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I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

icantmakemymindupaboutcharacterdesign.png featuring a collection of slightly altered, same-faced Jharodes from various points in time. Also, gold?? For worldbuilding reasons. Idk how i feel about it on him yet

i know i screamed via private messages but 🫦🫦🫦 i'm so.. i'm. i'm being wrecked tonight. 😭😭 you have such a beautiful mind my dear friend. truly.

Pairing: Chan x Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI due to adult content. Immobilization, use of restraints, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cum play, use of pet names, implied foursome, mentions of ovulation and birth control.

Word Count: 900 and some change.

Author’s Note: Some kinks just go with certain people and I need a million more fics about it. So I contributed a very short drabble to the collection.

Nothing brings Chan more joy than you strapped down on his favorite piece of furniture in the house. The breeding bench is what he called it when he first showed you. Restraints to keep you secured, face down on your hands and knees, leaving you exposed for those who wish to play with you. 

He built the bench himself. Chest full of pride when he shows it off. Took a long Reddit post, help from the home improvement store, and some trial and error to get right. Plush padding covered in a vinyl case lines the wood to be easy to clean and sanitize. He desires your comfort and aims to avoid bacteria growth.

You two use the bench for special occasions only.

Ovulation night. 

The one singular night Chan circled with a heart in bright red on the calendar in the kitchen. It’s the middle of the small window for better chances for you to get pregnant. Chan knows you are on birth control. You have been the entire duration of your relationship. Still, doesn’t deter him from trying. There is still a chance it will take, a small one, but still a chance. 

Truth be told, you both know you no matter how many loads he fucks into you tonight, it’s not gonna take. It’s only to fulfill his fantasies. One that you share. It’s why your heart pounds in your chest. The reason your body buzzes with excitement when being strapped down into the bench. There is support under your stomach, so there is no real strain. All you have to do is take what he gives to you. 

You want it. 

Just as much as Chan does.

Chan gives a hum of approval when he brings his hand to your slit. You’re wet already. He hasn’t even touched you till now. He says this is how it should be. It’s right to want this. Even your body knows what you need. 

“Good.” Chan says with enthusiasm. Your muffled moan comes out low when Chan slips a finger into your hole. Soon another follows. Not building you up to anything in particular. Overstimulating you will ruin his fun. No, he has to take his time. All you focus on is the sweetness in his voice. “Very good. Just relax for me. I’ll take care of you. I always do.”

Chan continues to work his fingers inside you. In and out till comfortable. A third soon follows, now stretching you open. You need to be prepared, ready for what he has planned. “We have a long night ahead of us, bunny. Gonna drain my balls inside of you.”

It’s easy to fall into subspace when trapped like this. You don’t have to move. Don’t have to think. Just accept what Chan gives you. There is no stress from mortgage payments. No annoying dishwasher leaking water. The stress of the day slips away. All that matters is you and your loving partner. 

“Fuck, baby.” Chan hisses through gritted teeth. His cock slips in with ease, dragging against your warm, wet walls till buried deep. The first few thrusts are slow, experimental to make sure you have no pain. His groan is loud and sinful in the empty basement. “Cunt of yours sucking my cock in. It knows, bunny, your body knows how much you need my cum.” 

Sometimes you wonder if Chan is right. You both prefer to avoid sex during the week leading up to your ovulation window. The wait makes you both desperate. The satisfaction is rewarding in the end. 

Chan now fucks with intent, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. The sound of skin on skin fills the room. The faster he comes, the sooner he can recover and go another round. Chan always has a personal record to beat. You just hope he doesn’t cause his heart to give out. 

When Chan comes, he presses his cock deep inside you, and stills. He waits till his cock stops pulsing and his legs stop spasming. You can feel the fresh rush of seed paint your walls. Now is when you earn your orgasm. His fingers tease at your clit to make sure you come around his cock. 

“There is so much.” Chan says slowly, pulling his cock out. He sounds delighted while his fingers try to drag his cum back into your hole. “Doesn’t want to stay in.”

The plan now is to take a slight break. It’s a chance for you to rest, hydrate, and prepare for more rounds. The straps come off your limbs, allowing you to move. Chan helps you rotate to sit down. The mess of fluids pools on the mat under you. A thought for later when clean up happens. All that matters is the refreshing glass of water being offered to you. 

Somewhere in the house, a door shuts. Footsteps follow, moving throughout the house, moving closer to the basement steps. You give a concerned glance over to Chan. His lips curl up into a smile. He’s planned something for tonight.

“Don’t worry, bunny. That’s just Bin and Ji. They’re here to help me keep you full tonight. Do you want that bunny?”

Oh, how thoughtful! He thinks of everything. That's the reason you're with him. He continues to enact all your wildest dreams. There is nothing but adoration in your eyes when you plead with Chan.

“Please? I need it Channie.”

 “Of course.” Chan responds, rubbing reassuring circles against your hip. “Gotta make sure you’re thoroughly bred. We want it to stick, don’t we?”

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Imagine your villain f/o reminding you that you can talk to them:

-That when you're with them, you're allowed- no wanted-to be imperfect.

-That you are safe to be loud, and odd, and sad, and angry, and happy! With them, you're allowed to be.

-They don't expect you to be a ray of sunshine every moment of every day. They understand that some days will be better than others, and they want nothing more than to be by your side when the storm hits.

-You sit on the floor with your hair a mess, your face stained by tears, your knees pulled to your chest, and your body trembling.

-Your F/o stands above you as they try to process everything. In their head they seethe, who would dare make their y/n feel like this?

-But from outside they take a deep breath-

-and they fall on their knees beside you.

-"Y/n?" They whisper to you softly and they place their hand on your knee. "Can you look at me, my darling?"

-They gently pull your face to theirs by your chin and then move their hand up to stoke your cheek as they try to wipe away your tears.

-"What happened, my dear? Please tell me."

-Maybe you're not ready, and that's okay too.

-Maybe all you can do is shake your head and crawl into their arms.

-They will hold you, and they will hold you tight. They would place the softest kisses upon your head as they whisper words of love and comfort into your ears.

-But if you are ready, they hold you close as they listen to you intently.

-They rub their hands up and down your arms, and let you lean on their chest.

-Afterwards, perhaps false guilt begins to swell in your mind.

-You hide your face from them to say, "I'm sorry, this-this isn't your problem, I-I hope I didn't--ruin--interupt anything-"

-"Stop it, Y/n." They tell you sternly. "First of all, we're a couple, we're companions, partners, that means your problems are my problems, understand?"

-"F-F/o..."

-"Secondly," their voice changes to something soft as they press your foreheads together and place a soft kiss on your lips, "How many times have you been there for me in my darkest moments? How many times have you stuck by me through meltdowns, rages, and panic attacks?"

-Your face flushes, deep red spreading across your face, "A few..."

-They chuckle and wink at you with a smirk, "A bit more than 'a few,' I'd say."

-You smile as they look at you with the most loving gaze imaginable, cup your face in their hands, and kiss the top of your head, "So please, never think that you need to hide yourself from me. I love you, and I'll always be there for you, just as you've been there for me, my dear."

while yall were busy with bigfoot and furry twig, i was busy being horny on main