#THIS IS SUCH A SWEET SUBMISSION I'M SOBBING

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 safeword (smut+comfort)

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content: daddy!jungkook and sub oc, "bunny, doll, sweet girl , baby, princess", usage of safeword "melon" , doggy, choking(?)/ face into pillow, spanking, rough, soft make up care, praise, very sweet dom JK, size kink, oc has pink tones in her skin, crying

note from cherry: so soft for daddy jk, he's living in my head rent free

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Something about Jungkook being so big compared to you made his cock stand stiff without any touch, the way he can tower over your petite frame fully, how your sweet tummy bulges with his entire girthy cock burried deep into you,

"bunny, you're so fucking sweet" he mumbles, words suffocated by your lips that move on his carefully, as though he is the one that could break,

Hands finding your small breasts, he tugs on your pink buds, feeling how delicate the fat feels beneath his hands, how he squeezes them softly just to hear you whimper

His rough, large palms cup your sides, almost entirely covering your stomach as he manhandles you effortlessly,

audibly, he groans, feeling up the dip of your waist

"so tiny, look at that little pussy drooling" his eyes glisten with excitment as they land on your slick hole, thighs pressed together with your back arching, chest stuffed into the mattress, your messy hair flowing around your sides and delicate back

To him, nothing can ever come close to how beautiful your vulnerablity is

Jungkook eyes up the hickies he left along your inner thighs, palms now rounding your flesh in his hands, spreading your cheeks to show him more of what's dripping just for him,

"daddy please, need your cock" you whine impatiently, dropping your head with your cheek squished against your pillow much like you'd always done in this position,

until, without the usual gentle nature, Jungkook thrust his huge length into your greedy centre, throbbing with need as he messily fucks into you, hands digging into your hips,

you cry out underneath him, moaning mindlessly at how he stuffs every inch of you, stretches you delicously

"Yeah? My little doll needs cock so bad? Fucking take it then" he rasps, spanking your sweet skin harshly,

the sheer force of his hips force you to rock into the matteress more, knees digging into the soft sheets and your pussy clenches with each rough thrust, the pain is so good- so good and so overwhelming,

Sex with Jungkook is usually nothing but sweet- gentle, intense, he's so occupied with pleasing you, making you cum again and again before he even dares to let you touch him

Although he is sweet, that's not all,

you quickly learned that much like most doms, Jungkook has untamable passion- that tinge of roughness he sometimes needs to use, and fuck does it feel good

To feel how helpless you truly are, but the submission makes you feel safe, loved even

"yes daddy- need it so much" you mumble, trying to grasp onto the sheets beneath you, he spanks you again, harsher than last time,

"oh fuck bunny, you're so good, so fucking good" jungkook looses himself, his head spins lightheaded at how good you feel around him- squeezing him, warm, so wet,

mindlessly, his hips grow harsher, faster, one of his hands reaches to gather a fistful of your hair, tattooed finger laced into your head, his eyes long shut because the pleasure is so much he can feel any resolve crumble within seconds,

until he hears it, broken, muffled

"melon"

the world almost stops and so does his heart, eyes opening in shock

his hand loosens, while his doe eyes brim with concern, it's only now that he sees just what he'd done in his haze,

"oh sweet girl, my baby.. i'm so sorry, daddy's sorry" he mumbles, trying as best as he possibly can to soften his voice,

gently, he pulls out, wrapping his muscular arms around your shaking frame to lay you into his arms,

"i'm so sorry bunny, so so sorry" he whispers, listening to the little sobs that fall from your wet lips, tears staining that pretty, flushed face of yours,

Jungkook's soft lips pucker kisses all over your shoulder, neck, cheek while his fingers ghost over your naked body, caressing your skin with a silent apology,

you're so vulnerable, so gentle and he'd forgotten just how easy it is to break that,

He can feel his heart clench, reminded by how fragile you are compared to his strength, to his animalistic need for you,

Even more so he has a primal need to protect you, keep you safe and whole in his grip

"daddy's so terribly sorry, i got so lost sweet girl, i'll never hurt you like that again okay?" he says, cradling your face in his big hands, you nod slowly, round eyes full of love for him while the tears slowly stop rolling

Even if that pushed your limit, it wasn't fear- you could never be scared of your boyfriend for the sole fact that he is home, he's your safety blanket,

And once your eyes made contact with the worried frown on his features, his gentleness engulfed you fully,

"never gonna hurt my little princess like that okay? I promise bunny" sealing it with a kiss to your forhead, Jungkook strokes your hair and covers your shaking frame with a real blanket

he attempts to calm down your racing heart, scratching your head, letting the silence heal your jumbled up state

"thank you.. just, when you pushed my head face first into the pillow i- i got to scared i - i don't know-" you stutter, in between apologizing and explaining yourself but he's having none of it,

"shhh.. it's okay bunny, it's okay, you're perfect and you did nothing wrong hm?... you're safe hm? All safe with daddy" he soothes, kissing your lips reassuringly

You can't help but kiss back, the smile returns to your worn out features, wrapping your frame around him, his muscles tighten, squeezing you gently into his firm hold

"prettiest girl, my sweet, sweet girl.. so brave for using your safeword" he hums, pecking your head repeatedly,

the string of little giggle you let out slowly relieve the aching sensation inside his heart

"Gonna spoil you now, yeah? Gonna wash your pretty hair... run you a nice bath.. let you sit in my lap and we watch whatever you want.. eat whatever you want.. i'll make anything" he mutters, rubbing the tip of his button nose to yours, and your eyes immediately flutter shut in appreciation

"you're the best, thank you daddy" you say, kissing his cheek softly,

"anything for my girl" he responds, you know he means it, since he's already wrapping your soft thighs around his hips, carrying you to the bathroom in the secure hold of one of his arms

[jinxvex]

Oh my gosh your writing is great! Can we please get a headcanons of caitlyn x crybaby girlfriend? Like where her girlfriend is more sensitive and emotional than she is? Sfw and nsfw please, and perhaps a bit of size difference sprinkled (Cause that woman is TALL OH MY WORD) if it's possible? Take your time please! And thank you <3

♱ gf!caitlyn x emotional/sensitive gf!reader headcanons!! ♱

i'm sorry for the wait y'all!! LOL i've been a bit lazy (oop)

cw: sfw & nsfw, reader that cries and is emotional, cute and wholesome (sfw portion), pet names, dirty talk, she uses a strap (spoiler! it's royal blue!!!), praise, degradation, dumbification, humiliation, slight size kink, slight crying kink, you eat each other out, fingering, etc!!

SFW:

♱ caitlyn finds your sensitivity adorable and admirable. she’s almost jealous of how you’re so in tune with your emotions. your submissive, emotional personality goes hand in hand with her casual dominance and urges to protect the people she loves.

♱ caitlyn’s heart palpitates every time your eyes sparkle with emotions you can’t even explain at times— when your fingers clench the bottom of her shirt and you look up at her with raw vulnerability.

- “what’s the matter, darling? talk to me.”

♱ it doesn’t matter if you make a mistake, drop something valuable, or spill a drink, she’s always there to comfort you and tell you it’s alright, “c-cait ’m sorry i didn’t mean t-” + “don’t cry, love. you’ve made a mistake, that’s all.”

♱ cait’s a chronic forehead kisser (lol).

♱ she loves to treat you with the utmost care and consideration! if you’re more emotional and prone to stress-induced crying, she makes sure that there is nothing around you that could cause any unwanted feelings because she feels she isn’t doing her job as your girlfriend (or wife 😛) if you’re unhappy, “i hope everything’s to your liking, love? if you need anything, trust that i’ll give it to you.”

♱ caitlyn always seems to have her hand at the small of your back, rubbing it to show you she’s there if you need her. her protective touch instills a sense of calm in you, keeping you happy, appreciated, and seen.

♱ she slaps your ass playfully whenever you pout. OOPS

♱ she wraps her hands around you in a protective embrace whenever you do cry. she lets you sob into her chest as she hugs your smaller frame, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to comfort you, “shhh, it’s okay. it’s okay. ‘m here, baby, caitlyn’s here.”

♱ caitlyn dresses you in brand-new clothing the morning after you’ve had a bad day/night! (once again) patting your ass when she’s done pulling on your clothes and placing her hand on your hips to guide you to the full-length mirror across from the bed, “gorgeous.” + “look at you, sweetheart. you’re so beautiful.” + “do you like it? the clothes?”

♱ whenever she can’t be with you, busy protecting piltover from its enemies, she asks the maids to give you gifts and notes sent from her to remind you that she loves you—that you should look forward to her arriving home. the last thing she wants is for you to get emotional because you think she’s forgotten you!

♱ while i do agree that she prefers to keep her relationships private and she hates PDA. she wouldn’t hesitate to hold your hand or give you a reassuring hug or kiss whenever you need it!

♱ even when you are in a good mood, laughing and enjoying yourself. you could be in public, private, it doesn’t matter, she’s whispering to you how much she loves you, “your smile is just beautiful, my love.” + “i’m so lucky to have you. so radiant.”

♱ her love languages are words of affirmation, gift-giving, and acts of service!!

NSFW (🤭):

♱ we ALL know deep down she gives dom (specifically dom leaning switch) vibes!! she can get subby too!

♱ dare i say i agree that caitlyn has a MEAN size kink… there’s something about the way you look so much shorter, smaller than her when she’s pounding you into the mattress that makes her dripping wet, “wow, darling. you look so cute like this. so submissive.”

♱ since you can get in your head and get quite emotional, she does praise more than degrade (she still sprinkles it in here or there, especially if you’ve been bad). she likes dumbification and humiliation if that makes sense… WALK WITH ME HERE!!

♱ some of the things she’d say include: “you’re doing so good for me. so obedient. so willing.” + “my cute little whore. you get wet so easily, it’s adorable.” + “you can’t even think, can you? you don’t have to. just do as i say. thaaat’s it, good girl.”

♱ she enjoys making you cry out of embarrassment rather than sadness. imagine you’ve been giving her attitude and rudeness all day and she’s punishing you for it. she would force you to spread your legs and touch yourself while you apologize to her and tell her how much you love her in detail, “i hope you don’t think you’re cumming tonight, love.” + “you’re such a slut. giving me bullshit all day simply because you want to get stuffed full of my cock.” + “don’t you fucking cum. you don’t deserve it today.”

♱ because caitlyn has such a soft spot for you, she’d lowkey give in to your begging and let you cum anyway LMDAOSO.

♱ she spends hours praising you and telling you how good you feel and look during sex! the curve of your waist and hips, your ass and thighs cause her to believe you’re a gift from heaven!

♱ the strap is royal blue!! 6.8 inches… and when she gives you every inch, tears can’t help but prick your eyes and threaten to fall. it’s just too much!! i fear she enjoys it though, her smile toothy as she watches you cry and struggle to take her cock in a mating press, “it hurts, doesn’t it? you take it so well, it’ll feel better soon and you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

♱ she eats you out after a meltdown!! wanting you to feel better—to feel the love she has for you! she kisses it before she eats it… AGGHHHHHFHHH. she’s always so gentle when she has her tongue on you, licking and kissing softly and spreading your cunt with her fingers, “oh, sweetheart. you’re dripping! can’t wait to eat you up.”

♱ now when you’re eating caitlyn out, she’s caressing your head/holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. she pushes your head into her cunt, muffling the noises coming from your throat, “yes, yes! mhm right there. don’t stop, darling.”

♱ when you’re fingering her, you always seem to hold back slightly, afraid to hurt her. she urges you to, “go harder, love. you won’t hurt me. i need this, can’t you see?” + you’re the only one who can produce such high-pitched and needy moans from her!

♱ she loves seeing you in lingerie… there’s something that makes her feral seeing someone so sweet in such naughty attire. you have dozens of sets of lingerie and corsets (that she’s gifted you) so when you’re alone, she can see you in them 24/7.

♱ she’s a tribbing enthusiast! but she loves to save it for more emotional, passionate nights with you. it’s very dear to her.

thanks 4 the request!! writing this took long but it was fun! 💋

[corvidcrossbow]

FIRST OFF, 600+ NOTES ON THAT FIC????? I ACTUALLY LOVE YALL LIKE I WILL SOB AND YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS 😭😭 I WAS NERVOUS ABOUT POSTING ON TUMBLR FOR SO LONG BUT YALL ARE SO SWEET I CANT I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH, BUT ANYWAY-

Nobody can ever convince me that Daryl doesn't purr like that man is a full on cat not actually… maybe? 👀

But his voice is already so low and scratchy and gravelly, half his vocabulary being grunts, and the other half is just extensions of grunts, he HAS to be purring too, humming so low that it just descends into purrs. (This has some smutty talk in it)

BUT LIKE HERE?? PURRING

The first time you noticed it, he was laying on your chest cuddling, maybe after sex or just a long day. His eyes were closed, enjoying the rhythmic rising and falling of your chest as you breathe, listening to your heart beat, feeling your warm, smooth skin.

Your hand rested on his head, slowly raking through his hair, combing through the strands and scratching his scalp. He'd grunt a little in approval, nuzzling closer to you, and it'd turn into a continuous low hum – a purr.

You could feel soft vibrations running through him and transferring to you. It was so comforting, healing.

“You purr,” You murmured, a gentle smile on your face.

“Hm?” He was a little confused by what you meant.

“You purr – like a cat.”

Daryl was still confused. He didn't hear it himself, didn't really know what you were implying, was maybe even a little insecure about it. He didn't know if that was a good thing, but you affirmed to him it was. He does it subconsciously when he's comfortable and had just never noticed it himself, or had someone point it out to him.

Most any time you're cuddling, he does it, still not even realizing it unless you say something. Cuddling would be a lower, more consistent/ continuous purr.

And during sex, when he's more submissive or really needy, whether missionary or you riding him (any position really) he'll bury his head into your hair, crook of your neck, shoulder, or chest and purr, breath hitching too with whimpers and whines. And this one is higher pitched, breaking with his breaths

Scratching is the major trigger for it. His head, back, forearms, torso, literally anywhere, just especially his scalp. He loves it more than he even realizes.

I would call him “my kitty” or "kitty" and he'd probably scoff at it at first sayin “‘m not'ah cat” but when I'm in his lap and he's literally purring and whimpering with tears in his eyes as I ride him how could I not call him my kitty?? (Never kitten cuz discord mods destroyed that word 🗿)

He's not the only thing that's purring

[satorusugurugurl]

Currently thinking about switch reader and switch toru, where reader would be riding him while he’s a crying whining mess, maybe even tying his hands up, but as soon as she gets off of him he’s ripped the binds on his wrists and is flipping her over to give her the same treatment

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Silk

Characters: Gojo Satoru, FAB!Reader

Warnings: Bindage, silk ropes, choking, smut dirty talk, switch!gojo, switch!reader

Word Count: 1,119

A/N: F-Feral, submissive, whinning Gojo is one of my favorite Gojo’s!! 🫣

Gojo Satoru was the strongest. It was something everyone said, including himself. Yes, your boyfriend was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. Which meant he got sent on missions a lot, which you didn't mind. He always came back home to you, cocky and ready for a sweet treat as a prize for himself.

What people didn't know was that when Gojo came back from a long or tedious mission, he needed you. Satoru needed you in a way that he never, ever let other people even know about. Because what would that into his reputation? What would happen if people knew Gojo Satoru wasn't always the strongest in bed?

Sure, Gojo loved fucking you into the mattress. But days after two week-long missions, he wanted to sit back and let you take the reins. He was beginning to regret his choice to let you do what you wanted now.

“A-Ah, holy fuck!” Gojo’s eyes flooded with tears, his blue eyes watching his cock disappear into your pussy as he slowly, and he fucking meant, slowly bounced up and down on him. “Y/N babe, please!” He cried out, choking on a sob as you clamped down on his oversensitive cock. “P-Please, move faster!”

“I'm sorry; I thought you told me to enjoy myself, Toru.”

“I-I did! But I-I need more.”

You stopped moving altogether, sitting on his lap, cockwarming his throbbing cock. He whined in protest, struggling against the blue rope binding his wrists together. There was something about seeing him like this. Gojo was so needy and desperate that it had your pussy twitching with need. Feral horny Satoru was fun, but this submissive Satoru hit a different kind of button inside of you.

His hips weakly tried rocking up into you, but you hummed, slowly pulling up off him until he was an inch from popping out. “N-No, wait, what are you doing?! Please, please don't!” With a sneer, you slammed yourself back down onto his length, taking all of him in one go. “HAA!” Blue iris’ were the size of pin pricks as you repeated the same pattern, over and over, until he was choking on moans.

“Look at you~ such a good boy, Satoru~” Your boyfriend's chest heaved, eyes shut tight as you leaned forward, your fingers wrapping around his neck. “Are you my good boy~?”

Satoru bucked his hips cock throbbing as he shook his head. “I-I’m not a fucking sub.” A sadistic smile crossed over your face as he bounced faster, moaning as you felt the coil in your tummy tightening.

“Ooh~? Is that why you're blushing like a whore~? Do you want me to stop?” he shakes his head, “I asked you a question.” Fingers tightened around his throat, and you savored the way he cried out. “So answer it; are you a good boy?”

The way you spoke the degrading tone, made everything feel better. It was like he was in his domain, and everything was much more intense. His balls clenched, and a strangled cry overcame him as the first waves of his orgasm rolled over him.

His hands fought against the silk ribbon you so cruelly bound him with. “I-I’m a good boy! I'm a good boy!” Crying out, Satoru threw his head back, cumming inside of your pussy as you bounced harder, faster before slamming down on him completely, cumming with him.

Heavy breathing flooded the room as your heart rate began to slow. Only when you were positive you weren't going to pass out from pure orgasmic bliss your gaze fell on your boyfriend's face. Satoru’s bangs hung over his eyes; his ivory-perfect skin flushed red.

He looked so fucked out of his, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. His chest was moving rapidly; his stomach muscles clenched underneath you. God, he looked so delicious like this, but at the same time, he seemed out of it. A little too out of it.

“Satoru?” He didn't respond. “I'll go get you some water.” Inching yourself off Satoru’s semi-hard cock, you gasped as the tip popped out. With jelly legs, you got off him, standing up slowly. “Baby, I'll be rig-” Looking over your shoulder, you came face to face with stunning blue eyes. “T-Toru?”

In one swift movement, Satoru yanked his wrists apart, ripping the blue silk bindings. Large hands gripped your hips, throwing you down on the mattress. The fluidity of his actions left you breathless, his hips pressing against yours. His hard cock throbbed before plunging inside of you.

“Nnngh! Fuck!” Satoru growled, hearing your cries of pleasure. One hand gripped your hip so hard you knew you'd have bruises later. “T-Toru!”

“You thought it was cute tying me up like that?” His voice was dark, lips on your neck, breathless words tickling your ear. “Oh, you got nothing to say now?” he thrust deeper, his cock hitting your cervix head-on. “Yeah, that's what I thought.” His free hand grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them against the mattress. “Not so funny now that you're in my position, is it?”

You couldn't find the words to respond other than ‘fuck’. Satoru was fucking your brains out. Literally rendering your use of human language useless. All you were capable of doing was crying out his name as his cock slammed against your g-spot and your cervix with each thrust.

“Ah! Mnnngh T-Toru!” He chuckled, the hand in his hips moving, rubbing your clit in circles, his other hand squeezing around your wrists tightened, making your eyes roll back.

“Who's my good girl?”

“Haah, ah~!”

“Answer the question Y/N! Who's my good girl?!”

“M-Me! I am!”

Satoru took your earlobe between his teeth, picking up the pace of his sensual movements. “Then be a good girl and cum on my fat cock!” His eyes shut tight as you obeyed him, jerking and screaming, your orgasm bringing him over the edge of his second one. “That’s right, good girl~ good fucking girl~!”

The warmth from your lingering orgasm and Satoru’s body laid over you. Satoru’s bare chest hummed with a satisfied groan before trailing kisses up your neck all the way to your lips. The kiss was soft and full of adoration, his strong hands cupping your face. Before he collapsed next to you, his arms dropped over you, pulling you close.

“Next time, you'll be the one tied up.” He whispered over the back of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squirmed. “And baby, that's a fucking promise I intend to keep.”

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 27 - Bunny Hybrid!Soobin + Mommy & Breeding

@stopaskinf Said: Hybrid bunny soobin with mommy kink and breeding (submissive bunny soobin 👀❓) A/n: All I'm gonna say is... the beast has been unleashed 🤭 Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features, Slight Dacryphilia Word Count: 1,620 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

Nothing but whimpers and whines fill the room, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing off of the walls. With each movement, his cock twitches deep inside of you, hardly being able to keep his eyes open as pleasure threatens to overwhelm his every sense at any second.

“You’re doing so well for me, Bunny.” You coo, hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

Purposely, you squeeze around his cock, grinding your hips against his after a particularly hard thrust. You can feel the way your combined releases drip down your thighs and onto the sheets below, only making your lips quirk upwards smugly in the corners.

The moment you still above him, Soobin lets out a harsh whine. His back arches, keening into your touch as his ears twitch against the pillow. Desperately, his hands paw at your hips, attempting to get you to continue your movements over him.

“Mommy-“ He chokes on a sob, face flushed as tears line his eyes. “Mommy, please!”

“Needy Little Rabbit, aren’t you?” Circling your hips elicits another sweet moan from his throat. “Never satisfied just filling Mommy’s cunt once.”

He thrashes against the pillows, shaking his head as he mutters out a string of ‘no’s in agreement.

“Never.” He pants, eyes squeezing shut as the first of his tears begin to stream down his cheeks. “Never satisfied until Mommy is full of me. Need to make sure she’s happy and complete, dripping my endless love for her from her sweet cunt.”

Gently, your thumb brushes one of his tears away. A smile pulls at your lips, eyes hooded as pride fills your chest.

“Such a Good Little Bunny,” Slowly, you begin snapping your hips against his once more. “Telling Mommy exactly what he wants.”

“Want you-“ His back arches as he chokes on a moan. “Need to fill you.”

“Hmm?” You tilt your head almost mockingly at him. “Gonna fill me until that needy little cock can’t come anymore? Gonna scream my name from how sensitive you get being buried deep within my tight cunt, dripping all over you?”

“Yes!” A loud cry escapes him, eyes squeezing shut as his cock twitches deep inside of you. “Fuck- Mommy! Yes!”

An amused exhale escapes you as he nearly lifts you from the bed from the force of his hips jerking upwards. Softly, you coo at him, tenderly beginning to trace your fingers over his chest.

“Should Mommy let you fill her precious cunt with more of your come?”

Soobin moans, barely keeping his eyes open as he meets your own. “Yes! Please, Mommy… I’ll do anything! Anything at all!”

“Alright,” You hum, splaying your hands over his chest as you lean over him. “On one condition.”

“Anything.” He sobs, desperately attempting to shift his hips against yours to create some much needed friction between your two bodies. “I’ll do anything. I’m your Good Boy. Promise.”

Nothing but amusement dances on your features as you stare down at him, lips pulled upwards in a smirk. “Tell me the real reason you want to fill me up so badly.”

Soobin’s breath hitches, eyes going wide. Softly, his nose twitches. A beautiful blush begins to paint his features, stammering over his words as he squirms beneath you. Shyly, he avoids your gaze.

“No? That’s too bad…” You shift to move off of him.

“Wait!” His hands grip your waist like vices, pinning you in place.

Your quirked brow is all the inquiry he needs to continue.

With that rosy tint lingering on his cheeks, he mumbles out, “Wanna… wanna fill Mommy full of me and claim her as my own.”

“Oh?” Your head tilts slightly, lips tugging upwards teasingly. “But Bunny, you already know Mommy is all yours, and you’re all hers.”

A shudder wracks his entire body, groaning lightly as he attempts to maintain his composure. His hands tighten even further on your waist, throat working as he swallows thickly.

“That’s not-“ A slight hitch in his voice as you clench around him. “That’s not what I meant.”

Your lips tug upwards in a knowing smile. “Then, what did you mean, Baby Boy?”

He whines, pink cheeks dusting ever darker. Again, he begins stammering over his words, averting his gaze to the side. That is, until he feels you shifting off of him.

His hands follow your movements desperately, as if he could reach out and prevent you from lifting yourself off of his cock. A pout tugs at his lips, whimpering as he watches you sit up to your full height on your knees. Not even a moment later, you’re adjusting your position so that you’re facing the mirror at the side of your room while resting on your hands and knees.

Of course you know why he wants to fill you full of his come. It’s just too adorable teasing him, and watching him stutter over himself with such a cute blush adorning his features. How could you not rile him up a little?

A grin tugs at your lips as you peer at him from over your shoulder. The wide-eyed look of shock he gives you nearly has you chuckling, and you swear he’s stopped breathing for the moment from how still he’s become.

“Come on, then, Bunny,” You wiggle your ass playfully in his direction. “Breed me.”

The instant those words come out of your mouth, it’s like something within himself snaps. His hands shake, movements frantic as he scrambles behind you, aligning himself with your cunt. You can practically hear him panting, low, feral whines that boarder on growls escaping his throat.

Settling his hands on your hips, the tip of his cock nudges at your entrance. You can feel how badly he’s shaking as he holds onto you, his whole body tense in anticipation as he meets your gaze in the mirror. His wide eyes nearly have you cooing at how adorable he looks, his ears framing his face lightly. His throat working once more as he swallows.

Subtly, you nod your head.

Soobin does not need to be told twice.

Without wasting another moment, he thrusts into you. His movements are erratic, hands pulling you back into his him as he desperately snaps his hips into your own. His eyes are locked on the way his cock sinks deep into your tight pussy, the wet slapping sounds that fill the room making his head spin. Low, guttural grunts escape him each time he sinks himself fully into you, mesmerized by the way your ass jiggles with each thrust.

The vigorous pace he sets nearly has your hands giving out beneath you. Your fingers dig into the sheets, eyes rolling as he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. One thing you didn’t realize was just how desperate your bunny could get from the mere thought of breeding you. Given how intense he already is, you know that you’re in for a long night.

“Gonna breed your perfect little cunt, Mommy.” He pants, nails digging into your skin. “Gonna fill you full of my seed so you always know who your Good Boy is.”

Nothing but moans and cries of his name escape your lips as the tip of his cock begins to hit that special spot deep within you. Your arms finally give out, head angled on the mattress to watch him fuck you in the reflection of the mirror. The sight alone of your bunny transfixed by your cunt, desperate to fill you like the animal he is makes you clench hard around him. You can practically feel your combined fluids leaking down your thighs with his every thrust, eyes rolling from the feeling.

A loud moan tumbles from his lips, nearly collapsing on top of you as he feels you squeezing him so tightly. Still, with his back pressed against yours, caging you in place beneath him, he doesn’t relent. Each thrust seems to reach deeper and deeper inside of you, chasing that high to fill you full of his come.

“That’s it, Bunny,” You rasp out, shifting your ass back to meet his every thrust. “Flood me with your love and claim this fucking pussy as yours.”

Your words instantly send him right over the edge, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He stills within you, collapsing completely on top of you and causing you both to fall flat against the mattress. Spurt after spurt of hot come fills you, leaking out from your cunt and down his balls as you spasm around him, and only serving to make him moan loudly.

Each breath is a bit of a struggle, eyes hooded from how intense he suddenly got. The feeling of his come flooding out of you makes you moan, your pussy still so sensitive since you had just been on the brink of release yourself. Of course, you don’t blame him for succumbing to his own pleasure. After all, you’ve been pulling orgasms from him all night, so you’re not surprised that he didn’t last long.

However, what does surprise you is when he shakily gets back onto his knees after carefully pulling out of you. Your breath hitches as he flips you onto your back, a glazed look in his eyes as he watches his seed meticulously drip out of your cunt. He seems to be in a daze as he grabs your legs, settling your ankles onto his shoulders as he leans into you. The moment he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, you gasp.

“Soobin-“

“Need to fill Mommy with more of my love.” His voice is but a low drawl as he pushes slowly into you. “Not finished until she’s swollen with my kits.”

[lemonmaid]

Alpha gojo x omega male reader

Theme is angest and fluff

Reader and gojo were high school sweet hearts and on thier final year reader got knocked up by gojo and on his way to tell gojo there was a misunderstanding which leds to them breaking up and reader taking the unborn kids (twins because why not) and after a few years gojo finds him with the kids and they reconnect after the misunderstanding was cleared up if that's alright with you

Also can you not make reader submissive and shy, I don't like it when omegas are like that

Wow! Most detailed request but coming up!!

Warnings: misunderstandings, mpreg, omegaverse, angst, rushed. Miscommunication

"Standing Next to you"

20■■

(Name) was on the train coming back from Kyoto.

To say there was a lot on his mind was an understatement was…undermining it.

'This fucking blows'. 

(Name) looked at the omega across from him sitting in the reserved seating for pregnant people, looking at his flat stomach he cringed. 

'You're like an alien…. A parasite'.

(Name) was only a few weeks along, has he been to a doctor? No. But he did spend all day in Kyoto praying for a sign to tell him what he should do.

He could he a responsible adult and tell his mate that he was pregnant but in his teenage mind that's something that was off the table or too far out of reach. 

He did want to tell Satoru but knowing the Gojo clan, they would want him to abort anyway. 

That's where (name) was conflicted, he didn't want a pup but it was his damn choice if he wanted to abort, why should he listen to a bunch of betas and alphas tell him what to do?.

"Next stop Nagoya" 

He still had four more hours to think.

(Name) arrived at his dorm pretty late, surprisingly, Satoru was there, fuming.

"Where were you?".

"Out?".

Satoru crossed his arms, "Out?".

"Yeah".

Satoru stared down (Name) who was trying to take off his shoes before he came inside the room.

"Where were you all day? You never answered your phone".

(Name) shrugged his shoulders, "It died".

"Really?"

"Yeah, I forgot to charge it". In reality, whenever (Name) saw Satoru's name pop up on his flip he felt like vomiting.

Satoru sighed, "I feel like as your mate I have a right to know-"

"I'm not going to talk to you when you treat me like this". (Name) rolled his eyes, throwing his keys onto the counter, and walking away.

Satoru followed the omega into their shared room, "Like what?"

"You're talking down at me. Treating me like a child".

"Well, you're acting like a child!"

"Me? I'm acting like a child?"

"Yes! You just go out and don't talk to me anymore! I was worried-"

(Name) closed and locked the bathroom door, staring into the toilet bowl, "Maybe because I am a child? So are you Satoru, are you forgetting that we are 3rd years? Haven't even-".

'I'm going to vomit'

"Stop! I'm not arguing with you! You need to tell me where you're going all day!". Satoru's voice was filled with worry, he sounded like he was genuinely hurt.

"I don't think I have to tell you anything!".

'I'm so sorry Satoru' 

There was silence between the two, The dim kitchen light glowed softly in the background.

"Maybe… we should take a break".

'It's for the best this way'

***

Shoko awkwardly rubbed the omega's back, as he vomited.

"There…. There"

(Name) gasped before dry heaving.

'This is worst'

Shoko lit a cigarette in the cheap apartment bathroom, "So… are you telling him? You know being with your mate will help with-".

"No".

(Name) was quick to move out of the dorm and drop out. It's been…a few long terrible weeks without Satoru; his mate, his better half, his everything.

Shoko sighed, "I would recommend a patch that you put on your mating mark to help with separation sickness but I'm pretty sure that will fuck up the pup".

(Name) laid against the cool wall, huffing and panting as sweat dropped from his forehead, ".... I will…go through the pain if it means staying away from Satoru… I will just-".

Shoko tossed him a water bottle, "I don't need your sob story, gosh, you sounded like Suguru when he was going through his separation sickness". Shoko sighed, putting out her cigarette and flushing it down the toilet.

Shoko pinched her nose, "Listen as a"

"You're not a doctor"

"Yet".

"Just… tell him. He would understand, he cares about you. And you damn well know it. Hell you two are mated, you're stuck together-".

Shoko looked at (name) with wide eyes.

"Please tell me you are hoping he just gets a mark removal surgery".

"I heard his clan would-"

"Fuck his clan are you fucking insane? Do you wanna drop? You'll kill your pups-"

"Fuck Shoko! I know! Fuck I know" (Name) cried, no sobbing.

"No, snap out of it! Do you think you can raise pups alone! Fuck in this shit hole? How can you raise them if you're fucking dropping!"

"Fucking! I know! I don't know what else to do Shoko! We are 17!! I don't want to burden anyone!! I can't!".

"You're not alone! Stop acting like it! Satoru fucking begs me to tell him where you are at! Stop pushing us away!".

(Name) sobbed into his knees, "I don't need saving. I can do this!".

"I'm getting Satoru".

Present

That was the last time anyone really saw (Name).

It's been two years.

Shoko didn't have the heart to tell Satoru that his missing mate was pregnant, hell she didn't need to see another one of her friends drop and die.

Satoru had eyes and noses everywhere looking for his mate, he didn't really give up.

Well, until today. 

Satoru's eyes went wide when he saw two white headed pups run up to him. Yapping away about the similarities between the three of them.

"My! My!!"

"Dammy!" 

The two twins grabbing his long legs.

Satoru felt a sob in his throat when he saw his long lost mate few feet away from him.

Oh how he glowed.

Oh how he aged.

He was still beautiful.

Why was he wearing a scent patch?

Why did he look unhappy to see him?

Why did Satoru's heart crushed?

(Name) called the twins names over to him. 

'Aoto and Shuto'

"My pups?" Satoru begged, he was pleading, his heart bleeding with sadness.

(Name) was obviously hesitant before nodding.

Satoru felt a sob exit his chest before crushing the three in a hug.

The four of them had dinner at Satoru's home, Satoru didn't want them out of his sight.

Satoru had the twins on both sides of his neck, letting them rest on his glands as he scent bonded them as they slept.

"Why did you keep this from me?".

"I was… scared of you turning me down so I wanted to speed up the progress".

"I would never turn this down…. (Name)... you're my mate… these were my pups".

"I know your clan-".

"I've.. disowned that, this is my clan…" gesturing towards the twins.

The two sat in silence.

Satoru sighed, "I want to make this work, but you need therapy, we need couples counseling… I still love you and I want to work this out".

(Name) nodded.

"I love you too".

[jilixthinker]

sweet nothings

=͟͟͞♡ bang chan × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ collared channie

word count: 950 words

content warning: explicit sexual content, sub!chan, established relationship, mommy kink, edging, cock play, ass slapping, dacryphilia

a/c: @straykeedz asks (kinda) and I deliver, mwah.

=͟͟͞♡ please consider reblogging if you like my works!

"What's going on Channie? Too much already?"

Chan looks like a wet mess while you caress his sweaty cheek. He is on the verge of tears, sweet whimpers falling out from his parted lips. He is been rutting against your stomach for more than one hour now, straddling your lap and grinding his naked body with growing impatience.

His swollen cock is gradually wetting your pants underneath, red and oversensitive after being denied of his orgasm for so long. He is wearing nothing but his black cat ears and the collar he used for the fansign. The letters forming "Chris" are shiny under your gaze.

Chan doesn't answer to your question, but his face is a flushed mask and you know he heard you. You coo condescendingly at his silence.

"Too dumb to answer me, honey? You are so sweet."

Chan keeps rubbing himself in small circles, quickly puffing air out of his opened mouth. His tongue lolls out of his lips and a dribble of saliva falls from the tip of it, leaking on his aching cock.

"S' tired m-mommy."

Your bring your arm to circle his hips and your hand caresses the small of his back. Chan whimpers and his puffy cockhead gets caught on the fabric of your sweats.

"But I'm not done playing with you, baby."

Chan cries a little when your hand rests on the soft fat of his buttcheek before hitting his skin with a loud smack. As soon as he feels the slight pain, he rolls his hips and spurts some more precum on you.

"Ah... b-but I've been good. Uh, uh, I've been good f-for you. I wan' cum."

You slap his butt again, he lets out the sweetest sound, cock twitching for the slight pain.

"I don't think so Channie. Not yet. You are still talking, uh? That means you are still with me. You know what I want from my baby boy, right?"

You look up and he is just the prettiest, all spread out and submissive for you. His face is a mess, eyes glossy and lips all bruised and red. His legs tremble every time he delivers a shallow thrust over you.

"Y-yes... I-I don't know, I jus' want to- uh."

You wrap your free hand around his cock and you squeeze it. It's not too harsh, but it's enough to finally make him cry. The tears wet his cheeks and he keen loudly at the feeling.

You smile and you scoot forward to place a tiny peck on his neck, just above his collar. You start a lazy rhythm, stopping just to stimulate his spongy head, all red and swollen. Chan soft sobs make you feel lightheaded and you slide your thumb against his slit. Chan's thighs shake and he nearly screams.

"You know why I gave you this pretty choker to wear in front of all those people, Channie? All tight and with your name on it?" you ask, sliding your left fingers around said collar and grabbing it firmly. "You know why mommy did it?" You wrap your index and thumb on the material and you suddenly pull, Chan's neck harshly moved forward.

Chan is just babbling at this point, head empty of thoughts but full of pleasure for being toyed like this by you. As if he is just yours. As if you own him.

"I did it so everyone could see that you are mine. Just mine to use. My pretty toy." You pull the choker more and he lets out a painful sigh at the movement. "And for you to remember your own name after I am done using you."

Your words are harsh, but your tone is sickengly sweet while you start to circle fastly your wrist around his tip, and obscene squelching noises fill the room.

"And I guess it's working, uh? Can't hear you talking anymore."

Chan's strenght reaches his final point and he finally gives up, falling on your body. He squishes his face on the crook of your neck and his warm tears roll on your shoulder while you keep rubbing the palm of your hand against the head of his cock, making him mewl and squirm. He cannot think anymore, he just feels sticky pleasure and nothing else.

"That's right. That's it. My sweet boy is gonna give me all of his cum, isn't he? You're gonna give it to me because it's mine. Every drop is mine, like everything of you have."

With the hand in between his legs you finally pump his cock fast and hard, feeling him getting painfully rigid between your finger. The filthy noise of his balls slapping against his own skin with every stroke fills the room.

"C'mon, baby boy. You can cum, you have been so good for mommy. Let go, sweet thing. Cum on me."

You turn your face and you kiss his cheek lovingly. Chan hiccups and you give him one last stroke, rubbing your thumb just under the cockhead, where the spongy tip meet his frenulum. And that's how he cums. Warm spurts of cum covering all your hand, hot and creamy, while he finally breathes all of the pleasure out of himself.

"That's my baby. There you go. Always so perfect for me, so sweet. I love you. You did so well."

Chan hums and you bring your hand to stroke gently his hair, combing his sweaty locks and hugging him tight. Chan snuggles against your chest, still panting a little and nuzzling his head on your breasts.

"B-been good?" He murmurs, voice low and tired.

"Been so good, Channie." You kiss the top of his head, whispering sweet nothing until his body relaxes against yours.

His shiny collar is so pretty on him, you think. Good for him you bought him another one.

©️ jilixthinker, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or republish my works anywhere.

[daturabouquet]

DOTTORE'S SHARP TEETH.

Dottore letting you touch his teeth taking an unexpected turn. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂ttore frfr

"Oh Doctor, what sharp teeth you have!"

[Warning! mention of skin branding, spicy-ish?, marking, biting, abuse of authority, dubious consent to biting]

----------------------𝕀𝕝 𝔻𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖------------------------

"Doctor, I'm interested in your teeth!" You chirped, gaining the Doctor's attention. Dottore turns around and gazes upon your figure, seemingly intrigues with your request. "My teeth?" Dottore asks, making sure he heard you correctly. "What is there that is interesting with my teeth, dear?" He continues.

"Look at them, they're really sharp.. I wonder if I can touch them, Dottore?" You ask, though a little bit doubtful of his approval, but you push through. Hearing your question, the Doctor suddenly smiles widely, showing off his sharp teeth. He then bends down to your level and grabs your wrist. "Go ahead my sweet, feel around." Without hesitation, you start caressing his every tooth, you have always been fascinated by the unique shape of his teeth. His canines are the pointiest, also the most interesting to touch, how can you ever resist touching those perfectly razor sharp teeth?

As you run your finger across his canine, instantly you see blood. Dottore's canine tooth has sliced your finger, leaving you wincing and pulling away. Dottore stops baring his teeth, and puts his focus back to you. He nods and takes his trusty clipboard, scribbling something on it.

"Hey! I-i'm bleeding here!" You pout, asking for his attention once again, but instead of coming to your aid, Dottore approaches with a very suspicious smile on his face.

"(name)." Dottore calls out.

"Y-yes?" You reply, surprised by his sudden call. "You just gave me a brilliant idea, dear. Remember that time you distastefully rejected my polite offer to brand you as mine?" Dottore says, softly cupping your face.

"Y-yes! I-I didn't want to be branded with hot metal..." You complain, but there's no malice in your tone, only a slight hint of fear.

Dottore leans down, now inches away from your sensitive skin. He whispers on your neck, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. "Why don't I brand you in another way, darling dearest?" His words send you into a state of fight or flight, but unfortunately you're cornered. Realizing your defeat, you submissively whimper and utter a simple yet pleading request; "Please don't make it hurt too much."

Dottore nods dismissively before grabbing the back of your neck, forcing you to stay in place. His gaze is cold, unfeeling yet possessive. His teeth grazing your sensitive skin, like a predator toying with its prey. His lips meet your skin, kissing it softly before parting, and biting deep down into your flesh. His soft hums soothe your nerves, his fingers tapping on your waist, averting your attention away from the sting.

You try to focus on anything, anything. Desperate to ease the pain, you tug on Dottore's long lab coat, burying your face on his shoulder. You bite your bottom lip in pain, all while breathing in your lover's familiar scent; a hint of rubbing alcohol, a slight touch of chemicals, and a whole lot of blood. Tears are pooling up in your eyes, for you know your Harbinger will not consider your comfort.

"D-Dottore... I-it hurts!" You finally sob out. Surprisingly, the Doctor finally pulls away. You notice both blood and saliva trickling down your poor abused neck. You look at yourself in horror and shock, yet Dottore stares at you, his gaze seemingly looking for another target.

Before you can react, Dottore latches back onto a different spot on your neck, creating a second "love" bite. You can't protest, you can never protest. He's your superior after all, right? He needs to mark you entirely as his, and this torment is just his way of claiming you.

"D-doctor.. p-please.. i-it hurts so much-" You cry out, this time desperate for relief.

The Doctor pauses, before smiling wickedly and holding you even tighter and peppering kisses all over your bruised "love" bites. Little did you know, this is how your sick and twisted lover prepares you for more razor sharp love bites to come.

--

"Mmm..."

His teeth sink deep into your skin.

"S-stop it! Please.. it hurts so much..."

Your hands tugging on his lab coat.

"Three more, dear."

Gentle taps on your nape.

"I'm yours- I-I'm yours! Please... This is unnecessary-"

Pathetic fruitless begging.

"Mmm.."

Soothing caresses.

"P-please... at least... give me some... care..."

Pleading for mercy.

"I'll reward you for your good behavior..."

His loving gaze on you.

"A-a few kisses? A-and a hug...?"

Submission.

"Whatever you desire."

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[redr0sewrites]

Continuing from your jealousy HCs for Blade, I especially like the idea of reader topping Blade. His jealousy is painfully obvious at times and I think he would try to deny it, that he's not jealous and that he just finds it annoying that you're talking so sweetly to another man. He'd become a little mean and petty, kinda like a cat.

What better way to assure him than to leave your claim all over his body, kiss, bite, and mark him up. Fuck him rough and good, all while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, how well he's taking you, how good he is for you, how you only have eyes for him. Make him cum over and over again, 'till he's shaking and trembling from pleasure. That should make him remember he's the only one you want, or... does he need another reminder 🫣

your sooo real for this anon<33333 bladie is sooooo yummy and pathetic when hes jealous. hope u enjoy~

🥀Cw: smut, sub blade, jealous sex, dirty talk, marking, bondage, praise/degradation, overall filth, gn reader/can be read as a strap or a dick, etc

🥀 minors dni

"im not jealous. i have no idea what your talking about," blade spoke firmly, yet his eyes refused to meet yours.

"aww, its okay to admit it bladie~ your so cute when your jealous", you hum, stepping closer to him until your chests were pressing together. blades breathing was short and ragged, and a pink haze tinted his cheeks. his dark hair framed his face as he looked down at you, his eyes wild with lust.

"im not..." his voice was rough and throaty with arousal, thick and rough and full of desire. you giggle, pushing him back against the bed and he obeyed you perfectly. you pinned him down, even though you were much smaller than him he was always so submissive- how cute!

"do you need a reminder that I'm yours?" you move to straddle him, and his breath hitches as you rub up and down his thick thighs. he nods slowly, and you smirk. in a few sharp tugs, clothing was being discarded and blade was face down, ass up in the sheets, your cock rubbing against his ass. he squirmed, a quiet mewl falling from his lips as you slowly rocked against him.

"how needy~" you whisper in his ear, and he whimpers in response. you entered him suddenly and almost immediately began to fuck into him roughly, his whole body began to tremble with each thrust.

"nghh~ i- im not- please-" blade was gasping, his voice cracked with pleasure as you continued to fuck him senseless. in response, you yanked his hair harshly and began to nip and bite at his neck and shoulders. blade only seemed to grow more and more feral, his hips bucking back against your strap.

"im yours, and your mine. dont forget that, hmm bladie?" blade sobbed in response to your words, he was squeezing you so tight you were sure he was close. his whole body was quivering and his moans grew louder and louder as tears began to form in his eyes.

"im- im sorry- please im close~ ngh- plea-" blade shook, eyes rolling back as your hips continued snapping against his, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"you taking me so well, such a precious little slut. go on, you can cum~" blade opened his mouth in a broken moan as his orgams ripped through him, shoulders shaking as he practically collapsed against the bed, however you didnt stop.

"wha- i- mhm~" blade sobbed, tears were streaming pathetically down his flushed cheeks.

"are you sure you werent jealous?" you ask, voice laced with arousal and malice. he tried to speak, but words failed to form as broken moans and whimpers spluttered from his lips.

"i- im sorry- i was, i was! im yours!" his needy whines and pleas only made your own arousal grow, and you began to fuck into him faster and faster. he began to moan and gasp louder, hips shaking and face flushed.

"wha- mhm- ngh~" his voice shook with arousal, his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and his eyes were rolling back with every thrust.

"aww, you really thought i was done with you bladie?"

not me dropping smut and then leaving again for 2 days 💀 schools been kicking my ass but ive been getting back into writing so thats good ajsjsj- ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOY ANONN

[shuenkio]

𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 선우 엔.하.이.픈 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Paring: Sunoo X M!reader

Genre: Fluff with smut. Cw: Explicit words.

Synopsis : If "to the bone" was a fic, I'd describe this as one with Sunoo.

Non proof read | English is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A✷N: This is all I got when I'm thinking "hard" about writing Sunoo 👉🏻👈🏻 hope you don't mind if there's some cringy parts. Not exactly the fic, but is like a description ?

ᯓᡣ𐭩ֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָ֢֢֢֢֢

Sunoo who asked you on a date through a letter that he put in your bag while you wouldn't notice, on a Valentine day which you gladly accept even though it's your first time in a relationship.

Sunoo who's always sweet and talkative to keep the conversation going, since you were the quiet one. He don't mind being there for you, telling you about his day, his schedule and everything.

Sunoo who's protective even if it's a smaller one, where you got nip during cutting vegetables and ever since that day, you barely get into the kitchen again because he's forbidden.

Sunoo who likes to have you in his arm, snuggle him, cuddle him through hot or cold weather. Having you in his grip feels safer than he's ever felt.

Sunoo who's the perfect boyfriend that you ever had, the man who's your act of service, sweet words for you every seven a week, protective over you, and say "I love you" whenever he's about to sleep.

Sunoo who's changing for you, even when he's not strong enough to face other people who could be taller than him, more dominant than him, more fierce than him and more manly than him. Yet he's not completely changed for who he is, he's changed to be a better someone who you could say "he deserves for me" .

Sunoo who's the one who keeps showering you with all of his love, reminding you that being homosexual is not a bad thing, one born with it since birth you can't really change it and he promised he'll be there whenever you have a hard time.

--//--

Sunoo who's feeling once heat but is afraid to ask for any help from you, mask himself under the rock so you won't find him dirty.

Sunoo who's left with no choice of his hardness when he sees you changing in front of him, exposes your sexy curve and body, but to force himself to ask for your permission first.

Sunoo who's turning crimson when he hears you say you could help him in such a casual normal way that makes Sunoo question that you're not that innocent either.

Sunoo who's catching off guard when you're on the top of him, ready for both to take this relationship to another level. "I-i I mean... Tell me when I have to stop ok? But you can.. do anything you want... On me"

Sunoo who's fluttering shut, eyes automatically rolling back to his brain in an overwhelming sensation, after he's feeling your taut walls around his length. His breath got taken away the moment you bouncing on his dick up and down as if you don't feel the vibration that he is probably turning to be the one who says the word stops.

Sunoo who bare all the emotions just so you can do anything on him to your liking, he don't care if you either fuck him dry till his balls tight, licking his nipples till it's hard, sniffing his pit till it's scentless and kiss his lip until it's swollen. That's how much he loves you.

Sunoo who's sobbing with endless whimpering and moaning on the bed, with you bouncing on his dick, to the point he's experienced the most mind blowing explode orgasm he could ever had, pumping you full enough to make his semens leak out when he's still inside.

Sunoo who's the one who is submissive for you, though he feels the most stimulus he'll still do the after care for his lover who is helping him, on this heat bed.

Sunoo who'll be forever grateful that you accept him to be your boyfriend, and willing make your time worth and willing to sacrifice anything for you just so you can be happy with him, and stay with him till the bed.

ᯓᡣ𐭩ֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָ֢֢֢֢֢

[holybibly]

Im so embarrass to ask this request..

Well im kind of new😭

Honestly can u do mommy dom hwa...

Like mommy hwa is so hot and dom hwa too 🤭🤭 so why not both🤭 i have read many fics abt mommy hwa it just sooo sexy...

I hope u will accept my request!!:3

Well, well, well, I see that all my bunnies just can't get enough of mommy Hwa from Pretty Flushed, and they want more.

Well, I'll give you more, just don't blame me later for getting more than you could bite.

Dom mommy Seonghwa punishing his little naughty girl for disobedience.

"How many times do I have to tell you before you learn your lesson? Mommy doesn't like naughty girls. And you, you were very naughty today..." Seonghwa's velvety voice sounds in your ears like molten honey on your skin, burning and sweet.

Your arms are tied to the headboard with silk ribbons, and your legs are spread wide so that your wet, swollen pussy is exposed to his gaze. Seonghwa's long fingers are glistening in the dim light of the bedroom, completely covered in your juices as they slide in and out of you with a sadistic slowness. You want to cum desperately, wanting this almost painfully, wanting more, but this is how you get punished.

Seonghwa will continue this exquisite torture as long as he wants.

"I'm so sorry, mommy... I didn't mean it like that; I swear, it's just..."

A hard slap on the tender skin on the inside of your thigh made you whimper loudly and close your eyes from the searing but deliciously pleasant pain. Your mind was clouded by the amazing sensation of his skilled fingers being inside of you.

You were so close to your sweet release, but Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of you with a loud squelching sound and instead slapped the palm of his hand against your leaking, slutty cunt. All you could do was sob pathetically in response, accepting everything your mommy thought you deserved.

In Seonghwa's eyes, you were so adorable—all tied up and completely submissive to him.

"Bad girls can't come, sweetheart. They don't deserve to be released in the slightest, do you understand?" God, why does he have to use that royal condescending tone with you at this moment?

You hadn't been able to bring yourself to look him in the eye. You weren't even sure what it was you had done to unleash this monster in front of you. Your mommy, who is always so sweet and gentle, is completely different from the devilish man in front of you. Usually,  Seonghwa is not so harsh with the punishment, but today, my God, something had set him off.

"Mommy...p-please let me cum...I'm so sorry, I swear I'll be obedient..."

Slap! And another one after that: your legs automatically want to close up; this kind of stimulation is too exhausting and painful for you at the moment. But you know better than to provoke Seonghwa like that. You should also learn to keep your pretty little mouth shut before you let him do it for you.

And he'll do it right now. His beautiful, hard cock, long and stringy, dripping with pre-cum, ends up right in front of your face. Seonghwa smiles arrogantly as he unties the silk from your wrists, freeing your hands, and before you can react, the sudden thrust of his hips pushes his thick cock into your mouth, causing you to choke on it.

"Ah, ah, be a good girl and take mommy's dick in your fucking mouth." He grasps you roughly by the hair and tilts your head so that you can see all of his handsome features, a dark grin spreading across his sensual lips. "Perhaps mommy will be kind enough to finish off your punishment in here and let you come on my big, fat cock. You'd like that, sweetheart. Wouldn't you?" You could only nod at his words. Your face, so swollen and red from crying, was a sight for his eyes.

His hips begin to move slowly, and you try to relax your jaw in an attempt to ease the slight pain caused by the sudden intrusion. Your watery eyes closing, thick tears streaming freely down your face, Seonghwa's face freezes into a sadistic expression as he tightens his grip on your hair, his other hand wrapped around your neck in a light and gentle stranglehold, feeling the outline of his cock beneath his palm each time he enters your mouth.

"That's it, little girl; be obedient and please your mommy."

Seonghwa's pace begins to increase fast and mercilessly, making you gasp each time his cock plunges deep into your throat; it's a satisfying sound for him. Hwa growls above you, his voice so deep and sexy that you think you could cum just from the sound of it.

His rough thrusts continue until he feels that he's about to cum, and he quickly pulls away from you with a loud pop as his cock leaves your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting the red, swollen head of his cock to your lips. He strokes your tear-stained cheek, laughing softly at the completely lost expression on your face.

"My god, you've been such a good girl for mommy. I think you've earned your reward now, have you? Hmm?" Seonghwa could see the stars shining in your eyes as you nodded furiously at him, so eager to please him and to enjoy the sweet feeling of orgasm from him. "Look how charming you are. Can't you always be as obedient as you are now? You just have to be nice, and mommy won't punish you, darling. Get down on all fours, baby, and mommy is going to give you the best orgasm of your  life." Like an obedient little kitten, you obeyed without question.

When you got down on all fours, you deliberately lifted your ass higher, shaking it too eagerly, desperate to come as soon as possible and to have Seonghwa shower you with care and love when it's all over.

“Good girls, stay put and wait patiently. You're a good girl, aren't you?"

You immediately stopped all of your movements, as you did not want to upset him again. Seonghwa's hands grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them apart. He watched as your cunt literally squeezed on nothing, the humiliation spreading through your body like a tidal wave.

Seonghwa just laughed at this, which made you whimper and push your ass towards him, which only resulted in a hard, hard slap on the cheek of your soft ass. The mark on his palm turned your skin an angry pink.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to fucking put you back where you were, and you won't be able to come until you've learned to obey me. If you keep acting like a bitch, you won't get nothing, baby. Or have you forgotten that mommy doesn't like naughty girls?" He asked. His soft tone changed so quickly, back to a cold, arrogant distance, and it scared you, so you just nodded obediently, frozen, waiting for Seonghwa to decide what to do with you next.

For a moment, you were completely lost in your thoughts. Then you felt your walls begin to stretch around the thick girth of Seonghwa's cock, causing you to moan loudly and long.

"Hmm, my love, I have prepared you so well, and you are still so tense? How many times does your mommy have to fuck your slutty little cunt for you to be able to take my dick with a single thrust?" The sudden movement of his hips made you whimper, and you buried your face in the pillow.

"Please, mommy..."

He holds you in his arms from behind, his arms wrapped around your belly, his eyes hooded with lust as he leans down to your face and whispers in your ear.

"I love you so much...baby, do you want to come on my cock, baby girl? My little girl wants to come so badly, doesn't she?"

A wave of pleasure shoots through you as he rubs his fingers quickly and persistently against your clit - it was too intense for you, your orgasm hitting you like a fast train—your knees buckle under him, and you fall limply to the bed as your pussy clench around his cock. As Seonghwa continues to fuck you mercilessly, overstimulating your entire body, your hot tears soak the pillow, leaving you looking like a complete mess.

"Mommy, no more; it's too much. Please! T-too m-much!"

Seonghwa bites the back of your neck, leaving his possessive mark, and you can feel his chest vibrate against your back as he moans into your skin with a guttural sound.

"Didn't you say that was what you wanted? A little girl can't take everything that is given to her? That's a shame, because I'm going to take that cunt as much as I want."

His thrusts are hard and fast, the stimulation too intense to resist, and you come all over his cock again. You moan loudly as the head of his cock hits the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you.

"You are so sensitive, my love. Your cunt gives me such a good squeeze." Seonghwa's fingers rub against your clit again, your loud cries muffled by the pillow as you bite down on the fabric, and you squirm under him, hoping he'll finally get off you and give you a break.

Not satisfied with what you have done, he turns you over on your back, lifts your legs up to your chest, and fucks you hard in the mating pressure position. In this position, his cock goes much deeper into you. All you can do is hold on to his hand and squeeze it hard. You were totally helpless under him. You only wanted one orgasm after hours of torturing him with your fingers. But in the end, you got more than you could bite off.

"Well, darling, don't cry... shh... I'll definitely take care of you afterwards, OK? My girl, you treat me so well; mommy will feed you so well with her cum; you will be warm and full, my darling." His breathing was ragged; he made a few more sharp thrusts, and his hips calmed down as he began to empty his cum into you, filling you to the brim. The feeling of being so filled made you cum all around him again, and you lay completely limp on the bed. Your eyelids were heavy, your body was completely boneless, and your mind was far away and unfocused from all the orgasms you had been through.

"I hope that you have learned your lesson, my darling, and that you will continue to be an obedient and good little girl. Now, let your mommy take care of you, my little one." Seonghwa said as he placed a soft kiss on your tear-stained cheek.

No matter how rude he was to you, you always knew that Hwa would treat you like royalty afterwards, as confirmation of what you already knew very well: how much he loved you.

[prettyboypistol]

Hi, first. I just want to say I love your blog! And I also wanted to request, how the mercs would react to an M!Reader with a daddy kink

TF2 Mercs Being Called "Daddy" || TF2 x M!Reader +18 MDNI

Scout

More confused than anything at first. You're no girl, after all. It weirds him out a little when you pull him to bed and call him Daddy.

It takes him a second to really understand that "oooooh this is a domination thing." and then he hops right in on the kink with gusto.

Honestly? Is more down to call you Daddy rather than you calling him that.

Pyro

Oh god, that's a weird one lol

They immediately start sweetly murmuring in your ear, gently feeling you up, and loving on you extra. It's like- they especially don't want to hurt you now that you've said that.

Is more into the caretaker role than you initially thought! Overall a wonderful experience for those looking for a soft dom!

Soldier

Doesn't like being called Daddy, prefers Sir if you're gonna be submissive.

"I'm not your sissy of a father, son! I am your superior and you will address me as such. Now, let me hear a "Sir, yessir!"

Will call you son/sonny if you're down for that, but if you're not, then just "private" is alright by his books.

Engie

Secretly has a massive daddy kink too, on the receiving end of it. As soon as you call him Daddy he's almost busted in his overalls as he stammers out excuses.

Has a bit of a kink for calling you his baby, his sunshine, and his little darling, etc. Things that make you feel smaller.

"Shh, it's alright sunshine, let Daddy take care of all them needs of yours."

Heavy

He doesn't understand at first, thinking that you have a thing for roleplayed incest. It's not the weirdest thing he's been down to fuck around with, but you're now high on the list.

Either way, he's down to clown around with you, calling you things like his little bear, his sweetness, and his little lover.

After you explain the details and intricacies of your kink, he understands it better and knows how to play the role a lot better than the first time.

Demoman(my beloved)

Laughs a little bit at first, but is absolutely down to be called Daddy.

"Looking for a shag with yer Daddy, huh? I can work with that."

Makes jokes about how he's an old man now, how his hips hurt from thrusting, and how "you young people and your libido" are gonna be the death of him. (all in good fun, of course.)

Sniper

Confusion, realization, and then the fun part- roleplay. He's one of the better daddy doms of the mercs when he's in the mood to actually give it his all.

Mostly, sex is a relief and a slow massage of tension out of him, so the intense stuff is usually once in a blue moon when he's really jealous, angry, or just pent up and needs to blow a load.

Will probably go in for a little bit of swatting on your ass as a playful joke, but if you're also into that be prepared to be tied by your wrists over his lap and spanked as you sob out for mercy.

Medic

He brings up Freud, and you cannot stop him. He asks you a million questions about how you first developed your kink, why does he exude the energy of someone you'd call Daddy, etc. (well, at least you're being open about your kinks before going to bed!)

Is totally fine with you calling him Daddy, hell, he probably gets off on it too!

I'm so sorry but he does hook you up to some medical shit and murmurs how "Daddy's going to take very good care of you." to see how your heartrate spikes.

Spy

Finally some good fucking food

He's canonically a semi-silver fox, so he loves to be called Daddy in the bedroom. To have you so submissive, so eager for him, it makes him feel 20 years younger but also 30 years wiser and more intelligent.

He like the feeling of control that comes with the title. It makes him feel like he doesn't have to be too vulnerable, only domineering and firm with you, albeit with a touch of kindness to keep you invested.

[miupow]

a short pt 2 to my subby bunny jjunie thought 🤍 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪

꒰ 🐇 ꒱ NSFW, MDNI! sub!yj, dom!fem!reader, bunny hybrid yj, mommy kink, oral (m. recieving), whiny yj, begging, talk about unprotected sex, yj refuses to wear a condom lol, breeding kink ꒰ 0.3k ꒱

"Mommy!! I-- unhh, ah-- no!" Yeonjun sobbed, tossing his head from side to side-- your bunny's long fingers gripped your hair and shoulder like a vice, hips bucking wildly up against your face, making it difficult to pull off of his weeping cock. You had to hold his hips down with one hand, sliding Yeonjun out of your throat with a lewd wet sound... the hybird wailed loud and pathetic at the loss.

"No?" you gently stroked up your bunny's red hot length, gave the head a chaste kiss, Yeonjun's hips wild and uncoordinated and failing miserably at fucking up into your fist. Stupid bunny couldn't even fuck himself right. "Sweetie, I thought you said you needed me to help you."

"Not your mouth! No mouth, momma, please!"

"Jjunie, I already told you I'm not letting you fuck me," You gave Yeonjun's cockhead a sweet kitten lick, relishing in the way he twitched under you. "Not without a condom. You're being a brat."

"Don' wanna wear one!" Yeonjun sulked, teary eyed. God, your bunny was so spoiled. "Wanna breed you, fill you up! Hurts so bad, Mommy, wanna give you my babies!"

You reached your hand up to cup Yeonjun's swollen balls, massaged them gently-- and then gave them an unexpected, harsh slap, your hybird shrieking at the feeling, cock bobbing pathetically. "Stop whining, bad boy. You're either getting my hand, my mouth, or nothing at all, you hear me?"

"Yes, Mommy! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I wanna be good! I'll be good!"

"If you don't want my help I won't give it, then..." you mock sigh, feigning sitting up to move away-- you were just torturing him at this point, really, but the absolute power and control you had over him, so whiny and submissive and needing you so so bad... it was addictive, making him beg and cry for more.

"No, nonono--!" Yeonjun cried out, hands still gripping on you pulling you back down with surprising strength. "Suck me! Need to cum-- please, Mommy, down your throat!"

[sanjoongie]

ℓα ɠεɱɱε εƭ ℓ'εאƭαรε

🧁First submission for the Dragon Collab hosted by @flurrys-creativity

🧁Pairing: Crystal Dragon! Hwang Hyungjin x Baker’s Daughter! Reader (f)

🧁Genre: fluff, smut, angsty beginning

🧁Trope: s2l

🧁Au: historical au, medieval au, fantasy au, dragon au, baker au

🧁Rating: 18+, MDNI

🧁Word Count: 3,053

🧁Warnings: chubby reader!, oral (f), fingering(f), nipple play, biting, penetrative sex with no barrier

🧁Summary: for a crystal dragon, who's treasure trove is filled with sharp angles and bright jewels, your soft curves and wet tears appeal in a way he never knew they could.

🧁1- La Gemme at l'extase with Hyunjin {fantasy dragon} | 2- ??? with Heeseung {modern dragon} | 3- ??? with San {sci-fi dragon}

There once was a baker’s daughter, a spoiled girl, who lived in a sleepy village at the foot of a mountain. The baker’s daughter was spoiled because her mother died giving birth to her, so her father sought to keep her happy and fed with all the delicacies he could bake. The baker’s daughter grew up and her body matched the happy life she led. She was plump and happy, and in love with the shepard’s son, Jisung.

Often, they could be found together, eating sweets, on the top of a hill, Jisung’s sheep bleating softly as the sun set. They’d whisper their hopes and dreams to each other. That is where our story begins, with you as the baker’s daughter who was about to give her heart to the shepard’s son.

“I’d like to see what’s over the horizon,” Jisung sighed, hand holding his face up.

Your eyes wandered to his chubby cheeks. You wished you could pinch them. “I’d like to get married.”

You gasped as the words left your mouth, and you knew you had been caught. But Jisung was completely oblivious to your feelings.

Jisung sharply dug a finger into your side. “Maybe if you stopped eating so many of your father's pastries, you'd be married by now.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden attack. Shame washed through your body, and your throat tightened with emotion. “Thank you for your insight, Jisung. I think I'll be going now.”

“Wait, Dumplin!” Jisung began to protest as you walked away but you couldn't stop.

The tears started to fall and you needed to get out of here. Your feet carried you out of your village and up through an old goat path. The walking turned to running. Soon, your breath was ragged and tearing through your throat. You fought between sobs to gasp in some air. When you finally collapsed, you realized you had fled to the caves behind your village, in the mountains.

You sniffled, looking around at your bearings. In your need to get away from Jisung and his cruel words, you had fled deep into the mountain. You weren’t sure you had ever explored this deep into the caves, even as a child.

“Stupid Jisung,” You hiccuped. “I'll become the baker and you'll see.”

Your tears were hot and still streaming down your face and neck. You attempted to wipe it up by dabbing at your cheeks with the sleeve of your dress. Your eyes were still blurry with tears when you saw the first flash of brilliant light.

You gasped when you caught the second one. Suddenly, there were crystals throughout the cave you were sitting in, glowing with their individual colors. You clapped in delight, your heartache temporarily forgotten.

Will you stop crying now?

You looked around wildly, but you couldn't see who was speaking to you amidst the glowing of the cave. You had heard of the myth of a dragon living under the mountain, but no one in a few generations had ever seen this dragon.

“I…” Your throat tightened up again. How could Jisung say those words to you? He was your supposed best friend. “I'm fine.”

You heard a resounding crack and then a soft tinkle. You saw a crystal lying on the ground in front of you.

For you. To keep the tears away

“I…” You wiped your tears away from your cheeks, still sniffling. This odd moment of kindness healed your heart a little. “Thank you,” you whispered.

You picked up the crystal, and it shone, glowing softly. It rippled through lovely colors of blues, purples, and pinks. “I will treasure it.”

As I will treasure this moment together

You let Jisung apologize profusely when you go back to the village, but your mind wasn't on your babbling best friend. You kept replaying the smooth-as-molasses voice in your head. What exactly had gone on in the caves?

As your days carried on, your father complained when you kneaded the bread too much. You started over two more times until he dismissed you from his kitchen. You couldn't focus enough even on the temptation of mixing the frosting in order to taste the test, of course. That's when you knew you had to go back to the cave.

With your hair braided neatly, and pulled under a kerchief, you made your way back to the cave in the mountains. You kept one hand trailing along the caves wall until your eyes adjusted and another in the pocket of your apron, where you had stashed a rolling pin. You couldn't come completely unarmed. You weren't that enamored with the voice…

“Hello?” You called out cautiously.

Your eyes had adjusted, so you took your hand off the wall and clutched the crystal you had been given. It still blinked and shone but at shorter instances with longer wait time in your room. But it seemed, as you put one foot in front of the other, the crystal shone brighter and for longer.

“I don't wish to intrude!” You called out again, head swinging back and forth, in search of the kind soul who gave you the crystal. “I just wish to see who gave me this.”

Your crystal began to shimmer, casting waves of light against the cave walls.

You'll scream

You pressed your lips together and swallowed. “I won't.”

Was it a monster who had given you a moment of gentle kindness? If so, was it truly a monster then?

Don't say I didn't warn you

Your hands flew upwards to cover your mouth as a beautiful rainbow pearl scaled dragon stepped into the cavern.

Its lovely pale blue eyes blinked at you as it lowered its head to view you.

There, now you can brag to your friend about having seen the dragon

With a saucy whip of its tail that sang over your head, it turned around to leave.

“Wait, please!”

You called out, hand wrapping around its tail in an attempt to stop it. You cried out when a tail spine sliced open your palm.

The dragon trumpeted in distress. One moment, its entire body filled your peripherals, and then, with a bright, blinding light, there was a handsome man with sharp light blue eyes and shockingly white hair in front of you.

“Humans are so thoughtless,” the man scoffed.

His quick thinking had him ripping a strip of the silken robe he had on. He grabbed your injured hand and wrapped it around your hand. He finished the makeshift bandage with an impromptu knot, making you wince with the tightness of it.

“I didn't mean to impose on you,” You said in a dejected voice.

What kind of impression could you have made on this dragon shifter? You bawled like a baby in your first encounter and then acted like some stone-brained imbecile the next. Jisung was wrong. It wasn't the pastries that made it so you weren't married; it was just the fact that you were you.

Tears fell unbiddingly onto your injured hand. The dragon-shifter’s eyes widened in surprise and immediately his voice turned sweet and soft.

“Nonono, sweetheart, don't cry.” The man cupped your cheeks, and his thumbs banished your tears. “I'm happy you came, truly. I would be fortunate to have a gem as bright as you in my collection.”

You smiled, your face heating up at the compliment. The shifter mirrored your smile, his eyes almost disappearing with joy. “That's much better. Your smile only brightens up your face.”

“What's your name?” You inquired simply.

“Hyunjin. But to you, please call me handsome.”

You giggled nervously. “I would call you beautiful. In either form.”

Hyunjin's eyes flitted flirtatiously from the ground to your face. “Do you really think so?”

“You're more breathtaking than one hundred crystals,” You said in awe.

Hyunjin giggled merrily to himself. The cave lit up with his glee, causing you to clap your hands.

And that's how your budding romance began with the crystal dragon.

Your father wasn't too keen on Hyunjin. The village had been terrified the dragon was here to steal a bride. Until you met him at the field and brought him to the bakery to taste some strudels, hot out of the oven. Your father quizzed him with questions of honor, loyalty and priorities in life.

Hyunjin answered as any dragon would. His loyalty was to his treasure trove. His priority was to always add to it. And his honor was his treasure; if he swore on it, you knew it to be true.

The only thing that truly melted your father's heart was seeing the dragon dote on his only daughter. Hyunjin spoiled you with gifts from his trove. Soon you acquired square cut emerald earrings, a fiery opal necklace, the size of a goose egg. He could tell that Hyunjin simply wanted to make you happy, and that's when he finally gave his blessing.

Hyunjin spent so much time in your village, visiting you, that when your father finally allowed Hyunjin to officially court you, Hyunjin allowed you further into his cave--into his treasure trove. He watched you with curious eyes as you took in the grand crystal gate that he kept his treasures behind.

“You live here?” You asked, tipping your head back to take in the wall and door that towered over you.

“It’ll be your home too,” Hyunjin offered tentatively.

You pressed your lips together, your emotions getting the better of you. “Hyunjin…”

Hyunjin’s haughty expression melted into a soft one. He tentatively reached out, and when your hand met his, he giggled. His fingers curled into yours, and although the gesture was adorable, you felt electricity shoot through your body.

“I want you to be mine,” Hyunjin whispered.

You swallowed hard, your throat getting tight. “Why?”

Hyunjin’s eyes became fiery, and you took a step back. “I know how you view yourself; how the villagers speak of you. They are fools. Your soft curves are what make you beautiful. They don’t understand how it is to live with sharp edges. You’re a gift, in my eyes.”

Your body heats up at Hyunjin’s words. You feel tears again threatening to escape, but you don’t want to upset Hyunjin, so you dash them away and smile happily at the dragon. “I want to be yours with every bone in my body, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin smiled, and your heart skipped a beat. He pulled a key from under his robe, strung across a chain and around his neck. He pulled it off and offered it to you. “This is your key now.”

“Oh…I’m not sure…” You fumbled over what to say. Having a key to Hyunjin’s treasure trove seemed… forward considering…

Hyunjin grabbed your wrist and poured the chain into your palm, closing your fingers over the key. “Please. It will give me peace of mind that you can come here whenever you want.” Hyunjin’s eyes grew sharp at the reminder of the first time you had come across him. “It’ll stop me from going to the village and snatching you back to my cave.”

Your mind raced with the image of Hyunjin in his beautiful dragon form, his talons carefully wrapped around your middle, soaring above the village, kidnapping you from the world you grew up in. You shook your head to come back to reality. “Thank you.”

Something flipped between you and the crystal dragon after Hyunjin gave you the key to his treasure trove. The first hint of it came when Hyunjin had come to visit you while you were working in your father’s bakery. Your father hadn't been feeling good that day, so you had banished him to his favorite chair by the fire and then went to the bakery yourself to make some bread.

By the time Hyunjin had found you, you were in a loose dress, apron and hands covered in flour. Your hair had long given up to the heat of the kitchen and you had sweated enough to perspire through your entire dress.

When you spotted Hyunjin, his jaw was on the floor. You patted your hair with your flour-covered hands. “I probably look a mess, I’m sorry.”

Hyunjin launched himself over the table you had been preparing the bread on and swept you up in his arms. Your body was pressed against his and you felt your face heat up. “Hyunjin?!” You squeaked.

“You look delectable,” Hyunjin said lowly.

Hyunjin caught his tongue between his teeth, and you moaned, eyes zoning into his pretty pink lips. He smoothed his hand over your hair so that he could lean in to speak into your ear. “I can see your nipples through your dress, sweetheart.”

“Oh sourdough,” You cursed.

Hyunjin attempted to hold in his laughter but it came out like a snicker. “Let me give you more reason to sweat?”

You pulled back, bewildered, to look into Hyunjin’s eyes. “But Hyunjin! We aren’t--”

“Dragons mate for life. We don’t do that before being with each other carnally.”

You swallowed as Hyunjin traced the shell of your ear with his tongue. “In the kitchen? What about the bread?”

Hyunjin licked his lips. “I’ve got you sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Hyunjin put you up on the table, in order to push your legs apart and kiss up your thighs. You gasped and moaned as he nipped and sucked and licked along the flesh. He squeezed and griped your thick thighs, moaning himself. “You’re so soft.”

“Isn’t it…”

Whatever self-depreciating comment was about to come out of your mouth was gone because Hyunjin chose that moment to softly kiss your labia. His lips touching the sensitive flesh there made you shiver.

“I’m going to eat you up, sweetheart,” he groaned before plunging his tongue into your pussy.

Your hands dove into his hair, yanking on it harshly. You whined his name, bucking your hips into his thrusting tongue. The messy noises that were coming from between your legs brought even more heat to your neck and chest, embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

“Feeeeels soooo goooood,” you groaned. You tossed your head back in pleasure of the moment, being loved and desired.

Hyunjin began to make noises, as if he was eating the most delicious chocolate cake. “Hyunjin, you can’t sound like--oh god, what are you doing now?”

The dragon had started to slowly suck on your clit, light eyes directly on you. He sucked and sucked until you came for him, breathy moans for his name only. When he came up for air, his face was smeared with your wetness.

“That was only the beginning,” Hyunjin promised, a smile on his face that made your heart skip a beat.

“I think you’re going to get me in a lot of trouble, sir,” you whispered.

“Need to mark you,” Hyunjin breathed out. He stood up and wriggled his hips between your legs. He pushed two fingers into your gushing hole and ate your cries as he stretched you. He curled his fingers inside of you just as his teeth settled on the nape of your neck, biting down on the skin there.

Next he pulled his pants down past his ass, and wrapped his hand around his curved, long cock. “I need to fill you up,” Hyunjin growled.

Your hole was aching, and something inside of you knew that Hyunjin would complete you. “Make me yours, Hyunjin.”

You brought the head of his cock to brush against your entrance. Hyunjin simply rolled his hips and then he was filling you out more than his two fingers had been able to. Your gasps and groans intermingled with the crackling of the fire from your wood stove. In no time at all, Hyunjin had the neck of your dress pulled down so that he could suck on your nipples. He played the tip of his tongue against your stiff peaks, unsatisfied until he was sucking and fucking you.

“Oh god, you’re sucking me in,” Hyunjin gasped. “I don’t know… I’ve got to spill inside of you, sweetheart. Take my love.”

Within moments, the two of you were tipping over the edge. Your cries, deep and high, folded into each other. You felt teeth on your nipple but it just mixed in with the climax you were coming down from. Hyunjin kissed up your chest, along your neck, and then captured your lips. “You were amazing,” He said breathlessly.

“Hyunjin?” You gasped as he continued to stir inside of you.

“Yeah?” The dragon grinned, running a hand through his messy hair from where you had tugged it.

“I think I love you,” You laughed.

Hyunjin’s eyes grew wide, and then his face split with a happy smile, his eyes getting lost in his happiness. “I love you more, sweetheart.”

Your marriage wasn’t far after that. Hyunjin had to have you in every way. He could barely stand letting you sleep in your father’s house any longer. He was sure someone else was going to steal you away, always ready to glare a warning at Jisung.

Although your marriage was a joyous occasion, you still shed tears for the life you let go. You let go of your dreams of being with Jisung. You cried for leaving your first half of your life behind living with your father as a happy child. You cried for the most important moment of your life happening without your mother. You cried for your old sad self who didn’t believe in her own beauty.

Hyunjin didn’t let any of those tears hit the ground, however. His fingers brushed them away and then he played with the first crystal he had gifted you with that hung around your neck still. “I don’t want to see you cry ever again. I’ll do everything in my power to always make you happy. You’re the greatest gem I have in my treasure trove, after all.”

You giggled at Hyunjin being overly corny. You smushed some frosting onto his gorgeous face, the cake your father made for your wedding; the most delicious thing you had ever had the pleasure of eating. “And you’re better than any sweet pastry I’ve ever made.”

Hyunjin glowed brighter than any of his crystals at the compliment. And you promised yourself that you could only hope to make him this happy every day of your lives.

1- La Gemme at l'extase with Hyunjin {fantasy dragon} | 2- ??? with Heeseung {modern dragon} | 3- ??? with San {sci-fi dragon}

[tired-biscuit]

in your sleep, my yearning awakens

18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepbrother!bakugou, dark content // cw: noncon, somnophilia, stepcest, alcohol.

wc: 2.5k+

↳ this is a repost from my sideblog because i realized i'm far too lazy to run two blogs at the same time and it just makes me super stressed. i'm going to be posting dark content on my main from now on. so this is a heads up of sorts!!

this piece is also my (very late) submission for @killsaki's family ties collab.

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you make the mistake of wearing a silky little nightgown to bed on a particularly hot summer night, and end up being found by your very drunk, very inconsiderate stepbrother bakugou.

when he returns home from the bar, he finds you soundly asleep in his bed; with the covers kicked off and with your cheek buried in the pillow that smells almost overbearingly sweet, just like him.

your body is nearly naked, it makes his gaze linger on places an older brother’s eyes should never. but alas, even if he did try to get a grip on himself and not stare at his little stepsister like a wolf stares at potential prey, bakugou is shit-faced to the gods and is sort of getting horny because of it, too.

there’s an intoxicating warmth travelling through his veins, a certain one that tints his cheeks a light pink, makes his eyelids heavy and that’s outright impeccable when it comes to blurring the already thin line of what’s wrong and what’s right.

but can merely looking even be considered as the wrong thing? after all, it’s not like he’s touching you or anything. it’s not like he’s exactly violating your privacy, when you were the one who had slipped into his room in the first place and had clambered into his bed. it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong.

he’s just looking. yeah.

and how can he possibly resist from doing so? it’s late, your parents are soundly asleep, and you just look so goddamn cute while laying on your stomach like that; with the strap of your nightgown sliding down your shoulder and exposing more of your tit, with your ass peering out from underneath the hem that’s now practically risen up to your waist, and with the outline of your plump little pussy visible in your pale pink panties. you just look so innocent. so unsuspecting.

so vulnerable.

so he says fuck it. he continues to leer.

and the wolf continues to circle.

however, as minutes pass with your calm breathing filling the silence the entire time, bakugou finds himself feeling somewhat unsatisfied while standing next to the door, holding his worsening balance by leaning against the doorframe.

sure, the rhythmic way your shoulders rise and fall with every inhale and exhale is entertaining to watch. and the way you occasionally sigh and rub your thighs together before burrowing your cheek even deeper into the pillow, his pillow, does succeed at melting his heart, even if he swears up and down that his is made of stone. hell, he’s a clean freak, but even the thin trail of gleaming saliva that now dribbles past the corner of your mouth and soaks the bedding in a little puddle of spit is kind of adorable.

but it’s not nearly enough.

because bakugou, well, he wants to actually feel the rise and fall of your shoulders kiss the tips of his fingers as he hovers his hand merely an inch above your spine and holds it there. he wants to experience the warmth and softness of your plush thighs as they contrast the callouses and roughness of his palm when he slips it between your legs and explores the space there for a little bit.

he wants his cock to be the reason as to why you’re pushing your cheek into the pillow; trying so desperately to quiet down your whiny little sobs that he’d pull out of you with ever push and pull. he wants to make you drool from how fucked out you’d become as he at long last has his way with you, and not because you’re sleeping, probably dreaming about something as silly as soft marshmallows and vibrant rainbows.

he just wants, and wants, and wants. he wants the bad things that would make him feel good. over the years, he has always been holding back, has always been in search of a good enough reason not to do it, has always acted ignorant towards all that gushing that you tend to do over ‘your big ol’ brother’, with those stupidly big heart eyes that he just can’t stop thinking about the moment his head lands on the pillow and his gaze glues itself to the ceiling.

and now is his chance to not just want, but also to have. it’s the optimal setting for it, actually.

all there’s left to do, is to act.

so he closes the door shut with a soft click. locks it. walks those couple of steps that take him to close the distance between you. he sinks one knee into the mattress, then the other, until he’s so close to your sleeping form that he can smell the faintest whiff of your fruity shower gel.

“fuck me,” he breathes silently, jaw locking shut because of the nerves. “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“keep going,” his inner voice says. the one that actually manages to persuade when he’s under the influence. “she’s right there.”

so he takes a good look at you, then. how your eyelashes flutter with sleep and how the bridge of your nose scrunches because of your dreams. he listens to your steady breathing that’s far from panicked — for now, that is. how you softly murmur pure gibberish from time to time. it’s all so sweet.

just like you must be. oh, if he could just get a taste… a single lick…

bakugou has never considered himself to be a pussy, but nearly fiften minutes pass before he at long last stops stalling and grows the balls to seal his fate once and for all. but brave or not, cold sweat still washes over him as he raises his arm and drags his palm between your shoulder blades; fingers as light as a feather as they follow the length of your spine over the silk.

goddammit, he thinks. i’m actually gonna follow through with this fuckin’ shit, huh?

if he were sober, he’d never; he’s well aware of that. despite the anger issues and the short fuse that lead to impulsive decisions, bakugou katsuki has always been in complete control of his actions, surroundings, desires, wishes, yearning, body, spirit, mind, even his goddamn soul. he’s been in control of everything.

but the leash is not so tight anymore, when liquor comes into play, now is it? no, instead it causes the rope to dangle rather loosely around his neck as he sits next to his poor, naive little sister whilst she sleeps in his bed, looking as cute as a button despite the slutty nightgown. it sets him free to devour her whole.

you twitch at the sudden contact he initiates and unconsciously readjust into a more comfortable position. staring with wide eyes and even wider pupils, katsuki doesn’t miss the way your hips wiggle with the movement. the way your toes curl before relaxing once more.

so… cute.

he waits for you to settle again, almost forgetting to breathe as the long seconds pass one after the other. his heart is beating so fast the entire time. it makes him feel nauseous with adrenaline as it pounds inside his wide ribcage. even his throat has turned scratchy and dry.

he’s never felt this nervous, not even while out there, on the field.

when you finally stop squirming around, it takes him a long moment to dare to reach out again. but he does, of course he does. you’re just too inviting to resist. and this time, he’s even courageous enough to let his rough fingers travel up your leg instead.

he starts at the ankle, goes up to your calf, the back of your knee, your thigh. until he’s just an inch below the apex of your plush thighs, where that sweet little cunt of yours is hiding away from him.

the particular spot is so warm. bakugou sharply inhales through his nose and exhales through lips that can’t help but slightly quiver as he curls one finger and watches your eyebrows knit together. you’re still asleep, even as he starts to carefully stroke you down there, dragging a single knuckle up and down your clothed pussy, drawing out the slit.

your breathing pattern changes as he continues with his immoral ministrations. up and down, up and down, up and down. by the time he circles your clit and nudges between your lips to add the slightest amount of pressure to it, you start to pant and push your ass higher into the air in response.

there’s a smile forcing itself onto bakugou’s face, now.

you want it.

and sure, while you might not have exactly said that you want it out loud, the way your body reacts to him still speaks for itself.

after all, you’re already getting so wet that your cutesy little panties are turning damp and sticky with arousal. gently prodding at your hole now while massaging your clit through the thin cotton with the help of his thumb, katsuki briefly wonders if anyone has ever touched you like this before. that, or maybe your cunt is fucking drooling simply because it’s the first time it’s experiencing a stimulation from a hand that isn’t your own.

yes, he knows that you’ve touched yourself before. he’s heard a little moan and a certain kind of buzzing through the paper thin wall once or twice since his mom had married your dad and had forced you all to live together as a ‘family’, even if the term is complete and utter bullshit from his point of view. but not because he was listening in or anything. definitely not.

but never mind that. this whole situation is so perfect; you’re just so perfect. his cock is hard at the sight and the feel of you, even if he can’t feel his feet quite right from how much he’s drank. it’s stubbornly pressing against the zipper of his jeans, getting bigger with the rush of blood that’s being pumped into it, wanting out so bad. pre-cum is literally leaking out the tip.

maybe he could pull it out just for a quick second to give it a stroke or two; just to ease the pressure that is making his skin feel way too tight. or perhaps he could carefully take your hand and wrap your dainty little fingers around the girth… pretend that you did it by your own free will as he fucks your fist and…

“mmh… katsuki?”

however, as perfect as everything is, the illusion comes crashing down from the way you’re kind of messing it up, now. groaning in sleepy puzzlement and trying to push him away as you start to wake at the sudden touches to land upon the lower half of your body, you’re ruining his moment by refusing him on instinct.

he tries not to take offense by it. but it still hurts as he pulls his hand away before you can notice.

“what,” he says.

“hey,” you mumble, slumber turning your tongue all too heavy inside your mouth. you just look so dazed, and he catches himself wanting to slap the stupid expression right off of your pretty face all of a sudden. i mean, how dare you ruin this for him?

“what’s going on…?” you ask.

“shh. keep quiet, kid. nothing’s goin’ on,” he drawls as a displeased frown forms at the sight of your sleep-riddled eyes connecting with his own. he thought that he’d have more time to at least pull your panties to the side and actually see your cunt, but now that you’re conscious, he has to act his role of the responsible big brother yet again.

what a fucking bummer.

“you just fell asleep in my bed,” he dully explains. “relax.”

“oh,” you say, and from the way how you avert your eyes away from him now, he can tell that you’re embarrassed. “i must have dozed off. i guess.”

the truth is that you missed him. but it’s not like you’ll ever admit it.

he just stares at you, cleverly hiding both his boner and disappointment as you jut your bottom lip out and sit up, still avoiding eye contact. he can tell that you’re hot and bothered, even more so that you’re confused by the reason as to why. the way there’s heat lazily swirling in your belly and how your panties must be clinging to your pussy right now has surely got to be infuriating.

god, if he could just—

“sorry, i’ll, uh—” realization of your disheveled appearance settles within you, and you rush to fix the strap and the hem of your nightgown until you’re at least partially decent once more. rubbing your neck sheepishly, you finish what you were going to say with a tight little chuckle, “i’ll be going back to my room, now.”

“not so fast,” he says, and now his hand presses against your chest without a second — rational — thought. before you can even utter a word of protest, he’s pushing you right back onto the mattress. it’s quite forceful, really. but he’s always been a tough guy like that, you suppose.

he manhandles you into the spooning position and his arm is almost uncomfortably heavy as he drapes it around your middle the moment and pulls you close and locks you in. the sigh that leaves his lips is warm and smells like booze as it tickles the top of your cheek. your limbs intertwine, but he makes sure that his hips are nowhere near yours; at least not until his dick settles the fuck down.

“katsuki?” you repeat in a whisper, growing confusion lacing your already unsure tone for a second time. he’s usually never this clingy, but to be fair, he’s usually never this drunk either.

“you can stay, or whatever,” he murmurs in reply, his voice gruff but soft at the same time. he’s so close that his face is literally hiding in the crook of your neck. it only causes the heat in the pit of your stomach to worsen. especially as he whispers into your skin, “just stop actin’ so fuckin’ weird already and do that thing i like, yeah?”

you blink. stiffen. “what thing?”

“with the hair.”

“oh... yeah, all right.” you pause as relief washes over you. you don’t know what you’ve been expecting, but his request resonates well with you. “but i thought that you didn’t like it when i touched your hair?”

bakugou grins. it’s more feral and predatory than it is friendly, but it’s too dark for you to notice, and besides, you’re not facing him anyway.

he ignores your question, and instead replies with a simple, “attagirl. get to it, then.”

you try to ignore how the praise makes you feel and instead just do what he demands of you.

as your fingers start to comb through his ash blonde hair in calming, obedient strokes; katsuki realizes he’s safe. having slept through the entire thing, you don’t have a single clue of what just happened. of what he did. of what line he’d crossed.

and maybe, just maybe if he’s lucky enough, you’ll remain clueless even as he has a bit more fun with you the moment you fall asleep again.

for the night is still long, and its shadows bring so many opportunities to light.

[callmemonster68]

SUNOO - My Sweet Little Perverted Fox ( smut )

Where Sunoo uses a butt plug and fox ears and is very mean to his prey

Pairing: Sunoo X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, cat costume, anal plug, costume, mistress-animal

Note: I'm recently starting to write, and English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes and hope to improve my writing. Feedback is always welcome!

Sunoo had always been seductive and full of charm, but that night, he decided to take the game to an entirely new level. Inspired by Y/N's fantasy of exploring provocative roles, he entered the room with disarming confidence. A fox tail attached to an anal plug and pointed ears completed his look, and his gaze exuded a blend of absolute control and burning desire.

Sunoo: “So, little prey,” he began, his voice husky and firm. “Are you ready to run… or will you surrender to me right now?”

The impact of his words left her speechless, but before she could react, he approached slowly, each step brimming with intent. Sunoo trailed a finger lightly across her lips, tilting his head as though analyzing his prey.

Sunoo: “Shh… No need to answer,” he whispered, a mischievous smile spreading. “Tonight, you’ll do exactly as I want. Foxes love to play before they strike.”

He circled her with the precision of a hunter and began touching her body, his light caresses keeping her in a constant state of tension and desire. With calculated movements, he undressed her, teasing her breasts and clit deliberately, testing her limits as he asserted control over the situation.

He retrieved ropes he'd hidden in the room earlier, binding her hands and feet, and used her own panties as a gag. He threw her onto the bed without much care. Her startled gaze followed him as he grabbed a bag from behind the door, pulling out a vibrator, a silver claw-like accessory, and a whip.

Sunoo: “Let’s see how much my little snack can endure before you start sobbing and begging.” (followed by a devilish laugh)

Climbing onto the bed, he settled between her legs. Turning on the vibrator, he held it against her clit while lowering his lips to her neck, biting and sucking down its length, leaving visible marks. He continued down to her bare breasts, playing with her hardened nipple while scratching her belly and hips with the claws—just enough to lightly break the surface of her skin. The sensations drove her into increasing desperation.

Every gesture, from his firm touch to the tone of his voice, was designed to keep her entirely in his grasp, both of them immersed in a game where her submission was met with his absolute dominance.

Sunoo: “You’re so easy to tease,” he remarked, his voice laced with amusement. “But don’t worry, I’m a generous fox… as long as you deserve it.”

Sunoo watched Y/N’s body writhe under his provocations, each touch drawing waves of deliciously controlled pleasure and agony. He increased the vibrator’s intensity momentarily, only to turn it off abruptly, pulling a frustrated moan from her lips.

Sunoo: “So impatient, my prey? Playing with you is the best part of my feast.”

He dragged the claws down her sides again, the sound of metal softly scraping her skin mingling with Y/N’s ragged breaths. His dominance filled the room, making each second heavier with anticipation.

Without warning, he grasped her chin firmly, forcing her to look directly at him. His eyes gleamed intensely, blending lust with a hint of cruelty.

Sunoo: “Do you know what I like, little one? Seeing exactly how far you can go. But remember, you can always use that magic word… if you can manage to speak through that gag.” He chuckled softly, touching the tip of her nose with a finger—a nearly gentle irony contrasting with the strength of his control.

Returning to the bag, he pulled out a candle of hot wax and an ice cube. Smirking as her eyes widened, he traced the ice along her collarbone, slowly descending between her breasts, leaving a cold trail that made her skin shiver. Once the ice melted, he tilted the candle, letting a small drop of hot wax fall onto her stomach.

Sunoo: “Cold and heat… pain and pleasure. The perfect dance. Let’s see which one makes you beg faster.”

The alternating sensations of the hot wax and the icy chill kept Y/N completely vulnerable, while Sunoo continued to explore her every reaction with fascination.

Finally, he leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear as his voice dropped to a low, rough whisper.

Sunoo: “Now, my sweet prey… Do you still think you can escape, or are you going to beg me to continue?”

His wicked smile was the last thing Y/N saw before closing her eyes, surrendering completely to the game he commanded.

Sunoo observed her closely, studying every contortion of her body, every muffled moan through the gag. He trailed the metallic claws along her thighs, scratching lightly, leaving faint red lines. When he reached her inner thighs, he pressed harder, eliciting a mix of a gasp and a moan.

Sunoo: “You’re so sensitive here, my prey. Are you asking for more without even saying a word?”

He discarded the candle and grabbed the whip, letting it slide over her skin, testing its texture against her bound body. With precision, he delivered the first strike to her thigh, the crack echoing in the room, accompanied by a muffled cry of surprise.

Sunoo: “Ah, there it is… That’s what I want to hear.”

He alternated between the whip and the claws—first, a sharp strike to her thigh or stomach, followed by the gentle touch of the claws to soothe and tease. Sunoo was meticulous, constantly attuned to her reactions, adjusting his strength and rhythm as she responded.

Finally, after pushing her to a state of complete submission, he positioned himself between her legs, brushing his fingers against her entrance, feeling how ready she was for him.

Sunoo: “Now comes the best part, little one… Let me show you what a fox truly does when it hunts.”

He entered her slowly at first, savoring every inch as he watched her closely. One hand gripped her hip, holding her firmly in place, while the other, still adorned with the claws, traced her spine, alternating between gentle strokes and firmer scratches.

As his rhythm intensified, he picked up the whip again, delivering light strikes synchronized with his thrusts, each sending waves of pain and pleasure that made Y/N arch her body into him.

Biting her shoulder once more, leaving another mark, he whispered:

Sunoo: “So perfect like this, my prey. So mine… there’s nowhere to run.”

He maintained an unrelenting pace, keeping her in a constant state of ecstasy until they both reached their climax, their bodies in perfect harmony.

Slowing down, his touches became softer, the claws now tracing delicate patterns on her skin. Sunoo carefully removed the gag, kissing her passionately before whispering in her ear:

Sunoo: “You passed the test… but who said the game is over?”

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