.

You were honestly confused at his behaviour

never have you seen your best friend so...angry or mean

scoffing whenever that asshole spoke, rolling his eyes and making pointed but passive aggressive remarks that he tried to play off as jokes

(They were anything but jokes)

it was so out of character for his usual soft and cheery self you were baffled, having no idea what was wrong with him

until Felix makes an odd remark about he's sure that this guy will never be able to make you feel good, "too prideful and selfish with a small-"

you pull him to the side, grabbing onto his arm so hard it leaves angry red marks

that he'll probably end up jerking off to later

you practically hiss at him, glaring at him as you tell him off

saying that you have no idea what’s going on with him but he needs to stop it.

That he's your boyfriend and you'd really love it if your best friend could support you

He swears he could’ve almost cried from that. From you defending that asshole, taking his side instead of Felix’s

The only reasonable explanation is that the guy is toxic, he’s manipulating you, he’s bad for you and no one else can see it except for Felix

It seems like he’s in a haze for the rest of the night.

Civil but not really there. Nodding along animatedly, not looking in his direction for the rest of the night

He would swear he was still in that haze when he pulled your 'boyfriend' to the side as he was about to leave, after you had just left out the door, Felix calling behind you that he just wanted to have a quick word with him

in a haze as he threatens him, telling him he needs to stay away from you or else

-or else what?

He’s still in his ‘haze’ still, two nights later when Felix finds out that he never did

You’re so confused when he doesn’t show up for your date. Never texts or calls you back. When you get told from another friend that he ended up moving away for some unnamed reason.

Felix calls you and when you don't pick up he gets nervous and decides to show up at your place

To find you crying and heartbroken over that fucker.

He never deserved you.

Felix knew that

But he comforts you still, he lets you cry on his shoulder

He buys you ice cream and take-out and puts on a movie for you to watch

He lets you lay against him until it's the middle of the night

the room is dark except for the glow of the tv screen, the light illuminating your face to him as you lace your fingers with his

"Felix?"

It feels so odd for you to call him that, and not Lixie or Fefe like you normally do

"Yeah?"

Even odder to hear you say it in such a serious tone.

"Can I do something?"

he looks at you and you look at him

his eyes are wide, cheeks dusted pink

before you lean in and press your lips against his stupidly pretty ones

and in the dark of midnight, with a horrendously stupid comedy movie you insisted watching playing in the back,

He lets you use him

He lets you take his virginity-it was always yours after all, along with his heart and his body and his soul

No matter how rough you are, he takes it all with a moan and a cry for more

Fefe lets you take everything out on him. Every dark desire, all your stress and all your pain poured into making him cry beneath you

And with you on top of him, calling him a good boy, telling him he’s so fucking good for you he melts

He breaks

He cries

He holds back his tongue and doesn’t let spill every little feeling he has for you, how long he’s waited for you, how much he wants you and needs you and adores you

How you’re everything to him.

And you kiss away his tears and he kisses away yours

For tonight he’s yours.

Yours, yours, yours,

No one else’s.

You make him feel things he didn’t know his body was capable of feeling

Playing with his nipples and his dick, licking over his skin with a moan like he's the best thing that you've ever tasted

And when he feels on the cusp of insanity he laces your fingers with his and bring you in for a soft kiss,

so unlike anything else that’s happened tonight

so unlike the rough, borderline cruel way that you fuck him

But in the eye of the storm there’s a kind of quiet

gentle and soft, your lips against his. He swears he can feel your heart beating through your hand.

It’s everything he wants to say, everything he can’t say poured into it

And then you pull away and he whines and you smirk.

He sees heaven and hell and stars behind his eyelids and decides that you’re more important than all of them. 

He sees the marks he leaves on your skin and the marks you leave on his in turn

He feels euphoria and bliss beyond what he thought was possible. Beyond any porn he’d watch and any times he’d touched himself to thoughts of you-he never thought feeling this good was possible

You tug his head back by his hair, slotting your face beside his to whisper in his ear.

“You’re fucking mine, do you hear me Lix? Mine.”

As if he's ever been anything else.

He always has been. He always will be.

“Yours, only yours.”

As if anyone else could have him now. As if you hadn’t ruined him for anyone else. No one could make him feel the way you did and he was not interested in even looking.

Yours.

He never wants to stop

Never wants to stop feeling like this

Feeling like he’s yours and only yours and you’re his and only his

If he could die in this moment, with you he would die a happy man.

He falls asleep in your arms, curled up into your chest

your bodies sweat-soaked and your tired pants filling the room 

you hold him and he swears he’s never been happier in his entire life.

With you.

The next morning you’ve left a note.

You went back home to stay with your parents for a bit and didn’t want to disturb him when you left, but he’s free to stay however long he wants, the keys are on the counter for him to lock up when he leaves

He wishes he could say that he only stayed for breakfast and a shower but that would be a lie

He doesn’t leave for a long time

Because he’s in your bed, surrounded by your scent, covered in your marks from the night before, only able to remember the things that happened between you two

And all of that makes him so hard

He buries his head into your pillow and tries to imagine-remember

He buries his head into your pillow and remembers everything you did to him. Every word he worships in his head, every touch he tries to replicate

Shame fills him as he humps your pillow, unable to stop himself.

As he digs through your dirty laundry, stealing dirty underwear that he uses to get off too

It’s not you, but it’s close enough

He spends way too long in your apartment, doing things that fill him with shame and guilt and desire

How could he not though? With his body still tingling from your touch. 

With his fingers still tracing over the marks you left on his body.

The marks that slowly fade throughout the day.

Marks that he wished he could ask you to replace.

And when you come back you act as if nothing happened. 

You act as if you haven’t touched every part of his body. 

As if you haven’t left marks all over him.

As if you know he isn’t completely and utterly obsessed with you.

As if you hadn’t made him promise to be yours.

But you never promised to be his.

It’s okay.

He’s okay with just being your best friend

With being the shoulder to cry on and the one you come home to after another guy that you liked suddenly doesn’t want to be around you

They’re all temporary. He’s here to stay.

He’s your Lixie, your Fefe

That’s all that matters.

He’ll be your best friend that’s around just a little too often,

That does just a little too much,

That warms your bed a little too many times to be just friends.

But you don’t wanna cross that line.

So it's okay.

As long as you're okay with the people you go out with disappearing after a short while

he may be complacent with the fact that you date someone else but he's not about to let them stay for long

And deep down you know what's going on

you aren't stupid, you don't miss the way he looks at the people you date, you didn't miss the mysterious red stain on his shirt after you got ghosted for the hundredth time

but when he lays in your lap, stretched out like a cat, looking so adorably harmless...

Does it really need to be addressed?

It's okay.

For you.

It's...okay.

For him.

He has something.

You have something.

Even if he really wants love. When he wants to be held and taken care of.

Wants to be told that you love him

Wants to be kissed on the forehead and told that he's the only one for you, that there's no one else.

No one else but him.

No matter that it's a lie and that you've told him all of that before.

a/n: is this kinda shit? yeah but i have such bad writer's block rn and probably won't post for awhile after this so i just wanted to post this now, it's my birthday so i'm going home to spend time w family

i might end up doing a fluffier (if you could even call it that?) version if you guys want it

my taglist is here if you wanna be added: @hobihearteu, @lemonhongjoong, @laylasbunbunny, @xcookiemonsteerr, @arlojulien-nightchild-of-hades, @hahagay, @lino-jagiyaa, @missrobyn81, @maru-matt, @goblinracha (i think this is everyone that wanted to be tagged?)

18+ Minors DNI

Felix who:

Will sit between your legs, resting his head on your inner thighs, looking up at you with the sweetest, widest, begging eyes.

Who loves to be called kitten or baby, shivering and purring whenever you call him either one. 

Who keens and melts if you whisper it into his ear, voice slightly raspy.

Who tries so hard to be a brat, wanting to be punished like one but at the end of the day all you have to do is look at him with stern eyes and a disapproving glare and suddenly he’s on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

Who claims he doesn’t like it when you mark him up. Whines out for you to stop when you begin to kiss up his neck but makes no effort to push you away or do anything else to get you to stop.

Who looks at himself in the mirror the next day, admiring the pretty purple splotches on his throat, tracing over them delicately with a finger before pressing down, letting out a helpless whimper at the ache of it.

Who likes to wear lacy panties with short skirts, purposely dropping something so he can bend over right in front of you, granting you a front row seat up the tiny strips of fabric that can barely be qualified as a skirt.

Who will wear those lacy panties and short skirts out into public along with a crop-top when he goes out with you, teasing you all throughout the day until you reach up his skirt and stroke his thigh.

Who drags you to a bathroom or closet, no regards for the public anymore as his moans and mewls fill the room.

Felix.

No cause Cy YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. Those pictures you used for the Felix fic, perfect. Literally his hair is so long and fluffy I just wanna lay him down and bite at his thighs while he throws his pretty head back from my praise OR OR I wanna pull his pretty hair while he's slobbering and whimpering all over my strap🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️ HIS LONG HAIR JUST>>

NO BC ME TOO-I WAS SEEING EDITS EVERYWHERE WITH THOSE

the unspeakable, atrocious things i would do to that man😩-ESPECIALLY WITH THAT FLUFFY HAIR🙏

i wanna tease him and make him cry in front of a mirror, telling him to only look at his reflection while playing with his nipples and cock. overstimulating and edging him interchangably over and over until he's squirming, hands pawing, little hiccupy gasps coming from him.

"c-can't take it anymore, plea-please, can't t-take anymore~" in the smallest, most broken voice e v e r😩

grabbing him by his hair and forcing him to look back at his reflection every time he tries to look away, still going despite his pathetic little pleas.

yandere han jisung:

summary: basically just sub yandere jisung x dom reader

a/n: i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

Once he’s got his eyes set on you, there’s no other option

Whether you like it or not, whether you hate him (dunno how you could tho) or love him, it doesn’t matter

Because baby’s determined now, he’s desperate and obsessive and willing to do whatever it takes

He wants you to be just as obsessed with him as he is with you

Hannie will do anything to get your attention,

He’s not the type to silently stalk, he’ll loudly insert himself into your life

And before you even know what’s going on, he’s everywhere 

friends with your friends, coming to all the group hangouts and movie nights 

He’s getting coffee from the same place you do, offering to pay for your coffee-insisting really

He begins to frequent your workplace, might even go as far as to try to get a job there too so that he can see you everyday 

And little by little, he’s taking over it all, taking up your hobbies so that he can talk to you about them

joining your gym,

coincidentally making friends with your family members-who you never remember mentioning by name

It’s like he’s everywhere you go

and weirdly enough, it’s not as annoying as you’d imagine it to be

because he’s just so sweet and even though it is a little weird, there’s no way someone as adorable as him could ever be creepy

no way the sweet boy that takes turns with your buying each others coffee each day, chirping “Good morning Noona!” Every day when he sees you, face lighting up with pure joy whenever you come into contact with him

there is no way that he’s creepy

Leading up to him asking you out he gets you little gifts that slowly escalate in size, 

Small snacks, then flowers, then trinkets that reminded him of you, an outfit that he think you’ll look gorgeous in (not that you’re ever anything but gorgeous in his eyes), 

he works up, the gifts getting grander and grander, more expensive as well, escalating to jewelry and designer clothing and bags, things that you can hardly accept, but Han insists that you do, never letting you give back a single thing

(there's also the journal thing here-from the 🐟anon, that i cannot fit into here but absolutely HAVE to mention)

And when he finally asks you to be his partner,

he looks so sincere, telling you that he loves you more than anything and promising that you don’t have to feel the same way yet-he’s not pressuring you to feel something you don’t (yet) but he just wants you to let him love you

And it’s not like you could say no-much less that you would even want to

Once you’re dating, Han doesn’t think that life can get any better, this is what he’s been dreaming of, this is his idea of heaven

Babygirl will do anything and everything for you, at your beck and call, happily willing to answer every little wish,

all just so you’ll look at him with a smile and cup his cheek or play with his hair while calling him a good boy-your good boy

he’s just sosososososoososo in love with you, 

looks at you with hearts in his eyes, as if you hung the stars in the sky and molded the world with your bare hands—as far as he’s concerned, you are his world, his universe, you own his heart and the will to do whatever you want to do to it,

even if you don’t know it yet.

you’re his religion, his god, a higher being that he lives only to please

you’re the one that he’ll get down on his knees for and worship

in whichever way you want that to mean😏

speaking of which though, Hannie would let you do absolutely anything to him,

There’s nothing off-limits or too far, your wants are his wants, your pleasure is his pleasure

And whether it’s the sadistic kind that wants to tie him up and edge him for hours on end, 

or degrade and overstimulate him to tears until he cannot formulate a single coherent word, 

Or more often than not it’s the soft kind that wants to praise him and give him soft kisses, let him ride you while telling him how pretty he is, 

call him a good boy while he’s on a leash at your feet, clad in pretty lingerie for your eyes only

He especially loves it when you call him yours

Your anything, really

Your baby, your good boy, your sweet thing, 

your puppy, your baby boy and your whore 

Your slut, just for you, all for you

He swears his heart skips a beat, body burning up with heat when you touch him, reminding him over and over again

Yours, yours, yours,

no one else can make him feel as good as you do, no one can make him cum as hard or make him lose his damn mind like you do

Yes,

he assures you, clutching at your back, nails digging into your skin as he whimpers out the words

Yes, yes, yes

Only you, no one else, he wouldn’t dream of it, couldn’t even think of it

His legs squeeze around your hips, moans reaching a crescendo as he cums, eyes rolling back, drooling and messy,

whispering the words over and over again like a broken record on repeat

Yours.

Han loves aftercare like no tomorrow,

Cuddling up, curling into your chest and falling quickly asleep is the best feeling in the entire world to him

If you clean him up or bring him water, begin to run a bath for the two of you he’ll completely melt

You’re just so good to him. How could he ever deserve you?

Deserve to be the one lying with his back against your chest, warm water lapping at his skin,

soft gentle hands in his hair, careful not to get any soap into his eyes, 

fingers against his skin, praising and affirming,

So pretty,

so handsome,

so amazing,

Mine.

Shivers run down his spine and he’ll look up at you with wide, wondrous eyes

He doesn’t deserve you.

Doesn’t deserve this.

Not your touch or your love or to be the one with you

But it’s everything to him-you’re everything to him and he’ll be damned if he ever let’s anyone or anything take that away from him

By this point there’s no breaking up with him, it’s simply not possible because once his hooks are in there’s no getting them out

You’re stuck

If you attempt to though you’ll get dramatics to no end

He’s sending you gifts like no tomorrow, begging for forgiveness, promising that he’ll change for you, offering up everything you could every want on a silver platter

texting pictures of himself that he knows you can’t resist, in lingerie and collars and thigh highs and skirts. 

videos of himself jerking off, voice messages of whimpering with squelching in the back, sobbing that he can’t do this without you, 

he belongs to you. 

you own him now and even if you think you've moved on, even if you think that you’re done with him, 

you're not really.

You can’t be

Babygirl’s convinced that you’re the one for him and there’s no way he’s gonna let you go that easily

Not that you’d really ever want to, that of course is just a hypothetical, because why would you ever want to leave him?

But it is fun to play with him a little-of course we all like to be a bit mean sometimes

Plus, he has the prettiest tears you could ever imagine

Eyes wide and glassy, face red as he begs and begs and begs, telling you that he’s the one for you, that he can’t live without you

Eventually all throughout it he’ll inevitably end up getting hard and subconsciously grinding again the closest thing

Which just happens to be your leg

How can you not forgive him then? Or even think of anything else for that matter?

anything except for how he’s rutting against you so desperately, pathetic whines and wanton pleas along with a few more of those pretty tears,

humping you like a bitch in heat, chasing his high with a reckless abandon

He gets really jealous really easily too though so it’s really not hard for him to be convinced that you’re leaving him

He sees you talk to one other person and has already convinced himself that you’ve been having a torrid love affair with them and you’re are planning to dump his ass tonight so that you can run away with them

and he’ll never be able to see you again🙁

Cue possessive baby

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, glaring at the person and simply asking them to leave

He’s not above a little pda to get them heading off on their way, in fact, he actively enjoys partaking in such activities 

Not a single ounce of shame as he pulls you into a heated kiss, letting out exaggerated moans and whines all the while

To be honest, he’d probably be completely fine with you bending him over the table right in front of the person, little perv would probably enjoy the audience if anything

and be ready to find out the poor person that tried to hit on you at the bar the night before has mysteriously gone missing

Letting out a deep sigh you switch the channel to a different one, looking at the sheepish boy sitting in your lap, so close he’s practically on top of you. “you said you wouldn't do it again, hannie."

"i'm sorry!" he pouts, "but you know that they were getting too close to you! i can't just let people steal you from me!"

you pull him close, nipping at his jaw playfully before landing one hard one, he yelps but the sound melts into a moan. "no one's gonna take me from you sungie, i'm yours and you're mine." 

he turns back to you, an indignant pout still on his lips, making him look so adorably precious. "i wouldn't blame them if they were though. you're so amazing, you wouldn't want you? if i didn't have you the-"

you have to cut him off with a kiss before he starts, before he begins to talk in detail of all of the horrible yet oddly romantic things he'd do in order to win your love.

"there's no need to speculate now baby, you have me already," you tap his nose, smiling at him in a way that has his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

he makes a hmph sound but eats up the attention, asking you to kiss his neck again.

he absolutely adores hickeys and marks, bruises and ‘mementos’ (as he fondly calls them) on his skin, 

The physical evidence of what you do to him drives him insane

Loves the ache the next day, the slight limp and dull pain whenever he sits down, the soreness of his jaw and rasp in his throat

His thighs are so soft and plush and sensitive, so much fun to bite and tease, watching all the while he descends into a gasping mess

He’ll proudly show off hickeys on his neck, purposely wear clothing that’ll highlight them, making sure that everyone knows your business

Especially loves handprints on his neck, begs for you to choke him just so he can look at the mark in the mirror the next morning

And you better bet that as soon as they’re even remotely fading he’s throwing himself across your lap at the end of the day

Lifting his head, putting his neck covered in barely-there bruises on display

It really doesn’t matter what you’re doing at the moment, that’s not important

Not as important as your Sungie at least<3

a/n: i am going to make this a series with all of skz, doing them all separately. i am wondering if i should make a different taglist for this series but idk yet

yandere chan

summary: once again, basically sub yandere chan x dom reader hcs

a/n: there is many stalkerish topics and toxic behaviours in this (so read at your own risk), there is also mentions that could be read as a strap or the real thing-whichever you prefer

i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

Did you notice Chan from the very beginning?

probably, yeah.

he made himself very apparent as the shy, cute, guy in a few of your classes. the boy next door typa vibes

you were friends with a bunch of his friends, he was friends with a bunch of your friends, so you knew of him though you never really hung out with him in any type of one-on-one kind of situation

was he completely gorgeous and so very adorable and look so entirely fuckable?

yeah. yeah he did.

but that was just it, you wanted to approach him, ask him out, bring him home at the end of the night

but he seemed too...innocent, too naive, too virgin-y

the golden boy

and you didn't want to corrupt that

you didn't realize how completely wrong you were until later on

completely unaware of the fact that he's had your entire schedule memorized from the get-go

that the reason anyone you've talked to never called you back and avoided you if you saw them again was because of Chan

he isn't the type to ask you out, babyboy's too shy and self-conscious for that,

instead he'll stalk and watch and hope that you'll get the clue soon enough

as he waits he'll probably steal your things, little trinkets, clothing like hoodies and shirts, perhaps some underwear if he's feeling extra confident

but he always feels really bad when he takes those

he has photos upon photos in his camera roll of you. enough to make a folder labelled just your name

most of them are not even remotely sexual,

some of you laughing with your friends-stolen from your friends's instagram account, from your instagram account

some of you smiling widely with your classmates

some that have been group pictures that his friends have sent to him

some of them he's taken himself, secretly snapping a few when you're not aware

he has so many, his own personal collection of just you and as gross as he feels when he does it-he'll look at them and get off

he can't touch himself, never does. he feels too dirty to do that, feels dirty and guilty about the entire situation altogether

but sees you and he just can't help himself

can't help but imagine how good you'd look standing over him, telling him what to do.

making him hump your leg

it so humiliating, so revealing and degrading as you look down at him unimpressed, the disappointment in your eyes making him whimper

you'd pet him too, pushing his hair back

"such a dirty dog; getting off on my leg like you're in heat, you poor thing~"

you'd tease him and make fun of him, bully him until he cums, melting against your leg out of breath

a mess all over your leg

you'd click your tongue at him, rolling your eyes before forcing his head down to lick up his mess

the fantasy gets so intense sometimes he feels like it's really happening

he's so hard and needy, body aching to be touched but too guilty to do it

so his go-to is humping his pillows or his bed. your clothes a victim with either his face buried into the fabric, smelling your perfume or your cologne or your natural scent

or he fucks into the clothing, obsessing over the thought of you catching him in the act

his face flushed, guilt stewing in his gut, eyes locked on yours. even if they're only through the screen of his phone

he begs and begs and begs to the phantom of you, his lust-addled brain conjuring up images, fake realities that aren't real to feed into his delusions that he could be yours.

it's only when you go on a date with someone that he decides he needed to do something

a guy from your class. decently handsome and looked kind of like Chan when you squinted slightly

it would all look the same, really, in the dark of your room as you made him moan under your hands.

the date goes well. but maybe that's because he has an aussie accent and when you look just beside his ear you can pretend it's someone else

you end the night a good note too, kissing him on the cheek and making him promise that you'll go out again sometime

Channie does not like that

he's been watching all night, hatred boiling in his gut, glaring hole into the guy's head, wishing that he'd drop down dead in the middle of the restaurant

he threatens him as soon as you're inside, telling him that he needs to leave you alone or else

spoiler alert: it doesn't work and you go out with him again

and again

Chan doesn't like that. not one bit.

you get upset when you're stood up by him for the first time after only three dates, checking your phone every few seconds as you sit in your apartment, waiting for him to pick you up

he never does

you call him and text him but he doesn't reply

awhile later you see that he blocked you on everything

he never does talk to you again and you wonder why

for the rest of the night you sulk, heading to a nearby bar, having a few drinks until someone taps you on the shoulder

turning around to find Chan smiling sheepishly

asking if you need some company for the night

you accept, eagerly ordering a few more so that he can catch up to you

which ends up with him getting extremely drunk

turns out he has a very low alcohol tolerance. it also turns out that he becomes extremely horny when he's drunk

extremely drunk, extremely horny and extremely happy

because it's the night Chan finally gets what he's been wanting for such a long time.

panting and clutching at your shoulders in the dark corner of the bar, sloppily making out with you

whimpering about how he's dreamed about this for years, muttering between kisses how he can't believe this is happening

opening his legs for you in such a public place-you briefly wonder if you were wrong about him being innocent all this time

until he tells you that he is a virgin, not that he hasn't had offers, it's just that he wanted to save it for you

he wanted you and only you to take his innocence,

to hell if it's in a dirty pub right next to the toilets, if there are eyes watching him-watching you, that you're as drunk as he is and still sad about being ghosted

it needs to be now

he cries with every thrust of you inside of him, his walls clenching making it harder for you

every little touch feels like it's overloading his senses, making his head feel fuzzy and the room feel spinny

and while it might be the alcohol that's causing it, it also might be the need he's had ever since the first time he saw you

the want and the desperation and the high he feels after everything he's done, it's finally happening

he whispers a lot of things to you that night

things that scare you, things that turn you on, things that make you angry at him and things that make you wanna ruin him even more

he confesses every one of his dirty secrets to you

he asks you then if you could still love him after all this, if you would still want him

and to his surprise, you don't get that angry, you do however, expect him to make up for his...wrongdoings

babyboy spends months at your beck and call, doing whatever you please whenever you please

trying to prove himself to you, that after all he's done he deserves to be with you

making him doing humiliating things like wearing a vibrator to your date

fiddling with the controls as he squirms in his seat, trying to hold it in long enough to order his meal albeit stuttering and tripping over his words the whole time

having him wear lingerie under his clothes when he goes out to hang with his friends, the lace hugging his body tight-a remanent of you even if you're not there

and even though you don't ask him to he shows up at your apartment every morning, with flowers or gifts or a compliment ready on his lips, offering to drive you wherever you need

sends you texts throughout the day, informing you of every little thing with an adorable kind of elation

you'd forgiven him long ago, if you'd ever even been mad at him to begin with,

it was just cute watching him stumble around trying to fulfill your every wish

though that still doesn't change when you finally make things official

he probably cries when you ask him to be your boyfriend, he just can't help it, he loves you so, so, so much

Even if his definition of love being a tad overbearing,

he definitely changes a bit when you're actually dating

a little bit more possessive, a little bit more clingy mixed in with a dash of paranoia whenever you’re around someone else that isn’t him

a lot of his shyness goes away when he's with you, ready to do whatever it takes to have your attention on him, willing to do anything that you tell him to

focusing on the former:

He really just can’t help but imagine how you’d look with them

You wouldn’t be happier with them, would you?

No, you love him, you love HIM

not them, not your coworker or best friend, not any one of his band mates or some random person you met at a social gathering

It’s Chan that you love

He’ll stay quiet sometimes, he knows that you need people in your life other than him. he knows that he can’t satisfy every one of your needs that all of these other people do

But that doesn’t make him stop wishing that he could

he tolerates most people (mostly because of your scoldings and punishments when he hasn't) but he still can't help the rage that comes when he sees someone actively trying to get into your pants-ESPECIALLY if they KNOW you're with Chan

of which he will 'encourage' them to leave you alone later on

though he'd really rather not have to do that. it gets kind of messy and you always get angry with him afterwards

so it's good that he's okay with most people,

it doesn’t stop his possessiveness or clinginess but at least he's not going tooooo overboard

If you’re shorter than him he’ll come up behind you and wrap you in a big bear hug, arms around your waist, face in your neck, peppering kisses all over your skin

If you’re taller than him he’ll have no problem pushing himself into your arms, 

coming up in front of you and hugging you, taking your arms and throwing them other his shoulders

“Pay attention to meeee~”

face still in your neck, kisses still all over your skin,

No shits given for pda or how the person you were talking to beforehand is reacting at him cutting off the conversation,

and if you happen to giggle or laugh at his antics his heart will skip a beat, face growing warm with the sound, encouraged once again, to do it the next time this happens

There is very little that will dissuade him even if you don't like it

if you don’t like it he won’t pick up subtle cues or discomfort, 

or more like he’ll PRETEND that he doesn’t get them

You’ll have to be straight up and tell him if you really want him to stop

He’ll give you the saddest, most hurt puppy dog eyes but will reluctantly listen to your wishes

he can never bring himself to do something that will hurt you or make you upset in any way

Afterwards when you get home is where that jealousy comes pouring out

jumping you the second you’re in the door,

the only time babyboy will ever purposely brat out, he’ll welcome any punishment you give as long as it’s you paying attention to him

Not anyone else

Would actually die if you ignored him

That’s out of the question for punishments,

he could never take you pleasuring yourself while he’s tied up across the room, 

he would probably cry and not in the way that either of you like

he doesn’t care how hard you hit, how mean you are, how torturous your punishments are,

ignoring him is a no-no

And bringing someone else into any part of your relationship is too

Sexual or otherwise

The thought of someone else touching your skin, making you moan in the way he does, also makes him want to die.

End of story

If you try to bring it up at all he’d probably just ignore you, give you silent treatment until you apologize 

And then make you PROMISE-PROMISE, PROMISE, PROMISE that it’ll never happen

That he’s the only one you’ll ever be with

Again, sexual or otherwise

but he wouldn't be against it if you were to say, fuck him in front of someone he was jealous of

having the other person watch as you praise him, giving him a slow handjob

his head going into overdrive as he makes pretty noises, all with the knowledge that this person would never get to be in his position, only a watcher to what Chan gets and they don't

He loves you so much and loves the way you make him feel

he gets quickly obsessed with that sense of freedom that you can give him

He’s stressed and overworked, locking himself in his studio for who knows how long, 

starving himself for who knows how long

At the end of a long week he’s all pent up and tired, barely able to stand up on his own two feet and make complete sentences

Much less take control during sex

And more often than not when he comes home after said long week he’s in subspace the second he hears your voice,

quite literally from the second he steps inside the door he just feels himself slipping, overtaking his head with every step he takes, pushing himself deeper and deeper

He just wants to curl up in your arms and let you take care of him, force his mind somewhere else

jerk him off and call him puppy, anything you want, anything at all

He absolutely loves to be called puppy or babyboy, he really doesn’t know which one more because either will have the same effect

Mostly it’ll be paired with him calling you mommy or daddy

he's not big on master or mistress, ma'm or sir just because they don't have the same amount of comfort mommy or daddy has

It makes him feel safe and warm and cared for 

Even if you are edging him for the sixth time tonight with no reprieve in sight 

He’s a bit of a pillow princess but that’s okay because he looks so pretty just laying there and taking whatever you give him

He loves the control you take from him, forcing the decisions out of his hands, your rules becoming the only thing he cares about,

that floaty feeling in his head when you strip him of all of his responsibilities and anxieties

Your comforting hand and sweet praises,

the knowing that he can fall into it and leave the overwhelming reality of his world with you right there to take care of him

He no doubt uses his submission, subspace and sex as a whole really as coping mechanism for when everything becomes too much

Which is unfortunately more often than not, can make things overwhelming for both parties

It’s not very healthy but he thinks that it’s mostly him that’s being affected in a negative way 

He doesn’t account for exactly how much of a toll it can be on you as well 

He probably won’t notice either until you outright tell him, sit him down and give it pointblank

He feels horrible when and if you finally do though

But he is a bit selfish

So I doubt many serious changes will be made, if any at all

If things do change, don’t expect them to stay that way long, slowly enough that you might not even realize it everything will fall right back into the place it was before

he does give really good aftercare though, wrapping his arms around you, ignoring how tired he is to ask if you need anything

even if he's practically braindead, his legs still shaking he's trying to clean you up, trying to wave you off with weak hands

he gets really sleepy but doesn't like to actually sleep, instead he likes to lazily talk to you, words slurred, voice low and heavy

about anything, everything

most of the reason he doesn't want to sleep is because he never wants this moment to end

him in your arms, his head on your chest, your lips leaving soft kisses all over his forehead and hairline

telling him you love him

he swears his heart will burst out of his chest

this is all he's ever wanted

all he's ever dreamed of

to be with you

a/n: okay after this one i'm going to do lixie and then maybe hyunjin...? i'm not fully sure yet after felix's but yeah, hope you enjoyed!

--if you get tagged, or see this again that's because this is a repost because it got put under the community label before even a full day was up

taglist is open now here if you wanna be added: @hobihearteu, @shincode, @lemonhongjoong, @laylasbunbunny, @xcookiemonsteerr, @arlojulien-nightchild-of-hades, @hahagay, @lino-jagiyaa, @missrobyn81

You know whats cool? Subby men

You know whats better? Yandere subby men

you know whats even better? Two yandere competitive subby men who are equally desperate for your attention that they have contests against eachother to prove to their mommy/mistress that they are so much better than the other and they deserve all your attention >:)

😦

idk why but i'm imagining hannie and hyunjin with this (maybe bc they're the most needy boys in my head😔)

them constantly trying to one up each other, trying to pick out the prettier lingerie, make themselves look better, tease you to the point where you'd fuck them but not punish them, trying to get with you while the other's out.

even going maliciously as far as to steal the other's phone and block your number, send your calls to voicemail. sabotaging the other with slashed tires so they'd miss their date with you, spill food or drinks on the other's clothing and ruin it.

though they'd never go as far as to hurt each other-they know that you'd be so sad and disappointed and they would hate that more than anything in the world

so in short, they'd be desperate and oh so pathetic in the fight for your attention.

seeing who can do the most romantic (?) gesture (in order to get railed by you)

hyunjin leaving out filthy little drawings he's made of just you and him, books with certain (naughty) pages dog-eared, little notes between paragraphs and sentences annotating as a way of describing the things he wants you to do to him, circling positions and highlighting sentences of dirty dialougue.

hannie leaving you small gifts in the form of sex toys and others of the type, he has enough money and is determined to spend it on buttplugs and cockrings, pretty outfits for either you or him to wear. pictures as well, of himself in compromising positions, urging you to go wherever he is to show him how much you appreciate them.

they delight in getting fucked when the other isn't-in fact they've agreed that they don't want to do shared scenes together entirely for that reason-begging you to take photos or videos of the entire lewd thing and send it to the other.

or even better, getting you to fuck them when the other is out and for them to walk in in the very middle:

hyunjin bent over the cold surface of the kitchen counter. having teased you with wearing absolutely nothing under his apron while making a romantic dinner for you and him to enjoy during date night (the food is burnt and pretty much inedible at this point but that doesn't matter bc he's getting his back blown out). it hadn't helped that he was playing his music, swaying along to the beat, singing along to the words as you sat at the kitchen table, fondly (and hornily) watching him before your patience finally snapped.

he's long gone, crying out your name and covered in evidence your love by the time hannie comes in after a long day of playing video games with felix and lee know, walking in on the entire scene:

hyunjin moaning so loud he could hear it from the front door. his hands gripping uselessly at the countertop while your fingers are threaded through his hair, pulling on it so hard his scalp burns but it's okay because he loves it. doing it all so you can lift his head up and whisper filth into his ear. thrusting into him so hard he swears he can see stars...and see when han walks in, giving him a triumphant smirk before you give an even harder thrust and his eyes roll back.

or,

coming home with a drunk and handsy han-you being equally drunk and handsy after a long night at the bar. he'd been teasing you all night long with a skirt and some thigh-highs, acting on his very best behaviour. that of course meaning that once he's had a single sip of any kind of drink his hands are never leaving your skin and his lips are even looser from the alcohol. he spends all night whispering (which isn't really whispering) dirty scenarios all night long, pleading with you to take him to the bathroom and use him-"quickly-so, so quickly mommy," he pants "jus-just in and out, i'll cum so fast for you, i'll be so so so so good~"

and god forbid that poor uber driver that took you home at the end of the night, having to listen to all of his drunken fantasies and sinful imagery (turns out he's pretty poetic when he's drunk).

coming in and disturbing hyunjin who sits on the couch reading his book by your body pressing han against the wall facing him, kissing and biting anywhere your lips can find purchase. the boy moaning loudly into your ear as his legs wrap around your hips, begging to have your cock/strap buried inside of him, telling you how much he needs to be filled up, he needs it so so so bad. and lastly, before you carry him over, disappearing into his room, han seeming to sober up just enough to smirk at hyunjin.

I’ve had this thought in my head for a while but I don’t really know how to put it to words, so I apologize if this doesn’t make any sense 😞🙏💔

Imagine Jisung on his knees under your desk, cockwarming you with his mouth as you’re on a call with Felix and Minho, playing some games with them on your computer. He’s fully naked, his hands balled up into fists as he resists the urge to touch his wet pussy. He’s pressing his thighs together so he’s able to get some kind of friction, but it’s just not enough for him.

Everytime you jump in your seat, your cock (real or fake, doesn’t matter) goes deeper in his throat, causing him to gag. Felix and Minho notices the sounds, and thought nothing of it at first, but as they continued hearing the gagging sounds coming from over on your end, they quickly understood what was happening.

They questioned you about those noises, and you didn’t bother to lie and cover it up. You told them what exactly you were making Han do. Han got wetter and wetter, knowing that Felix and Minho now knew what he was doing.

Felix and Minho couldn’t help but slowly get hard imagining Jisung under your desk and gagging on your cock. They wished that they were in your position, or maybe…in Han’s position.

You look down at Han. His eyes were brimmed with tears from the constant gagging, drool slipping past his pretty lips that’s wrapped so nicely around your cock, his plush thighs pressing up against each other. You tried to resist the urge to fuck him right then and there. And unfortunately (fortunately) you couldn’t resist it.

You pulled out of his mouth, his jaw was slack from his mouth being open for hours. You cupped his face with one hand, and he leaned into your touch, leaving sloppy kisses on the palm of your hand. With your other hand, you clicked around with your mouse, changing the screen on your computer. You scooted your chair back and pulled Han up off his knees. Before he could even react, you pulled him into a full nelson position, and shoved your cock into his wet pussy and started fucking up into him at such a rough and fast pace.

Han couldn’t think straight from the sudden pleasure, his loud moans instantly filled up the room. Once he did adjust though, he noticed your computer screen. On your computer screen, it was split up into three separate screens.

Fuck. He knew you were on a call, but not a video call.

On one screen, he saw Felix with his cock out, leaning back against his chair and stroking his cock slow and hard, enjoying the view. On another screen was Minho, also stroking his cock, but at a fast and rough pace. On the last screen, Han could see himself with his legs spread, his pussy out on full display as he gets absolutely railed by you. He got wetter as he watched Felix and Minho watching him get fucked, and even more wet watching himself get fucked.

His moans got more and more shameless. As much as he was blushing like crazy and embarrassed looking at your computer screen, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He loved how you knew exactly what spot to hit to make him scream, and how he loved watching his face contort in pleasure as you hit over and over.

It didn’t help with Felix’s and Minho’s words to him. Felix praising him for being such a good boy, telling him just how good he is for taking it all, asking him “who’s a good boy?” Minho on the other hand degraded him to no end, calling him a shameless whore, telling him that he’s so rude! for not thanking you for fucking a dirty slut like him.

Han thanked you over and over, praising and degrading himself in the process, thanking you for fucking into his filthy pussy, thanking you for fucking your good boy. The mix of praise and degradation from Felix and Minho made his head spin and made him closer to his orgasm. His moans got louder as he got closer. Felix and Minho sped up as they watched Jisung’s body writhe more and more. They moaned underneath their breaths, feeling themselves get closer and closer.

Without warning, Jisung squirted all over your keyboard and screen. His eyes were rolled back and his tongue lolled out, in complete bliss as he saw stars. He hadn’t realized what he’s done until he heard you asked him “Who the hell said you were allowed to cum? And all over my keyboard and computer too, you’re so filthy.”

Fuck.

You pulled him off of your cock and threw him onto the bed. You went over to your computer and said, “Come over if you want,” before leaving the call.

Holy shit this was longer than I expected but I know damn well Felix and Minho are rushing over to your house 🙈💕 gonna be filling up all of Han’s holes and passing him around like he’s just a toy for you guys to play with (but he doesn’t mind ofc, he’s loving every second of it <3)

this has been in my drafts literally forever bc i actually can't🥴, this is so hot, god😵‍💫😩

not only does it have hannie with a pussy but also LIXIE AND LEE KNOW😫😩

It didn’t help with Felix’s and Minho’s words to him. Felix praising him for being such a good boy, telling him just how good he is for taking it all, asking him “who’s a good boy?” Minho on the other hand degraded him to no end, calling him a shameless whore, telling him that he’s so rude! for not thanking you for fucking a dirty slut like him.

like jesus fuck-anon, you are going to be the actual death of me😮‍💨, i honestly don't know what else to say but i'm in absolute awe of your writing<3333

needy bangchan who is super eager to please you but you tie him up 🫠🫠

oh absolutely,

Tie his hands behind his back 'nd tell him to make you cum using just his mouth😩😩 That you'll only let him touch you if he can manage to do it in under a certain amount of time. 

Channie‘ll just be so eager and desperate to please, he’ll be all messy with it too, drool and arousal running down his face as he laps at you, trying his very, very best to make you feel the best he possibly can.

Def the type to whimper and moan as he gives head as if he’s the one receiving the pleasure and not you-you call him a good boy and it’s all over

Or, or tie him to a chair or something and touch yourself, tease him, moan intentionally loud, tell him how good you can feel without him and make him watch. 

He’ll be sobbing, begging for you to let him touch you-for you to let him show you how good he can make you feel, show you how much of a good boy he can be for you🫠🫠

Just imagine how pretty he’d look with red ropes crossing over his skin, popping out against his complexion. A damn work of art.

felix in amazon position . . I WANT HIM SO BAD

like he'd be so perfect for it, have you seen his thighs bro??? when i saw the thunderous mv i literally went feral omg . . and the whines and sobs he'd let out when you bounce on him 🙁🙁

he'd never think that changing positions could ruin him so much.

poor baby is utterly wrecked. choked sobs and whines and moans, hiccupy gasps as tears prick at his eyes. his hands needily reaching up to try to clutch at your body as you bounce on top of him, pawing at your chest with hearts in his glassy eyes.

it's a struggle to not let his eyes roll back in his head, it just feels so good. his mouth hangs open, practically inviting you to press your fingers against his tongue.

he can't even think properly with your thumb pushing down on his tongue, making him gag and drool. accompanied with your nails digging into his thigh, free hand gripping him hard enough to leave bruises shaped like your hands that he loves so much<3

he has such pretty thighs too, it would be a shame to leave them unmarked...

Request: Bottom yandere gets flustered after kidnapping their crush

Flustered Bottom Yandere kidnapping head cannons

Bottom Yandere who is too flustered to have sex with you when he first kidnaps you, tying you down in a chair in his basement visiting you every chance he gets, getting you hard but too flustered to fuck you

Bottom Yandere who slowly starts getting more intimate with you, going from kisses and cuddles with you to slight touching and hand jobs, slowly working his way to blow jobs giving you Stockholm syndrome.

Bottom Yandere who gaslights you into loving him claiming he’s been good to you and he’s taking care of you! He’s doing a lot more than your cheating ex but oh well she’s dead now.

Bottom Yandere who starts to get obsessed with sucking you off always on his knees before you with you tied up in your chair while he just sits still with your cock in his mouth for hours just enjoying your taste as you leak pre cum on his tongue wanting to thrust into his mouth unable to move as he pulls slow and painful orgasm from you til your milked dry and your in tears.

Bottom Yandere who when first has sex with you he rides you, placing his hands on your shoulders bouncing himself up and down milking your cock filling himself up with your cum making you pissed wanting to bend him over and fuck him senseless since you’ve grown accustomed to him by now.

Bottom Yandere who gets flushed when he finally unties you trusting you enough now to not runaway but instead you pounce on him fucking him harshly like a animal just happy to have back control making you rut your hips into him with shaggy breaths as you force your cock deep inside him cumming all in him making him ooze and twitch laying happily limp full of your cum with a lewd smile and flushed cheeks never feeling so happy like this in how whole life.

can i ask for the yan!roommate's reaction to the reader finding the camera in the bathroom and purposefully jacking off in front of it?

just found out about this blog and i am already hyped we need more subby yans in the world

Yandere roommate imagines (sub Yandere oc) ~!

A/N so the Yandere is just a random Oc you can imagine it as whoever I just needed a name for the fic! And you’re totally right there aren’t nearly enough sub Yandere as I’d like <33

Imagine you just got home from the gyms and all you wanna do is get into your shower you don’t have many other thoughts in your brain, you would have used the shower at the game but you have a “problem”~ between your legs and you knew you had to get home.

Imagine, you’re stripping your clothes cutting the hot water on as the mirror begins to fog up, your cock pressing to your stomach with precum oozing from the slit as you step in the shower running your fingers through your hair letting out a quiet grunt. You notice something from the corner of your eye when you’re looking up at the shower head, confused you reach for it picking it up you realize it’s a camera.

Imagine you already know who put the camera there I mean how could you not? There was only one man you knew creepy enough to wanna watch you shower and that was you’re roommate, and you know you felt a little generous you thought since you were already hard why not give him a show.

Imagine you sit the camera on a bath shelf and start speaking “I know you’re watching me Lucas” you grin as you bend down a little making sure your face was in full view as you use one hand to run down giving your pec a firm squeeze before gripping at your shaft giving one long stroke. On the other end of the camera Lucas sat in his room in the shared apartment nearly going feral when he sees your hand on your cock.

Imagine his face all red laying originally across his bed he soon gets up hurriedly trapping his laptop making sure the door was locked as he shakily grips the device for dear life feeling himself already aroused by the sight of you touching yourself, wanting nothing more than for your cock to be stuffed inside him as he rubs himself up against his matress letting out a few whines of desperation.

Imagine your hand holding your cock pointed straight at the camera giving him the perfect shot of your veins pulsing beneath your fingers while you bite at your bottom lip “didn’t know u had a total creep of a roommate, Lucas?~” you coo hazily standing in the shower the water running down your body down past your thighs with a few heaves meanwhile Lucas on the other hand wasn’t nearly as calm.

Imagine his hands fumbling with his zipper sitting the laptop on his bed as he pulls his boxers down placing the laptop on his pillows in front of his face as he drools, two fingers shoved between his lips with him laying on his stomach removing his fingers with them all coated in spit as he presses them to his rim pressing one finger in moving it in sync with your hand imagining it was your cock inside him as adrenaline fills his head making his body numb to the pleasure only becoming more infatuated with you each second as he murmurs out “y-es~” over and over.

Imagine when you cum you make sure your cock head is pointed directly at the camera lens, wanting him to see your red, angry looking tip when you climax. Your body tensing up intentionally not letting him see the face you make when you orgasm, only attempting to further tease your roommate with what he can’t seem to fully grasp hold of, which is you. “Hope you enjoyed my little show Lucas”

Imagine when Lucas sees that he’s in a whole other world of need, if he was feral before it was like he was a rabbit in the middle of heat because he pulled his hands away from himself with a little gasp while getting up not even bothering to turn his computer off, pouncing on you as soon as you make it to your bedroom with his brain all fuzzy and fast from your menacing taunts pulling your towel off.

Imagine your night ending with your roommate on top of you his thighs straddling you with his hands gripping your shoulders tightly mewling his lips all parted wide and his eyes half lidded and rolled back glossed over while he erratically lifts himself over and over again riding you harshly even when he feels like his rim is on fire from being stretched so long, you give his ass cheek a slap punching the ref handprint grumbling in his ear “this was what you wanted right?” As you hold his hip tightly grounding yourself deeper inside him pressing to his prostate roughly “then take it Lucas”

Great fic !!

Ruin Me, Pretty Please? (Part 1)

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, slight Jimin x Reader

NSFW CONTENT (18+ ONLY)

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the campus’s it-boy. Y/N is a socially anxious recluse. When Jungkook accidentally witnesses Y/N’s sexually sadistic nature, it awakens a new side of him.

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4

Warnings: Voyeurism, dom/sub themes, female domination, degradation/humiliation kink, orgasm denial, crying during sexual acts, male masturbation, social anxiety, weed

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Afficher davantage

miguel o'hara being a brat and using his throat as a fleshlight / fucking his mouth. maybe pulling his hair a little when coming down his throat.

( can i be 🪻 anon btw? :D )

You grab a fistful of Miguel’s soft hair between your fingers and thrust your cock down his throat. It convulses around you as he gags, and he glares up at you with tears rolling down his cheeks, but his tongue laps at the underside of your cock when you pull away. You use your grip on his hair to fuck his mouth until his lips are bruised and puffy, a frothy mix of spit and precum dribbling down his cleavage. His eyes flutter when you drag him down, your balls clenching against his wet chin as you orgasm. His throat works almost frantically to swallow, and his hands come up to grip your thighs when you pretend to pull away. You chuckle, scratching at his scalp, and he glares up at you with teary eyes.

fucking miguel's pussy in a public restroom stall not caring if other people outside can hear. occasionally a person would enter the stall next to you both so they can hear better and jerk off desperately to you both fucking. the cum from you both would be too much that they spill down to the floor and flow to the outside the stall.

this is so hot ... I hope I did your idea justice.

(implied ftm Miguel).

At first, Miguel is tense. He gives you a warning glare and presses his palm against his mouth when you push him against the stall door and your cock sinks into his pussy. You ignore his silent threat and buck your hips forward, beginning to fuck into him.

He's tense when someone enters the washroom but you don't let up, even when the person freezes at the sound of skin against skin. He should tell you to stop, but he can't bring himself to voice his thoughts.

You continue even when the person chooses to enter the stall next to you, though the rest are empty. They shut the door frantically and you hear them unzip their jeans with an equal amount of urgency. Miguel's claws dig into his cheek with the tight hold he has over his mouth. He looks back at you with a sharp glare, his other hand pressing back against your abdomen to push you away. He pauses when you hear a groan from the neighbouring stall and the familiar slick sound of someone fisting their cock. You grin at Miguel and pull further back to then fuck deeper into him.

After you coax his first orgasm out of him, Miguel lets himself go. He lets himself get drunk off of your cock and the fact that he's hidden in a stall, with no one around to recognize him. His hand leaves his face to press against the door and he rests his forehead on his forearm. He pants and lets moans slip past his lips without silencing himself.

There's already a puddle of your mixed cum pooling beneath you, and the accompanying groans and whines of whoever stumbles upon you spurs you on. Miguel must not mind it as much as he communicates through his glares and whispered curses. Not when his breath hitches whenever someone moans to the wet sound of you fucking his pussy and your shared groans.

PRETTY BOY KEIJI <3 akaashi keiji x top amab reader drabble

minors, fujoshis and blank blogs DNI.

Pretty boy Akaashi Keiji loves bouncing on your big fat cock. Have him wear your jersey which is too big for him. Or maybe he'd lift it up a bit to show you the outline your dick is making in his womb tummy. He'd be such a whiny and moaning mess, not to mention his moans would be high-pitched anyone would mistake them for a girl's.

Or maybe he'd suck on your cock while wearing his glasses. He may not look like it, but he's an absolute monster at deepthroating you, no matter what your size is. And he's such a tease, dragging his tongue up and down your shaft, tracing every bulging veins, only to stop at your tip. Force it down his throat, please. He loves it when his throat is being used as nothing but a fleshlight for you to use. Cum inside his mouth, don't forget to spurt out some on his glasses.