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experiment failed...? - han jisung

characters: sub! jisung x dom! monster and reader

cw: dubcon, monsterfucking/plantfucking, reader gets kinda cucked by a giant flower?, humiliation, exhibitonism, voyeurism, tense atmosphere sometimes, double penetration, almost mind-break, aphrodisiac, sounding, tickling, masochism, insane amount of the use tendril vine or appendage sorriez

a/n: enjoy this fic, shoutout to my first beta reader, and my oomfs who make a littol appearances<3, how tf is this ca. 6300 words

Safety in the lab is extremely important. If you are ever unsure about something, check twice and then once more. If you are able, take notes. Observe carefully and pay attention.

Those are just a few of the many things you were taught even before the day you set foot into a botany lab. it was practically drilled into your head by your supervisors, lab partners, and anyone that took a chemistry class in school. 

What you weren't taught, however, is how to react in this situation.

how to respond when you and your coworker Mr Han were staying late in the lab working overtime and observing the newest addition to your team. laughing at his silly jokes in your office, he had brought a warm drink to your desk, trying to find a place to set it down between all the open folders, papers, and sticky notes strewn across the wide area. He places it somewhere after plucking away a few pencils and an already empty bottle. After having a short, polite chat, you set down the mug and told him to get ready. 

You grab onto the most important things with haste. Patting yourself down you check if you have everything before nodding to yourself. Mr. Han giggles softly to himself, watching you out of the corner of his eyes, finding your little gestures very adorable. Since his hands are full he pushes the door out of the office open with his right shoulder. Keeping it open for you with his foot, he shuffles a bit to the side and lets you pass through. 

Heels clicking against the floor, you make your way towards the big domelike building. Mr Han carries a few dead mice, and jokingly keeps them at an arm's length, grinning at the way you return a tired laugh. Smiling proudly to himself he nearly walks into a big glass door, only stopped by your arm on his stomach. He turns his head towards you with comically widened eyes. You just lift an eyebrow and eye him from the side. 

You lean forward and hold up your badge to the numeric keypad. It blinks, red, red and finally green. Since he doesn’t want to watch you punch in your personal code, he politely averts his gaze. And his gaze wanders outside the big windows. They hang from the ceiling all the way down to the floor, letting him see the dimly lit dome from the outside. It’s a breathtaking sight… if only he wasn’t working at fuck o’clock in the morning, tired eyes blinking once, twice, before settling back on you. Standing in the doorway, you squint at him, almost eyeing him suspiciously. He hurries past you, clutching the mice in his arms. 

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” You stroll up to him, observing his tired eyes from the side. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’ve only had about 3 hours of rest these past few days…” He sighs, you guess in a comical way. However, you aren’t too sure. But before you can answer back he continues. 

“But since it’s my favorite coworker I’ll get to do it with, I am more than ready.” He whips his head towards you with another heart shaped grin. His smile shines so brightly you need to look away. You’ve told him this before (during another late night shift) so he knows you aren’t being mean when you turn away so he babbles on. 

“I’ll gladly become the helping factor in your breakthrough Ms Flower Whisperer!” He exclaims, puffing out his chest and marching forward, still trying to make you laugh. 

You just shake your head and try to keep up with his faster pace.

Stepping onto the overpass, you take a deep breath, and go up to lean against the railing. You are greeted by “J-1” in all of its entirety. According to your project leader this species seems to be some sort of mixture between Platycodon grandifloras also known as the Balloon Flower and some sort of Ipomoea turbinata also known as Moonflower. What bothers you the most is its behavior. You know your grimey project leader is hiding something from you. 

Lost in your thoughts you watch the closed flower, its petals brought close to the center, shielding the inside from view. So far not many employees have seen the J-1 open. It’s a shame really, you were told the colors were magnificent. 

With a determined huff you turn towards your partner. The two of you are ready to toss your new subject some snacks. While you were thinking and Mr Han patiently waiting for your input, a few vines creeped up to the overpass. They slowly wrap themselves around the steel bars, growing themselves in between the screws, bolts or nuts. They keep growing until the pressure is too much, blowing off the support for the overpass. 

No one ever prepared you for the day your Project J-1 Plantae would somehow snake its way up to the overpass and try to get its viewers down. 

your stomach drops and the next thing you know you're crashing into the giant leaves underneath. clipboards, mice, and tablets coming down with you. Both yours and Mr Han's shrill screams fill up the empty laboratory.

The fall knocks the air out of your lungs. the world spins as you try to come back to. your ears ring and your vision is blurry. you gasp for air. you try to understand what just occurred. 

you were just dropped into J-1's cage, with no one around but your coworker. 

The silence is eerie. 

you're almost scared to move, eyes slowly moving towards the big purple flower in the middle of the laboratory. your breath gets caught in your throat. The flower has opened up fully. Choked up by its beauty, just like you were warned about, you can’t speak nor think right now. 

you try to shuffle back slowly, and your hand props onto something cold, pain shooting through your palm to your upper arm and making you flinch. you tear your gaze from J-1 and onto the broken tablet underneath your palm.

oh.

oh no.

the company tablet would have had the function to alert your headquarters. the application was installed into every tablet that was handed out. Now it's broken. and you're trapped with Han Jisung of all people and a giant plant that you haven't done enough research on.

a nearby gasp and rustling of leaves snap your attention towards Mr Han, getting up from a nearby bush and dusting off his dirtied lab coat. his broken glasses sit crooked. looks like his fall wasn't any easier. He looks around the room, finding your gaze and he staggers over to you.

The concerned look on his face is almost endearing if you weren't so terrified of being trapped right now. He reaches you and his knees give out from under him, making him trip right into your arms. but the scene is far from romantic.

"Are you okay Ms-"

"Mr Han, don't move."  you peer past his face and onto the vines from J-1 making their way toward his ankles, and you slap your hand over his mouth.

"Wha-" His widened eyes stare directly into yours, not daring to look back when he notices your grim look.

Please let it just feel around and then leave us alone. You take note of the way the leaves of the vine almost pats the ground and feels around for something. Is it looking for us?

J-1: Its vine is a flexible, mobile, and elongated organ. Most forms of vines are used for grasping and feeding. Many are sensory organs, variously receptive to touch, vision, or to the smell or taste of particular foods or threats. Some kinds of vines have both sensory and manipulatory functions.

It definitely is. 

as soon as it takes note of his patent shoes it snakes its way further and wraps around his ankles. Confused by the feeling of “his” vines writhing against your pants, you realize too late that a second pair of vines have wrapped themselves around your own ankles. You lock eyes with him again. twisting your body you turn towards your fallen items, accidentally knocking off his broken glasses in the process. you dig your fingers into whatever is in reach, before the vines drag the two of you through the mud.

Moss, grass and dirt drag themselves against you as you hold on tight to the items in your arms. nearly dropping them when you hit your elbow on a bigger rock in the ground. hissing in pain as you get lifted through the air and towards the center of the giant purple flower. Its petals take up nearly half the room. It's even more fascinating up close. Despite your astonished and admiring gaze, the vines bring you closer to the center and drop you unceremoniously onto its giant petals.

lifting yourself from the floor you whip your head around and watch the way your flailing partner gets lifted further into the center. wriggling almost comically, he calls out your name and tries to extend his arms out to you. but he's dropped right near the pistil, bumping against the stamen and making pollen shoot out and slowly rain back down on the both of you. It's a surprisingly pleasant fragrance. 

After dusting off some of the residue you crawl closer to the edge on all fours, peering down into the drop and to where he sat, near the ovary. you almost burst out laughing at the sight of him, peering up at you with a dumbfounded look and wide eyes, covered in pollen. after spotting you, also covered in it, he gently calls out to you. 

“Ms Y/N are you alright, are you hurt?” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at it in disgust when he finds more of the foreign substance on his palm and fingers. 

“I’m alright! … it seems our plant friend has taken more of a liking to me than you it seems. Are you hurt?” You look back at the clipboard, pen and cage of mice you took with you. Silently cursing yourself out for not grabbing the tablet in the heat of the moment. 

He smiles up at you after hearing your response. Somehow he feels relieved that he isn’t going through this alone. “I’m alright, besides being covered in things that literally produce sperm cells… I’m fine.” He scoffs but somehow finds it in himself to grin up at you when you burst out laughing at his remark, slapping a hand over your mouth so cutely. Her laughter is so adorable…

However, your shared moment of joy is short lived. Because while Jisung is looking at your smiling face, he notices two tendrils lift behind you, stretching upwards and curling towards you. After a gasp and his eyes widening once again, he nearly jumps and points behind you, stuttering and spluttering something along the lines of “behind you.” You whip your head around. 

You’re face to face with a tendril… and it curls… and uncurls itself right in your face? 

What is it doing? You break your eyes away and onto the cage, that’s just out of reach. After the tendril curls itself again you try to stretch your arm towards the cage, straining while trying to keep eye contact with… with the tendril. The cogs in your head are turning faster and faster, trying to somehow handle this situation. Some kind of pet owner instinct taking over and gently talking to the plant, almost as if talking to your kitties at home. Putting on your best smile and high pitched voice. 

“Oh hi! … don’t worry, we are not here to hurt you! You’re a nice plant, right? Riiight?” you baby talk, cringing inwardly at the embarrassing situation. But the tendrils seem to like it. uncurling themselves once again and softly swinging around… they seem relaxed.

Jisung looks helplessly at the situation, genuinely admiring your quick thinking and hoping it’ll work. 

While the plant in front of you seems relaxed you quietly drag the cage of dead mice towards you, careful not to somehow startle… it. Hesitating for a second you debate grabbing the mice with your bare hands but quickly decide that absolutely under no circumstance, will you do that. Looking around you haven’t got anything better though, so you gently shrug off your dirty and torn lab coat. Trying to rip a stripe of the cotton while not looking directly at the fabric in your shaky hands is more difficult than imagined.

Once you managed to rip a piece of fabric you open the cage and reach inside, trying to grab a mouse with the cotton scrap in your hand. 

Jisung watches in amazement as the tendrils seem to circle you, to see what you’re doing. Is it curious or cautious? He can’t tell. He wishes he could record this confusing yet phenomenal moment somehow, wanting to look at the materials later and take some notes. 

You open your palm, presenting the mouse to the tendrils and one curls itself around the carcass. While lifting it away to a vine hanging even higher over your head, silently watching, the other tendril curls itself against your cheek. You gasp, as the sensation feels ticklish on your skin. However, after realizing the tendril isn’t trying to harm you in any way your giggles fill the tense silence in the laboratory now. 

When the other tendril returns, vine in tow more and more vines inch closer to where you are sitting, slithering along and coming to a halt in front of you. When the tips of these tentacle-like beings lower themselves to the ground, you do the same and bow a little. You hope to show your new friends that you are to be trusted. A tendril curls itself into your hair while another pushes against the cage, where the mice were. They seem almost… playful. 

Meanwhile Jisung can only stare in awe at the way J-1 is surrounding you, bringing everything it uses to feel and touch closer to you. Wow… she’s really like a plant whisperer or something. While starstruck by his little work crush, a thick vine creeps its way down into the flower and up behind him. 

While you gently pat the plants around you, out of the corner of the eye you catch your partner being carried up by his arms. His smile however clearly fades when they don’t bring him closer to you, instead bringing him a little further into the air and stopping abruptly. You mirror his perplexed expression. What’s happening?

As if taken over by some natural instinct, a lot of the vines disappear from behind you and make their way towards him, hanging helplessly in the air. The tendrils stay curled around your arm and hair. While you call out, urging him to stay still for a second, his eyes widen but he does comply. Your eyes are locked on him. The vines slowly snake their way around his ankles, one inside of his pant leg while the other takes the path around it. You hold your breath in anticipation. What… is it doing? 

As the plant writhes further up. The space between the fabric of his clothes and his hot skin is getting invaded by the strangely smooth appendages. Jisung’s face and ears grow hotter by the second. These things are getting way too close to his dick and in front of the person he admires at that! He bites his wobbly lip and prays it's just exploring. 

His prayers fall on deaf ears.  

There is a weird and sick excitement bubbling deep within you as you watch. Observing the way the vines slither into your partner's lab coat is unlocking something in your brain, a wicked grin makes its way to your face subconsciously. You can’t tear your excited eyes away from him, tears slowly forming in them. 

“Wait…”, Jisung whispers while a vine reaches the hem of his underwear, wriggling their way into them. His protest is followed by another string of waits before a sharp gasp tears your eyes from his dick to his face, now an even cuter shade of pink. 

You finally blink. Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. 

Your genius co-worker and reliable partner, Han Jisung, who tries to make you laugh during early shifts and always pushes his glasses up by the bridge so cutely… is now being explored by J-1. The lewd sight of him averting his eyes shyly, while vines make their to his body… It's incredibly arousing. You hide your smile behind your hands. 

Shaking your head quickly, you try to shake your impure thoughts. How inappropriate. You scold yourself internally for letting a private desire bubble to the surface during work. You suck your lower lip into your mouth and bite it, forcing yourself to look away while he gasps and whines. You turn your head back towards your clipboard and grab it. Crossing your legs you set it down in your lap, take the pen and start writing everything that’s happened so far as fast as you can. After all… this is an incredibly rare opportunity. 

You bring yourself to look up again, trying to control the urge to let your mind wander. This is purely for research, nothing sexual. You repeat this phrase in your head, staring in awe at the fabric slowly tearing at the seams from the sheer length and volume of vines wrapping themselves around his arms and legs. It seems like one even made its way into his pants, maybe even his underwear. This is a most peculiar pattern of behaviour for your new plant. So far none of your coworkers have taken note of a sort of pollination process or something akin to a libido. 

While you are furiously taking notes, the vines look for the only available entrance he has. Jisung keeps writhing around, but there isn’t much he can do, multiple vines are holding him in place, practically dangling him above the flower. And much worse… dangling him in front of you. He has very clearly been avoiding making eye contact with you. Not even looking in your direction. But when the vines move from prodding at his dick, to his ass. He starts thrashing around. Not in front of Ms Y/N. Anything but in front of you. He feels the way a second one moves through the torn fabric of his pants and underwear to his exposed entrance. A gooey liquid slowly oozing down his ass, remaining droplets falling to the petals. He feels like crying. Slowly turning his head, he can’t believe his own eyes. Is she… is she taking notes right now?!

Is it.... trying to mate? You underline the last word twice. Scribbling down your observations how the vines are prodding around his body. your other hand is occupied, grabbing another mouse with your scrap cloth and offering it to the tendril pushing against your arm. Following it with your eyes towards the vines and your eyes move up towards him and are met with a wide eyed, dumbfounded look. 

“What… what are you doing?” His face doesn’t contain a smidge of anger, only confusion.

“Mr Han please don’t misunderstand”, You try to save your good reputation you worked so hard for, “I get that this situation must be unpleasant. But you do have to understand that this is the opportunity of a lifetime!” You try to explain, racking your brain for a logical excuse. Or any excuse at all really. 

“What?” His blank stare continues, to the best of his abilities at least. Lip wobbly as the vines dig themselves further inside of him. 

“You see, no one has observed this kind of coupling desire from J-1 so far… this means this is a new discovery!”

“So our experiment…” he trails off, losing his train of thought at the feeling of the appendages prodding at his entrance.  

“Has not failed… yet!” You quickly reassure him. “You just need to hold out for a little while longer, I am taking my notes as fast as I can right now. This could prove incredibly useful to future research!” 

A wave of guilt crashes over your head, you drop your shoulders in defeat. “And… I’m sorry about bringing us into this whole situation. If it wasn’t for me trying to finish these things today instead of tomorrow…” You trail off, the guilt consuming your heart about dragging your innocent coworker into this. 

“Why are you ap-” His words get caught off by a choked out scream.

You gasp in response. The vines, seemingly sick of waiting, wriggled their way into his entrance, shoving the gooey liquid into him. His entire body jerked from the impact, whimpering at the stretch. He hangs his head and his eyes are fixed on the stamen below. Fuck… why did it feel good? 

I must be out of my mind.  Yeah… out of my mind and going insane. No way does the vine grazing my prostate almost make me moan out loud. Jisung turns his head to the right, facing away from you, trying to hide his face. But J-1 seemingly has other plans. All of the vines turn his entire body around until he comes face to face with your curious gaze again. He squeaks in embarrassment, closing his eyes as fast as he can. 

Meanwhile you start scribbling down what is happening again. Is J-1 presenting me… his mate? Is it putting on a show? Is it even capable of such a complex pattern of thought? You reach out, past him and to the vines tightly wrapped around his arms, stroking them gently and cooing at them. It may seem silly but you ask the questions popping into your head, hoping J–1 would show you its intelligence and answer somehow. 

They don’t, but another pops out from beneath the purple petals, inching closer to you. When it reaches you it rears itself up, getting taller and taller until seeing eye to eye with you. It moves up and down, almost as if it is nodding. It then backs down again and pokes at the cage of mice next to you. Is it showing me him as a thanks for the food? You look between the two and write it down to the best of your abilities without looking. Keeping eye contact between you and the long arm-like being. 

At the same time soft whining reaches your ears. Your coworker is biting his lips, trying to be quiet but he’s not exactly doing a great job at hiding the desperate noises he’s making. You shuffle closer and hesitantly cradle his face in your hands, after wiping them on your lab coat… or what’s left of it. His eyes shoot open. You bring your thumb to his cheek and gently wipe away the residue of pollen there that has slowly mixed in with the sweat dripping down his face. It is incredibly humid here after all. 

You observe his face, especially his lips becoming so plump after his nervous biting. “Mr Han… please correct me if I’m wrong. But… you’re fine with this right?” 

“Huh… what do you mean?” 

“Most people would be kicking and screaming, doing anything and everything to get away, am I wrong?” 

“That’s-” 

“Most people would put up a fight. People who… don’t at least want this to some extent?” 

“Well-” 

“I… I honestly appreciate such honest and on display desire. Trust me, I would be the last to judge you right now. But… you are into this, no?” 

“Ms Y/N… that’s a little emba-” 

rassing… Ms Y/N is right. Jisung nods his head slowly, biting his lower lip again. He can’t believe he’s admitting how much the vines inside of him are fucking with his sanity. Gooey appendage hitting his prostate dead on everytime it wriggles in and out of him. The way he, maybe, perhaps, possibly wants you to look at him. Admire him? He wants to seem desirable to you even now. 

“I… I understand. You don’t have to tell me.” You gently stroke his cheek and hesitantly press a kiss to it. 

Leaning back you grin at him. “I can already tell you like it. Just look at the way your body is reacting.” You peer down at the throbbing erection bobbing against his stomach. 

His embarrassed protests get caught in his throat. Stuttering and stumbling over his words. You giggle at his state and lean back, right against a vine. Gasping in surprise you turn and come face to face with it. Staring at it for a second it slowly pushes up against the little cage again. You exhale in relief and grab another mouse for your new friend. It snuggles against your thigh before wrapping itself around the carcass once more and slithering away like a snake. 

The tendril in your hair and the one around your arm slowly uncurl themselves around you, opting to make their way past your cheeks and to your ears. Feeling ticklish you bring your shoulders up, squirming away from the playful tendrils. But they seem very adamant and forceful this time. Not letting up no matter how many times you squirm away. You can’t bring yourself to swat at them so you lose this fight. 

The tendrils curl themselves into your ear, a weird sensation making you gasp and a shiver runs down your spine. Your right eye is squeezed shut while the left one slowly turns up into your own head. The movement of your face is out of your control for a second. A quiet buzzing fills your ears, similar to the brown noise that flows from your headphones to your ears, especially during stressful times at work. 

“..r you” 

You blink, once, twice. The second time you can make it out clearer. 

“For you.” 

“What?” you see the way your partner flinches, you make an apologetic gesture. You probably overestimated how loud you need to be with the tendrils nestling themselves into your ear. You put your hands over them. Is… is this J-1 talking to me? 

“Gift. For you.” The voice is so gentle and smooth it tugs at your heartstrings. 

You repeat their sentence out loud, making Mr Han eye you with a puzzled look on his face. You are filled with a warm, relaxed feeling. All the stress and uncertainty is fading away. 

“Seedling… like?” the voice rings clear in your head. You nod your head and gently run a finger over the tendrils. 

“Yes I love it. Thank you.” You hope J-1 can feel your affection for it. 

In some sort of excitement, J-1 suddenly yanks the still tied Jisung up. In the air the vines around his arms and chest are… pulsating? Growing? You aren’t too sure. But the fabric tears at the seams and after finally bursting, the fabric hangs from his broad shoulders. You take in the beautiful sight. He has a surprisingly tiny waist. Your eyes wander from his hips to his cute belly up towards his impossibly tiny waist and up to his broad shoulders. 

He… He’s incredibly attractive. You pick your jaw up off the floor and keep watching. He tries to muffle his moans but one vine slithers up his chest and wriggles itself into his mouth. You lean to the side, trying to get a better look, and as if knowing what you want, J-1 brings him closer to you. Turning him towards the side and bringing him very close, almost too close. You hesitantly reach out and rub his back gently, your eyes never leaving the vine thrusting itself into his mouth over and over again. 

Drool starts accumulating at the corners of his mouth, slowly dribbling down to his chin. The sight is very erotic when accompanied by the muffled slurping. Before you can even think about moving your head again, the body in front of you already gets flipped around. You get a good view of the way two tendrils hold his twitchy hole open while a gooey appendage thrusts itself into Jisung. You wonder if he could take more, and once again, before even finishing your thought, another vine makes its way towards the only opening he has. 

I’ll break… I’ll seriously break. Jisung can’t think clearly, vine in his throat shooting some sort of sweet liquid down his throat, making his head spin. It doesn’t help that he’s getting manhandled into every position imaginable, his private parts being presented right to you. He feels as if he’s being served on a silver platter for you. 

While struggling in his internal debate he feels the way the tendrils pull his hole further apart, stretching him to the brim. A loud whine escapes him and his teeth clamp onto the vine in his mouth while a second appendage wriggles itself inside of him, right next to the first one. His body won’t stop trembling and his head hangs low as the drool seeps down the vine. It doesn’t take long until they both start thrusting inside of him, with a newfound vigor and with no rhythm or harmony at all. He feels like he’s being pounded like an animal, with no regard to him. He fights back the butterflies in his stomach. 

Muffled moans make their way to your ears, Jisung shaking as the vines abuse his hole. Drilling themselves further inside until his body jerks. They’re probably hitting the back. There are tears brimming in his eyes.You press your lips together to suppress another sadistic smile. While watching the way his toes wriggle and press together another idea pops into your head. You place your hands on your new tendril-earphones and talk to J-1 in your mind. 

Maybe it's your curious nature, but you want to push him further and further and see how much he can take. J-1 seems to follow your wishes well. New tendrils appear from underneath the big purple petals and make their way towards Jisung. They distribute themselves almost like a little army. A few start curling themselves around his ears, two tickle his sides and another four go to work at his feet. You know about his ticklish nature, since he always twitches back when your hand comes close to his waist. 

You intend to use that information to your benefit and ruin him slowly. What will he do, an onslaught of pleasure, pain and joy all bubbling inside of him. You hold back the last tendril, just for another second. Noticing that his dick is getting real twitchy. You’re pretty sure this means that he’s incredibly close. So before he can find relief in emptying his seemingly swollen testicles, you push him once again. The last tendril uncurls itself and shoves its way into Jisungs dick. 

The gasp you receive is almost delicious, the sound sinking to the bottom of your stomach, making you more giddy. Struggling against the thick vines locking him into place, he tries to stop the tendril from going inside of his urethra, but to no avail. So close to the edge and he feels the cum get pushed back by a stringy plant. The worst part is the way it curls itself into the tiniest ball at the bottom, actively stopping the cum from leaking out. 

Now the tears are flowing. Shuddery breaths escape him, as the vine inside of his mouth retracts and he gasps and splutters for air. Coughing up some of the sweet liquid he tries to catch his breath while sobbing. His adorable hiccupping and his big doe eyes filled with tears is an incredible sight. 

You notice that your clipboard is still incredibly empty, so you avert your gaze again and scribble down something, anything. While the vines thrust into him and the tendrils toy with his body, you lean back and observe once again. And you continue to stare, eyeing him like a hawk and at the same time talking to J-1 in your head. It seems that it doesn’t really want to mate, yet it can’t find the words to explain better. You reassure it that it’s not bad and you will keep trying. You try to ask simple yes or no questions, you try to draw and J-1 will tell you if that’s right or not. You’re out of mice at this point so you’re unsure how much longer this situation will go on and stay friendly. You really hope it won’t turn hostile again. 

Scribbling away, you lean further into your clipboard. You nearly get lost in your work again. 

A heartbreaking sob breaks you out of your trance. 

Jisung cries so sweetly for you, calling your name, never dropping the Ms. How endearing. You bring him closer to you, cradling his face in your hands. Through the snot and drool and sobbing you can make out that he really… really wants to cum. Also something along the lines of how you’re such a meanie for ignoring him and you should pay attention to him. So on and so forth. His adorable crying tugs at your heartstrings and you coo at him gently. Patting the sweaty hair away from his face and hugging his face close to your chest for a second. 

When you let go again, you lean down and capture his puffy lips in a kiss. Moving against him while slowly pulling the tendril out of his urethra. He tries to return the kiss, but can't for the life of him concentrate on you now. Only chasing after his high, rutting against the air. 

It’s almost as if pulling a plug, as soon as it's out Jisung cums with a long drawn out groan, gasping in between when he feels the vines shoot some sort of goo inside of him. The aftershocks twitch through his body as he hangs limp in the vines. You extend your arms and J-1 drops Jisung gently down to you, unhanding him when the vines and tendrils all back off from his exhausted, sweaty and warm body. Torn clothes scattered across his body, some parts of him covered in goo. He takes deep breaths as he tries to come down from his high. 

You reach over to your torn lab coat and drape it over the body in your lap. Patting his back affectionately, while cooing at his sorry state. He shudders once more before dropping his head on you. You want to talk to him, ask him how he’s feeling, how he’s doing, if his butt is okay and most importantly… Where does this situation leave the two of you? 

But you bite your tongue… literally. 

The giant petals move out of nowhere, sending you and Jisung tumbling down into the mossy patches underneath. You hold onto his head as you roll all the way to a big rock, slamming your back against it. It robs all the air from your lungs. Gasping for air you can only watch, stunned at the way J-1 brings his petals closer to the center, once again shielding itself from view. You turn to Jisung, he seems unharmed. You lay back against the grass as you stare into the gigantic light that lights up the dome. You made it out alive, who would have thought. Closing your eyes for a second, you feel the adrenaline subside. A wave of pain hits you all at once. It is accompanied by exhaustion, endless curiosity, sadness and a weird gentle feeling you can’t quite put your finger on. 

You don’t know how long you’ve rested your eyes for, but when you open them again a silhouette stands above you, peering at you and your partner. Shooting up you turn towards the mysterious person only to come face to face with the gardeners. The gardeners… the gardeners! You jump up and quickly try to explain, but your legs nearly give out as the world spins. Your close friend and coworker Rin helps you sit on a nearby rock. 

After getting escorted out of the dome and back into your office again, you describe what happened to your friend. She listens intently and nods her head every so often. You obviously don’t mention the sexual aspect of this encounter, but the discovery is noteworthy nonetheless! You’ve worked with the gardeners for a long time and have shared your findings with them always. So while Olive helps Jisung get into his chair, Kresten is collecting your belongings in the dome. 

After a good scolding from your favorite gardeners, they harshly command you to go home and rest. Getting the cars ready to bring the two of you back into your beds ASAP. While leaving to go get the cars ready, you’re suddenly left in the quiet office with Jisung, Mr Han… your partner and coworker. The tension feels thick and uneasy. But you’re determined to talk things out. You stomp over to his desk to the best of your abilities and sit on his desk. 

“Mr. Han, I just wan-” You nervously start, gritting your way through the sentence before being cut off. 

“Please… call me Jisung.” a gentle heart shaped smile makes its way to his mouth, and you mirror the same big smile. You scoot closer to the middle of his desk and continue. 

“Right… Jisung, I just wanted to apologize again for what happened there.” You offer your apology with a sincere tone. He nods slowly. 

“How about this Ms Y/N, I will accept your apology if you invite me to a coffee sometime?” He grins up at you, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Americano?” You snort, hiding your laughter behind your hand. 

“You bet!” 

— sex chocolates & sub ! minho 💗

🏷️ dom!gn!reader, sub!minho, petname “pretty,” aphrodisiacs (sex chocolates), oral fixation, breast play, slight overstimulation.

minho looked up at you through heavy eyelids. he took in the view of your stunning figure from under only to be trapped in a deep kiss.

his lips and yours still have the lingering bittersweet taste of the fancy chocolates.

as his lips pressed harder against yours, his eager tongue swiped across your mouth. the kitten licks from his end prompted you to do the same. your tongues danced together, in such sync that it made your heads spin too fast, but he savored every single bit of it.

the taste of the cocoa delicacy couldn’t leave his mouth. neither could he take the wonderful aroma of the sandalwood scented candle. your touches felt fiery, as if a fever rushed through his system.

“sensitive, pretty?” you asked him.

minho blinked in rapid succession, attempting to focus, but failing miserably at the sight of your warm smile.

“oh, i feel sensitive too,” you giggled, giving him goosebumps.

it’s true, every single little sense in your system suddenly felt ten times worse. the fabric of his shirt felt too much but he started salivating at the feeling of your skin against his. it was difficult for him to describe, but you understood: he could tell by the deep gasps escaping your throat that you enjoyed the feeling of his body writhing under you. you enjoyed the sounds he was making too, moans that he could not be aware of due to his fixation on pleasure.

but too many words are too boring to describe how fucking amazing you both felt.

you undid his shirt faster than ever. he took your top off too, throwing it aggressively on the floor before lifting your hips to help you out of your pants. he took his off, too, but immediately succumbed to his hazy headspace the moment you held his waist.

“pretty boy’s getting eager.” you traced your fingers up his sides, watching him arch his back until his bare chest was up against yours. “gonna put this beautiful body to use, yeah pretty?”

“mhmm,” minho practically whined. begging through hushed exhales and watery eyes, he lowered his head to stare at your chest.

the idea that popped in his head caused him to blush so much that his cheeks were hot. it didn’t help that your hands trailed down his muscles, the underside of his chest, and his broad shoulders — he didn’t realize that he was mirroring the movements on you.

“kiss please?” he begged, so you kissed him. “another?” he asked, so you answered. he didn’t seem satisfied even if he was reeling in the taste of your luscious lips mixed with the bitter aftertaste of the sweets. he drooled mindlessly as he continued to stare at your upper torso.

minho traced an index finger from your neck down to your chest. “can…i…suck, please?”

that alone nearly drove you insane, but you kept it together.

and like any sane person, you wordlessly traced a finger from his chest up to his neck, before holding him by the nape and shoving his head right onto your nipple.

he immediately latched his lips onto you. it almost felt like instinct, especially with his arms soon wrapping around your upper half in a desperate attempt to support you and himself.

silently thanking you, he flicked your nipples with his tongue, dragged kisses around each nipple and even going across your chest. he left love bite after love bite on the surrounding skin, whining every time you chuckled at the sensation.

“pretty, that’s enough.”

you ruffled his hair and then pulled, making him look up at you, showing the mess he made with pink plump lips and an endlessly salivating tongue. you pulled his head up all the way to kiss his open mouth, tasting everything, never minding how your teeth clashed sometimes.

the second your mouth pulled away, though, he chased it, only to be held back by your hand on his scalp. he pouted.

“can’t i return the favor?”

minho nodded but hesitated slightly. he really wanted it, but he wanted to feel something more.

“aw, my pretty boy always wants something in his mouth.” two of your fingers made its way up to tap his lips. the featherlight touch felt like a thousand kisses from heaven.

“how about you suck on these while i taste you?”

without a second thought, minho opened his mouth and circled his tongue around your fingers. he started sucking, kissing, and playing with your digits as you did the same to his chest. you bit down more harshly than he did, the red marks on your skin looking like nothing compared to the purple near-bruises on his. he felt tempted to bite down too, but he restricted himself with a delicious, soothingly sweet moan.

at this point, minho was leaking, his bare cock thumping angrily against your thigh. the feeling alone made him want to release, but he held it in anticipation. it didn’t matter if you denied the orgasm or abused him until his limit, he wouldn’t mind. he couldn’t care less about his own dick.

he cared more about your lips on his.

“fuck, y/n, so fucking good,” his shaky voice vibrated against your fingers and sent tingles down your spine. “i’m gonna cum, please, help me—”

he came all over your lower half, jutting his hips up against your thighs that sat on his lap. you bit on his left nipple, prompting him to release every single drop.

after the entire scene, he still felt sensitive. minho wanted more, so did you, but everything was overwhelming. dizzy, he continued to suck on your neck as you both calmed down.

“what’s sweeter, me or the chocolates?”

minho popped his mouth off your skin to face you. his mind was purely hazed by now, all offered for you to use. his eyes were filled with lust and hunger, a romance that was laced with a dark and bitter flavor that you’ve never seen before.

he wanted you to take the bites, though: savor him well and eat him whole.

“you’re…sweeter than the chocolates.”

wait…wait… fingering felix or vice cerda while gaming mmm 😋 obv online or with friends or smth 😳 just having to play it off while cumming wowie🫠

-🍄

and Happy New Year my friend<3

happy ny to you 🍄 anon! this is such a great thought… what about having him cockwarm your strap after 🤭

🏷️ sub!felix, pegging, cockwarming

“stay still, baby. you’ll get yourself killed if you keep messing up.” 

felix curses into his headset when one of his enemies almost takes him out. it’s a close call; he’s getting sloppier and sloppier, nearly getting sniped by another player. 

you’re right. he needs to focus or he’ll lose. 

pull yourself together, lix. 

he shifts in your lap and whimpers when his next shot misses its target by a landslide. 

“lix! what are you doing?! put your head in the game mate!” 

chan’s voice rings through the headphones. one earpiece covers felix’s ear and the other is pushed back so he can hear both you and his teammates. he mumbles a shaky apology in the mic and you notice how his voice sounds oddly high-pitched. which means his friends must hear it too. perfect. 

“concentrate.” you press a kiss on his nape. his fuzzy hoodie tickles your nose. “you don’t want them to find out what’s really going on, do you?” 

felix shakes his head. he’d been the one who’d insisted on this: begged for more than the gentle pressure of your fingers inside his tight hole. and you’d obliged. with only one drawback: he has to finish this round first. 

and win. 

for the past twenty minutes felix has been sitting in your lap with your strap snugly fitted between his walls. every movement, not matter how small, has the curved head pressing against his sensitive prostate.

it’s torture. felix wants nothing more than to lift his hips and fuck himself on the silicon dildo but all he can do is sit as still as possible and keep his eyes fixed on the screen. he can’t afford any missteps now. not when he’s risking losing more than just this stupid game. 

watching your boyfriend struggle to keep himself from mindlessly grinding down onto your lap fills you with amusement. he looks so pretty like this: all flushed and agitated like he might lose his composure soon. his bottom lip is stuck between his teeth to stop himself from revealing his plight to his friends. every muscle in his body screams out in desperation; from his tense shoulders to his leaking cock twitching in your hand. there’s so much precum it dribbles down your fingers. at this point he may be wetter than you are and you’re surprised he’s been able to stay this still. just like him you hope the round doesn’t last much longer. you can’t wait to see the outcome. 

“i think you want them to hear you,” you whisper for his ears only. “want your friends to know you can’t wait to get fucked. what if i tell them i’m going to bend you over this desk if you win, hm? fuck your needy hole until you’re begging me to stop because it feels too good?”

felix can’t prevent the sudden moan leaving his lips. fuck, you know him too well. his ears burn at the idea of chan and jisung listening to him getting ruined and reduced to a sniffling mess. 

he can’t help but wonder how his friends would react. would they cut off the audio and never bring it up again, too flustered about having overheard something so salacious? or would they enjoy it… their pants tightening as they picture themselves in felix’s position. or (and the next thought is almost enough to make him blow on the spot), in yours. 

chan’s fat cock drilling into him while jisung holds felix down until he can feel his best friend’s cum drip down his ass—

shit. he has to stop and fucking focus for once.

felix knows you’re loving every minute of this. it’s evident in the way you chuckle when he fidgets in your lap. you’re thriving off his distress and it only makes his cock ache more. you keep whispering filthy words into his ear, seemingly unconcerned about anyone else who could be hearing them. 

would you want them to overhear? fuck, he can’t go there, not now—

felix has no idea how he makes it through the next ten minutes, but as soon as the victory screen pops up he disconnects from the voice channel with only a short, clipped “bye!” to his teammates. his hands are shaking as he tries to catch his breath. he won. 

“congratulations, pup,” your voice is sweet like honey and his heart beats impossibly faster when you take off his headphones and grab hold of his stuttering hips. “you deserve your reward.”

18+ only content - no minors

Content warnings:

afab!reader, dom!reader, sub!Jisung, soft D/s dynamics, prenegotiated kink, somnophilia, rimming, penetration, unprotected sex (be safe though y’all), Jisung’s kinda bratty but not really (he’s a good boy who wishes he was a brat)

Jisung falls asleep everywhere. You’ve known this nearly as long as you’ve known him, walking in to find him passed out on whatever surface he could turn into a makeshift bed (even some impressively uncomfortable looking ones, at times). He always looks so precious when sleeping: cheeks puffed out, lips parted slightly, eyelashes fluttering over delicate eyelids as he dreams. But as precious as he looks, it doesn’t take long for your thoughts to start turning… less innocent. 

You’ve seen and felt what those lips can do when he puts his mind to it, watched his cheeks rounding out as his lips stretch over your strap-on, his eyelashes catching tears as he cries from the torture of not being allowed to touch you, hands tied behind his back to force him to behave. The more often you find your boyfriend asleep where he shouldn’t be, the more your mind starts wandering, daydreaming of what you could be doing with him when he’s sweet and sleepy.

But you wouldn’t want to begrudge him his sleep - you know how hard he works, and how exhausted he gets after all the effort he puts in - and can’t bring yourself to wake him, so the most you ever do is what you can to make sure he’s sleeping comfortably. Toss a blanket over him, remove his headphones from falling onto the floor, kiss his cheek, and let him sleep. 

Until a couple of weeks ago. Until… well, until Jisung.

It wasn’t actually you who sparked the conversation. It was Jisung himself who came to you with a new request. Your boyfriend has never shied away from exploring new kinks; even if he wasn’t interested beyond trying it once, he’s adventurous, and you suppose it was only a matter of time before he approached you about this one. 

You were sitting in front of your computer, sipping hot tea while reviewing project proposals, groaning internally at the lack of originality or research the team had put into some of them. The last thing you were expecting was Jisung waltzing into the room and immediately hitting you with, “hey, have you ever thought about fucking me in my sleep?”

You barely avoided spraying tea all over your keyboard, but your sweater wasn’t quite so lucky, taking the majority of damage as you cursed and tried to mop up the spilled liquid.

“Sorry!” He didn’t look sorry at all. 

“Yeah, you look very contrite. Grab me a towel, please?” He smirked but did as you asked, and let you finish cleaning up. The moment that you were no longer distracted though, he threw the question at you again. “So? Have you ever thought about fucking me in my sleep?”

“Hi Jisung, it’s nice to see you, Jisung. How was your day, Jisung? Oh, mine was fine, thanks for asking.”

He rolled his eyes, “yeah yeah, hey babe, how are you, nice weather, and all that. Now let’s focus on the important questions.” He had started to twitch, and you could tell he seriously wanted an answer as anxiety started to take root. “Have you ever thought about fucking me in my sleep?” Jisung’s bravado petered out as he reached the end of his sentence, question getting quieter with every word as he looked at you.

“Oh, Sungie,” his chest puffed out a little as he tried to play it cool, “god, all the time, baby.” Jisung deflated in relief at your answer. He got like this occasionally when asking to try new things. He’s rarely ashamed of what he wants to try, but occasionally - when it was something he really wanted - he got a little nervous at your answer, at the thought that maybe this would be the time you laugh in his face (not that you ever would, and he knows that, but anxiety doesn’t always play by the rules). 

“Do you often think about me fucking you in your sleep?”

His cockiness was back, smirk in place when he answered, “oh, all the time. I wake up hard sometimes and wish you were already sitting on my cock, using me to get yourself off. Other times, I dream that you’re pounding into me, and I wake up messy and coming and screaming your name.”

“Fuck, Sung.” You grabbed him and kissed him hard, unable to resist the images he was creating. He kept talking between kisses, describing all the ways he’s dreamed that you could take him apart as you marked up his neck. It wasn’t long before you pulled him to the bedroom and fucked him like he wanted, hard and messy and making him cry.

But to your disappointment, you haven’t had a chance to play with him in his sleep yet. The morning after, you had sat down at the table to discuss it and set boundaries, and you agreed that you wouldn’t set a date, since he wanted to be surprised by it. You wanted to follow through on the “surprise him” request, so you didn’t do it the next time you found him asleep on the couch, nor the time you found him passed out in his chair in his home studio. But you could tell he was getting antsy, and to be entirely honest, so were you. But you stayed patient, knowing the perfect opportunity would come soon enough.

You’ve been in your own home office most of the day, but when you walk into the bedroom, you see Jisung stretched out on his front on the bed, hair still damp from a shower, notebook abandoned in front of him and a pen barely held between two fingers. His cheek is pillowed on his hand, and it’s making his lips purse out even more, and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you at the sight. Carefully lifting the pen from his lax grip, you set it and his notebook on the dresser, safely out of potential harm’s way, and trace your finger down his cheeks and over his lips. When you touch his lips, he makes a tiny noise, but when he doesn’t seem to be waking up, you continue your exploration, and slightly press your finger into his mouth, biting your lip on a gasp when he immediately starts to suck on your finger once it touches his tongue. 

You should have known. Of course even in his sleep he can’t resist something in his mouth. 

You send a silent thanks that Jisung has taken to ignoring underwear lately - so eager for you to follow through on his request to fuck him while he sleeps - as you carefully pull his shorts down over his butt, unable to fully remove them without waking him, but freeing him enough to give you access to his perky ass. He told you the other week that for the first time you two try this, while he does really want you to play with his “cute, little hole” (his words, accompanied by a tiny shimmy in his seat), he doesn’t want you to fuck him with your strap yet, but a little ass play, maybe a finger, to get him going would be very welcome. 

You haven’t gone for the lube in the nightstand yet, just palming his cheeks from your perch on the back of his thighs, grabbing lightly and squishing them together to watch the jiggle when you let go. Glancing up, Jisung looks to be asleep still, so you keep on with that for a moment, and then use one hand to spread him to get a view of that cute, little hole. Sliding further down his body, you pull his cheeks apart and lick softly between them, trying to keep an eye out for his reactions to make sure he’s not waking up yet. After a few more soft licks, you hear a soft grunt from above as he shifts, spreading his thighs a bit more in the process, the slight change in position giving you the chance you need to slide his shorts fully down his legs. He’s just in an oversized t-shirt now, legs spread on the bed, still dead to the world as he snuggles into the blanket he’s laying on. 

Now with more space to work, you can lick into him with more enthusiasm, still mindful of the sleeping man above you, but not quite willing to hold back when he looks so tempting. As you kiss and lick over his hole, down his perineum and back, his hips start to twitch, just slightly, providing a slight bit of friction to his dick trapped between his body and the bed. He’s loosening up, so you press the tip of your tongue into him, relishing in the quiet, breathy moan he lets out as you start fucking his hole more earnestly with your tongue, feeling yourself getting wetter at the tiny noises he’s making. 

One of your hands sneaks into your own panties to swipe through your folds and gather some of your own arousal on your fingers and bring that hand up to Jisung’s hole. Your mouth moves down to lick and suck over his balls while your wet fingers rub over where he’s starting to open up, and you edge in just the tip of one finger, startling a bit at the louder sound that draws from him. Still rubbing your fingers across his hole, you lift your head, surprised to see that he’s somehow still asleep, though he looks more restless now, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open around his own noises. 

You draw back and remove your own clothes, tossing them onto the floor beside the bed and move back up to settle beside Jisung. He’s settled a bit now that you’re no longer eating him out, so you experimentally push - oh, so lightly - at his shoulder to try to get him onto his back. It only takes a couple of gentle nudges for his eyebrows to draw down with a noise of annoyance, rolling away from the hand pushing at him. 

Once he’s on his back, his erection is finally out in the open, resting against his lower belly, hard and ready and all yours. You straddle him and line yourself up, watching his face as you slide down his length. The moment that you’ve got him fully inside you, his eyes shoot open as his hips jerk up, startling a cry out of you at the feeling. His eyes look wild when he lays them on you, hands grabbing your hips hard while he whimpers and thrusts up instinctively. Normally, you wouldn’t let him get away with bucking up into you without permission, even on accident, but the still-sleepy Jisung doesn’t seem to have the awareness about him to even try to behave, so you just roll your hips against him, and encourage him to move however feels right. 

Being given free reign so early into fucking you seems to have scrambled his brain, and his little “ah-ah”s are growing in volume. His eyes will squeeze shut and then immediately reopen to stare up at you in awe, and his hips are rolling up against you now, hitting a spot inside you perfectly. When you move to rub your clit, he looks down to where he’s inside of you and back up to your face, biting his lip with a familiar look of begging. 

“What do you want, baby?”

“P-please, let me do it?”

You’ve barely finished giving him a nod when his fingers replace your own and start moving on your clit, trying so hard to make you come before he does, but you know that he’s too close to the edge to succeed. You squeeze around him and grin down at the shout he lets out, head thrown back as he comes inside of you. You keep moving on him, working him through it, but instead of pulling off when he starts whining at the sensitivity, you keep moving.

“Keep going, Sungie, can you give me a little more? Make me feel good.” 

That’s all he needs to clench his jaw and nod, thumb finding your clit as he keeps thrusting into you, keeping a rhythm. You know he’s feeling the overstimulation now, but he keeps moving and starts babbling at you, “you gonna come? Please come, baby, I wanna see.”

Your fingernails dig into his chest through his shirt when he grinds up into you just right, and it draws a high-pitched moan from him. “Ah, ba-baby, so amazing, thank you, this was s-so hot, thank you, love this. Oh, fuck, wanna do this all the time.”

Your orgasm finally hits you listening to Jisung’s non-stop chatter about how good he feels. Once you’ve come down a bit from your high, you lay down against his chest, still with him inside you while you both catch your breaths. 

“So you enjoyed that?”

He looks at you incredulously, “are you kidding?” At your teasing look, he sticks out his tongue at you. “No, it was horrible, I definitely don’t want you to do that again, every single time you find me asleep for the rest of my life, that would just be terrible.”

You’re laughing now and lean into him for a kiss, smiling into it as he responds enthusiastically, arms wrapping around you from below. 

“Got it, never doing that again.”

“Please do that again all the time. A million more times, no! A billion!” 

“A billion seems a little over-reaching.”

“It’s not. It still won’t be enough times. So many times. All the times.”

You kiss him again, clenching around his dick still inside of you just to hear him groan.

“A billion, hmm?” He nods with a big grin on his face. “I’ll see what I can do.”

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Pairing ~ Sub Seungmin X Soft Dom Reader (afab) Genre ~ Smut, Fluff (a bit) !!smut warnings!! cunilingus, oral fixation, hand kink, dom reader, sub seungmin Word Count ~ 1,752 Author’s Note ~ I am so sorry to the requester for this taking so long! I hope it's worth the while, and what you wanted. Have a good day, babes <3 Requested ~ Yes! Support me by buying me a coffee here ☕️ !

Seungmin finally got to your apartment after a long, long day. He woke up super early and couldn’t get back to sleep, then he had to go to the studio and work on choreography for the next comeback as well as sing for the tracks. He was beyond exhausted even if it was just another ordinary day for him. 

As he walked into your place, he closed the door behind him and saw you relaxing on the couch. He walked over and flopped onto the couch next to you. He slightly crawled towards you, resting his head on your lap. You smiled, putting your phone down, and running your hands through his hair as he snuggled closer.

“Hi, baby, you just wanna relax right now?” You asked softly. He nodded his head in your lap, continuing to lead closer into your touch. “Alright, I’ll help you.” You moved your hands from his hair and danced them around his side before bringing it up to his throat, squeezing the slightest bit causing a moan from him. Your hands always, always got him going. From any sort of touch, especially around his bare skin. He grabbed your wrist softly, enjoying the sensation. You let go, allowing him to breathe normally again, before moving your fingers towards his mouth. 

He opened his mouth obediently, and you pushed your middle and index finger into his mouth. His plump lips and wet mouth felt so comforting around you. So warm and inviting the way he so desperately and excitedly sucked on your fingers. It made you feel safe, in control, and it made him feel small and submissive. The roles you both loved.

There’s nothing he loved more than having his mouth around you and seeing your hands playing with him or anything. He loved seeing you use your hands for anything because all he could think about was the way they made him feel. 

You pushed you fingers further into his mouth causing him to moan and push his head back taking them in. His tongue glided through your fingers, licking them, sucking on them happily, relaxing gently into your lap. You smiled at how content he was feeling, and how comfortable he was in your lap, the smallest task making him feel calmed.

“Hey, baby,” You called for him. “Hm?” He looked at you, his mouth still full of his fingers. He looked so cute, small and staring at you with glazed eyes. You removed your fingers out of his mouth, causing him to frown. “Knees, puppy, get on your knees.” You told him sternly. Seungmin obeyed, rushing to fall to his knees in front of you, looking as perfect as ever as he stared at you with intent waiting for your next command. You took your hand, the one he sucked on, and waved it in front of his face. He followed it as it moved side to side like a pendulum. “Such a good puppy.” You said as you moved the hand to grip his chin. 

His saliva coated his chin and made him wet, making him a mess of his own desperation. While he was trapped between your thighs, you entered your fingers back into his mouth, more sloppily this time. He happily sucked on your fingers like it was his only job in life.

“Good, puppy, doing so well for me. Do you like having my fingers in that pretty mouth of yours?” He nodded his head, mouth still stuffed full with his favorite thing: your hand.

Once again, you removed your fingers from his mouth and smeared it all over his face before pushing him away from you slightly. He watched you stand up in front of him, looking down into his eyes asserting dominance as you lowered your pants and underwear. He stayed lovingly at your body, your bare skin putting him in a trance as he began to stare at your clit. It was wet, pulsing, inviting. You sat down slowly, Seungmin staring deeply at your core wanting nothing more than to suck and lick your clit until the end of his days. 

But he doesn’t move. Seungmin knows better than to touch you without permission. “Oh, puppy, being so good. Take your shirt off.” You said darkly, eyes staring him down while he quickly removed his shirt, not wanting to make you wait. 

Now his torso was exposed, his shoulders tense in anticipation, his chest visibly showing his deep breaths. He looked so damn hot with this sight, being kneeled in front of you like a perfect obedient boy. Your perfect, obedient boy. 

You took your hands and moved them to his shoulders. He watched them, his cock twitching at the sight of your hands coming to touch him. He felt himself shudder when your hands made contact with his naked shoulders, eyes closing as he felt himself relax from the tense build up in his bones. Seungmin felt like he could cum undone with zero friction just from the sensation of your fingers tracing his skin and the sight of wanting pussy. He’s never wanted anything so badly. 

“Be a good pup, and eat me out, yeah?” You smirk at him as he beans at your words. “T-thank you!” He squeaks out. He dove into your thighs, going straight for your entrance, but you closed your thighs tightly around his face, stopping him from further movement. “How selfish of you to just go for it rather than pleasure me beforehand.” Seungmin felt awful, face falling immediately because he upset you. You noticed this and quickly fixed his emotions. “It’s okay, baby, I’m not mad. Go ahead and continue. But remember, I want to be pleasured, not used.” You moved your thighs, releasing him from the fleshy prison - of heaven as he saw it, Seungmin loved your thighs - and he nodded his head. 

He moved to turn his full lips towards the insides of your thighs, kissing them softly before sucking on them harshly, leaving the darkest, deepest purple marks along your skin. He couldn’t stop himself, he was so lost in the pleasure that he felt, and your moans only encouraged him as he moved towards your dripping cunt. 

Seungmin came face to face with your entrance, lost in a daze with how turned on he was and how ready he was to taste you. You looked down at him with soft eyes, you met them, and you nodded your head to single it was okay to continue. He immediately went towards you like he was on a mission, and he was, to make you cum.

As his wet tongue made contact with you, you shivered at the sensation. It felt so soothing having him explore you. His tongue dipped in and out of your hole while he moved his face to suck on your clit. You moaned loudly as he continued to devour you. You were so glad to have a man obsessed with eating you out because he fantastic at it. His oral fixation had him trained to do this best: lick, suck, and eat you out the perfect way. Seungmin was lost in bliss, happy to taste you and feel you in his mouth. His favorite time was this, kneeling between your legs, trapped between your thighs as he continued to pleasure you with his perfect mouth.

As a vocalist, Seungmin cherished his throat and mouth, and he used his skills for good when it came to eating you out. Actually he might’ve learned a thing or two from his learned vocal techniques that make you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

You may be the dominate one, but it’s almost like he has full power over you while he’s below you, pleasuring you, giving you everything you need and want.

But no matter what, he will always submit to you, he’ll always treat you so well and you the same. All he asks is to use you and please you with his mouth, but you’ll always give him so much more.

You felt yourself ready to climax, ready to collapse in his mouth at any minute. His mouth started to become too much. You took your hands that held you to the couch and placed them in front of his face. He stared, stuck, lost, stopped his actions too focused on your hands. You noticed, upset with his abrupt stop, and took one of your hands and used them o tease in front of his face. His eyes followed them. But he almost fell back when you suddenly held his nose in your hand, cutting off an airway for him to breathe while lowering yourself a bit to make yourself more clear.

“Did I say stop, puppy?” You asked, a deeper tone leaving your voice.

“N-no.”

“Be a good boy and keep going.”

He obeyed, quickly diving back in as your hand stayed. He couldn’t breathe for a moment, suffocated by your hand and pussy, but he knew better than to complain. He enjoyed this throughly, being held by your hands and sucking on you. His favorite thing.

You came back to your high quickly, Seungmin sucked more intensely to make up for his pause, and you felt yourself ready to come undone all over his face. You moved your hand from his nose and grabbed onto his head with both hands, grasping onto his hair from the roots. He moaned, eyes rolling back into his head, almost pulling away from your clit as he felt himself tense at the graphic scene in front of him.

You held him close, he continued to slip his tongue in and out as you moaned from your high, feeling fucked out from Seungmin eating you so nicely. As you came down from the intense lust filled face fucking scene, you held Seungmin there for a moment before allowing him to pull away from your pussy.

He stared at it, the dripping mess left there from your juices mixed with his spit. It was a masterpiece to him, seeing someone he loved so much fucked out from his own tongue. It made him feel proud, happy, adored. You looked at him, and he looked back at you. 

“You’re such a good boy, Minnie. Thank you.” You moved your hand to hold his cheek, and he happily fell into it with a smile, staying there and closing his eyes as he finally felt relaxed from the shit day he had.

“Thank you for having me.” 

warnings ; it’s like top x top with bottom changbin energy if that makes sense?? gn reader, face slapping, choking

notes ; here’s a lil something cause your girl is sick and has time for herself!! enjoy ❤️

Your boyfriend was so pretty under you like this, laying on the bed with your body straddling him.

Helpless, pleading, and sweating.

His body was slightly shaking from all the pleasure you put him through. His drawn abs were tight and his two hands were groping your thighs. His breath was gasping and it wasn’t just because he was reaching his limits, oh no, it surely was because your hand was circling his throat, pressing his jugular until his head was a light red, his eyes shutting slowly while his plump pink lips couldn’t hold back a lazy smile.

Changbin was absolutely gorgeous.

You can feel his hard cock against your grinding ass, silently asking you to do something to relieve him. His hips twitched, his dick rubbing on your soft skin. You don’t let him catch his breath back that you give one of his pretty cheeks a slap.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to move without my permission, am I wrong ?”

He bites his lips slowly and you can see that he’s trying his best not to move, but he was a brat.

Another slap on his face and he opened his mouth with a loud moan, sticking out his tongue for you to spit on it.

“Such a good boy for me. I need you to say what you want, now.”

You always loved Changbin’s eyes. Dark, expressive with this light that only the both of you can understand. Swallowing your spit without complaining, you can clearly see that tonight he’s here to play with your nerves.

“I need my slut to fuck me dumb.”

Yeah, Changbin was a brat. And a tough one.

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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It wasn’t easy to convince him to agree to this. In fact, you’re not sure if this is what he really wants or if he gave in just to get you to stop bringing it up every time you have sex.

SMUT — MINORS DNI

Even if that’s the case, how could you complain when he looks so pretty in the dimmed lights of the bedroom. Chest flushed, bottom lip between his teeth as he exhaled a shaky breath. His eyes aren’t on you, but on the toy around your waist. The one that’s diving deeper inside him, moving at an agonizing slow pace.

You giggle, reaching out to stroke his jaw. When your fingertips brush his chin, Minho looks up at you. Big, pretty eyes. Helplessness fills every corner of his gaze though he tries to hide it.

Maybe he didn’t really want it at first. But now, there’s no doubt he’ll be begging you for this again.

“Aw, what’s wrong, pretty?” You tease, a thumb on his bottom lip pulling down. Releasing it from his bite. The skin is punctured, dark red blood pearling on the sensitive surface. With your digit, you spread it across the expanse of the lip. Painting blood like lipstick. “Too much?”

Minho whimpers, shaking his head quickly. “N-no.”

“Not enough?”

Ah, that brings a nod from him. His hands come to your hips, nailing digging into the leather strap as he tries to bring you in closer. To have the thick dildo fill more of him up. The one he fought so hard against.

Your hand moves quickly from his chin, finding grip on his dark hard and yanking. Hard. Minho cries out, his cock twitching on his abs from the pain.

“Impatient.” You click your tongue, retracting your hips back. The toy slides until only the tip is inside of him. Nothing compared to what he so desperately needs. “Don’t be such a slut, or you won’t get my cock at all.”

You can see it. The fire hasn’t burned out in his eyes — a piece of him is still angry. That you would speak to him like this, that you would overpower him. That you would demean him by showing him how much he enjoys being pegged by you.

It’s cute. You like watching him suffer.

“Say sorry.” You coo, a cold hand wrapping around his cock. Minho shutters, the feeling of finally being touched enough to make him moan. Loud, deep.

“‘M sorry.” He gives in quickly his time, hands falling from your hips to show he means it. “I’m sorry, j-just please don’t stop touching me—“

“Oh? You like this?” Giving his cock one harsh, rough tug, Minho is verging on tears. It feels so good — your hands, the dildo. God, it’s all so good.

“So much.” He’s whining. You’ve never heard him make a sound like that before. Where’s all that dominance he brags about? Where’s the asshole who you can't stand outside the bedroom, the one who said he’d never kneel for anyone — especially you?

He’s the one begging beneath you so beautifully. It’s so nice to bring the untouchable down.

Humming, you roll your hips. Pushing the strap on deeper inside him. Slowly, the pace agony for him. You move until you’re so close to his spot that it brings tears to his eyes. Right there, you just need to move a little more—

“Do you want to cum?” You ask, rubbing a thumb up and down the vein of his cock.

Minho doesn’t hesitate, nodding quickly. “P-please?”

You lean in until your chest is against his, hand still firmly gripping his cock. Lips hovering above his, the blood staining them a pretty scarlet color. His breath is fanning over your face. Waiting. For your lips to meet, for you to pull out. For anything.

“Anything for you, angel.”

Your hips buck, pushing the toy so deep inside so quickly that Minho cries out against your lips. Pushing yourself back up, you grab a hold of his hips as you set a brutal pace.

He’s pinned the bed, legs spread wide and head thrown back against the pillow. His body is like a sculpture, handcrafted just for you. Yours to please, yours to fuck. Whatever you want to do to Minho.

And now, all you want to do to him is make him shatter. Break the marble into sharp pieces. Destroy the beauty. Leave him as nothing, as he always does with you.

“Is this what you fucking wanted?” You almost have to shout to be heard over his cries. “Hm? To be fucked like a little bitch?”

It’s like all Minho can do is cry. His hands gripping the sheets, head rolled back as he releases the prettiest sounds that you feel deserve an audience.

“Fuck.” He curses. “B-baby, please—“

Oh, the begging is too much. You can’t stop giggling, your whole body on fire from how pathetic he’s acting. “You’re so cute when you cry.” Grabbing his cock again, you start to pump with the beat of your hips. “Let’s see how pretty you are when you cum.”

What a delight it is to have his cock in your hands, the cum running down your wrist. There’s so much of it; puddling on his stomach, rolling down to the sheets. Everywhere.

When he’s finished, you grab his face again. Hold it still as you push your cum covered fingers in his mouth, making him gag on it. Forcing him to lick them clean.

“Good bitch.” You say so sweetly, grinning so evilly down at him.

To your surprise, the fire has died in his eyes. Replaced with awe, a slow smile spreading across his face. You’ve broken the unbreakable, putting the pieces back together in a way that compliments you better.

Though, it’s hard to extinguish a fire like Minho’s.

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

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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.

L.F

synopsis; you bought some new makeup just for your pretty boy, which he looks great in of course. So great you'd love to see how it looks running down his soft freckled cheeks.

This fic can be read with a gender neutral reader in mind.

"Hey Lix, i got somethin in the mail today." You bring the package towards your shared room, making the boy look up from his pc. "Really? Is it something for me?" He looks up at you from his place in his seat.

You hum, biting your lip. "I wanna try it." So here you are now, Felix sat snuggly on your dick with you facing each other. You apply a rosy shade of pink blush to match his adorably freckled cheeks and the cute peach sweater he has on.

He lets out a whimper as he gets moved a bit, making you fake frown. "Messed up your blush, now i gotta restart," You complain, knowing a small movement couldn't possibly have messed it up. "What's this?" he asks, picking up the mascara and inspecting it.

"Mascara, it's for the eyes. It makes your eyelashes pretty. Don't you wanna be pretty for me lovely?" You ask, tilting you head while looking at him. He whines looking away from you.

"Look up baby, i need to do your mascara. Don't blink." You say, leaning so close to him your able to see the heart shaped freckle on the side of his cheek. You thrust into him purposely, making him grab onto your shoulders and throw his head back.

"Lix!" you scold, "M' sorry, feels so good." He whimpers, attempting to rise a bit to take the pressure away from his prostate. "You're so full of love aren't you Lix? So cute love," His prettily long eyelashes flutter at praise, making him place a hand on your thigh for comfort.

"Poor Lix is so flustered from a bit of praise huh?" you tease, making him whimper. "Are you almost done? Feels so good," He slurs, already feelings so good despite you not moving. Poor boy gets so flustered from praise. With a dramatic pop of your lips you set down the mascara wand.

"Now for the finishing touch, some cute lipgloss i found that's just your shade." You coo, grabbing it from next to you and applying the sticky peach pink gloss to his plump lips. You kiss him, even getting the gloss onto your own lips.

"Oops, i gotta reapply it," you fake frown, making him sigh. You reapply the gloss for a final time, marveling at your work. The eyeliner and mascara make the boy look as pretty as a fairy. His glossed lips are so plump and delicously thick that you can't help but think about what else could be done with them.

"Im done sweet boy, have a look." You say, handing him the small mirror you prepared beforehand. His eyes light up, his small fingers going to his eyelashes to tug.

"Wow.." he says taken aback, looking back at you with big eyes. "You're so adorable Lixie, do you want your reward now?" you coo, brushing a stray hair behind his ear. He nods and puts down the mirror, looking back towards you in wonder.

"Gonna fuck you for doing such a good job keeping still." You say, flipping him around and staring at him from your position above him. He moans, grabbing onto the sheets below him as you start to fuck him.

"Feels so good," he slurs, looking up at you with the prettiest of tears in his deep brown eyes. "Crying already baby? We're just getting started Lix." You say, picking up the pace making his body jolt. He moans out, Throwing his arms around you and digging his nails into your back. "Please," He whimpers, biting his lip.

He brings a hand to his eyes to wipe at the steady flow of tears cascading down his face, smudging his carefully done mascara. "Should've bought waterproof mascara huh Lix? Messed up my hard work," you falsely pout, bringing a hand to wipe his tears for him further smudging the mascara.

"M' sorry," he stutters. "Feels s'good," he whimpers out, bring a hand over his mouth smudging the gloss there onto his cheek. "Look at you crying away all your makeup baby, it must feel good." You say, bringing a hand to toy with his nipples smudging gloss there too.

He lets out a string of moans, "Gonna come, please come with me," He begs, looking up at you with fresh tears in his eyes. "Come in me," he sniffles, meeting your thrusts half way. You groan, "Of course pretty baby." you coo.

ngl i was thinking of adding smth in where Lix holds the mirror while hes getting fucked lol but enjoy!!

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i think this is like..the best thing ive ever written and its now 3:30 am so i shall head to bed asap after posting this lol

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

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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.

— spoiled with sub ! seungmin 💭

🏷️ dom!reader, sub!seungmin, petname “puppy,” guilt kink (everyone’s fine), dacryphilia, very light angst.

punishing, rewarding, praising, and degrading. these things, to the average submissive, are entirely different ways to keep them going.

but punishments, rewards, praises, and degradation were all blurred lines to seungmin.

he was never bored of you. it’s only that he soaked up your treatment — and intentional mistreatment — no matter what he did. you’d pamper him and he’d eat it up, you’d spank him and he’d comply, and he always surrendered himself easily to you.

it’s just that he never broke to the point of tears and desperation.

“bad puppy.” you tapped his ass, threatening to spank — his cue to obey.

he sat up but your fingers remained. “good boy. want a treat?”

seungmin nodded with a smile.

but instead of spanking him, you pinched his ass.

seungmin yelped. “y/n! fuck! so…good!”

“that’s good to you?” you curled your fingers, pinching him harder.

he nodded and that was it.

your patience was running thin. you’ve had safety precautions beforehand and you told him how you wanted to ruin and destroy him.

“do you even want to be spoiled?”

“i-i’d rather be punished,” he smirked.

all you wanted was to take away until he can’t take anymore then watch him crumble afterwards.

so you stopped.

you stopped pinching, your face dropped to a neutral expression. a distance and a silence spawned in the room.

seungmin blinked, confused.

“wh-what?”

“i’m not punishing you.” you stood up, voice devoid of emotion.

“wait. n-no.”

“i’m not rewarding you either.”

“…did i do something wrong?”

you tapped your bracelet, a nonverbal sign that all of this was a part of the scene. “no, you didn’t.”

the gears in seungmin’s brain turned, going from genuine concern to a feeling he hadn’t felt before. it was…guilt, but not…really.

tears fell from his eyes. shaking from confusion and horniness, he crawled to you. he hugged your thighs, making you budge, shocking you since he’s exactly where you wanted him to be.

stripped away from all of his wants.

done, desperate, destroyed.

“no! please, i’ll do a-anything—y/n!” he begged.

why did that make his dick harder?

he humped your leg and hoped for more. he craved for you the way you craved this moment. he sobbed beneath you, tears running down his cheeks and thus your calves as he snuggled his face into them.

“poor puppy.” you grabbed ahold of his chin and lifted it. “anything is better than none at all?”

he whimpered and nodded. for once, a reward seemed exciting and a punishment finally felt punishing.

“now, what does puppy want for his treat?”

puppy seungmin or bunny changbinnnnn brainrot pleaseeeeeee asdfghjkl

bunny!changbin would be so so cute :(( his soft fluffy tail and ears, his cute little nose scrunching up every time you deny his orgasm. big brown eyes rimmed with tears and voice already hoarse from begging, "please, imma be a good boy for you, 'm your good bunny," wet sniffles turning into moans of pleasure when you finally let him cum. hot, thick ropes spilling all over his tummy, his frustrated cries when he sees the wasted mess turning into high-pitched whines as you sink down on his aching cock. the overstimulation hurts, but he wants to breed you so bad, and he said he'll be good for you... so he lets you use him to get off and milk his cock for hours, making good use of that rabbit stamina :))

SIMP — Paypig!König x Reader

It's a game he's grown used to throughout the months, blaming it purely on muscle memory the moment his muscular frame moves with agility, pulling his debit card out of his wallet and putting it down next to your hand, not daring to touch you or talk to you yet— he doesn't deserve it.

Half-lidded blue eyes watch with a mix of anxiety and excitement as you pick up his card, not sparing him a single glance as the long acrylics he paid for tap against your phone screen, scrolling multiple online stores before you find something you like.

“Come here.” The way he scurries over to you is almost enough to make you feel sorry for him. Almost. König doesn't waste any time on joining you in bed, holding his strong body over yours, his gaze inevitably drifting down to your ass as you present it to him, teasing him in a pair of panties he bought you last time you met.

“That's a good boy.” Even if your tone is sarcastic, König takes in the mocking praise, pride filling his twisted soul. He allows himself to lay some of his weight on you, slowly rubbing his hardening, clothed cock against your ass, thrusting at a pace gentle enough to make you feel more of him, despite the way you choose to ignore his advances.

“Buy anything you want, Meine Königin. My entire paycheck is there...” He closes his eyes, choosing the ignore the pit of anxiety building up inside him at the idea of you leaving him with nothing, calming himself down by planting ghost kisses along your shoulders and bare back, taking in the scent of your expensive shampoo.

Did I buy that for you, or was it another client? Not even the soldiers who have betrayed König's team can compare to how much of an enemy his own brain is. Jealousy is quick to set in, his bare hand drifting down to your hip and squeezing— not hard enough to make you up and leave, but hard enough to remind himself that you're there with him, not with another man.

“Oh?” He climbs through the ranks with more excitement ever since he met you, knowing he'll have more money to win you over with.

“Good boys get rewarded, don't they?” König doesn't even realize when the big, brooding soldier used as a battering ram became so pathetic, vigorously nodding his head to your words.

“You can fuck my panties. Ruin them again and it's coming out of your paycheck.” Your little threat goes in one ear and right out the other. The only thing he focused on was your permission, pale cheeks growing slightly warm and he wastes no time on pulling his needy, thick cock out of his pants, his gaze fixated on the pair of panties hugging your curves.

With a low groan, he slides his throbbing dick between the fabric of your panties, the friction sending shivers down his spine. His rough, calloused fingers dig into your skin as he starts to thrust, his movements rough and possessive.

“Fuck. Keep... keep using my card, Engel.” He manages to mutter between gritted teeth, his voice laced with desire and need. König's needy groans ring around the room, mixing in with your nails tapping your phone screen as you browse a different store, catching his eye.

Lingerie. The fact that your faith in him is so little to the point you know he's going to ruin yet another pair of panties makes him smirk, his hips slamming against your ass with more force. Truth to be told, he doesn't have any faith in himself either.

“I wonder if I should spend it all on the same place.” You think out loud, knowing König well enough to fully realize what he's into. The knowledge that you'll drain his hard-earned money makes his cock throb, feeling his precum staining your panties and skin, the evidence of his desire mingling with the fabric.

“Anything you need— Scheiße. Use it however you want, take it all.” The raw need for approval in his tone and words makes you laugh softly, only fueling his desire for more, his tired eyes closing again as his forehead rests on your warm back, his dick sliding between your plump ass cheeks, letting the warmth wrap around him.

König adjusts his position, his cock throbbing in his hand as he aligns himself with your puckered hole. It's a reward he gets whenever he lets you use his entire paycheck— not deserving of fucking your pussy until he gets another promotion.

With a steady, controlled thrust, he slowly pushes himself into your hole, applying more pressure when he hears your small whimper. A low moan escapes his lips the moment your tight hole gives him, allowing him to feel the tightness and warmth surrounding him, waves of pleasure coursing through his body like lightning.

“Where did you learn how to fuck? It's awful.” König's breath hitches at your degradation, a mix of arousal and vulnerability washing over him. He continues to thrust into your ass, rolling his muscular hips as he tries to prove himself to you.

“I can do better.” He promises in a muffled whisper, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon. With renewed determination, he adjusts his rhythm, finding a pace that has you gripping the sheets, even when you try to act all high and mighty with him. His hips slam against your ass with an increased, newfound intensity, his thrusts becoming more powerful and precise just to please you.

“Too big for your own good.” König lets out a quiet whimper at your words, feeling his cock throb inside your pulsating, tight ass, the familiar knot in his stomach tightening up when he sees you grabbing your phone again, biting your thumb to prevent yourself from moaning as you scroll on a different luxury shop.

$1750.

His eyes widen when he sees the lingerie set that caught your eye, anxiety and desire mixing together while he rams into you faster, making your entire body shake at the sensation of every single nerve being massaged by his veiny, pathetic cock.

König almost knocks the air out of you the moment more of his weight is placed over you, slamming himself into your ass as deep as possible, his balls tightening up as ropes of thick, hot cum shoot into your ass the moment he sees the purchase was completed.

Body Language, Pt. 2

Part 1:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/642653179122794496/body-language-pt-1

Part 3:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645923305711370240/body-language-pt-3

“(Y-Y/n), l-let me explain,” he rushed, eyes wide, voice high and squeaky. I simply stared at him, letting the fear turn over in his mind. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer. Seeing the sweat on his forehead leading down to his terrified eyes made me want to tie him up and ruin him right that second. But he would have to wait.

Torturing him was the best part.

※※※

Turning to close the bedroom door, I stayed silent. I only did this when I was furious, and he knew it. Still facing the wood, I brought my hand up and slammed it against the doorframe. I heard Spencer whimper behind me. 

“Spencer Reid?” I asked.

“Yes (Y-Y/n)?” he said almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Did I give you permission to call me by my name?,” I growled, my voice raising slightly.

“No Ma’am!” he squeaked loudly. I whirled to face him. 

“When,” I annunciated the first syllable of my sentence with a step towards him, “Did I ever give you permission to touch yourself while I’m not here?” His jaw tensed as he realized how much trouble he was in. “And do you have any idea how fucking obvious you were today? Looking at me and biting your lip in the goddamn conference room in front of everyone,” I scoffed. As of now, I was standing next to the bed, looking down at him with a hard stare. He clutched the sheets closer, which made me cock my eyebrow. “So you practically spoke about wanting me to fuck you with your body language today, but you think you get to hide your gorgeous body from me when I get home?” I questioned. His eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously.

 I watched as he slowly crawled towards me on all fours, sitting on his knees and putting his hands behind his back as he reached the side of the bed I was on. I lifted his chin with my finger, to which he refused. Then I grabbed his chin forcefully and yanked it closer to my face. I leaned in so my lips were right beside his ear. “I’m going to tie you up and ruin you,” I whispered, causing Spencer’s whole body to shudder. 

I let go of his chin, and turned around to the dresser where our assortment of all different colors, textures, and sizes of toys and ropes were kept. Picking out a few things, I lifted them out and placed them on the end of the bed. I glanced at Reid, watching him eye the items with nervousness. 

I crossed over to him and laced my fingers into his long hair, pulling him to meet my lips in passionate kiss. At first he was hesitant, confused as to why I was kissing him instead of punishing him.

Oh, we were just getting started.

Body Language, Pt. 3

Part 1:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/642653179122794496/body-language-pt-1

Part 2:

   https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645851107666591744/body-language-pt-2

I crossed over to him and laced my fingers into his long hair, pulling him to meet my lips in passionate kiss. At first he was hesitant, confused as to why I was kissing him instead of punishing him.

Oh, we were just getting started.

※※※

Spencer tugged against the ropes that tied his wrists together and to the bed. I had also bound his legs to the bottom of the bedframe, but unlike his arms, they were spread wide. I chuckled at his weak attempt at a struggle. Blowing out the match in front of candle I had just lit on the dresser, I turned to him.

I had taken off everything but my bra and underwear, which were both black and lacy.

“Really, Doctor?” I said, knowing he loved the use of the honorific, especially in the bedroom., “Now you’re trying to get out of this punishment? I don’t think so,” I drawled. He let his head hit the pillows, huffing in frustration. I stepped towards him, asking him the most important question before I began to touch him. “Safe word?”

“G-gravity,” he breathed.

“Good boy,” I said as I ran a finger from his collarbone continually down his torso, causing him to whimper softly.  My finger stopped at his hips, “You were so transparent today, Doctor. I bet half of the team knows we’re having sex now,” I cooed as gripping his pale skin with my hands. I climbed on the bed, straddling his stomach with my thighs. “Is that what you wanted, boy? Showing the whole team how submissive you really are? How I can make eye contact with you and already have you begging at my feet?” I teased, rocking back and forth slightly. He shuddered and began to say something, but stopped short when his eyes met mine. “What was that, pretty boy?” I asked, leaning closer to his face. He shook his head, looking regretful already. “Answer me,” I said sternly.

“How do they know that I-I’m not the dominant?” He said quietly, but with a hint of annoyance. 

Any mercy that I had was immediately gone. I yanked his head back by his hair and he moaned loudly, “Really, boy? Now you’re going to talk back to me?” I snarled, “How they know that I’m the dominant is because they can read your body language better than you know how to control it,” I seethed. “How you always have your head down, hands behind your back when someone is yelling, how you look up from under your eyelashes when you’re shy?” I began, nipping at his neck to prove each point. “How about when you called me ‘Miss’ on our last case, and couldn’t make eye contact with anyone after you realized what you might have given away? That’s how they know you aren’t in control here, Pet,” I hissed, sucking at his neck harshly while he whimpered underneath me. I slid down his body, until I was settled comfortably between his legs. The tip of my finger traced spirals from his hipbones all the way to his base. I suddenly gripped him in my hand, hearing a yelp from above me.

“P-please!” he said in desperate voice.

“I know you can do better than that, slut,” I said, slapping his thigh, “Come on, pretty boy, you can do better.”

“Mistress please touch me, I can be good, please,  please,” he begged.

“How pathetic,” I started, “But then again, I do love it when you beg.” I took him in my hand, slowly pumping as he hissed and moaned. “Do you like this, baby?” I asked, nipping at his thighs. 

“Ah- yes!” he cried. He began to tremble as my hand moved faster and faster. His whimper as I pulled my hand away abruptly made me smirk. 

“Oh, you didn’t think you would get to come, did you?” I laughed, “This is a punishment, boy, not a reward.” I reached over to the corner of the mattress, picking up a cock ring and slipping it on him. He groaned. I picked up a small remote, and pressed a button. Spencer cried out as the ring vibrated. “Aw baby, it’s so easy to get you desperate,” I whispered, moving up to his chest, “Only a hand-job and a vibrating ring and you’re already crying for more?” I said, licking over the purple marks on his neck, causing him to cry out another time. “Oh pretty boy, we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” I said sultrily, sliding off of him and the bed as I grabbed the black, still-lit candle, a leather riding crop, and a thick tie from his drawer. I put the candle and crop down beside the bed, while I tied the tie around his eyes as a blindfold. “Is this okay, pretty boy?” I asked, I saw him nod, “And what’s your safe word again?”

“Gravity,” he breathed. 

“We haven’t done a lot of temperature play, so you have to use your safe word if you get uncomfortable at any time, do you understand me?” I said, a little sternly so as to get my point across. I knew if I didn’t remind him of it, he wouldn’t say anything unless he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

“Y-yes Ma’am,” he said, trying to stifle a moan at the vibrations that continued to radiate through his cock. 

“Good boy,” I said, causing his lips to twitch into a smile. I picked up the riding crop, and began tracing it all over his soft, exposed skin. I heard him breathing lightly in anticipation. His face looked confused when I brought it away from his body, but moaned loudly when it smacked his inner thigh. I repeated this a few more times, watching him begin to wriggle his body in excited nervousness. 

I dipped a finger in the wax, and touched it to his neck. He whimpered, causing me to stop.

“Please k-keep going,” he breathed. I was glad it wasn’t a sound of distress. It gave me pleasure to give him pleasure. I held the candle above his chest, tipping it very slightly to the side, so the wax would drip out and onto him. He moaned in a high pitch as the wax hit his body, and kept on making obscene noises as I moved the black candle lower and lower. “Ngh- fuck!” he moaned loudly as the wax reached his lower pelvic area, right above where I had begun to tease him.

I tilted it back upright and crossed back to place it again on the dresser, making him whine at the loss of the pleasantly painful heat. 

Yet again, I crouched between his legs on the bed.

“You’ve been sooo good, Spencer,” I said, tracing one finger over his tip. He bit his lip to keep from crying out again. 

I grabbed the cock ring and slipped it off quickly, immediately replacing it with my mouth. He let out a strangled whine as I bobbed my head at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ma-am, I- fuck, ah, fuck!” he cried, throwing his head back again. I hummed, letting the vibrations go through his cock.

I paused, “You have to use your words, Pet,” I whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do...” I trailed off lowly.

“Faster!” he yelped. I slapped his thigh, hard.

“Manners,” I growled

“Mistress please go faster! Please, I need to-” I smirked and cut him off mid-sentence by slipping my lips back around is hard cock, swirling my tongue around and gripping his thighs hard enough to leave bruises.

“Agh- p-please! I-” he cried out. I bobbed my head faster and faster, moaning into him, the vibrations from my mouth bringing him closer to the edge.

He started shaking, and I could tell what was about to happen.

“I-I’m going to-ah! I’m- ngghhh-”

I quickly lifted myself up is body and ripped the tie from his face.

“Look me in the eyes when you come,” I commanded. He blushed and threw his head back momentarily. As he reached his climax, I dragged my nails down his thighs and locked eyes with him as he sobbed and came in my mouth. I swallowed most of it, hating the taste as always. But he liked watching me swallow, and he had earned it. I quickly turned and released his legs from the restraints.

Spencer’s body collapsed against the sheets, legs trembling and panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. I climbed up his limp body one last time, resting my palms against the sides of his face and kissing him passionately. 

I pulled away, “I love you, Spencer,” I whispered, pressing my lips back to his, softly this time. I reached up and untied his wrists as well. He hummed into the kiss, opening his eyes and bringing his hand up to stroke my cheek.

“I love you too, (Y/n),” he whispered back. I pressed my forehead to his, then gently climbed off and tip toed to the bathroom, coming back with a cool, wet towel. I wiped the wax, sweat, and drops of what I didn’t swallow from his body. After I finished, I tossed the soft rag into the bathroom, and crawled into bed beside him. We were both sweating, so I left the sheets crumpled at the end of the bed. I rested his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes softly. Suddenly, he looked up at me with concern.

“Hey, are you okay pretty boy?” I asked, stroking my hand through his curls. 

“Yes, I just realized you didn’t-”

“Sshh, baby it’s okay,” I said soothingly, “You’re tired baby, I’m not going to ask you to do anything today.”

He frowned at me, pushing off me and sliding from the bed to his knees on the floor. I smiled and shook my head lying down on my stomach with my arms hanging off the bed. I combed a hand through his hair again, “Aww Pet it’s okay, we can rest for now baby boy,” I said. 

He furrowed his brows and shook his head. He whispered something but I couldn’t quite hear him.

“Raise your voice, love,” I said gently.

“I want you to r-ride my face,” he said softly, looking up at me with puppy eyes. I just smiled. 

“Alright boy, but you better make it quick, we have dinner with the team in 20 minutes,” I laughed. Spencer’s eyes widened, looking down to the bruises on his wrists softly touching the marks on his neck. He groaned.

“Uh-uh! I don’t need your complaining, show me how much you appreciate what I did for you, pretty boy,” I teased playfully.

※※※

It’s safe to say we were a little late for that dinner.

DOM & SUB || Chris Evans x reader one shot

Words: 1103

Warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex

SUMMARY: Chris and his girlfriend are having good time together.

Author: Rouge and Ailo

I gave a gentle lick to the head of his cock and he bucked his hips. “God, please. Please, please, I need it.” Chris moaned, straining against his restraints. “I’ll do anything. Please just, please.” I lick my lips as I look down at the poor man beneath me. Chris was covered in fresh love bites, on his neck, chest, abs, even his thighs. The abs and thighs were where he had started getting desperate for more. Just about every inch of him had been at least kissed or licked. Well, there were more than a few inches that hadn't been given any attention this whole time until just now. “Please, what?” I ask, teasing him with my hot breath on his cock. “Fuck’s sake woman! Either suck my cock or ride it! I can't take anymore teasing!” He barked out, trying even harder to get free. That was all I needed, I wrapped the head of his cock with my mouth and took him as far as I could. “Yes!” He cried out as he thrust his cock even further down my throat, choking me slightly. I may have teased him a bit too much. Not my fault, he loved it and I just wanted to do what he loved. I knew the more I teased, the harder he would eventually come and I wanted him to have a mindblowing orgasm tonight. I sucked him hard and used my mouth to the best of my abilities. He was letting out enough curses between moans. I loved his dirty mouth. I release his cock from my mouth, much to his... Disappointment. “I swear to fucking God if you do not finish me off I’ll....” And he trailed off as he thrusted his cock towards me and groaned. “You’ll what?” I ask and lick him from tip to base. “GOD! I WILL FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU WON’T WALK FOR A MONTH. THEN I’LL FUCK YOU HARD EVERY DAY OF THAT MONTH. I’LL FILL YOUR PUSSY WITH EVERY DROP OF MY COME. I’LL FUCKING MAKE YOU ALL MINE.” If I hadn't already been turned on that would certainly have done the trick. “God, yes, yes, yes, yes. Baby, please ride me. Ride me now.” I was so wet it was easy to slide slowly down his impressively girthy cock. From how he was panting and leaning his head back into the pillows I knew he was struggling not to thrust into me before I was ready. Once he was all the way in I let out a moan. Sweet Jesus, that feels good. Chris filled me so completely and it was still amazing even almost after a year of having sex with him. I lifted myself up until only the head of him was in me and then I dropped myself back down onto him. He cried out, struggling against his restraints again. “Do you want those off?” I ask. “What zone are we in?” “Very fucking green. I’m loving this. I want them off but I’ll take control if you take them off and I want you in control right now.” He says and I feel reassured so I keep going. “Alright, honey. All you have to do is ask and control is yours.” I remind him. He nods and looks down my body, licking his lips as he looks at my breasts, then letting out a moan as he looks at where we’re connected. He leans his head back with a smile as he bites his bottom lip slightly. I can't help but smile at him, he is so fucking gorgeous underneath me with his hands tied above his head. But enough of that, I need to ride him like this is my last night on earth. I start a gentle rhythm, going up and down his length. This feels nice, it’s intimate, but I need more once that I’ve adjusted to him. My hands are resting on his abs and I start to bounce up and down on him fast and with more force. His eyes had been closed while he enjoyed the slow movements from before but now they shot open as he looked at me with his mouth open. With his mouth open even the smallest of his sounds of pleasure came out while I started riding him hard. I drag my nails down his chest and he starts bucking his hips and arching his back. “Fuck! Harder. Dig your nails in baby.” He begs and keeps bucking his hips into me. I swear it is a struggle to not come undone already but if I come now I don't think I’ll have the strength to keep riding him. I clench around him while a go up and down and drag my nails along his chest again making sure to dig in harder. From the way his eyes roll back into his head and the downright sinful moan that escapes his mouth I can tell I did things just right. His beautiful mouth stays open in an O shape. That means he’s getting close, thank goodness because I am seconds from my own. I quickly reach up to his hands, pausing my movements on his cock, much to his displeasure. I free his hands and continue to ride him. “God, fuck me, Chris, fuck me!” I moan and lean down onto his chest. He grabs my hips, taking control as he’s supposed to, and he pounds into me for all he’s worth. I snap back into an upright position while he pounds into me from below. God, the way he hits all the right spots drives me wild. “I’m, I’m gonna, oh tell me you’re close.” He says as his thrusts are now utterly frantic. “Yes!” I damn near screech out as I orgasm, spasming around him, my nails digging into his chest. He grips my hips so tight I know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. He arches into me as deep as he can while pulling me down onto his cock as much as possible. His orgasm finally is hitting him as he pumps into me a last few times, cumming deep inside of me. I collapse onto his heaving chest and nearly fall asleep right there. I finally catch my breath and the waves of pleasure eventually subside enough that I can think. Then we cuddle up. “Fucking amazing.” He says with a contented sigh as his arm is being wrapped around my waist. “I love you." "I love you too" I only whisper, kissing his pulsepoint as I close my eyes, slowly falling asleep next to him.

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Hello Everyone

I’m J.T and this is my fanfic blog

I made this blog to post my self indulgent fics after being inspired by others so it is gonna have nsfw writing. I’ve had Tumblr for a while however this will be my first time posting anything let alone my writing. I am still new to being an active poster and writer so please be patient as i find my footing.

My fics will usually include:

- A black and or poc reader/oc (since i am black that's what I relate too most and I hope other poc readers can feel represented in my stories seeing as there aren't enough out there)

-G/n or fem reader/oc (i don't have the most experience writing from a male perspective however i hope i can use this blog to practice and gain feedback. I will mostly start out writing wlw, wlm, nblw, nblm, ect)

-Smutty or suggestive fics (this blog will not only be 18+ content however since there will be a lot if smut it is 18+) 

-There will also be some extreme sexual content so i would suggest you read all the way through his post before following but even if you don't all of my works will have TWs and CWs at the very beginning.

-Fluff

-Angst

-AUs (married, hybrid, mafia. a/b/o, soulmate).

-Yandere/Codependent toxic relationships (some will be fluffy and romantic however I do not condone this irl)

My writing will center around some of the fandoms that i am currently into however because i am neurodivergent that list tends to change based on what I'm hyperfixated on at any given moment.

Who i write for(will change fairly frequently)

K-pop

-Ateez

-TBZ

-BTS

-NCT(all units)

-Enhypen

-TXT

-Twice(pls recommend more girl groups)

-Got7

-E’last

-Cix

-SVT

-Victon

-MX

-p1Harmony

Anime:

-BNHA(Aged up)

-Seraph of the End

-Demon Slayer

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Naruto

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom

-Balance Unlimited

Other

-Marvel 

-DC

-Obey Me

-The Umbrella Academy

-Alice in Borderland

-TVD/The Originals

i will try to take requests however its hard for me to write good works about ideas that I didn't think of or aren't interested in.

NSFW:

This is a mostly Dom!reader blog. Most of my stories will be either dom!reader switch!reader or no express roles will be stated. I need to be in a specific headspace to write sub!reader so when that happens i will make a post asking for sub!reader ideas and requests. Only minor FICTIONAL CHARACTERS will be aged up I will not write about “aged up” real people for example aged up Bakugo is fine but no aged up Huenigkai. Real minors and or barley legals will only have fluff and angst about them no smut or even suggestive. 

I will make sure to add TW and CW at the beginning of all of my stories to avoid accidentally triggering someone. I would like people who aren't into all of my depraved shit to still be able to safely read and enjoy my blog.

Kinks(some are extreme so please leave my blog if that will trigger you):

-BDSM

-Overstim

-Orgasm Control/Denial

-Femdom

-G!P

-Feminization

-Crossdressing

-Mommy/Daddy

-Sensory deprivation

-Marking

-Breeding

-Goddess/Worship

-Dollification

-Objectification

-Dumbification

-Pet Play

-Caging

-Knifeplay

-Cumplay

-Watersports/Omo

-Spitplay

-Yandere/Obsession

-Cnc/coercion (agreed upon beforehand)

-Humiliation

-Public/exhibitionism

-Voyeurism

-Somonophilia

I won’t write(hard limits)

-Scat

-Vomit

-Rape

-Incest

-Beastiality( only human form hybrids)