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𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 → in which (y/n) shows her boss who she really is...

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 → employee! fem! omega! top! reader × boss ! bottom! alpha! dwayne.

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 → yet another age gap (reader is 20 dwayne is 30 ) badly written omegaverse , sexual tension (but no smut) , dwayne is a jerk in this (but trust me bro he's a goofball irl 😭) PLEASE DON'T REPOST THIS ANYWHERE ELSE. MINORS DON'T INTERACT!! (pls protect your eyes...)

"nope!"

"horrible!"

"tsk! my four year old cousin can do better than that!"

i can hear his voice and click of his shoes getting closer. he makes me sick...

my boss is a egotistical alpha,that towers over anyone who is an omega or unfortunately a beta.

and unfortunately, i'm a omega but i won't let this a-hole step over me. i want to see him on his knees.

"lastly...(y/n)!"

he stood over me with a sly smile on his face and the leaned over to examine my report "...not bad..."

"t-thank you sir–"

"for a omega!" he laughed manically while hopefully waiting for someone else to laugh but the office was silent.

"i said for an omega, right?" dwayne released this pheromones into the air causing everyone to agree with him.

he chuckles in satisfaction. "can i speak to you in my office?" he whispered.

i stood up from my desk and walked towards his office. he closed the door behind me. "do you know why i'm a alpah?" he asked me.

"because you're a jerk and also have a humongous ego?" i answer his question with sarcasm, which caused him to laugh.

"no... no, i'm a alpha because little omega's like you don't know how to keep quiet."

i can tell he's releasing the pheromones to scare me. not today.

he noticed that i wasn't reacting and quickly stopped "what? how did you–"

i began to walk towards him slowly releasing my pheromones into the air, i noticed that he began to tremble slightly. "aww, what's wrong? have you met your match?" i whispered into his ear, he let out a small whimper.

"you...son of a– nhhhggg!" he quickly fell to knees, i knelt down towards him and lifted his face up, his eye were big and filled with mercy.

"now... what you saying about omegas who can't keep quiet?" i questioned him

he was silent and i had enough, i pinned him to the ground restricting his hands above his head. "answer my question." i demanded him.

"i-i uhhhh...n-nothing..." he muttered his sentence.

at this point he was a mess, covered in sweat, trembling, and visibly aroused.

"you better respect me in this office or i'll tell everyone how you fell to your knees for me. got it?"

"y-yes. ms. (y/n)..."

"good boy..."

AHHHHHHHHH– srry if it's short :((

so yeah i'm not done yet i have one more video left to do (and don't worry it's all fluff/soft content) so i'll see you later 😊

DO NOT REPOST OR SEND TO THE PEOPLE MENTIONED IN FIC!!

MINORS DON'T INTERACT WITH THIS POST!!!

ALSO BANNERS BELONG TO @cafekitsune

FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕monsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. ✶ IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.

the prospect of you being fired—or worse, being put in a cell—was incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkman’s arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.

it shouldn’t be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artist’s mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.

realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.

francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. “don’t tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,” your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.

when you didn’t respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, “aw, c’mon. . .we both know that you’re too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please don’t try that again.” his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.

“you’re gullible enough to think i’d do that for you.” the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. “me? but you’re the one who let me in here,” he laughed, tone rather arrogant, “and i should thank you for that.”

if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.

these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. “want me to spare you? or—” you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.

“mmph, and here i thought you hated me.” he grinned, panting, “what gave you that idea?” you place a kiss on his chin, “because you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .i’m not him.” grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. “seems like i’ve struck a nerve, hu—haah, fuck!”

a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.

the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action could’ve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. “you’re pathetic, mosses.”

francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, “that’s, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking a– ah! doppelgänger, really? they’d surely co– come for you next.” his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?

silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. “oh yeah? you’re letting me fuck you,” your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, “you’re not even trying to fight back against me, honey.”

he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. “what were you going to say?” francis doesn’t respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. “i-i don’t know!” your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. “ah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right he— hmmng!” his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and he’s suddenly ethereal.

“do you still want to do that? to end my life?”

“no, no, please, i didn’t mean it.”

you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when he’s within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one you’re so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the room’s sinful with his sobs and arousal.

francis moans under his breath, “i’m cumming-!” he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.

when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didn’t have the conscience to worship.

beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers aren’t flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didn’t need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.

“ughm, agh!” you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.

his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. “please—fuck, move already, damnit.” he, himself, was breathless.

how could you deny him?

your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. he’s lighter than you’d expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.

sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. “yeah, fuck me like that,” he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.

he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you don’t think you could really get enough—as vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. “you’re liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me s’ bad. . .”

he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. “thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. think ‘m gonna keep you.”

yeah, let’s hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

BOYYYYY THE MILKMAN SMUT WAS SO GOOD. care for another one? i NEED to fuck the real francis mosses now…i’m imagining the doppelgänger being jealous asf of him too ouuujhhhh

FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕nonconsensual voyeurism. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis is watching, real one doesn’t know it. dry humping. clothed sex. different timeline from prev fic. ✶ IN WHICH francis wants to be more than just a neighbor.

for who to blame, you don’t permit yourself to think. francis, the lovely neighbor, is propped on your lap. poor man was flustered, sweat gathering on his skin like a coat. gullible; and so unaware. entirely dumb of the fact that his doppelgänger was gazing upon the scene through the crack of your bedroom door. you could almost imagine the creature’s expression, twisted in envy.

your palms cupping his hips, which are erratically pressing themselves against you. chasing after the friction he craved during the in-between’s of his working hours, pent up frustrations translating into insatiable sexual desire.

“gosh, ‘m sorry... hnngh, needed to feel you against me.” his teeth grit with a whine, tucking his head to your shoulder. effectively obscuring his ever burning pit of shame which laid heavily in his gut.

supposedly, you were to help him of deliveries as a noble—not only a doorman but as well a—citizen. however, you were not put in a situation to complain whilst he clutched onto you as he switched to tantalizing grinds. “couldn’t wait anymore, hm?”

words a tease, he could feel himself losing track of the rhythm. sloppy and unexperienced; though not enough to be labeled as someone so pure from filth. “please,” the doppelgänger’s eyebrows wrinkled with disgust at the actual francis’ plea.

“please, i, mm,” and the milkman is at a loss for words.

the creature, despite his apparent hatred, palmed his cock within the confines of his pants. fuck, his tip was leaking with pre-cum that without a doubt painted his length in a creamy tone.

he was ablaze with jealousy while you got your dick wet with the one whose identity he attempted to steal. “say it.” the commanding quality of your voice left no room for objections that even he felt the obligation to speak his thoughts.

“can- can i take off your pants? i want you inside me..” what a darling francis mosses was.

a humming released from your sealed lips; he waits. “not completely,” he’s confused until you pull the zipper, freeing your cock from the side and his shyness returns. “better?”

francis nods, cheeks warmed at the scenery. the doppelgänger despised that. “i’m ready, did it myself this morning.” he sheepishly mumbles, releasing himself of his lower garments. “did you plan this?”

it’s taken as an accusation. “no!” could’ve been an exclaim if he wasn’t so breathless in effort of aligning his hole to your tip, “but i’ve... imagined it, you know. keep myself awake to— oh fuck.”

an inch, then a second, and now you’re void of a clue. rewarding yourself with the relief of triumph of the theory that he would feel a lot better than the copy; he is.

if you were to say that aloud, you’re sure the targeted one would be angry enough to keep you from finding your release.

francis’ thighs lay atop of yours, warming your cock with his sensitive walls. he tries to lift himself up, only to realize he was incapable. energy spent due to the earlier attempts. you are met with a whimper, a look in his eye, and the trembling of his lips.

the other tenants are certain to file a complaint.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

"IT MAKES IT EASY TO TRUST YOU"

༄˖°.🪐.ೃ࿔*:･ "Hey, just wanted to request for an emotional, sensual, a little bit of subspace kind of smut and fluffy aftercare if possible? ofc sub character ?" - anon.

╰┈➤𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽 taking care of your pretty doll.

╰┈┈➤𝓓𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓬 top!reader x sub

"hngh..! aha ahgnNn fuckk... [namee..!] please- cant- dn'wanna cum nymoree..!"

they were practically done for, lips puffy and swollen,holding your hands for dear life as you slowly fucked them an inch of theirs. bringing them to that high over and over again.

it was slow and sweet, holding their hands, leaving slightly bruising hickeys wherever your mouth latched onto, deep and sensual thrusts leaving them breathless.

now, why you do love pushing your beautiful significant other to their limit, that wasn't tonight's goal. no no no, you simply wanted them pliant and weak, just dumb enough to not think.

"shh i know baby, you did such a good job."

you kissed them for their reassurance, taking the chance to pull out, trading their tired whimpers for your kisses. everything was pretty much a mess, sheets were crumpled and soaked with bodily fluid from the earlier hours.

after you get them off the bed and comfortably the bathroom, you put the sheets in a wash cycle, heading back to the bathroom to cater to your darling.

but the sheets didn't matter right now. right now you had to pamper your doll like they should be after doing such a good job.

✦·┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦

you gently scrub their back with the loofah, lavender bodywash doing a number on their already sleepy states. wet hair sticking to your shoulder as they rest their head there.

you try to be as gentle as possible when it comes to the areas with marks and their inner thighs. by this time they're half asleep by the time you finish.

getting the fluffiest towel fresh out of the dryer just for them, opting to dress them in your clothes rather than theirs just for the fun of it. you carry them back to the bed, placing them back down on the now clean sheets.

they waste no time getting all snuggled up to you, backside against the front of your torso with your arm underneath their head. and everything coated in a comforting, calming silence.

their small snores slither from them, peacefully at rest in your presence and scent, content with every second.

adorable..

I was suddenly inspired by this one clip of a female idol (I don't remember who [Found out it was Yeji]) that's been on my mind for some reason where she's wearing cargo pants i think with 'g-string' straps and the comments were saying that they were attached to the pants. I'm bad at describing things but basically I couldn't stop thinking about how those straps would look on the boys but I was mainly thinking of Chan.

I just think...Maybe you and Chan had been in some sort of relationship for a while and you gifted him a guys thong as a joke since you guys have settled into a comfortable relationship and like to joke with each other.

I don't know what else to say. 😅 This was a spur of the moment thought. (This turned out to be a one shot) Tags: Male reader, suggestive at the end, subby chan, "you" are younger then Chan, you/your pronouns.

It was a joke, saying he might look good in it but he didn't actually have to try it but one day, you were cleaning the dorm and found a random flash drive. You walked to Chan's room to see if it was his but were pleasantly surprised to see not just him quickly pulling down his shirt to hide something but the quick glimpse of a familiar white and red adorned to his hips.

You walk over to him, kicking the door closed, and placed your hands on his waist as he play innocent and asked what you needed. The drive and original train of thought you had left as soon as you saw it, you ignore Chan and glide your hands down his torso, feeling him shiver as his knees almost go weak and his hands fly to hold your forearms as his breathing becomes shallow while he watches your every move.

You take a moment to appreciate and look over his outfit, for once he's wearing something other than black, dark khakis and your white baggy shirt with a crudely drawn derpy cat with a middle finger. Your eyes catch on his hips and your hands proceed to scrunch the shirt in your fists that rest above his hips.

A small, barely audible gasp escapes you as you examine the fabric on his hips. They were from the brand Loverboy, the red band was purposefully pulled further up on the sides to be seen, taking the same path as his v-line into his pants. "J-Jagi?" Chan stutters out, feeling the same small feeling whenever he's under your roaming gaze. "Is it...bad?" Your eyes shoot up to his, noticing the sheepish look in his eyes before leaning forward, hands dropping the shirt in favor of feeling Chan's skin under your palms as you lead into a feverish kiss, immediately turning your kiss of reassurance into the start of a make out session.

You hum when his one of his hands find purchase at the back of your neck, gripping your hair to pull you closer as he relaxes in your hold while the other rests lazily on your pec, fisting the material of your top as he lets go and his worry melts away. Your hands slide to his hips and your thumb rubs back and forth on his skin and where the edge of the band ends. Tilting your head slightly to the left, you deepen the kiss, pulling him in closer, his hand on your chest sliding up to rest on your shoulder and the other moving from your hair to your jaw.

You loved it when he was relaxed, wether it be at the mercy of your hands in bed or cuddling on the couch while a movie you two lost interest in a while ago plays in the background as you just stare at each other. You know how much work he does and when he's relaxed, you're relaxed.

A small whine escapes from his mouth into yours, a sign that says he needs air but doesn't want to pull away, he never wants to pull away, so you do what you always do and pull away first but not too far, Chan doesn't like you being too far away.

The both of you pant, taking small gasps of air that you both can feel blow on your lips as you catch your breath. "D-Do you...Like me...wearing them?" He asks with a small voice between gasps of air. "Do I ever." You replied with the same tone, hands sliding out from under his shirt to behind him, squatting down slightly as you grip his thighs below his ass before picking him up effortlessly, a small protest with a yelp comes from Chan before he settles with his legs around your waist and arms holding a bit tighter around your neck as your hands settle on his ass.

"I might just get you more, Hyung." Chan blushes, hiding his burning face in your neck like he always does when he realizes just how pliant he gets from his dongsaeng, his group member, but most importantly his boyfriend.

You carry him over to the bed, carefully, albeit a little roughly, putting him on the bed. The shirt riding up slightly and Chan goes to fix it before you grab his hands and move to lightly pin them next to his head, eyes once again trailing along his hips, looking at sight of the bands next to his v-line and repeatedly trailing the straps down to his waistband a couple times before bringing your gaze back to his eyes that have started to glaze over with anticipation and excitement.

You lean down, kissing him again before forcing your tongue between his plush red lips, he immediately opens them, and swiping your tongue over his before pulling back, his eyes now glazed with need and desire for more as you smile, one hand untangling from his to bring it up and lift his chin slightly with your pointer finger while your thumb rubs his red, spit covered, plush bottom lip.

"Don't worry, Hyung, I'll treat you with more if you like them so much. At the moment, let your dongsaeng treat you to something else." You smirk when he whines, head softly falling back as his body fully relaxed, his body at your mercy as you lean back down, relinking your hand with his as you kiss him again and your tongue tangles with his and claims it as yours.

Did...Did I just write a suggestive drabble? With a coherent plot? that also kinda turned me on again too? I kinda also want to do scenarios of how reader reacts to the other members but that might be too much for me.

I'm really proud of this. I'm also trying to get into writing for you, the reader, more often cause my character inserts aren't getting much love and I have an experimental theory that Male readers are a more popular read than character inserts. That's my own theory though.

What's a bit funny is that I thought of this while rereading @moonlightndaydreams Skz Family fic 😂 kind of unrelated but it's put me in a sort of mood that has me wanting to finish "More than Group Mates"

I'm sorry my first series ever hasn't been updated much, haven't really been in the mood to write smut or anything at all. I guess if I just type out my thoughts, the actions and scenes and what's happening come to me and my writers block is gone.

Anyway, I hope you like this. I do.

Okay bye. ✌🏼

This but a Felix version that's been on my brain for a day now.

Tags: Shy Felix, Nicknames (Jagi, Starlight, darling), Felix being self conscious?

You've been lounging on the couch for awhile, one leg off the couch and the other bent, an arm hanging off the couch and the other above your head on the arm rest, staring at the ceiling, looking bored as hell to be honest.

Schedules finally ended and you told the boys you were gonna go to sleep and yet here you are, a few hours later, not sleeping. It was only thirty after midnight but you knew you had to go to sleep or you won't be a happy camper tomorrow.

Oh, why are on the uncomfortable couch instead of your room? You didn't want your tossing and turning to disturb Felix, he'd already been woken up by them, groggily asking with his deep, sleep riddled voice if you are okay and you just answered a simple 'yeah' as you got up, escaping to go to the bathroom but instead escaping to the living room so he wasn't disturbed anymore.

One of the reasons you couldn't sleep was too much on your mind, current choreography, places your going tomorrow, what you're doing tomorrow, everything. The other was an anxious gnawing feeling when you went to tease Felix before bed and he pushed you away. Did you say or do something wrong? When he pushed your hand away from his waistband and hip it felt like a small pang in your heart, he rejected your touch and for someone as affectionate as Felix, it's a little worrying.

A light door creak snapped you out of your daze at the dark ceiling and you look up, listening to the footsteps, trying to gauge wether or not it was one of the boys going to the bathroom or coming out to go to the kitchen.

In the darkness you see a slight silhouette walk over to you and when it comes closer you see it's Felix. "Lix, what's wrong?" You sat up, hands instinctively reaching out to rest on his thighs as he stands in front of you but they drop back down, remembering the last time you tired to touch him.

He stays quiet, fidgeting in his spot between your knees. "Lixie? What's wrong, jagi?" Your hands fidget before moving up, hesitantly placing themselves on his thighs as you continue to look up at him, waiting for him to answer. Your thumb rubs small circles into the material of your larger shirt he's wearing, it's big on him but barely makes it past his hips so the hem is at his upper thigh.

Without answering, he steps forward, placing his hands on your shoulders before lifting his legs to straddle you. You scoot back a bit, a little taken back by the action but at the same time welcoming it. Placing your hands on his waist you feel him relax into you, a contrast to him pushing you away earlier.

Your hand slide down his waist gently as his hands move off your shoulders and his arms wrap around your neck. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't want to say anything, your hands are so close but they don't move further.

He pushed you away cause he wasn't ready. He bought them secretly a while ago but just now had the courage to wear them. Under your shirt, the Loverboy underwear he wore almost burned his skin. He was comfortable but he wasn't ready for you to see him in something different than boxers and what better time than one in the morning, in the dark, by themselves.

You ask him what's wrong again and he still doesn't have the guts to say anything so he moves in a way that looks like an adjustment but almost falling off your lap which makes your hands protectively move to his hip and waist to balance him when you feel something unfamiliar under your right hand.

Felix settles himself as your eyes widen slightly and your other hand moves to his other hip before both move to his thighs. "Can I?" You ask softly and he nods before remembering that you guys are in the dark and whispering a small "Yes."

With the little amount you can see in the dark, you look down as your hands push the shirt out of the way to uncover his lower half to see the thong, straps pulled up further than normal and you'd be a lair if you said he didn't look good in it.

"Lix...why didn't you show me sooner?" You look back up, seeing more of his features in the dark. "I honestly thought you wouldn't like them..." He said. "I didn't...mean to push you away..." Then it clicks. "You were wearing these when I was teasing you." "Yeah...I still didn't feel comfortable at that time so I pushed you way. I should've just told you then."

He still has some sleep in his voice but honestly that made his accent more adorable as his words slurred slightly. "Lix..." You mumble softly and you see him look up, taking a hand from his bunched shirt to lift it to his face and cup his cheek, feeling him lean into it. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, darling. I didn't mean to." Your own accent seemed to relax him as he leaned his forehead onto yours. "I think you look even more sexy, to be honest. It looks so good on you."

You lean back to capture his lips with yours, immediately pulling him closer by his thigh when you moved your hand and gently tilting your head to the right to deepen the kiss, his body relaxing instantly.

Your hand tails back under the shirt, fingers sliding under the material of the waistband and gripping his hips to pull him impossibly closer. You went to tease his bottom lip when he suddenly pulled back, hiding his face in your neck with a whine. "Lixie?" "I'm too tired." He mumbles simply which confuses you until he wiggles in his spot and his semi met your crotch and you huff a light laugh. "Aw, starlight, it's okay." You encourage him, guiding his hips to have him grind into you. "W-wait-" His words contradict his actions as he moves on his own while you kiss his neck.

"Can I take care of you?" Felix whines before nodding his head against your shoulder. You move to lay him on the couch and hover over him. You slide his shirt up, hooking a finger into the front of the underwear and sliding to the hip to snap the band slightly, Felix jolting slightly as you look back up to his eyes.

You lean down, giving him a quick kiss which has him trailing after you and you smile. "You're so pretty, Starlight."

I'm sorry if this is bad. I only had one part thought of so I built this off of a small light thought I had.

Haven't decided if I wanted to do the others and If I did, the next one I sort of have thought out for is Hyunjin.

Yo, sorry for the theme change but I started to not like the Hub look 😅

This is for @thatcucumberwhore who thought an Innie version of my Chanlix thong reaction would be hot so here it be, I got chyu , it might be bad but I got chyu 🩵

Agi Yeou | 아기 여우 | Baby Fox ☺️

"Agi Yeou~ So cute~" You teased the younger, poking his cheek as he tried to push you away but you just got closer.

This back and forth kept happening for awhile until, for Jeongin's sake, you were pulled away by a member of staff calling for you.

It's not that he doesn't like your affection. He loves it, actually, but sometimes he'd like to be seen as an adult, grown man, in front the cameras and as much as he can in front of the members, they're just as bad but they do see him as grown, and you respect that but how could you not tease him and whatnot when you know a little secret of his, that secret being that he's only baby with you, alone, in the cover of night usually.

With the moon being the only source of light, that's when you call him Agi Yeou, Your Agi Yeou, Your Baby fox.

He was grateful you got pulled away, his ears tinged red slightly as he was teased for his nickname, your nickname that the other members have picked up and started using as teasing material, the name that triggers flashbacks and Jeongin can't help but keep his head down as the laces of his boots suddenly became really interesting rather then facing Hyunjin and Minho cooing at him with light giggles.

He stood up, trying to not make it obvious that he was just trying to escape the situation, and walked across the dressing room to distract himself with the drink fridge, succeeding when his thoughts strayed from yours and his nightly endeavors to wether or not he should get you a drink as well and deciding which one.

Someone stepped up next to him and he didn't pay any attention until an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. He looked up slightly, you were still looking at the drink options as if the grip you were applying to his hip didn't exist as you held him close. "Can I help you, Hyung?" "Nope." You said popping the 'p' while still looking at the drinks. You weren't, really, just acting as your fingers were slowly making their way under his shirt until your hand rested on his waist when the side of your hand caught something and your breath hitched.

Jeongin saw, confused until his brain kickstarted and he remembered what he was wearing. Goosebumps rose on his arms as your light touch moved back down until he could feel two fingers slide under the band and he could feel a small movement which was your thumb analyzing the material of the band.

"Jeongin-ah?" Jeongin looked down at his shoes, his hands still fidgeting in front of him from when he was looking over the fridge and he grew nervous. "IN-ah?" He still stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say until thankfully, Felix came over with a camera, filming for Skz-talker. You reluctantly pulled away with a soft grunt and turned to Felix as Jeongin stepped away and walked away to leave the room, telling Chan who asked where he was rushing off to that he was using the restroom before they went on stage.

The entire ceremony. That's how long you had to wait.

He was avoiding you, even while performing he wouldn't make eye contact with you during you twos center stage moment, he didn't complete your heart when you two stood in front of each other. It made you sad but also a little annoyed, why wouldn't he just talk to you? Did he think you were put off by what he was wearing? If you judged the fabric correctly, it was a thong. You wanted to see it, needed to see it now that you have a vague picture of what it could look like.

After getting off stage, taking mic packs off and chugging water, Jeongin declared that he was going to the bathroom again and after waiting a few minutes, you said the same thing, taking long strides so you could get to the bathroom as soon as possible.

Pushing the door open, you're met with Jeongin reaching for the door. You side step into the bathroom, your hand placed on his collar at the base of his neck as you push the door closed the rest of the way and pin the younger to the wall. The air knocked out of Jeongin at the roughness and speed of it all as he looks up into your bright green contacted eyes. "Hyung-" "Shut up." A squeak left him at the harsh tone as he shut his mouth, hands splayed on the wall behind him shaking as he resisted looking away from your gaze.

"Why are you avoiding me?" "I wasn't-" "Yes, you were, don't lie Agi Yeou, remember the last time you lied to me? Now, Why were you avoiding me?"

"I-I...I was afraid..." "Afraid of what?" "Y-You...I-It sounded like y-you didn't like what you found earlier and I-I thought you were disgusted." So you were right.

"What exactly was it that I found, huh?" You asked, keeping your right hand on his collar and moving the other to the wall next to his head. He looked away, a little embarrassed but not because he's cornered and being interrogated, because he's growing warm trapped between you and the wall, your hand inches away from choking him and the faint feeling of your leg near his crotch.

"Agi, What exactly did I find?" He whines, still not looking at you. "Jeongin, you don't tell me, I'll leave you high and dry." You snapped slightly and he broke, he can't handle being left, it sucks, he feels empty and he can't even solve it himself since you've been with him for half as long as Stray Kids has been together and he can't seem to cum on his own.

He mumbles, not wanting to say it aloud but your warmth starts to fade from him and he panics. "A thong! Th-The straps of th-the thong is what you felt..." He whines, squirming in his spot on the wall as you smirk.

Your hands move to his hips and he whines at the loss of your hand near you neck before jumping when you started undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants in order to untuck his top and finally see the straps on his hips more clearly, the flaps of his pants folded out and slightly revealing his growing bulge.

"H-Hyung~ please do something~" Jeongin whines as you just stare, sliding your fingers over the bands before gripping his hips, looking back up and crashing your lips onto his and immediately biting his bottom lip before sliding it past his lips and claiming his mouth.

You swallow his moans and whines, taking a step forward and pushing him further into the wall. Nothing mattered, not even the current group's muffled song outside the bathroom, all that mattered was your Agi Yeou and possibly your quietest quickie yet.

Let's not talk about Chan going to find you two after it being quite some time and immediately turning back around before his hand even touched the door.

I might actually do a full fic on this since I was about to go into full blown fic mode when I was just doing a one shot but be on the lookout, I'm definitely writing this one as a full smut fic.

I hope this is suitable, I realized I made Jeongin possibly really subby and I'm sorry but I'm in my Jeongin zone and it got away from me 😅

I need more Sub lee know fics in my life...

and male reader member too...

Hi, is it ok if I request nsfw headcanons of Leah with top femreader? Also Happy Halloween!

Jesus christ, you literally sent this before halloween. I am so sorry. I desperately hope this was worth the wait. Anyway, hell yeah it’s okay! This gave me so many thoughts. None of them were appropriate or PG. Also I could’ve sworn I couldn’t imagine her as a bottom. Clearly this post is proof of otherwise. I have got to write a full blurb about this at some point, so let me know if you'd like to see that too, anon.

Nsfw, smutty as hell. Minors y'all know the drill. TopFem!Reader, Bottom!Leah is a bit of a brat, mentions of overstim, one(1) mention of drinking, aaaaaaand I think that's it. Lmk if I missed anything. Enjoy!

Leah already knows that you’re a top before y’all get into a relationship (in case you’re curious, she found out during a drunken game of truth or dare between you and the older marriage candidates)

So when she gets into a relationship with you, she’s thinking about it pretty frequently

Leah has never bottomed before—it’s not that she isn’t into it, it’s just that her hookups and relationships have never gone that way

Never mind that all of her past partners were incredibly self serving (FUCK YOU, KEL)

They never really cared about her pleasure all that much, and the ones that did weren’t too great at it

And sure, she knows you’re different from all of them

But that insecurity, that fear—it’s hard to get rid of without definitive proof

And god do you give her some

Bottoming gives her a new avenue to explore herself in a way, as well

Like, she could’ve sworn she wasn’t this bratty, but something about you telling her what to do makes her want to act out

Probably because she likes when you treat her firmly

But let’s make this clear now: she does not like painful punishments

Overstim is your best friend when she’s being a little shit

Also I know I’ve said “she’ll be at her loudest when all of the focus is on you” but let’s toss that in the fucking gutter right now okay?

Because while she enjoys topping for you, bottoming is. Oof. A new kind of drug

Absolutely loves it when you boss her around

Make her get herself off without touching her

Trust me.

Tell her to ride your thigh while you watch

And refuse to touch her until she makes herself come at least once

It’s embarrassing and she’s loving every fucking second of it

Praiiiiiisssseeeee kiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIINK

‘Nough said.

Compliment her. Tell her she’s doing a good job and that she’s pretty I'm serious she's insecure

And while she loves when you force her to get herself off, nothing compares to coming with your hands on her

Has a thing for your hands specifically

And being underneath you

Pin her to literally any surface—feeling your chests press together will always have her eyes rolling back

SHE HAS SENSITIVE NIPPLES

Lol sorry for yelling but! Yes!!

loves it when you play with her chest, bro

Pinch her nipples a little bit and she'll be whimpering in absolutely no time at all

also loves seeing you between her thighs, especially because she knows that’s when she’s really in for it

Has bruises littered across her inner thighs basically all the time now, and cannot—I repeat—cannot get enough of them

You catch her staring at them a lot

She wears shorts when it’s just the two of you on purpose

You know exactly what she’s playing at and yes, you do punish her a little bit because you know she’s trying to rile you up

She’ll play innocent but we all know the truth

She’ll do whatever it takes to get you on her again once she finds out how you like it

absolutely obsessed with the way you write sub!könig 😣 i was hoping to request sub!könig x dom!male!reader where the reader has a breeding kink and a big dick <3 + praise maybeee..? up to you !! thank you if you end up writing this <33

COLONEL KÖNIG 香菸 ── `` top m reader w, a big dick. breeding + praise kink. italicized words are in german.

“fuck, aahhng, s–sweetheart!” könig gasps, muscles spasming and visibly sensitive to the sensation of your thick cock. his legs subconsciously wrap themselves around your waist, holding you in place. one of his hands is planted over his eyes, attempting to hide himself in a futile distraction from the painful pleasure.

he’s finally managed to take in half, entrance struggling to accommodate the width even now; your release from earlier leaking down to your shaft. “you’re so beautiful like this, takin’ all of me.”

he sniffles, the other hand clawing into the material of the couch. “i can’t t-take it anymore. too big—” a sheen of sweat was built atop of his skin. “yes, you can. doin’ so good, there you are, c’mon,” when you deliver a particularly harsh thrust with a soft grunt, your words are properly punctuated enough to numb his brain.

“nngh– yes, y-yes, feels so...” könig trails off into a whimper, greedily rocking back. he was squeezing you so well, hole an aphrodisiac strong enough to make you an addict. könig abruptly forces himself down to take in more of you, your dick responding with a twitch and teeth gritting with a grunt.

“so, so big, my love, i’m gonna break—” könig’s voice shifts into a half-mutter, half-broken cry. “taught you well, pretty,” you praise, slamming your hips upwards when you feel him ease. his own dick is a mess, trails of cum from prior unexpected orgasms beginning to adorn his skin. it takes every ounce of willpower not to continue fucking him until it somehow takes.

his back arches, combined lube and spend dripping down the length of your cock from his entrance. he swears he can feel you in his throat, not an inch of his insides untouched by you. “pretty little thing’s sucking me in.. gonna let me cum in you again? shit, he’s practically beggin’ me for it,” könig whines in humiliation from the way you refer to his stretched hole like that, but he dumbly nods his head and you’re certain he isn’t far off either.

“yes, yes, thank you, i need it.” the tip abused his prostrate with every push, sparks of blinding pleasure traveling up his spine. könig’s body jolting as he finished again, thick ropes spurting out only to land on your stomach.

the sudden clenching of his warm hole drags out your own climax, filling him to the brink as his thighs twitch. it leaks out and you pull out — just to slam inside again. you have to press your hand on his chest to keep him down, receiving a sweet, sweet cry out of the man below you. he lets you, simply taking it as you gently roll your hips into him.

one thing about the cocky colonel? he knew how to be a good boy.

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Roadside Assistance

Word Count:2.3k

This was a request

CW: dom/sub dynamic, femboys, dom reader, strapon, anal sex, fingering, nothing too dark.

It was a brisk evening with perfect weather to give a sense of calm before the impending rain said to take the night skies at any moment. You decide to run some errands trying to make it home before the downpour. Taking a lesser know backroad to avoid that evening traffic, however, ended up changing the course of your evening in a rather unexpected way.

Damn… that’s all you could think as you sit in the driver’s seat of your car. Rain beats down on your windshield as you begin making your way home. You take one last look at your unused bag of tricks and try to erase the memory of your failed attempt at a one-night stand from your memory. Eventually, you decide to retire to your home opting for a lesser-known backroad on your way hoping to avoid getting caught in traffic. However, the day wasn’t done with you just yet only this time it would take a most unexpected turn.

Pulling up to a stop sign you sweep the area, looking left and right you notice a car broken down a few feet away with what appears to be a woman who was admittedly ill-dressed for the current weather. After a short deliberation, you decide to help after all you would want somebody to do the same for you. You slowly pull up to avoid scaring the person and roll down your window. “Excuse me would you like some help”. The person walks over, bending down so they can look through your window “that would be great” they say their voice surprises you, it’s very pleasing to listen too deep yet soft and gentle with an almost masculine edge. “Get in and warm up first then we’ll see what we can do about your car” you offer unlocking the door. They walk around and enter the passenger’s seat quickly trying to get out of the rain. “Thank you so much, I overestimated my car’s abilities, and predictably it gave out on me, then my phone died before I could call AAA so I’ve been stuck here for a good hour I tried to take a look and fix it but I’m useless with cars and the rain made it that much harder.” your newly acquired passenger began rambling their erratic speech only matched in energy by the violent shivering of their body. You crank up the heat and reach in the back grabbing a spare sweater for the person. Watching as they put it on over their chosen wardrobe a skin-fitting tube top with a tennis skirt that barely reached mid-thigh and a pair of thigh-high boots. Pulling the collar wide as to not mess up the already dripping makeup he wore. “Well looks like I’m not the only one having a bad day” you start trying to lighten the mood. You reach over and shake their hand feeling their soft cold flesh indicating how much their body temperature had truly lowered. “I’m y/n,” you say “Jinyoung” he replies with a smile. After a few moments, you speak again “ with the weather and how dark it is. It would be almost impossible to fix your car right now but if you’d like I can take you home and you can call to get it towed” you suggest. “Oh my god really, id hate to inconvenience yo-” “nonsense it’s fine. I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight if I just left you here so grab whatever you need from your car and I can drop you off before the rain gets any worse” you insist. Sensing that you won’t take no for an answer Jinyoung and you exit the car moving quickly to transfer his bags to yours that being a few grocery bags and a Coach handbag.

After getting back in and starting your car up you turn to him motioning to the built-in dash GPS. he takes the hint entering his address and fastening his seatbelt. It’s a little under 20 minutes away, about 5 minutes into the drive he speaks again. “You're not gonna ask?” he questions “ask what” “ a random dude in a skirt in makeup on the side of a backroad and you don't have more questions” he replies playfully “well you don't seem like much of a threat, all I'm trying to do is help. The rest is none of my business really,” you say. The two of you continue you hold up a conversation for the remainder of the drive until finally reaching your destination. You quickly grab your bags and follow him inside feeling instantly welcomed by the warmth of his residence. You remain by the door to avoid tracking water throughout his house getting ready to leave now that you're sure he made it home safe he abruptly stops you. “Wait don't go” he rushes out “the weather has gotten worse and it's dark outside, driving home in these conditions would be dangerous” he explains. Looking out the window you realize he was correct within that short amount of time the weather worsened considerably trying to make the 35-minute long drive home would be risky. “You can stay here, it's the least I can do to thank you” he offers “If you take off your clothes I can dry them while you take a shower” he continues. You accept his offer, still not wanting to make a mess you decide to strip at the front door left in your4 underwear you tell him to lead the way.

He takes you to the bathroom handing you a towel “you can find me downstairs when you're done” he says shyly a slight blush pains his face as his eyes never left your underwear-clad figure. “Thanks” you reply simply before entering the bathroom. Your goal was to take a short shower however it ended up taking 20 minutes 5 of which were spent trying to figure out the shower controls and the remaining 15 you simply got distracted. Your brain began creating some rather explicit fantasies about the man downstairs waiting for you to complete your shower. After you snap out of it simply chalking it up to an effect of the residual horniness from your failed exploits earlier in the evening, you put your underwear back on wrapping the towel around yourself trying to save any warmth the shower awarded you before exiting the bathroom in search of Jinyoung and hopefully some warm dry clothes. Shortly after you exit the bathroom however you fall distracted again, this time due to a delectable smell coming from somewhere in the house. Your original goal becomes obsolete as you fall into an almost daze-like state simply follow your senses until it leads you to the source. Reaching the kitchen you are met with a half-naked Jinyoung bent over to remove something from the oven, you remain silent in an attempt to avoid startling him seeing as he tended to be a bit jumpy. Once he placed the dish from the oven on the stovetop he turned around noticing you, he was startled and began rambling something you noticed he had a habit of doing over the course of your time together. “Oh you're out of the shower, I'm just making some dinner” he begins before he notices you staring at his “attire” if you could call it that seeing as it consisted of a skimpy pair of underwear that left little to the imagination the front was covered by an apron but if the view of his admittedly shapely ass was any indication they weren't serving much of a purpose. “ sorry I'm exposed our clothes are still in the dryer and I didn't want to get dressed until I took a shower but you were using it so I just decided to make dinner until you were done” he continued quickly.

He plates the food before saying “ well I'm gonna get in the shower” “you should sit and eat first, wouldn't want your food to get cold” you say to you it was a basic suggestion but to him, your strong almost commanding tone made it feel like it an order. He removes his apron and takes his seat next to you quickly in an attempt to shield himself from your unyielding gaze. Trying to ignore the sexual tension in the room only being amplified by the lack of clothing he begins a random conversation. Over the course of the dinner, you two continue talking with occasional flirting every few sentences. Deciding to test the waters you put the hand closest to him on his thigh, his breath hitches but he doesn't stop you as you inch closer to his nearly exposed dick. Finally, you reach your destination cupping him over the underwear as he releases labored breaths trying to focus on not choking. You continue your movements lightly groping him until you both finish. You offer to wash the dishes while he showers and reluctantly he accepts knowing that your suggestions rarely allow for objections it's less offering to do something and more stating what you're going to do. Once you finished cleaning up you make your way upstairs finding your way to his bedroom to wait for him. After a few minutes, he entered the room covered only by towel evidence of the shower found in the residual water droplets that coat his lightly tanned skin. He walks in closing the door before realizing that you were in the room, you don't know what influenced your next decisions but something told you to get closer and so you did.

Being in such close quarters with Jinyoung being basically naked made him nervous, so nervous in fact that he didn’t register you moving closer until you had him pinned against the door. You trap him between your ars as your face inches closer to his, he can feel your warm breath against his face as you ask “can i-” before you can finish he leans forward closing the distance between you. Your lips press together as you feel each other's bodies skin to skin but not close enough for him. He wraps his arms around you pulling you impossibly closer, while he's distracted you bring one hand down to remove his towel leaving him completely bare for you. He begins to get a bit shy but before he has a chance to think about it you (wo)manhandle him to his bed eager to begin. The two of you continue kissing, caressing, and exploring each other until he stops abruptly. “Before we continue I should tell you I'm not much of a top at all,” he says out of breath “don't worry I've got that covered” you reply pulling your backpack from his bedside you open it revealing a small assortment of toys sure to make for a good night. “You just carry that around” he questions going through it amused. “Well not usually but let's just say it was a happy coincidence I had it tonight” you reply. “Choose what you’d like” you offer “how's a guy supposed to choose just one?’’ he jokes “I tend to be very energetic so how many we use depends on your stamina” you quip back. He flushes before quickly choosing one it was a pink (like many things he owned) strap with average girth, medium size, and a fairly deep curve. “How do you want me,” he asks handing you the toy and some lube “ however you're most comfortable” you reply fixing the strap onto yourself. He gets on his back with spread legs inviting you to come closer. “Open yourself up for me, I want to watch” you order tossing him the lube. Like many other times this evening, he follows your direction as he spends the next few minutes using his delicate manicured hand to finger himself open in front of you. Once he's gaped around three of his fingers you decide he's stretched enough “stop” you order again and just like last time he promptly obliges. You position yourself over him lining your strap up with his prepared hole “tell me if it's too much” you say before sinking in slowly eliciting a low moan from the boy beneath you. You keep up a steady slow pace until the curve hits that spot this time his moan was way higher and almost pornographic as his eyes rolled back and his body tensed, that's how you knew you hit the right spot. You reinforce your body and begin a much more brutal pace in that same spot abusing his prostate as he lay boneless and fucked out beneath you unable to do anything but moan. You continue at your pace until you hear him trying to say something causing you to slow down so he can better get out what he wants to say. However, this causes him to whine as he finally whimpers out “no don't stop I'm gonna cum” his voice is broken and pathetic hoarse from all of the moaning but for once you follow his command returning to your brutal strokes mixing up his insides. His moans increase in volume, pitch, and frequency as he is about to finish, he sounds so cute you can't help but mock him “uh uh come on I know you can't take it much longer just cum for me” you grit out “you've been fucked so dumb you can't even talk, just let it out and I’ll stop” you continue. That finally pushes him over the edge as he spurts his load all over his stomach with one final moan. He lays limp breathing heavily whimpering as you pull out slowly. You wipe the sweat from his forehead and cheek as he nuzzles your hand “good boy” you praise. Once he calms down you prepare to clean up before he stops you “you said I could pick another toy” he says lowly. He definitely thanked you for your help and then some.

its 10 at night but I got a smut idea y'all.

Reader who wears rings every day, pure silver that have designs like chains, skulls or smth right. And this is Top!Dom!reader alr.

Character experiences ✨ spicy time ✨ and wakes up with hella marks from the rings. Like lines that made bruises and writings on the rings literally spelled onto their skin. Or how they would feel if reader has a habit of grabbing their face when they are bratty or when reader wants their attention.

They feel readers cold silver rings on their face as they are (consensually) forced to look at reader for whatever reason.

Personally y'all.... 👀

REPOST PLZ

And if you use tag me so I can see it 👀

Y'all after I just posted the rings!reader idea I got another. I'm on a ROLL today yall.

Okay okay. Dead eyed reader. Hear me out.

Reader with literally empty eyes, that literally Pierce your fucking soul. Doesn't have to be black eyes, ive seen blank blue, brown, green and hazel eyes before and let me tell you that shit is scary asf...but also kinda 👀👀

How would the character like/react to reader who's eyes literally tell nothing. Absolutely blank, no thoughts and if you look into them for to long 👀 y'know y'know.

If you use this plz tag me so I can see it :]