#also ur Nibbly is precious

[starlighthome74]

{The bed, with a big fluffy comforter and flannel sheets, is soft and comfortable. Kik smiles as he makes himself comfortable. They don't mind the company, and Nibbly seems to at least find them alright enough to hang with. His comment makes their smile turn slightly nervous.}

Right. I apologize for the spell. Uh-- its a protective, but not against you or your brothers, my Lord.

{Kik looks down at their fuzzy pink socks, their nose crinkles a little.}

My father and I don't get along.

{The Wright household is quiet, much like a library. Edwin Wright ran his house like a tight ship, and everything was spotless, sterile, fresh. The only obstruction to this was Katherine, whose room was full of colorful tapestries and posters and *very* loud.}

{Currently, Kik was listening to music in their room-- something rock with drums and a good bass line-- sitting at their desk and copying a manuscript into a journal for their father: The Black Book, the same book they had used to summon their Lords.}

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Nibbly is the only one walking by the Wright house, very cautiously without aid from his brothers or tools, when he senses the Black Book’s presence. He glances around, though finds himself far enough from Miss Retro’s to where the call couldn’t be coming from there. He finally locates the house where the Book is and decides that he has nothing better to do. With that in mind, he walks around the property to find ways inside.

[inkdrinkerworld]

HI!!! I LOVEEE your work and how you write Remus! If ur still taking requests, I was wondering if you could write something like reader tell remus about her bad experience with her ex and that’s why she’s not very touchy and kinda freaks out when he kisses her?

allusion to a past relationship that was unkind and a partner who did not respect your boundaries, but no graphic mention of it

You love physical contact. You love the feeling of someone holding you, kissing you and just being next to you.

Or at least you used to love it. When it had still been gentle and full of affection.

Remus' touch reminds you of how much affection can be conveyed in just the simplest of touches. Still, no matter how gentle and how much warning Remus gives you, sometimes it's unstoppable the way you tense against his skin.

You don't know why today it seems harder than usual to accept the gentleness and the openness of his touch, but you can't seem to get it together.

Remus feels it finally when he presses a kiss to your thigh as he makes to lay between your legs and he pauses, suddenly insecure.

"Have I done something wrong dove?" you shake your head, nibbling on your lip as you try to figure out how to tell him.

"Not you, Rem."

He frowns. "But something is wrong?"

You sigh, not liking that you're making your boyfriend worried, but also worried how your admission will make him feel. It's not like it's Remus' fault some men are rough and like to take advantage of others.

"You know how sometimes you block things out and they don't bother you till they suddenly appear a few years later?" Remus nods, sitting near your legs but not touching you. His hands sit idly in his lap and you can tell they're itching to at least hold your ankle.

"Sometimes, you'll kiss me or be so gentle and touch me like I'm made of glass that I remember not everyone has touched me like that and I get sucked back to that time."

Remus coos, "I'm sorry people have treated you less than you deserve, dove." It bothers Remus immensely that anyone thought they'd had a right to you and made you feel like you'd not had the authority to tell them no.

You shrug, it doesn't bother you anymore. Like you said, you forget about those days most times.

"Should I ask before I touch you? Would that make it easier?" You shake your head, tentative as you climb into Remus' lap- like a fawn learning to walk for the first time.

Remus keeps his hands to himself till you're fully seated and even then he waits for you to rest them on the dip in your waist. "I like it when you touch me, Remus. You remind me that not everyone is rough and mean."

He presses his forehead into yours, hazel eyes shining with love and adoration as he looks at you. "I'll always touch you gently lovely girl, you're the most precious thing to me."

You smile, flustering even more when his hands sneak up the back of your shirt. "More precious than your chocolate and books?"

Remus kisses you for an answer, lips tasting a bit like his special dark chocolate and salted caramel bar. "More than anything this world has to offer."

[goosita]

Ahhhh Thank u so much for writing my request ab Billy dealing w stress!!!! U made my night I fr was kicking my hair and giggling like there was no tomorrow. U & ur writing are everything and more fr <333

Another idea just occurred to me…what would Billy like you to wear? Take this as you will, but I can see him losing his mind over off the shoulder frilly things…maybe….

clawing at the carpet and biting the drywall tbh bc he so would like lace and ruffles make this man fall to his knees !!

i think there’s really two ways this could go. billy has moods, yk?

on the one hand, he thinks you look beautiful in anything you put on. but he has a particular fondness for the days when you meet him out in the meadow, blouse tucked into a well-fitted pair of pants and your riding boots. it means he gets to haul you up onto his horse without the fear of muddying or accidentally tearing any of your pretty skirts or dresses.

he also likes it because he can tell you’re so comfortable in it. the way you move, the way you’re so much less careful. billy can get you seated nice and comfy, your back to his chest and his arms around you as you ride through the tall grass or weave through trees in the woods. he likes the way this particular type of outfit makes you less self-conscious, and makes you feel more free to have fun with him…❤️

on the other hand, this darling man will lose his ever lovin’ mind if you appear before him in soft laces and frills. you’re already always so soft compared to him, when you sit perched on his bed in a little lacy nightgown that barely brushes the tops of your thighs; one that only just falls over your hips. billy is at your mercy and you both know it. his eyes wouldn’t know where to look first, to your shoulders where the delicate ruffles slip down? to your chest, framed so beautifully by the dainty fabric? or to your legs, so neatly folded atop his blankets?

he’d be on you in an instant, laying you back and crowding into your space. billy is a rough man— but not with you. not with his precious angel. his lips are already skimming your throat by the time your head is cushioned by his pillow, his hips slotting between your eagerly spread thighs.

“jesus christ, sweetheart. you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes, almost purring against your skin. his teeth nibble at your skin and it makes you giggle; his favorite sound in the world. you can feel his smile before you see it, when he lifts his head and gazes down at you with the most charming and boyish grin. he adores you, and tells you as much before he’s dipping his head back down to smother you in slick, eager kisses that make your head spin.

billy takes his time working you up, littering your body with lovebites and feeling the way you writhe beneath him. it’s not long before he has you gasping his name, pulling at his hair and begging him for things that used to make you blush, things that you used to be too shy to say in front of him. you aren’t shy anymore, though. you know billy will always give you anything you ask for.

your hands reach down to pull your little nightie off, and he growls softly, catching your wrists in his hands and pinning them above your head.

“leave it on, baby. please? for me?���

yeah. yeah, he likes you in anything, but soft frills may be his favorite.

[spnandtvdudeservedbetter]

Elijah Mikaelson NSFW

if you’re under 18 DNI. It is your knowledgable decision to read things meant for an adult audience; you have been warned

 Author’s Note: this is basically sex with Elijah but in the form of headcanon/ with mini imagines throughout; wrote this on valentines day; how fitting lmao.

Reblog if ur awesome lol

Shall we begin???

- he loves to choke you like he knows the sight of his hands alone can make a woman melt 

- eye contact all the eye contact even with the most difficult sex positions he’ll flip you over just to see your eyes as he brings you over the edge. 

     - speaking of edges, Elijah likes to edge you whenever you disobey him, whether it’s because he’s feeling possessive because you jokingly flirted with his brothers or because you put yourself in a dangerous situation.

He’ll bind you to the bed, strap a vibrator to your inner leg ensuring your most sensitive place will be overstimulated. Of course,the vibe is remote controlled so he’ll sit there stroking himself as you cry and moan for him; only for him to turn the vibrator off each time you get too close. “Aww is my baby crying for me? How precious, you’re so beautiful like that; doll.”

- mans loves tits, you can’t tell me otherwise. He’ll bite suck and nibble on yours while fingering you passionately. 

- mans has a daddy/sir kink, I’d truly be surprised if he didn’t. The first time you uttered the words “daddy/ Sir please fuck me.” Mid edging session he basically ripped the vibrator off of you and tugged you on top of him, thrusting into your body so hard you had to clutch into his shoulders to not fly off. 

- praise kink so much praise kink, he LOVES it when you tell him how good he is at fucking you, how amazing he makes you feel.

- AND His words alone could make you come like a million times over. He’ll be fucking you so good and be complimenting and praising you like y’all are just hanging out talking.

THIS MANS VOICE IS SO GODDAMN SEXY MY GOD 

- but he’s also so good at being slow and gentle; like mans will hit spots deeper than you thought possible whilst lazily rubbing circles on your clit, god the thought of this plus some light choking and him saying “you’re doing so good for me baby, so fucking good.”

LAWDDD 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

- And if he’s not penetrating you, he loves to have you on his face, sitting all pretty whining for his devilish tongue to make you come so hard you see the stars. He’ll purposefully moan and hum just to bring you over the edge again and again. 

- he also loves to see your mouth wrapped around him,  the sound of you sucking, gagging on his length makes his legs go weak. And you love his moans and whimpers as you let him mouthfuck you,, you can do nothing other than relax your throat and let him have his way.

- He loves the way your eyes look up at him so innocently devoted to his pleasure; “ you're such a good little whore aren’t you baby? Just can’t get enough of this cock can you?” he’ll growl. 

[brittscafe]

HIIII HELLO HOW ARE YOU?? I LOVE UR WORK SKNEKDKD BLEACH FF'S ARW RARE SO THANK U FOR UR SERVICE 🧎

I wanted to request some delicious, mouth watering, nail scratching Jugram smut. FULL ON ROUGH, DEGRADING AND ALL THAT. I'm in love with this man it's unhealthy 🤞😍 ALSO VOICE KINK, CUZ HE HAS SUCH A HOT VOICE OMG?!?! Sprinkle some 'you're enjoying this so much, aren't you?' SBWISJSINIW HIHIHI :twirls my hair:

Can I be ❄ anon plssss

THANK UUU <33

OMGG HIIII!!!! I'm good, thanks for asking! I love Jugram soooo much, it's not even funny 😭 and ofc you can be ❄ anon! <3

"Are your eyes covered, Jugram?!" you call out from the bathroom, dressed in your lacy, silky lingerie set that you had just bought.

"Yes, I promise, my love," he replies, sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed. He's only wearing his boxers, his muscular chest glistening in the lighting, patiently waiting for you.

You poke your head out of the bathroom and see Jugram doing exactly what you asked.

A smile tugs on your face and you walk out from the bathroom. You stand in between Jugram's legs, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Ready?" you ask, biting on your bottom lip. Jugram smiles, letting out a tiny huff and nodding his head. You tap his shoulde twice, indicating that he can open his eyes.

Jugram's eyelids slowly flutter open, eyes gluing onto your body. The way your lingerie hugs your curves, ass, and breasts make Jugram's mouth water.

"You're beautiful, my love," Jugram comments, his voice deep and lingering in your mind

His cock grows hard inside of his boxers and he inhales sharply. He grabs onto your hips and pulls you on top of him, falling back onto the bed.

You giggle as you land on top of him, straddling his lap. He grabs onto your jaw and pulls your face towards him, locking his lips with yours.

His warm tongue slides into your mouth and you moan, closing your eyes. His hand slides down to your underwear and he starts to rub your clothed clit.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss, flipping you over onto your back so that he's on top of you.

"Gonna be good for me?" Jugram dips his head down next to your ear, whispering and you nod your head, holding back a whimper.

His voice is so hot, especially when he's whispering in your ear. You can feel his breath on your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe. You arch your back, pressing yourself into him.

Jugram hums with content, wasting no time in getting rid of the pretty lingerie you had on. It's now thrown across the room.

"Go ahead and get on your knees for me," Jugram demands, sitting back and giving you enough room.

You obey, getting on all fours and arching your back. Your bare ass is up in the air and Jugram discards of his boxers, his hard cock springing out, the tip red and raging.

Jugram postions himself behind you, on his knees with his hands on your hips.

"This pretty pussy is all mine," Jugram growls out, hand slapping your bare pussy and you whimper. He leaves his hand there, rubbing it against your folds for a minute before pulling away.

His hand slaps your ass and squeezes the fat flesh. You press your ass back into Jugram's body. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your ass and he lets out a tiny chuckle.

"So pathetic and needy for me, my little slut," Jugram spits out, reaching down and stroking his cock. He spreads the pre-cum out along his length before lining it up with your entrance.

You cry out as Jugram fully shoves his cock inside of your hole fully, no warning.

"J-Jugram!" you whine out, your pussy stretching out in a painful, pleasing way.

"You're enjoying so much, aren't you?" Jugram chimes out, thrusting his hips against your ass. He drives his cock deep inside of you, hitting your precious bundle of nerves.

You grip onto the sheets and respond with a filthy moan, your back arching even more.

Jugram pounds into you from behind, balls slapping against your bare ass. Gasps, moans, and whimpers leaving your mouth as he drags his thick, veiny cock along the walls of your cunt.

Your pussy sucks him in and he clenches his jaw, trying to hold himself together. Thick cock sliding against your g-spot each time he pulls his hips back and snaps into you.

"Oh my god, Jugram. Please, slow down," you beg him, clenching around him.

"Shut up and take it," Jugram groans out, feeling your walls hug around his cock and squeeze it. He grabs onto your head and pushes it down into the pillow.

Your body folds as Jugram presses his chest down on your back, panting heavily. Your shaking and whimpering underneath him, ready to come undone.

"Jugram, please!" you moan out. A white ring of cum forms around the base of Jugram's cock as lewd sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill the room.

"Gonna cum for me, you slut?" Jugram asks through gritted teeth and you bob your head.

"Yes," your voice is muffled by the pillow. He feels your pussy flutter and your cum gushes out onto his cock. Jugram's eyes roll into the back of his head as he continues to pound into you from behind.

Driving his cock deep inside of you, the head hitting that gummy spot inside of you makes the knot in your stomach break. You moan loudly as your cum gushes out, painting Jugram's cock.

The action of you just cumming on his cock makes him to want to come undone as well.

He runs his hand down your spine to your head and grabs onto your hair, tugging on it. You whimper from his action as he hips drives into your ass.

Jugram drops his head, eyes squeezing shut and he groans loudly. He grits his teeth, his cock twitching inside of you and releasing thick, hot ropes of cum inside of you.

His cum paints the inside of your walls and start to ooze out from your stuffed hole. His weight presses you down into the bed and he collapses on top of you, panting heavily into your ear.

Jugram props one arm up, making sure not to crush you. "My good little slut," Jugram whispers into your ear, hand grazing over the side of your stomach.

His lingering touch and voice dripping with lust makes you squeeze your thighs together.

[pumpkinbxtch]

SOME OF DAY DREAMING ask :3

sooo I saw ur event and KNEW I had to send a lil sum sum in!! I luv ur writing style babes (gender neutral nickname🎀) it’s soo descriptive and it paints a picture!

I was hoping for a small blurb or frank x fem!hades! reader? :3 no one writes for him he’s sooo underated

no rush to write ofc!! have a great day/night :3 <3

Hi! I'm very happy to see you here! I am so moved by what you think about my writing. It is something very special for me, thank you. 🥹

And of course, Frank is one of my favorites, it's just that sometimes I can't think of a story that can do him justice, so I also appreciate you asking for him. So, of course.

✧⁠*⁠。SOME OF DAYDREAMING w' frank zhang x daughter of hades!reader

you carefully ran your fingers over the wooden cylinder, tracing the marks etched into it and a smile appeared on your face as you went over the initials: F. Z.

You wondered if he would like that quiver you had bought him at a street market. The man told you that he made it himself and each one had patterns that had a certain meaning so you chose the one that meant "Strength" after all, was a virtue that your boyfriend possessed in more ways than one.

You were careful to wrap it in a large purple silk cloth and put it on your bed, you were waiting impatiently for him to knock on the door of your cabin and surprise him but when the moment arrived he entered with his face shocked and body tense.

"Frank?" You asked and he tried to soften his face but it only made it worse, he seemed really upset about something.

"My quiver," he said angrily, "a son of... Ares broke it." You checked in your mind if any of your powers could have caused that. Any ghost wanting to show off for you? the daughter of the lord of the Underworld. Or it was a silly coincidence that had nothing to do with it? nibbling on your lower lip as as you tried to think of something when Frank pointed to your bed.

"That?" Now you didn't know if it was right to give it to him but you took a step to the side to make him understand that it was the surprise you were talking about all the week. Frank ran his hands over and opened his eyes as he noticed the luxury of the fabric.

“baby, you better not have spent a fortune” you snorted a laugh.

"Can you promise something before you open it?"

"Sure," he said.

"Don't hate me" Frank frowned and undid the knots slowly, although halfway the little he had touched gave him the exact idea of ​​what had been wrapped there. He remained stunned for seconds as he gave you a quick glance over his shoulder, your cheeks blushing.

"no way," he pronounced once he had the new quiver in his hands, holding it up like a precious object.

You got impatient and started babbling, ending up apologizing. "I'm sorry—I didn't— know, I had nothing to do with what happened to the old one, sorry—" Now he understood the predicament you seemed to be in so he hugged you, wrapping his body around yours and trying to calm you down.

"forget that, this is better" he said worried about your plight but he never lied.

"Are you serious?" Your eyes shone with hope and he gave you a kiss on the nose.

"Sure, thank you babe."

[tickle-page]

Twisted Wonderland Tickle Hcs (Part 5):

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Pomefiore Dorm

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Vil Schoenheit:🪞

This boy is extremely ticklish, like the most ticklish person Epel and Rook has ever met. And he hates being tickled bc of this reason. He would fight anyone who comes in contact w/ him in a tickly way. He is weak to teases. Epel found this out when he started wiggling his fingers, cooing, “U know what Rook told me?~ He said u were extremely ticklish~”. And it all went down hill from there. After his tickle torment, his face was all sweaty and he was breathless, which is a common affect for the precious boyo. Which is another reason on y Epel and Rook always wants to tickle him. His dad would always tickle him anywhere and at anytime. It always ended w/ Vil on the ground heething. Epel and Rook told everyone that Vil Schoenheit was ticklish, leading to him always getting tickled bc, at first glance, he didn’t look ticklish at all, so it’s a little shocking for everyone. He doesn’t tickle Epel or Rook bc, even if Epel was way shorter than the latter, he’s no where close to as ticklish as this big ol’ goof. And for Rook, he’s way taller than Vil, so that’s a huge advantage. His death spot(s) is his ears and neck, and his laugh is v tamed, but once u get his worst spot, it’s very loud.

Epel walked over to the ticklish man on the couch, v slowly at that.

Vil looked up from his mirror bc he felt an ominous presence closing in on him, and his instincts were correct. “E-Epel? What’s up man?”

“I’m just trying to solve this theory that Rook told me.”

“Yh? What’s the theory?”

“That ur EXTREMELY ticklish. I didn’t believe it at first, but now that I’m rlly thinking long and hard abt it, I gotta make sure he’s not just fibbing.”

The word ‘ticklish’ struck a nerve somewhere deep down inside of the taller one. “W-What? Really… Rook‘s lying, I promise. I’m not ticklish at all, so u don’t even hv to check.” Vil started to scooch back on his seat, hitting the back of the couch.

“U sure?~ Bc ur actions tells me another story!!” And with the last word, the shortest guy pounced on Vil, pinning him down on his back on the couch cushions.

“Come on, Epel! Let me up!! I promise u, I’m telling u the truth.”

“Mhm,” Epel started to knead the latter’s side.

“Kr- st-stohop!!” Vil tried to push at the purple haired man’s wrists, but the shorter one didn’t budge.

“He also told me that ur extremely weak when someone tickles u, so pinning u down wouldn’t be an option, unless u want me to go get Rook’s help.”

“Plehehehehehease!!! Don’t get hihihihihim!!!”

“Ok then, don’t make this a challenge.” Epel squeezed all around Vil’s stomach.

“Agh!!! Stahhahahahap it!!! Please!!”

“Wow, ur alr begging? I can’t wait to see what will happen if I get ur worst spot~” Epel swirled his index finger all around the inside of the blonde’s navel.

“AGH!!! AHAHAHHAHA StAhahahahahHahahHahAhhahap!”

“Awww~ is ur belly button tickwilish?~ Does it tickle when I nibble ur cute tummy?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! PLEASE, STOP IT!!”

“Rook told me ur worst spot is ur neck and ears, do u mind if I try there?”

And just like that, Vil pleaded and begged, even cried. “Please… don’t tickle me there. Just stop it!!! Please, just stop!!” Vil was shaking and crying, thank god Epel isn’t a bad person.

“Ok ok, but only bc ur actually crying. I’ll just hv to tickle u there some other time, even if u do beg me to stop. I’ll get Rook’s help too!!”

If looks could kill, Epel would’ve been dead, before he started tickling the blonde.

Epel Felmeir:🧠

Epel is the second most ticklish person in Pomefiore. Making him the second tickle target amongst the group. He doesn’t mind tho, he actually wants a reason to laugh out loud w/o sounding completely stupid. The only thing that he hates abt tickling itself, is the aftermath of it. He usually feels like he’s gonna blackout, and his breathing is v slow. Vil took a picture of Epel after he tickled him to death, which led to Epel getting Rook to gain up on Vil. By all means, Vil took that pic bc he got tired of Epel tickling him and bringing Rook to help the lavender haired man. Though, his “revenge” severely backfired, and not even minutes in, he surrendered and deleted the pic. Cater, being Cater, videoed Ace and Rook destroying Epel. Ofc, Epel didn’t know abt this till after somebody brought it up 3 weeks later. God forbid him ever getting revenge on Cater for videoing him. Cater’s just less ticklish than Epel himself. Once Epel was 7, his cousin would always tickle him. They would give him birthday tickles, surprise tickles, cheer up tickles, and just tickling in general. Ofc, his cousin would make sure he was ok w/ it depending on his age. Bc his cousin knows that not a lot of ppl like being tickled and it makes them uncomfortable, so they just want the best for their little cousin. Epel actually asks to be tickled by them bc he loves how their slender fingers squeeze so effortlessly on his torso, or how they tease him while lightly skittering their blunt nails on his stretched out neck. At that age, he loved being so weak to teases and tickles, but now, not so much teases. He hates being teased bc he doesn’t like sounding so weak anymore, now that he grew up. Vil may be way more ticklish than Epel and taller than him, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna get his revenge. He always has to get Rook to help him out bc any where at anytime Rook was always there for him. Epel’s laugh is v calmed but loud and his death spot is his hands leading up to his wrists.

“I can’t believe Rook dared me to get acrylics, it’s hard to do anything w/ this shit,” Vil walked in Epel’s room complaing abt how Rook told him that if he lost a dare he had to get faked nails.

“Pfft-“

“Don’t. Laugh.”

“Ke- ohohk, okay.”

Vil took a seat next to Epel on his bed. Epel was scrolling on tiktok, while Vil was pondering on a way to get Rook back for his devious bet.

“Shit dude, I can’t think of anything to get Rook back w/. He’s just unbeatable.”

“Yep.” Epel could care less what Vil was saying.

The second tallest member raked his finger nails up and down the lavender haired men’s wrist.

Epel jumped and pulled his wrist back.

“Duhuhuhude, what was that?!” Vil questioned.

“It-it was nothing.”

“Uh-huh. So if I were to do this-“ Vil did it again.

“ACK!! Vil!”

“No way man, I knew u were ticklish, but to be ticklish on ur wrists?!”

Vil pounced on Epel, which wasn’t difficult at all bc the shorter one wasn’t rlly struggling much.

Vil managed to pin Epel’s arm up while holding his palm, like interlocking fingers, and his other arm was pinned to his side underneath Vil’s knee.

“Vil, please…”

“Please what, dear?”

“Pl-please, go easy on me…” There was no point in hiding that he enjoyed this bc thanks to his actions, it’s v noticeable.

“W/ pleasure,” Vil scratched lightly on his wrist.

“Ke- Eek!! Hahaha!!” Epel arched his back, trying to release his arm, but at the same time not trying to.

“Oh, ur rlly sensitive on ur wrists, huh? Will it tickle if I were to scratch roughly?” And Vil did just that.

“AHAHAHAHHAA!!!!! NO!!! DON’T DOHOHOHO IT ROUGH!!! PLEHEHEHEHASE, VIL!” Epel was shaking left to right, withering in the limited space that was given to him.

“Oh~ Now I know one thing that will calm ur ass down if ur always tormenting me, wether it be tickling or just being really annoying.”

Vil opened up the lee’s hand, pinning his fingers down, while tracing the marks on his palm.

“Did u know I’m a fortune teller, and I can tell ur future by ur hands?”

“AGH!!! PLEASE!! NOHOHOHOHOT THERE, VIL!!!! STAHAHAHAH-STOP!”

“Stop? Already? I’m way more ticklish than u, but even I can withstand a minute, it hasn’t even been 30 seconds.”

“STOHOHOHOHOP TEASING ME!!!”

“Ok, let’s see, just by the mark by ur thumb, it tells me that ur dream is gonna come true. What could that mean, Epel? Did u wish u were pinned down being tickled to death? Bc it came true.”

“PLEASE!! STAHAHHAHAP-“

“Ok ok, one more, hmmm… let’s see. If memory serves me correctly, the mark right above ur ring finger and pinky tells me that ur gonna die the best way possible. Wow, I’m getting better at this whole ‘reading the furture’ thing. I mean it looks like ur gonna die by mean tracing ur palm.”

“PLEASE!! VIHIHIHIL I’M SERIOUS! STOP!”

“Y? I thought u liked being tickled.”

“I HAHAHHAHATE MY PAHAHHAHAHALMS BEING TICKLED!!! BEHEHEHEHCAUSE THEY’RE MY WORST SPHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

“Ohohohohkay, okay. I’ll get off of u.” Vil released a panting Epel.

“Ju-just… you wait… V-Vil, Rook and I…I… will get u back- for this.”

At that moment, Vil realized he fucked up.

Rook Hunt:

Ok… so he’s not ticklish, like at ALL!! Boy, does he get tested for it too, by Vil or Epel, or even both of them at the same time. Who knows? Rook is so good with beauty that he’s even a make up artist, using his friends as his very own mannequin. They don’t care though, because Rook makes them look more attractive than usual. Vil is so ticklish, that whenever Rook tries to blend in his base on his neck, he scrunches up and giggles, batting the artist’s hands away from him. He has an older sister (head canon) who he practices make up on, and she never reacted ticklish towards that, so maybe it was just the certain ppl. Whatever it was, it shocked Rook. As much as he loves tickling people especially his close friends, he usually goes to Epel to be his mannequin, and he never forces them to do this, so when Epel dosen’t feel like it he goes to Vil. Ofc, Vil hates being tickled, but he doesn’t want to let his bsf down, so he prays every time that he doesn’t get a ticklish feeling, and it never works.

This would’ve been longer, but I had no more ideas. And I wanted this out of my drafts since it’s been basically hibernating in here😭.

[tddyhyck]

BLUE! HI! sorry i dipped i’ve been trying to sit down and send u asks but my brain wouldn’t cooperate 😩

u’re so cute about jeno LOL. AND YESS @ THE HAND ON UR TUMMY (old ask things? sorry 😭) AND YEAH GRRRAHHH i forgot the word but condescending is exactly what i meant for jaemin 🥺🥺🥺🥺 consider: him eating u out and overstimulating u for ages and when u tell him u need the bathroom he’s just taunting u running his hands up and down ur thighs and i will shut up now 🤭 what u said about hyuck is so oughh NEED. Feet can be fun sometimes! I’m not into them but I don’t hate them either. “very light work” u say for the jeno thing 😭 should i have talked about him needing to piss when he’s inside u..? kkjukjkhkg. Ehehe well i was alr in the club BUT… had i not been… u’d have converted me 🫶 U saying “​​omg lil magic anon ofc” had me kicking my feet btw,, thank u!

Perv series thots now. THE RENJUN ONE I’M MINDBLOWN IT’S SO GOOD. I CAN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING AB IT BECAUSE IT’S SOOO GOOD head empty. I love everything about it, love how he’s sweet love how he’s mean. Next: JENO. “when it’s the two of u he makes u cry on purpose” + regular mascara.. u are onto something. (also i just noticed ur banners r so pretty?) hyuck’s is so pervy but somehow so cute? I will NEVER shut up so lemme just make it “short”. U are so smart for jaemin headcanons #1,4,6,8,10,11,14. No words for the chenle one NO WORDS BECAUSE I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 jisung’s list + the last 2 for him r so funny i love them. The mark one is cute too!

Ok now for the best fic to ever fic.. what’s your fantasy~~ I just think it’s so sweet of chenle to be concerned for reader and speeding. Thank u king. He deals with them so sweetly and it makes me melt. And he’s so fucking dirty 😭😭 acc so embarrassing to b caught in that and he likes it? Then him fucking reader in panties because it reminds him of that incident like sir 🥵 his dynamic w reader is so precious nd they’re both so sweet to each other. Reader is so insanely cute i’m gonna DIE it had me running laps I JUST LOVE THESE 2 SO MUCH? U wrote them so cute and soft nd it’s so sexy i love it.

alr.. leaving u some thoughts for in the next room too (let me know if i talk too much haha 🫶) my faves have to be mark, jaemin, haechan and chenle. Something ab how whiny mark is,, i liked that so much omg it awakened something in me. Jaem’s is INSANE it’s so sexy. I rlly liked how pretty hyuck’s was, u made the atmosphere so pretty with the descriptions nd i loved that, it felt so affectionate. and chenle of course 🤩 we love to see it. THE PANTY STUFFING OH MY GOD 😮‍💨 NEEEEEEEEED

ok that’s all for now, have a good day :3

~🪄

omg magic anon how are you! do not worry about taking any time to send asks you aren’t required 🫶🏻🫶🏻

(making a read more since i talk to much 🤭🤭)

jeno makes me feel things so strongly lately i love him and his cute short hair i want to nibble on him 😭😭 anyways no jaem would get that look in his eyes you know when he’s teasing and he has that little smirk yes precisely yes that and he’d taunt you like aww do you need to go that’s too bad i’m not done with you yEah same with feet im neutral ,,, jeno pissing while he’s in you good god ,,, he’d almost be embarrassed but when you started moaning and touching yourself he would fully let go watching you tummy bulge slightly before it started dribbling out and it’s splashing when he starts fucking you again ok gtg,,,

i just know renjun is soft but secretly horny like he seems so innocent but has fucked up fantasies … and jenO is so GRREBHVHASRHGGGGG i know he’s into crying he probably gets hard just seeing your eyes well up ,, and hyuck is nasty and i love that for him but he’s also gentle and sticky sweet,,, jisung is similar to renjun where he’s a closeted freak but he’s more shy to even bring things up but when he finally does he would be an embarrassed mess and it’s so cute

eeeck i’m so glad u liked it,, it was so fun and easy to write like in my mind chenle and reader have been together forever and know each other so well and he’s so gentle with them and vice verse but he knows their weak points and likes to make reader squirm and he’s so madly in love with them like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and his desire for them is crazy like he wants them and wants to take care of them and i’m getting carried away

omG i actually started marks differently and scrapped it but he was even whinier like he was mumbling about reader lemme quote it lol “you could feel his cock bounce in his sweats already hard and you wondered why ‘it’s not. i’m just. you just looked so sexy today your skirt kept flipping up’” i just think mark = whiny when he’s horny and down bad i am very affectionate for hyuck 🐻✨🌸💐 and u know i got carried away with chenle’s i couldn’t help myself he makes me feel freaky deaky fr like him making you keep them in on the ride home his cum pooling in you,,, stuffing them in your mouth when you get home yeah i’m totally normal

alSo u don’t talk to much i so enjoy chatting with u 🫶🏻🫶🏻 have the best day/night ☺️

[sehodreamsthoughts]

okay was typing this in my notes app earlier, ummm here we go, yeah i absolutely adore the idea of hanbin being ur coworker and being obsessed with you like that, giving you the best orgasm of your life and now you need him to do it for you again<33 needy every time you see him, the way he looks at you alone turning you on… he’s always eating you alive with his gaze, making your breasts swell and nipples harden when he enters a room and you feel hot and bothered just in his presence.

i’m trying to be softer too and i’m thinking about like how he’d make you feel sooo loved<3 like not only would he bring u sweets and make sure you eat well, he’d be a great listener, make time for dates with you often, take care of you when you’re sick, all the things you thought you’d maybe never get from someone because people either don’t give you a second glance or only want to use you as a notch on their bedpost.

but he’d definitely make sure you were well fed<3 you’d continue to work together, and he’d bring you snacks and sweets everyday, straight to your desk so no one else could get their greedy hands on the donuts and cookies he brought specifically for you. he’d want to watch you nibble on a few before he leaves you to your work for the meantime…

in my head you and hanbin would just need to date, like literally the sweetest romance even if it had such a crude start🤭🤭 but i also have ideas of hanbin fucking you with his fingers while you’re in a work meeting, in the back row with his hands under your skirt, trying to muffle the squelching noises with the fabric of your skirt, whimpering because you’d be so humiliated if you got caught but he just coos about he can’t resist you when you look so plush and pretty all the time, you’re like “you’re the one who told me to wear what i want again!!” and he’s like yeah, but you don’t know what it does to me😖😖

also cause i’m gross i just like the idea of gaining a bit of weight from all his love (read: the copious amounts of treats he brings you all the time) and hanbin’s just so obsessed with how your chubby thighs make your skirts ride up, your tummy softening even more and your breasts straining the buttons of your work top. 😳😳😳😖

and umm just overall being unable to resist hanbin because he makes u feel so good<33 and also he just can’t keep his hands off of you anyways :)))

- 🥟 anon

God YESSSSSSSS

My head can't with the image of him finally treating you like he's been wanting for so long. He'd be so smiley, arriving early every morning to talk to you for a bit before the day starts, telling you how good you look wearing what you like again, asking you to have lunch together and laughing when you trip over your words because in your mind you're asking yourself if that's really happening???

Also, I'm sure he'd try to not be as nasty again? I mean, he'd definitely remember the night outside a lot, but he wants to really be with you, not only because you make him incredibly hard but because you're the most precious person in his eyes 😭 so he does his best to make you open to him and get used to his attention (he's pretty into word affirmations too 🫠 "I want to eat with you", "please let me get to know you more", "You have no idea how much I enjoy your company")

Hahaha but I doubt he'll be able to keep his hands to himself for long and after some time (when you're more used to his presence always wandering around you) he'll definitely have a hand over your ass when you're alone drinking coffee, maybe even rubbing his hard on your ass when you go up the elevator or when he walks behind you with the excuse of the places begin too small/crowded 💀

The part in which you talked about Hanbin fingering you when you have work meetings is so real, I also see him asking you for help to get supplies from the storage (perfectly knowing that you'd never say no to helping someone) and going down on you because you look so delicious when you go up your tiptoes to get some files 🥵 the way your skirt rolls up and your top gets tighter because of the movement? He's insane and soon you can't stop him from whispering how much he adores your body while his hand cups you 😭 ("you need me too, right?" He'd ask while sliding his fingers between your folds, teasing you until you're dripping down, and even if you tell him that you two have work he's going to his knees "I can't leave you like this princess, I'll be quick, don't worry")

Oh, and yeah, he'd notice how his gifts are making you gain weight but he loves that too 😭, like he's not only loving you, his love is showing in your body???? He can't wait to hold your love handles and make you bounce against his cock 😶‍🌫️🩷

[ayyezhongli]

dom student council pres zhongli x troublemaker childe

Guess who’s back :D Back with some zhonchi smut for all u sinners. Note: Theres a lot of spelling errors bc when i wrote this i was telling it to a friend n they said i should post this n i’m too lazy to edit it so yeah! enjoy <3

summary kinda: child did something n is now stuck in detention with zhongli being a kinky president of the student council watching him.

so childe is bored asf n tries seducing zhongli. but childe has always had a crush on zhongli. thats why he misbehaves to get his attention.

so zhongli says “ur here again” n sighs

“yup did you miss me?! dont answer that bc ik you did”

n zhongli sighs again all annoyed n shit

“seems you never learn”

“maybe i’m jus here bc i love n want to see you everyday”

n zhongli taking that as sarcasm rolls his eyes

“i doubt that.”

and so for like 30mins childe is making all these noises to get zhongli’s attention and annoy him which it works. and zhongli having enough of it already decides that he needs to be punished. so he gets up n walks over to the desk childe is sitting at cups his face with his hand grinning

“u rly like to get on my nerves dont you~…..” and childe’s tryna contain himself

“is it working~?”

“idk pretty boy….wanna find out for urself~…..”

n zhongli is like inches away from childe’s face. n childe still keeping his composure decides to tease back hoping to get what he’s longed for for so long.

“idk do i~?….”

and zhongli leans in n jus as hes abt to kiss childe he pulls away and walks back over to the teachers desk and childe is really disappointed bc he thought he finally had it but jus lost it. so zhongli goes back to working on his paperwork while childe is just furious.

”Is this how u treat everyone?! tease them and leave them with nothing. take advantage of us!!”

n zhongli bursts out laughing putting his papers in a neat stack

”ur quite interesting childe, if i said it was jus u would that make u feel better??”

and childe huffs rolling his eyes still rly pissed off.

“did u want more? were you expecting something more from me? something else?”

n childe blushing looks away

“fuck off”

n zhongli gets mad at the response and pulls out one of those long ass rulers n gets up n starts walking to childe.

“thats no way to speak to the student council president. you need to be punished”

so zhongli sets the ruler aside still pissed asf

“get up.” childe ignores.

”get up right now.” childe still ignores.

so zhongli grabs the ruler smacking it against the desk childe is at.

“GET UP RIGHT NOW!”

n childe jumps a little and gets up

“ok ok chill”

so childe walks over to zhongli n stands in front of him.

“im gonna punish n force you into submission until u completely submit to me”

childe laughs

“no way. you really think u can do that? just try”

“oh i will. just watch me”

(a/n: in this fic childe has bright pink sensitive nipples bc ughh 😩🤌🏾 well both of them have bright pink nipples but zhonglis r rly sensitive.)

so zhongli turns childe around n starts grinding against him causing childe to moan ever so slightly.

“do u like that~?”

n childe tryna keep his composure laughs to cover up a moan. n zhongli looks down and grins seeing childe’s hard erection through his clothes.

so zhongli reaches down n starts palming childe causing slightly louder moans to come out of his mouth.

“your so hard for me childe….what a naughty slutty little boy~“

childe loses it bc zhongli is finally saying the things he’s been dreaming of him saying. so zhongli amused starts licking the shell of his ear biting and nibbling it which makes childe blush harder. so zhongli reaches his hand down into childe’s pants and boxers and wraps his hand around childe’s dick which he almost cums. so zhongli starts pumping him n not even 30s he throws his head back on zhonglis shoulder n cums letting out a loud moan

“fuck zhongli~…..”

zhongli smirks very amused

“so quick to cum~ do i rly turn u on that much~?”

n childe fights the urge to nod his head and submit. he’s not going down without a fight.

“no i was just pent up. why would i be for someone like you!!”

zhongli snickers and slides his hands up childes shirt n starts taking it off.

“not submitting yet i see~….”

“did u think it would be that easy asshole? ha!”

so zhongli turns childe around.

“you should just give up now! your not go-“

n zhongli interrupts him with a passionate kiss. a long deep one filled with sexual tension n desire. he leaves childe blushing like crazy and gasping for air.

“what was that? i didnt catch the last part, say that again.”

“i said that i’m never gonna sub-“

n zhongli interrupts him again. same thing happens like 2 more times until childe gives up.

“can u repeat that one more time?”

and childe looks away with a annoyed expression on his face

“glad that shut u up~”

so then zhongli looks childe up and down bites his lip causing childe to blush.

“you’re kinda cute…i think i can use u….”

n childe blushes more

“and these nipples….”

zhongli says while pinching them making childe arch his back and moan loudly.

“they look pink and innocent…but when i pinch n twist them like this…”

childe lets out n even louder moan with a face flushed even more n drool running down the side of his mouth

“….you make such naughty noises and that really turns me on.”

and so zhongli continues pinch n play with them and then starts marking his neck.

“what if i made u mine hmm? my little fuck toy? or how abt pet?? you could be of some use to me….”

and all childe can do is whimper. so zhongli has him bend over on the teachers desk and pulls down childe’s pants. and he like squeezes childes plump round ass and caresses it before grabbing the ruler and spanking him with it which causes childe to moan n cum immediately.

“ur such a slutty masochist”

n childe groans n is like stuttering his words

“w-w-well ur so fucking sadis-“

n zhongli spanks him not with the ruler this time but his hand n childe jus looses it.

“ready to submit….?”

n childe tryna keep the ounce of pride he has left shakes his head.

“no!”

zhongli spanks him again.

“how abt now?”

“No!”

n so zhongli gets an idea n sticks his fingers inside childe’s mouth.

“suck”

childe does so n a minute later zhongli pulls them out.

“what are you gonna d- ahh!”

and zhongli’s fingers are wiggling around inside childe tryna get him prepared. childe has just completely lost it. he’s drooling all over the desk, moaning so loudly that if there was people here they would be able to hear, clinging onto the edge of the desk like his life is on the line.

“f-fuck zhongli…ahhh”

he’s a panting slutty mess. a fee mins later zhongli pulls his fingers out n takes off his own pants and boxers lining himself up to childes entrance. he inserts only the tip of his dick causing childe to go even more crazy if thats even possible n moan so fucking loud. but its been long enough. he wants more. more of zhongli inside him. he wants all. all of zhongli inside him. so he whimpers n cries out zhongli’s name.

“whats the problem sweetheart?”

zhongli says grinning from ear to ear.

“pls..”

childe says desperately

“pls what?”

”pls zhongli i-….”

“you…? gotta tell me what u want otherwise i wont know.”

“pls i want more of u….!!”

“beg for more than.”

“Zhongli pls i want ur cock inside me so bad. pls i’ll do anything!! just fuck me already!!”

“anything…?”

zhongli says slipping half way inside him.

“y-y-yes just pls fuck me!!”

n zhongli, a very satisfied man jus starts pounding into him hitting his g spot every time.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! FUCK! ZHONGLI PLS SLOW DOWN AHH~!!”

n that only makes zhongli speed up and childe cums like multiple times. after a while, giving a few last thrusts zhongli comes for the second time inside childe. and pulls out while childe just drops to the floor completely unable to move or anything. jus a panting blushing hot slutty mess with zhongli’s cum dripping out of him. all pride lost. pulling his pants and boxers back on zhongli lifts him up to his feet and bc childe has no strength he just falls onto zhongli resting his head on his shoulder.

“now that you’ve completely submit to me, ur all mine~….mine to do whatever i pls with. mine and only mine. No one else….”

and childe jus nods groaning bc of the pain.

”i hope u learned ur lesson now. unless…. you wanna comeback again for another visit…”

n childe jus groans again.

“i see the way you look at me childe….a look filled with lust and desire…its really quite a turn on~….. you look so desperately….so needy….so vulnerable…the amount of times i wanted to bend you over and fuck u so hard until you cant walk is too much to count. i wanted to make you mine so no one else could have that innocent slutty little boy who’s just oozing with sexual desire. any man or woman would get turned on n wanna have there way with you. u needed to be protected and only by me.”

so zhongli grinds his teeth bc of how possessive he is.

“so no one but me can fuck u stupid. and now that ur finally mine…i dont have to worry abt it so much as before”

n so zhongli strokes childe’s hair n plants a kiss on his head.

“you’re my precious little play thing.”

and childe, burying his face into zhongli’s chest smiles bc thats all he ever wanted. and then he looks up at zhongli as zhongli looks down at him smiling.

“zhongli…?”

”yes?”

“if all u said was true….why were u such an asshole to me. you were stricter on me than others, ruder to me than others, tougher on me then others….so why?”

“why?”

zhongli chuckles n childe nods

“to keep a good reputation, but i also wanted to push you, everytime u got angry and gave me attitude it only turned me on. which is why i kept going….does that answer ur question?”

n childe grunts

“u sadistic fuck!”

n zhongli laughs

“says the one who got turned on every time i public humiliated or yelled at you….”

“thats not true!!”

“uh-huh…the sexual energy u admit would become stronger and i could hear your breathing getting heavier with breathy tiny moans and u would always part ur lips slightly and rub ur thighs together and on top of that, ur eyes squint ever so slightly.”

childe was speechless bc this whole time he thought he was being slick.

“w-w-well that doesnt matter!”

childe said huffing and zhongli only chuckled and kissed his head.

“hey childe…”

“what!”

“i love you….”

childe was blushing like crazy. never in a million years did he think zhongli would say that.

“you can’t just go randomly saying those things?!!”

childe said burying his face deeper into zhonglis chest.

“b-but i love you too i guess…”

he mumbled and zhongli smirked.

“look at me.”

childe looked up into zhonglis ambers eyes embarrassed asf.

“wh-wh-what is it?”

“you’re really cute yk.”

n zhongli leaned down slightly and kissed him before he could say anything else. the end :)

thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed even though its formatted weird and kinda sorta a story. 🥰

[simluvbot]

Sunghoon as your boyfriend

a/n: as usual with these bf headcanons, im sorry it was so messy TT also thank you so so much for over 100 followers !! <33

open to read <3

tbh it got to a point where literally everyone but you two knew that you were crushing on each other..

Sunghoon can very oblivious sometimes, and so can you

Sunghoon can very oblivious sometimes, and so can you

tbh it was literally until jake had to spell out to sunghoon how he obviously had a crush on you which is what prompted him to actively make moves on you (lmao)

And, sooner or later, you both ended up dating :D

Sunghoon is be pretty awkward early on in the relationship so it’s just so so precious ):

so every small moment of skinship between you both has butterflies instantly swarming in your stomachs and your cheeks heating up like crazy ):

And sunghoon will think about it for ages in his bed later at nighttime, replaying the moment you took his hand in yours and interlocked your fingers with his

He’d think about how soft your hands felt in his hold and how fuzzy the feeling made him feel, and sunghoon isn’t one to freak out easily but gee the butterflies you made him feel (he will never tell you about that though)

Many late night dates!

I say this for literally every enhypen member but to me this concept just fits so well with all of them

Sunghoon likes going on late night walks with you in private (and safe!) parks where he knows that you two will be completely alone

He loves walking around with you for hours, chatting away about random weird topics and sharing shy eye contact with each other

Or he will also like to lay down on the grass with you, backs on the plush ground and stargazing together 💔

He’ll admire your side profile and smile at your awed expression as you stare up at the stars, thinking about how pretty you look under the moonlight

But then when you turn to face him he’ll look away and pretend he was never looking in the first place🙄

To me sunghoon seems the type to silently appreciate you and the small moments he shares with you.

You could be sitting across from him eating messily while ranting about your day and he’ll simply nod, barely listening and instead watching the way your moth moves and how prettily your lips create shapes as you talk

Or you could be simply doing nothing at all, instead laying on the sofa on your phone and he’ll look up from his own now and then, quietly reflecting and feeling thankful for how you’re in his life

):

In public he is very much the silent observer! but not in a creepy way, it’s all loving of course, especially since hoon has said before that he’s not the best with expressing his words and feelings

So he instead shows his love and appreciation to you through small acts of service and gifts!

It’s small things that he does for you, such as tying your shoelaces for you, pulling you onto his other side when you’re asking along a busy road so he is the one one the road side instead or buying what he knows is your favourite snack to surprise you with!

I think that he will also ask jay for tips on what to cook for you hehe. He likes to surprise you and pls I just see him standing wearing an apron as he tries to follow the recipe jay gave him so he can make you your favourite food for you to eat the next day )):

Many cafe dates!!

Have you seen that picture of him sipping from a drink as he sits at a cafe table?? yeAH WELL

takes you out to his favourite cafes all the time 😁😁

going on the lookout for best cafés on your dates is YOUR THING i see it

Sunghoon honestly treasures you so much and although he doesn’t express it in words often, he really thinks about you a lot ): so many little things remind him of you its ridiculous. 

he’ll see something and go like “oh!” which confuses the other members but its just because he saw something that made him think of you lol

He is comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable in front of you!

At first when you both started dating he was reallyyyy shy since he is an introvert.. but ofc soon the ice boy melted and he eventually became so much more comfy around you :D

so yes park sunghoon does share a lot of his weird thoughts and personality with you lmao

but its just bc he trusts you and knows that you wont judge him ):<

Takes you on ice skating dates where he teaches you how to skate

Will come up with a simple routine with you

I’m gonna cry I’m gonna pass out I can’t take this I’m tearing up TAKE MY PHONE AWAY FROM NE AT THIS

he will come up with ): simple ice skating routines with you ): where he spins you around and holds both your hands steadily as he skates backward and guides you forward, making breathless eye contact while he rests his forehead against yours, smiling softly

🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

although when you do end up falling he laughs 🙄 he is so rude i stg

but he then helps you back up of course, holding your gloved hands in his softly since they took the most impact of ur fall 

he’ll massage them gently in his, concerned and telling you to be more careful next time and showing you how to regain your balance when you feel yourself slipping.

“aha like you will even need to use that technique anyways y/n because your ice prince will save you from falling.”

sighs. anyways

Whenever he catches you staring at him (which is 99% of the time when you’re with him because well, duh), he will the hELL out of you lmao

He teases you pretty often anyways

“If you’re just going to continue staring at me this whole time then just take a photo instead y/n, it lasts longer you know 😐.”

“I know I’m handsome y/n. Instead of making it so obvious with your googly eyes then don’t be afraid to say it too. I don’t bite 🙂👎.”

Is so proud of himself whenever he gets you flustered at his comments because as much as it embarrasses you, what he says is true </3 and you don’t deny it

But then when YOU tell him how attractive he is in a teasing way it’s HIM that starts blushing LMFAO

“The view is so pretty.” You said, sighing out as you stood next to sunghoon on the top floor balcony.

“Yeah, Seoul is so beautiful.” Your boyfriend commented, nodding as he looked down at the blinking lights from down below.

Frowning, you tilted your head as you stared at him. “Oh, I wasn’t  talking about that.”

Looking up, sunghoon looked at you in confusion. “What do you mean then?”

“I meant the view is so pretty. You’re the view.”

Gets so flustered PLSJDKSJS he looked away from you and ignored you for the next 5 minutes while he tried to compose himself and pretend like he was not affected by what you said

You simply laughed at how red his ears had become and how he ignored your teasing remarks indifferently when he was actually dying inside at what you said

Or other times when you compliment him he will be really smug about it too lmao

He values your opinion, even if it’s something about the new jacket he wore and how it looks nice on him

You bet he will wear that jacket 372837 more files after that and uploaded it on Twitter for engenes too (;

All because you complimented him once

It gets to the point where jay and jungwon tease him about why he is constantly wearing the same thing every day and whether it’s something to do with you LMAO

boy gets so shy 😭😭😭

Sunghoon likes it when you run your hands though his hair ): especially at the back of his head where you tug at his strange gently, especially since his hair is pretty long rn

It’s so soothing to him to feel your nails gently rake through his mullet and massage his scalp, it instantly makes his eyes shut and sleepiness take over.

I feel like sunghoon isn’t that big on cuddles? But when you both sleep together he always pulls you in closer to him subconsciously ):

Head pats from sunghoon ✔️

Kisses with sunghoon!

When you both first started dating you had to initiate everything and he would get so flustered after

But after you had been dating sunghoon for a while and you kiss, he’ll do this thing where he looks at you with lidded eyes and stares at your lips and he kNOWS how good he looks when he does that

Such a tease..

Will cup the back of your neck and bring you in

his hands gently roam around your waist or place themselves onto your back to hold you close to him

Kisses with sunghoon are usually pretty slow and can last a while, so you’re always left feeling breathless when you finally pull apart

Nibbles your lips to tease you hehe

He doesn’t really give you short kisses apart from when he’s feeling bursts of happiness and really excited about something! Or when he wants to thank you

Also Hoon likes to also keep your scrunchie on his wrist if you wear any

Idk, he just likes it [:

Hoon also likes to take many pretty photos with you too, it’s so aesthetic TT

Kisses your forehead whenever he says bye to you on his way to complete his schedule for the day 🥺

Shows Jake and jay pictures of you all the time lol

The 02z definitely don’t miss the blush on his cheeks whenever he tells them about how cute you are 🙄

Sunghoon cutest bf ): he doesn’t reall like to show affection for you in front of other people but when y’all are alone?

Phew, the boy might be an ice prince but whenever he is around you.. let’s say that perhaps you seem to melt him a lil bit (:

[yanderenightmare]

Ok hi again, I may be over doing it......idgaf I like ur shit! Good shit grade A writing. Aha

Aftercare, does it happen? What do they do?

Also....are these guys aware of their s/o limit if so do they stop😈

Pressing X for doubt

yandere ! BNHA thirsty headcannons

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goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, noncom/dubcon, abuse, manipulation, mind control

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

He’ll at least ask. He’s always careful to ask. The actual response isn’t too important. Protest that are drowned out in a moan can’t be seen as an actual protest anyway, and he always makes sure that her words are chocked in her throat. Bakugo knows his worth, he knows that each and every thing he does to her in that bed, it’s guarantied she likes it. Her pride makes her a liar, she can’t be trusted with her own pleasure, not when he knows and has proven time and time again that he knows her body and her limits better than what she does. When he has her bent over his lap, that cute little ass that he knows belongs to him, aiming to make sure that she knows it too, each time his hand comes in harsh contact with the soft flesh, feeling it up like putty in his hand as she winces and cries for him to stop. Her protests can’t be taken seriously, not when two fingers gliding up her pussy tells him all he needs to know, feeling how soaked she already is for him, all warm and velvety and ready. That’s all the answer he needs to keep going.

As far as aftercare goes… it can vary. Sometimes he’ll draw a bath with bubbles and lavender oil and light scented candles. Other times he’ll make food, where he’ll bake desserts more than anything. But there are days he won’t do much more than keep a painfully suffocating grip on her as he drifts rather quickly off to sleep. Exchanging no words except for those growls of good night and I love you. Leaving the rest for after they wake up, having an early morning where he’ll never let her sleep in, dragging her with him to shower before he has to leave, where afterwards he’ll treat her to more tender care on the bed with his face buried between her thighs in a way of apologizing for having to leave her alone all day.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

She shouldn’t worry her pretty little head about anything. Dabi might look like your worst nightmare, but you’d be surprised how soft the darkness really is. He can be persuasive and disarming if and when he wants to be, or he can be foul… He likes finding a mix between the two though, they work better together anyway. Make her feel safe, but only if she obeys, and make her feel fear if she doesn’t. He won’t bite… at least not for any longer than to make her cry for him, for those precious little water-works to bubble up to the surface. Making a chew toy out of that pretty swan-neck of hers, paint it with purple, resembling what hue of mulberry-wine found on his marred skin. Nibbling on that cute button between her legs, feel her tremble in his hold and hear her gasp out his name. Or grinding those perfect little nipples between the rows of his teeth, watching her blubber out her pleas when the pressure he applies threatens to bite the flimsy nib off, feel her pussy clench around his shaft upon the anticipation and fear. Fear does such peculiar things to people, especially in the form of threats, especially when walking hand in hand with pleasure. His darling doesn’t know what to make of herself, left completely like putty in his hands, all for him to toy with and tamper and tease. Where she doesn’t dare try and make him stop, she doesn’t dare allow herself to enjoy what he’s doing either, because only mad people run into things they already know to be a trap.

He’ll hush and coo at her to stop crying afterwards, her little mind on the verge of breaking and her pitter patter heart standing on the cliff’s edge ready to jump with nothing but Dabi to hold onto, the knot in her lower abdomen already having exploded time and time again because of him. She’s such a mess, such a cross-eyed wet hot mess, his little mess and that always manages to bring a smile to his face.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

If Tomura’s in a mood, as in a childish fit, she can expect no rest, because the wicked as we know get no rest, and the unfortunate sweet thing kidnapped by the wicked get no rest either. Tomura’s mood, quite like his morals, change like tidewater. Sometimes he’ll behold her precious beautiful body as though she’s made up of fine porcelain, meant to be touched and worshipped softly, where the fact of her wanting the worship or not is irrelevant. He’ll still touch and touch and let himself get carried away by how insanely soft her skin is as opposed to him. He’ll fuck her slowly, each hump meaningful and hauled out to the max as so to feel every single inch of him filling her up… Then there’s his other mood… The feeling of opposition is no less there, how unfairly gorgeous she is in contrast to how appalling he is, however… instead of it evoking worship… it evokes humorous triumph. Gut-wrenching nasty despicable satisfaction, where it brings him such inane pleasure to think that someone as disgusting as him has the power and the will to corrupt something so pure, something so pretty, and how there is quite literally nothing she can do to stop him, nothing at all… it gets his blood rushing in sadistic glee when he pushes her down on her stomach, fisting her hair while jutting into her from behind, every little salacious depraved thought growled into her ear, with no regard to her choked screams except for a wild grin, spiked to go even faster.

Not much tender aftercare here I’m afraid, he thinks it’s best to leave her alone, getting in his chair to game, taking one long last look at his cum seeping from her hole, his handprint red across her ass, still looking so pretty even with all those bruises… maybe even inspired to go for another round.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Aww. Little kitty is at her breaking point? The collar is too tight for Master’s precious pretty pet? Pussy-cat wants a break? But good kittens deserve good toe-curling eye-crossing world-shattering rewards, and bad kittens will be punished however Master chooses, won’t they? If she screams no, he’ll hear yes. If she screams stop, he’ll hear more. If she screams please, well… he’ll still hear please… It’s so unbearably cute to see her stutter and frustrate over how her words come out all wrong, as if someone’s picked her brain, pulled on her strings as though she were a puppet, changed what she wants to say, to what he wants to hear. What’s even cuter is when those large eyes of hers go all ditzy, crossing paths, that crinkle between her brows furrowing, with her tongue falling over her lips. But, the cutest thing is when her tail wraps around his thigh and leg, holding onto him in such a soft embrace when her bliss strides over her body, reaching all the way to the tip of her plushy soft tail, when her wrists and ankles are too busy being kept tied snug and firm together, as he continues to slam himself fast-forwardly into her.

He’ll erase his mind-tricks afterwards, careful to restore anything he might have disturbed or broken during their playtime. Her fluffy tail still slithered around his thigh as he pets her over her soft ears, telling her what a good little kitten she is and how proud she’s made him, feeling her shiver and jolt against him, small little spasms followed by short acute hiccups, proof of how bendable those so-called limits are when Hitoshi takes control. Proof of how good he can make her feel, so good she loses track of where she is, so good she loses contact with her mind, so good the only thing she’s still able to do is purr.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Oh… She can’t blame him when his rut rolls around the corner. He can’t control those urges. Not when she’s there, so plain and defenseless and a perfect fit for him to take all that cooped up frustration out on. He just needs to fill her each and every crevice up with his seed, make sure she’s well bred, pump her full of his cum until his balls no longer have anything left to give. He’ll hump like a frenzied pup, hands gripping her hips so tight her feet don’t even touch the ground. He’ll pound until he’s exhausted, until she’s left a swollen sweat-slicked mess, no longer able to stand straight without her weak and wobbly knees giving out beneath her. She wishes his rut and her heat could line up, so she doesn’t have to go through the same thing twice, but she isn’t that lucky, and Keigo is. He’ll be counting down the days until finally picking up those sweet tones in the air, that aroma that makes him go feral. She does him a favor by acting so shy, so ashamed, it makes it that much more fun when she’s struggling against both him and herself. All it takes is for him to put his thumb in her mouth… how she’ll begin to drool at the very first taste, her eyes losing that feral fight and falling prey to the feeling of her nerves being set on fire. He gladly indulges her needs, his heart fluttering at how clingy she becomes, how sweet, blubbering out gibberish, shapeless words that are such a good replacement for what vile things she’ll yell at him most other times.

He’ll be so hungry in the mornings after, disappointed for the lack of food in the house, but he can’t blame his darling for not cooking, not when he’s rendered her lame, she can’t very well cook if she can’t stand. He’ll order so much take-out the smell of sweat and juices soon gets coated and overwhelmed by the smell of spice and broth. Eating, regaining all his strength… that was only day one of two weeks… the rut is only just beginning.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Don’t worry, Izuku knows how much to give and how much to take, just as he knows when to give it and when to take it, and how to give and how to take. He knows what punishment is due for what crime as well as he knows when rewards are in order. And if he so happens to need to punish her… he’ll make sure she does something in need of punishment. It’s not often he needs to act on those sadistic carnal vulgar yearnings, but a bad day gets a whole lot better if he can come home and take it out on someone, especially when he gets to play with her beforehand, poke and prod until she slips up, allowing him to pounce on her the second she fucks up like a fox finally done playing with his food, his little bunny. The ends justify the means after all. He knows that it’s unfair to take his frustration out on his little darling… but… it being wrong… somehow makes it feel better. Having her blubbering on choked sobs and quaking beneath him, under his blood-soaked scarred hands, her little hole serving as such a snug and no doubt painful fit for his cock to abuse. Hearing her apologize for doing absolutely nothing at all, just to satiate his craze, all because he decided he wanted to exercise his dominance.

One thing that’s good about Izuku is that once is enough, and though that one time might feel like a million times stretching over a million days, where she’s left unable to walk properly… once he’s done, she can be sure he’s done… at least until the next day. If she hasn’t passed-out, he’ll let her cry it off when he’s done, offering no words but still comforting her by stroking her back or fiddling with her hair, twirling it about his fingers as she rests on his chest, her tears making his bicep itch with irritation, but he’ll allow her that much.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

He tries being sweet, he tries being gentle, he tries mimicking the same type of softness as his darling bestows upon him, yet… although she’s sweet, she’s also so aggravatingly reluctant, and Kai doesn’t have the time nor the patience to second-guess every single little thing he wants to do. It’s impractical, it’s wasteful, it’s stupid, and stupidity as we know is a disease he can’t risk being infected with. No, better then, for him to just take the lead, for him to make the decisions for her, for him to decide her limits, up to him to decide when she’s ready to take his cock, how fast and hard he can thrust into her, how tight he can grip her wrists when she starts pushing at him, how many bruises are too many, how many times she can cum. Besides, if things go too far… he knows how to piece her together again. He hasn’t studied every single detail of her just to let all that valuable information go to waste. He’ll see to it that she’s as good as new once their done, if not, maybe even better, maybe even less reluctant to give into what he wants next time, maybe a bit more respectful of the rules, maybe a bit more understanding of who there is the boss and who there is the brittle brainless little toy.

Pain is a good cleanser anyway, despite it being bloody and gory and mixed in with tears and drool and snot and whatever else may occur once the need for his quirk arrives after his aggression causes something to bruise or break. She might think that it’s cruel that healing her has to hurt more than the wound itself, but what she needs to learn is that prosperity always comes at a price, a price that he’s all too willing to pay when she fails to live up to her potential.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Limits are made to be broken, to be conquered, in order for us to prosper. She should be grateful she at least gets the liberty to be with the one she loves, the one who loves her. She should at least be grateful that it’s not just anyone who’s breaking her limits, but him. Him and his hands and his tongue and his cock and his frostbite and his flames and his smile and his biting laughter. She knows by now that there is no stopping him when he starts, she knows that her only hope is to wait for herself to achieve that opium-blown ecstasy and ride that insanity where her skin feels like fire and her insides like ice and every touch, no matter how feather-light or how brutish and bruising, is god’s touch.

Shoto is unprecedentedly thorough and dreadfully talented at aftercare. While his darling is lying all limp and numbed-down, holding onto the prickling feeling dancing like fire-ants on her skin, she can barely even capture the feeling of Shoto wrapping her up in a fuzzy robe. His cold lips pressing onto her forehead and by the time she comes to, when she finally and woefully breaches the surface and gets reeled back into reality, right when she’s at the verge of collapsing from having all her hormones crash, her adrenaline fizzing out into nothing and she’s left feeling all cold and so dreadfully sad, Shoto’s right there, making her feel warm and appreciated and safe. He’ll light candles, scented with rosehip, he’ll already have picked out a movie, he’ll have the chocolate ready, the tea brewing in their matching cups, swiftly braiding her hair into a neat loose setup to keep it from falling into her face as he knows she’s much too drained to lift her hand, resting between his legs, her head using his chest as a headrest. If he’s being honest, he isn’t quite sure what he loves more, the play-session or the aftercare, all he knows is that one is impossible without the other… yet again proving the importance of balance.

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hiya dearie! (i hope that's familiar enough ;)) i loved the pieck smut/fluff and i recently read ur tifa fic, of which was also amazing. this time, though, can we get a male bodied reader being a super soft service top? (praise kink and all) because i live off the thought of pushing into her while making her feel like an absolute goddess with pleasure, praise n compliments n headpats and much more of essence. thanks for ur consideration and i hope u have a nice day! <3

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Male!bodied reader X Pieck Finger

Warning: 18+ NSFW smut. Fluff. Praise kink.

 Pieck’s hair spills like liquid obsidian rock as she throws her head back in sheer bliss, the heavy hum from her throat making a smile spread across your face. 

“That feel good?” You ask, the smug tone not even being attempted to be hidden. 

“God, yes.” She whispers deeply into the air, the grip on the edge of the bed tightening. 

A laugh escapes you - you hadn’t even gotten started. You were only gently massaging her feet and calves. What you had planned next for her was going to blow her away if she enjoyed this so much.

“You spoil me.” She smiles, looking down at you softly as your lips begin their trail up her slender leg. 

“You deserve it all, gorgeous.” You mutter, your breathing rate increasing as you reach her inner thigh, her eyebrows raising as you give it a small nip with your incisors. 

Her leg locks around your neck, refusing to let you move away now that you were within touching distance of her panted crotch - not that’d you want to move away, anyway. Her fingers roam through your hair, her eyes looking down at you like you were her most prized possession. 

“You’re perfect...” You continue, pushing her panties to the side and kissing her vertical mouth like it was her normal lips. 

Her eyes shut with haste, the song of lust humming from her throat as you taste the beautiful Pieck Finger. 

Her back arches and her grip on your hair tightens as you push a finger inside of her tight entrance, the warm and damp feel of her insides greeting you immediately. 

“You’re so good at that...” She whispers, her lip being bitten as she slowly rocks her hips towards your face. 

“I’ll do it whenever you want me to, darling.” You reply with honesty, words for how perfect she really is eluding your mind. “I’ll do anything you want me to. I serve you and only you... My queen.” 

A flattered blush blooms across her skin, her heart swelling at your words. She wasn’t sure how she’d gotten so lucky to find you, but however it happened in this torn up world, she’s glad she had. 

She timidly grabs your head and pulls you up to meet her face, her lips grazing gently against yours, that blush only deepening as you slide your tongue into her sweet mouth. She begins to rapidly get more desperate as she pulls you further onto the bed, shuffling back and laying you down before removing her panties - all while not once taking her deep eyes off yours. 

“Can I...?” She begins, straddling your chest. 

“Any. Thing.” You reiterate; your hands grabbing her hips and helping to guide her gently as she moves up and lowers herself onto you face. 

“Ah ~~!” She calls out in a melodic hiss, her back bending and thighs squeezing the sides of your head while she starts to rock and gyrate her pelvis over your mouth and nose.

You moan deliciously as her taste invades your senses - the initial copper that quickly sweetens into something like cotton candy. Her small, dark pink lips flex and clench at your tongue as her dark nipples begin to harden; goosebumps raising over her skin while your tongue provides her with electric shocks of pleasure. 

She hums your name, her fingers caressing your hair lovingly as this royal beauty takes her rightful place upon her throne. Your hands caress her waist and ass, leisurely massaging her as you please her, her body becoming quickly overstimulated with the bombardment of different pleasures. 

“y/n...” She whines. “I love you...” 

You vibrate her in response, her pace quickening and her legs quivering. 

To your surprise, she climbs off; face pink and flustered and her eyes hazy. 

“I want to cum with you inside me...” She mumbles, a little shyly. 

With a small smirk, you push her onto her back, her hair splaying out around her like some ebony fallen angel.

“You deserve the world.” You praise as you nuzzle into her neck, lining your hard cock up to her soaking slit. “I’m going to provide you with so much, princess.” 

She moans, jerking her hips, wanting nothing more than for you to enter her. But instead you continue kissing her neck and chest, down to her breasts, your tip teasing her by circling her yearning hole. 

"You really don't..." You begin between deep kisses against her flesh. "Understand how... Beyond perfect you...are "

"y/n..." She groans as you return your head to here gaze, placing your hands on her head as you gaze longing into her eyes. They say it's the doorway to the soul. You weren't so certain of anything before as you feel her higher self embracing you.

"I love you." You breathe, pushing into her slowly.

"Ah~!" She cries out loudly, your length and girth pushing through her wet and warm insides; her legs wrapping around your waist and locking you in with her ankles.

You don't once remove your loving gaze from her as you begin to slowly thrust, her eyes rolling to the back of her head with each firm movement of your hips.

"Fuck... Pieck..." You gaps at her warmth, her insides pulling and clamping against your sex so deliciously.

You watch her breasts bounce and her tragically beautiful eyes pleading up at you, that pink hue now a full blown crimson flush, her lips parted and her sweet nightengale vocals calling out your name as her arousal splashes and squelches around your entirety.

"Please... Don't... Stop..." She sobs, her nails anchoring into your flesh for dear life as you feel the familiar tell tale signs of your lovers orgasm approaching.

"y/n... Oh... God."

"Cum for me baby..." You command, your teeth nibbling her ear as her whines grow louder and her legs begin to twitch.

Her head throws back as she cums, your movements nice, slow and deep as she drinks you in, her soul leaving her body for those few precious seconds as the waves of her climax relentlessly roll and crash across her body.

You don't stop.

You plan on making her cum again and again and again.

Nothing. Nothing would ever stop you from treating your woman like the queen she is. And she had never been so in love with anyone than she is with you.

[hooniee]

— ꒰‧⁺ baking with jake*ೃ༄

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↷ genre: fluff | romance⋯ ♡ᵎ

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⇢˚⋆ ✎ hello butterfly!! thank you so much for requesting and thank you for that🥺🤲🏻 i really appreacite and i’m glad you liked the jungwon bakery one🥺 i’m sorry for taking so long but i hope that you still enjoy this <333ˎˊ-

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baking with him at a bakery 

“jake can you pass me the-”

“right here sunshine!”

you look at jake, granting you the sugar before you had even completed your sentence. jake was an attentive boyfriend who recognized what you need. smiling, you swiftly press a kiss on his cheek.

jake didn’t anticipate that as his cheeks bloom into a rosy glow, gazing at you with a giggle.

“do i get one every time that i get something right?’ he questions, taking the sugar bag out of your hands

of course, jake thrived on affection. once you give him a small kiss or hold his hand, it won’t stop.

“yes you do jake, but right now is not the time to think about that! the bakery is opening in an hour and we need to finish before manager yeji-”

“(y/n)! jake!” yeji screeches out

you both wince, turning around as the back kitchen had opened broadly. this wasn’t going to end well.

yeji was a stern manager. pleasant woman who was a bit older than you guys, but a tiger in the morning. you guys just played it off that she was just grouchy.

“yes manager?” jake squeaked out

you grab a hold of jake’s hand and he squeezes it gently.

yeji’s eyes narrow at you guys, skeptical when peering at the large metal bowl with ingredients that have hardly been blended.

“move,” yeji forces through, causing you and jake hands to leave each other. she looks down to the counter to see only 10 pastries made out of your typical 30.

you and jake brace for impact, preparing your ears for a noisy scolding.

she picks up the bowl and turns to you guys, which you guys shudder away. you nibble on your bottom lip and jake clears his throat.

“guys,” yeji sighs, setting the bowl down, “i know you guys are dating and it’s super cute to be lovey-dovey when working together but this is also a fast-paced job. i’m afraid i might have to fire you gu-”

“no ma’am! it was my fault, i wasn’t moving fast enough to help (y/n)-” jake replied to take the fall.

jake always wanted to take the fall for you and was always prepared to do so. 

“no manager! it was me, i wasn’t paying that close attention to getting the batters mixed fast enough.”

but you weren’t having it. you needed to defend jake too.

“no! it was-”

yeji huffs, observing the young couple bicker of who’s fault it was. “young love” she thinks in her head

“alright, i believe it was both of you, okay? just please try to not get sidetracked to each other.”

you and jake both frantically nod. you had recently gotten this job together at the bakery since you loved to bake together. you noticed a flyer on your school bulletin and rushed to show jake.

jake would assist you when baking when you were at home and you decided that perhaps doing a bakery job together wouldn’t be bad at all.

and that was a close call to nearly getting fired as quickly as you got hired. jake lets out a sigh of relief and you sense your shoulder relax, as yeji proceeds back to the front.

she is one scary woman.

you put one hand on your hip and turn to face 

you wagged your finger in front of jake’s face, “alright mr. sim, we need to focus”

jake tilts his head, an amused smile plays on his lips.

“mr.sim? okay, mrs.sim. before we start, i think we’re missing something,” he points to his lips, puckering them.

as much as he pesters you, you know you want it too, you roll your eyes but contributed, luring him into a delicate kiss.

“guys don’t for-” yeji opens the kitchen door to be welcomed with the display of you and jake.

uh oh

the bakery job was manageable

only four people worked during your shift

you, jake, yeji, and sunoo

you and jake made the pastries in the back kitchen

while sunoo and yeji handled the customers and served them

sunoo was the one who always shrieked when he discovered you and jake displaying any sort of affection, yeji shaking her head and trailing behind him

besides them being bothered when catching you guys locking lips, the four of you were close

sunoo had just graduated, meaning he gave you and jake all the tips on how to pass high school

"so if you don't know an answer on a test, just take a bandaid and write the answers on it. when it comes a time, just slowly open and close the bandaid when you need it-"

"sunoo what are you teaching them?"

"nothing yeji!"

yeji was the older sister to you and jake.

she was one year older than sunoo and was educated, opening this bakery by herself

yeah, she is terrifying at times but she adores you guys

she despised sunoo but always cooed at you and jake

"my precious babies, did you sleep well?"

"i slept very well, thank you for-"

"NOT YOU SUNOO"

jake and you enjoy working there

even if you get scolded for making out on break time </3

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baking with jake at home

"so what's our plan today baby?" jake chirped, fastening the strings of his apron on. you slip on your matching apron.

"let's just make some chocolate chip cookies," you grabbed the tray. you spray it with butter and lay a fresh sheet of parchment paper on it.

opening the cabinet, you grabbed all the ingredients you needed and a large pink bowl.

"what's with all of the stuff? aren't we just putting cookie dough on the tray and shoving it in the oven?" jake asks, checking the pink bowl and spatula.

"jake, have you ever seen me do that? you should know i make things all from scratch," you stifle a laugh, looking at his expression

"looks like i have to buckle in then"

baking with jake was a turmoil chaos

in all fairness, jake was a helpful person when you were in charge

supplying you the sugar, measuring the right quantity of flower, pouring a drop of oil when needed

but him being in charge?

not a good plan

jake knows how to make those simple 10 minute cookies that are frozen

you know? the frozen cookie dough that you have to smoosh out and set on a sheet

that’s jake’s idea of making cookies

but you enjoy making things from scratch (i know most people don’t so bare with me)

when you asked jake if he wanted to bake with you, he said he wanted to take the lead <33

and you were surprised but agree nonetheless

“alright, so where’s the cookie dough?”

“cookie dough? we don’t have any at home. why? are you craving some?”

“but how are we supposed to make cookies then?”

“oh baby, i make them all by scratch”

and jake had never regretted anything more in his life

preparing the batter was an even HARDER process

he kept glancing at you with his puppy eyes, pout on his lips

he was confused and kept asking you on repeat if this was enough or if it was even the correct ingredient 

you nodded and kept a lookout over him

he was doing well so far and you decided it was okay to let him finish up the batter, without you watching him like a hawk.

you began to clean up the area so that you didn’t have to bother with that later

you take your eyes off of him for one second 

and a tiny voice calls out to you

“um (y/n)”

when jake whispered your name, that meant something went wrong

you gradually turn around, hands soapy

jake was coated in flour </3

how does that even happen?

“my dear, lovely, jake, wha- no how?”

“wellididn’tmeantoutiacccidenltyputtheelectircmixeronahighsettinganditjustpuffedinmyface”

you sigh, cleaning the remains of soap off of your hands

“it’s okay, baby, just wipe off the flour and i’ll help you from here”

he nodded, still pouting

baking with jake

was an experience, to say the least

[ppersonna]

repentance - knj | m

now, let's imprint my name on that trophy and come back home - come back home, BTS

↳ summary- your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, doesn’t like it when you flirt with other guys

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6k

↳ pairing- namjoon x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is all smut, there is nothing but smut here, there is no god in this chili’s tonight. this actively takes us further from the light.

↳ warnings- very hard BDSM, name calling, degradation, humiliation, spitting, caning/spanking, collaring, bondage, squirting, overstimulation, impreg kink lmfao, face fucking,  Namjoon is a v sadistic dom but he is still sane, after care is important,

↳ a/n- well folks.  here it is.  The fic that pushed me past my comfort zone lmfafskadf.  i am 100% grateful to @sombreboy​ for assisting me with this and being silly as fuck in the google doc.  i could not have done it without his guidance lmfaooo.  this was requested by anon and i hope i did it justice and i rly appreciate getting sent things that make me write things i normally wouldn’t!  thank you for believing in me lmfao.  pls feel free to interact with me however u want bc i love you all.  Thanks for reading! namjoon if ur reading this pls forgive me

“I hope you had your fun, doll,“ Namjoon whispers harshly in your ear as you walk with him away from the dance studio.  You’re covered in sweat, hot, and still you’re shaking like a leaf at the tone of your boyfriend’s voice.

So maybe you broke the rules.  Maybe you danced with Jimin at practice a little too intensely, a little too provocatively.  Maybe you grinded up against the blonde harder than you should, making the dancer sport a tent in his pants.

And maybe you did it in front of your boyfriend, that man who loved and dominated you.

Is it too late to say oops?

Namjoon is silent on the drive home.  His face is expressionless, but his eyes give it away.  He looks a touch angry, a touch excited, but he mostly radiates possession.  If there’s something that Namjoon hates, it’s sharing you.  

Your playful flirting with Jimin had been just that—playful.  Jimin was your dance partner going on 10 years now, ranging from ballroom to jazz and tap, to contemporary and international.  Jimin was always your go-to guy, best friend, and occasional fuck buddy.  Namjoon knew this, knew the history between you two, but still allowed you your freedom in dancing and competing with the blonde.  Sometimes it was just so easy to fall back on old habits, when you’d grind on Jimin so hard that he’d rip your shorts down and take you against the hardwood floor of the studio.

Even though you were quite happy in your relationship with Namjoon, it was hard to re-route the synapses that led elsewhere when you were dancing.  

But you loved Namjoon, and you had for a long time.  It was something you were working on, the flirting and the carelessness.  Namjoon was supportive, loving, and a natural caretaker.

He was also a sadistic Dominant.  

Where Namjoon was sensitive, sweet, communicative and giving in the streets, he was disgusting and filthy and downright heinous in the sheets.

And you loved every single aspect of it.  There was nothing that thrilled you more than the control he wielded on you, the power in his gaze and in his hand, and the possession he took of you.

It was the reason none of your relationships worked out before him.  Sure, there had been pleasant guys and excellent fucks like Jimin.  But Namjoon was the entire package, plus some.  You trusted him with your entire life, your whole being.  He grew up alongside you, and you knew the man would rather injure himself than ever cause you harm.

It’s what made the punishments, the pain, even more delicious.  He took you to your breaking point, sometimes even further, because he knew you could take it.  And you trusted, loved and adored him for it.  

But that didn’t mean it was easy.  

No, while the punishments and pain were fun in the long run, they still sent a thrill of fear down your spine.  

It’s been awhile since you got your boyfriend this worked up.  Things had been pretty smooth sailing for the last few months.  Sure, he was still a maniac in bed, but it was the scripted and practiced scenes you both knew by heart.  Schoolgirl, nurse, secretary.  

But this was real.  Tangibly real.  You could feel the tension rolling off his toned body, the heat of it ensnaring you, tying you up tight.

You want to apologize, open your mouth and begin the litany of sorry’s and I didn’t mean to’s, but your throat felt dry.  You knew it was useless to try now, and the act might make him more upset.  

The punishment he would inflict upon you would absolve you, baptize you of your sins.  He’d sacrifice your flesh to be remade.

The car pulls into the garage of your shared home.  Namjoon parks, closes the heavy door behind the car, then sits in the car staring straight ahead.  

He’s silent for a moment.  It puts your nerves on edge and he knows this, knows you hate the silence more than anything else.

“You are going to get naked.  Right now.” He orders, still not facing you.  He focuses his eyes on the wall of your garage.  “You will leave your dirty clothes outside where they belong.  And you will crawl from the car into the house.”

You nibble at your lip, waiting for more instructions.  He turns and levels a look at you, and your body lights with fire.  

“I want you to retrieve your collar and the handcuffs and bring them to me in the bedroom. You will get in position for me.”

He looks at you once more, seeking your eyes for any sign of fear, anything to tell him he’s going too far.

While your heart races, you nod and swallow tightly. You’re scared but not enough to stop him. You have a safe word for a reason but you haven’t needed to use it yet and you trust Namjoon more than you trust yourself.

He takes stock of your agreement and exits the car, leaving you alone as he trudged up the stairs leading to the house.

It takes one shuddering breath before you step out of the car, peel your sweaty workout clothes off, and slide down to your knees. There're cameras in the garage for security, and you know he’s watching them to ensure you’re listening to his orders.  

The floor of the garage is dirty.  You take one movement forward and look at your hands to find they’re already covered in black soot from the dirt and oils of the car tires driving in and out.  You make a face but quickly pull out of it. This is your punishment.

You crawl up the steps and gingerly open the door, then make your way to your linen closet where your collar and handcuff remain when you’re not at home.

Namjoon gifted you with a home collar and a public collar. The public collar is a beautiful diamond circle pendant that hits right at the hollow of your throat.

The home collar, however, is made out of a study leather material, embedded with gorgeous diamonds.  It’s heavy against your throat when you wear it.  It’s a constant reminder of your subservient relationship to your Dom, your boyfriend.

The handcuffs hang from their specified hook.  Black leather with chains connecting the cuffs.  They’re strong, incredibly so, and the thought of being locked up makes your core tighten in excitement and fear.

With the items secure in your grasp, you return to your kneeling position and continue crawling towards the bedroom where your boyfriend awaits. Something inside you bubbles fiercely—what does he have planned for you?  It’s been awhile since you’ve been quite literally at his mercy.

Namjoon is standing in front of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as you enter the room. You keep your eyes down, not making contact until he instructs for you to do so. You can feel the power and heat oozing off him, surrounding him like a cloud of authority. You approach and sit in front of him, knees spread wide and sat back on your heels.  Your hands offer up the collar and the cuffs, palms up, as you avert his gaze.

“Look at you,” he tuts. “Filthy...”  He removes the collar and cuffs off your hands and gazes at the black soot remaining from the dirty garage floor,

“But it suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?”, his voice was almost mocking you, ‘’A dirty slut.’’

Quite literally.

Namjoon sets aside your collar on the edge of the bed before crouching in front of you, a lopsided grin curling on his lips as he grabs your wrists as to inspect them,

‘’Even your pretty little hands are soiled, angel.’’ he tsked in disapproval, the mere sound of it making you feel smaller, eyes still fixed on the floor. After all, he hadn’t told you to look at him as of yet.

You don’t know why you thought he would ask you to wash your hands, but you quickly threw aside your anticipations  as it catches you off guard with what he does next.

‘’Palms up, angel. Show me your hands.’’

A confused second passed, but you obliged nonetheless, raising both of your hands, palms up to him as if you were begging for something.

The mere sight was absolutely gorgeous to Namjoon.

Without a word, Namjoon collects enough saliva in his mouth, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands closer, letting his spit drip from his tongue down to pool in your hands. Your eyes widen as they stare at the floor, arms twitching instinctively at the foreign sensation.

His grasp around your wrists tightens, ‘’Stay still… Be a good girl, yeah?’’

You nod, relaxing your arms. However the muscles in them feel tired from holding them out for him like this. He knows, he can tell, but says nothing about it. He loves to watch you struggle, adamant to please him.

Besides, you deserve it, don’t you?

Once more, Namjoon spits in your hands. This time, it has a degrading intention; a harsh spitting sound as it lands in your hand. He stands up again, the angle even more delicious from above as he watches you obediently hold his pooled saliva like it was the most precious gift from him.

‘’Go on...  Clean up.’’

You bite your lip as the slick saliva spreads in your hands.  Your body thrums with humiliation and desire, mixing to make your legs quiver where they kneel before him.  You clasp your hands together and rub your boyfriends spit in your hands, attempting to remove as much of the dirt as possible with what he’s given you. It’s messy—the spit is black from the soot.  His eyes take you in, the image of you cleansing yourself with him, accepting his spit like the dirty whore you are, that he loves. It makes his cock throb in his jeans. Nothing gets him off quicker than putting you in your place, seeing you accept his degradation with pink cheeks and frightened eyes.

He pulls his shirt off his body and throws it to you carelessly.

“Use it to dry your hands,” he orders.  

You comply, wiping the last off you with his shirt.

“Let me see.”  You hold your hands up for him to inspect and he smirks, ‘’Good little slut.’’

His hands open the collar wide and you jerk slightly as you feel the pressure of it on your neck.  Namjoon pulls it tight around you for a moment, cutting off your air supply, before he releases and secures the collar to sit high on your throat.  The ‘O’ ring sits at the center proudly, a place he often uses to leash and drag you around like his pretty, perfect pet.

He moves away from you and towards the armoire at the side of your bedroom.  Your heart gallops wildly. The armoire is full of his toys, punishment and reward alike.  The unknowing of what he’s getting out to use on you has your cunt dripping with desire and fright.

There’s silence as he gathers his tools, then returns and places them on the nightstand.

“Look at me.” His voice is firm, unwavering.  

You let your eyes flick up to his and your breath catches.  He looks incredible.  Shirtless, tight pants straining with the bulge of his cock, power exuding from his very pores.   Your eyes dance on his chest for just a moment, soaking in the refined lines, then settle at his eyes.  They’re darkened with lust, with intention.  He looks at you like you are his next, and final, meal.

“I want you to bend over the bed. You will spread your legs and push out your pretty little ass.  I’m going to cane you for what you’ve done today.”

Your eyes widen, and he relishes in the fright lingering. He hasn’t used the cane on you in a long time.  It’s the most intense tools of impact you own—the one you’re most frightened of.

“You know your safe word, don’t you?” He asks.

You nod.

He tsks. “I asked you a question. Don’t make me open up that mouth for you. You won’t like what I’ll do.”

A shiver runs through you as you weakly open your mouth. “Yes, sir. My safe word is orange.”

He nods. “Good girl. Let’s hope we won’t need it and you’ll take what you are given, hm?” Another nod from you. “Now, do as you’re told.”

You hop up quickly, knees painfully red and sore now, and move towards the bed. You arch down, sticking your ass out towards your boyfriend and spreading your legs shoulder-length apart.  He can see all of you, slick folds weeping with desire and anticipation, legs shaking in fear and arousal.

It’s intoxicating to Namjoon, the way you behave and listen. He loves the fright inside you, the way it soaks your cunt for him.  He knows the cane is on the verge of being too much, he knows you’ll be weeping both from eyes and pussy at the end of it.

The wood is heavy in his hands.  The cane is only a bit longer than a paddle, but it packs an even more intense blow.  

“Tell me what you did today. Why do you deserve my cane?” He asks, allowing the cane to tap at your cheeks lightly.  It makes you jerk and clutch at the blankets below you.

“I—I was dancing with Jimin, sir,” you murmur, voice tight with anxiety.

“Ah ah, you weren’t just dancing,” he corrects. “Don’t pretend to be innocent.  You know what you did.”

As you open your mouth to speak, he brings the cane down at the tops of your thighs.   It cracks heavily on the skin and makes your knees give out. The sting is like white, hot fire on your thighs. It burns, and makes your cunt clench around nothing.  Tears spring at your eyes as you try to answer him.

“I was grinding on him!” you cry as your legs return to standing to accept the next blow.

“You were being a little. fucking. slut.” he intones, then punctuates his words with another whip of the cane—right at the center of your ass. The sound of it hitting your flesh echoes in the bedroom you share, and it makes you cry out in pain.  Your knuckles were white from the grasp of the blankets—tears flooding you and spilling onto the duvet. “Say it!” He orders.

You whimper through your words. “I was being a slut, sir!”

‘’That’s right, you were being a filthy, horny cockslut.’’ He snarls, another whip echoing in the room as it falls harshly on your skin, ‘’Horny for Jimin’s cock with the way you were grinding on him, by the looks of it, isn’t that right?’’

He laughs mockingly, landing another whip on the same spot he previously caned, it would definitely bruise. But you didn’t care. And neither did he, he fucking loves your cries.

‘’Tell me, who’s cock are you really a whore for?!’’

He holds the cane high, anticipating your answer.

‘’Y-yours, daddy-- p-please!’’ You cry out, clawing at the sheets, legs quivering.

‘’That’s right, but apparently, you didn’t remember that today, angel.’’ He says with an awfully calm voice, cane still held high.

He ends his caning with one final blow, and it makes your vision black out with the intensity.  You’re sobbing now, weeping into the blankets as your legs shake.  

It’s the most intense pain you’ve ever felt, ever been dealt from your loving boyfriend.  It forces you to understand just how upset you made him, just how angry watching you attempt to seduce another man makes him.

“You’re my little cumslut, you hear that? Mine!”

His hands smooth over your reddened ass, harsh burgundy lines marking where he punished you thoroughly.  It makes you whimper through your cries, his warm hands simultaneously soothing and agitating the marks.

He only remains for a moment, ensuring the flare of pain is soothed.  As sadistic as he is, he remains sane enough to ensure your safety.   Your whimpers have slowed slightly, and he takes it as his opportunity to move on.

He reaches for the handcuffs and takes advantage of your prone position, bent over the bed.  He works them around your wrists, tightening them just enough to leave you helpless.  He pulls you up and presses his back against you, face at your ear.

“You took your first punishment well,” he encourages as he licks a stripe on your throat, right above the collar that symbolizes you as his.  “But I’m not finished with you,” he sighs. “Little cock whores like you are never satisfied with just one little punishment, aren’t you?”

You sniffle and nod. “No sir, I n-need more.”

He chuckles—it’s dark and ominous.

“Dirty fucking slut.”

He turns you to face him and he kisses you roughly, no sign of the sweet and sensitive boyfriend. It’s the Jekyll to his Hyde; the sadistic Dom now kissing you cares only of getting off and making you take it.  

His mouth is fiery—teeth biting at your lips and growling when he slips his tongue in your mouth.

“Gonna make you remember who the fuck you belong to, baby girl,” he warns as he pulls away.  He urges you down to your knees and you’re easily complying.

His hands are at his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping and making your mouth salivate in anticipation.

He steps out of his jeans, and you’re rewarded with his thick cock springing free from the confines of his jeans. You should have expected your boyfriend to go without boxers, but it’s a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

“Look at you,” he notes. “So desperate for my cock.”  He grips it and teases it in front of you. You want to lean forward, capture it in your lips but you refrain and wait for the order.

“You think you deserve this? You think I should let you suck my dick after that little show you put on today?” He gives his length a stroke and it makes you nearly whine with need. “Little fucking bitch wants any cock she can get, why should I let you have mine?”

Your eyes shine with tears, still lingering from your caning and refreshing now with wet, hot desire for him.

“Beg.” He orders, holding his dick in front of your face tauntingly.

“P-please, daddy. Let me suck your cock,” you blubber. “Let me show you that you’re the only cock I need.”

He hums and strokes himself. Watching you nearly weep with want and beg to suck him off has his head reeling. The power rushes through his veins like a drug.

“I think you can do better than that,” he sighs. “Why shouldn’t I just jerk myself off and cum on that pretty face of yours?”

Tears freely spill down your face now. “I want you to use me, I want to let you fuck my throat raw, please, sir!” You sound completely gone and Namjoon feels his impossibly hard cock flex at your needy tone. “Please fuck my throat like the cock whore I am!”

“That’s fucking right,” he grunts. “Open that fucking mouth for me.”  Your mouth opens and he’s leaning down to spit harshly at your waiting tongue. It makes you jerk, but you reserve yourself and accept it. “Filthy little bitch.”

He moves forward and sets his cock on your tongue and almost groans at the feel of your hot mouth, swirling with his spit now.

“Make me cum with your mouth, you don’t get to use those hands today.”

He wastes no time on shoving his length into you and down your throat. He gives a few precursory thrusts and sighs as he feels your throat gagging around him and hears your desperate, wet sounds. Tears flow freely—your mascara is smearing down your face as you look up at him, mouth stuffed full.  It’s the prettiest sight he thinks he’s ever seen. You’re desperate, absolutely fucked out for him. Saliva dribbles down your mouth and he fucking loves it when you become a mess on his cock.

“Pathetic.’’ He murmurs. But truly, he thinks it was beautiful—the way you desperately take his cock down your throat, the needy look in your teary eyes and the muffled whines vibrating in your throat at his fake disapproval. It makes you work harder, eager to make him feel good.

You bob your head, keeping your eyes locked on Namjoon—he loves it when you’re giving him your undivided attention.  It’s sloppy, and you’re loud. Namjoon fucking lives for when all your inhibitions are gone and you’re wanton and horny like a porn star desperate for work.

“Fuck, such a good throat,” he drags a finger up it as he forces his cock to the back of your mouth. He can feel the ridge of his cock through your neck and he nearly cums from that alone.  “Taking it so fucking good.”  He grips your head and desperately fucks into your mouth.  You squeeze your eyes shut and will your gag reflex away, let him use you as he sees fit. You egg him in with licks of your tongue as he thrusts in and out, and by the filthy noises you make with each press.

Saliva is dropping out of your lips, and his it covers his cock. Namjoon feels his balls tighten impossibly and knows he’s close.

“Does my cockslut want daddy’s cum? You want me to coat that little throat with it?” He keeps his pace and you nod through your tears.  He grunts his approval and picks up the pace, only to explode through his orgasm soon after. His cock pulses as he emptied himself into your mouth and throat, and you suck harder as if thirsty for it.

He pulls it out a moment later with a sated sigh. “My little cum dump,” he smirks as he runs a finger over your lips.  “Swallow it all.”  You nod and visibly swallow his load, then hold your tongue out to prove it.

“Shit—so good. You’re such a whore you could drink my cum all day, couldn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper. Your throat is rough and sore from his thrusts but you can’t find it in you to care, not even a little bit.

You remain on your knees and he puts a finger under your chin and lifts it higher. “Doing so good, angel. Making me proud.”

It makes your heart nearly implode.  Namjoon is sadistic and thrills in your anguish, but loves you all the same.  He knows you’re not just able to take it, but you’re desperate to take it. You trust him to never hurt you in a way you couldn’t handle.

“Still have more for you, little one. I don’t think you quite understand who this body belongs to.”

Your eyes shine with excitement and Namjoon can’t help but to smile at it. He uncuffs you and you look perplexed. He never lets you out early.

“Up on the bed, on your back,” he states as he ignores your questioning look. You know better than to deny his order, so you rub at your wrists as you move towards the bed.  Your knees are still throbbing from the pressure and you heave a pleased sigh as you melt into the mattress.

“I wouldn’t feel too comfortable,” he chuckles. “It won’t last long.”  

In Namjoon’s hands is red shibari rope. It makes your stomach flip. It’s been so long since he’s trussed you up and it thrills you to see the familiar smooth bindings.

“Thighs to your chest,” he orders. “Spread them wide, show me this needy little cunt.”  

You do as he says, pulling your thighs up to meet your chest and spreading them open. He stares at your core, it’s dripping now. It drips down you and stains the comforter.  Namjoon tuts. If you’re this wet already, he knows he will need to change the sheets after he’s done with you.

“Look at you,” he intones. “A dumb little slut, open and ready for any cock she can get.”  He drags a finger up and down your thigh.

Namjoon gets to work. He loves the way he loses himself in the art of tying you up. He loves watching your chest rise and fall and the little squeaks that come out of your mouth as he knots you up.  He loops the rope around the left thigh, then draws in your left calf to tie it in.  You’ll be spread open, unable to stretch your legs out until he gives you permission.  

He glances up at you every so often as he continues, checking to make sure he’s not cutting off any vital circulation. As cruel as he is, he doesn’t intend to actually maim you.  You never show a sign of pain, just the glazed look you hold as your body gives in to your subservient intuition.  It makes Joon smile and his heart clench in his chest.  He really fucking loves you.

You’re soon tied up completely from the waist down, both legs tied together and spread open with pussy on display. Your hands are free and just as you’re about to relish in it, Namjoon is looping more rope to tie each wrist to a bedpost. He grins as you gasp. You’re completely tied up and at his will, and you’re embarrassed at how open you are in front of him, how dripping wet you get from being tied up and useless.

Namjoon is moving around and you suddenly hear a vibration and it gets closer as he approaches you.

“Gonna make you cum for me, babygirl...  Gonna play with you until you fucking squirt everywhere.”

Your legs clench together as you notice he is holding a Hitachi wand in his hand.  You know the power it wields.  It brings you to your finish nearly instantaneously.  Which means Namjoon has decided your next punishment will be denying you any orgasm and continually bringing you to the edge… or making you cum so much your cunt hurts.   You don’t know which is worse.

He notices the look on your face and grins.  “Yeah, you know what this is, don’t you?”

Namjoon places the bulbous head of the wand on your cunt and you cry out instantly.  He drags it up and down your drenched slit and you’re already feeling so close to the edge.

“You better fucking scream, don’t hold back,” he orders. “Remind this whole fucking neighborhood who gets you off. Make sure Park fucking Jimin hears it.”

He stops rubbing it up and down and lets it sit right on your clit and watches your face contort as your tied legs struggle against the wrappings.  It’s too much, it feels like you’ve been lit up.  Namjoon gloats in your struggle.   He sees your cunt dripping with increasing fervor, can tell you’re squeezing those walls around nothing.  He can’t wait to bury himself inside you once and for all and coat your walls with his cum.

“You know you better fucking ask permission to cum,” he reminds you.  “You better not cum unless I tell you.”

Your tear-streaked face is twisted in pleasure, in pain.  You feel yourself unwinding, increasing towards your finish like a bullet.  

“D-Daddy! Please! I need to cum! Please!” You’re begging harder than you’ve begged in your life, you’re certain.  It feels like the string inside you will snap any second now and you’re holding off the orgasm as hard as you can.  Without the use of your legs, you find yourself unable to slow the inevitable.

“No,” he states firmly.  “Fucking take it. You can keep going.”  He growls his words and watches as your cunt is helpless.  “Little whores like you can fucking take it.”

It’s useless, you’re falling apart at the seams.  You’re pleading with him to let you cum, legs now completely convulsing in their restraints.  It snaps, the coil inside bursts and you’re careening towards the end.  You whine and cry helplessly as your pussy pulsates around nothing and oozes out your arousal.  Your face burns in shame as you come down-—you know exactly what you’ve done wrong.

“S-sorry! I’m so sorry, Daddy!” Tears fall harder and you’re gasping for his forgiveness, for his mercy.  “I’m so sorry!”

‘‘Tsk, tsk.’’ Namjoon tuts.  “My little slut couldn’t even follow her one and only instruction.’’  He removes the wand for just a moment.  “You better fucking listen this time.”

Your body feels overstimulated.  The pleasure is bordering on painful and you yelp as Namjoon places it back on your overworked clit.  

“You can make up for it if you squirt for me,”  he grits.  “Maybe I’ll stick my fingers in this tight cunt.  Always so desperate for Daddy’s help, aren’t you?”

You whine at the thought of him filling you, but it’s overtaken by the feeling of the wand back on you.  It’s painful, but it feels so good.  Your body is held back by one single tripwire, ready to snap at any moment.  Namjoon knew that restraining your arms and legs left you completely helpless to slow your own orgasms.  He wanted you to fail, wanted to punish you for cumming when he knew damn well you wouldn’t last a fucking second under the wand’s vibrations.

“P--please!” your whines are breathy.  You feel as if you’ve just run a marathon and you’re desperate for air.  Your entire body is singing with rapture, with pain.  You feel a deep desperation to feel him inside you.  “I need you! Need your fingers!”

Namjoon groans at the sound of your whines.  It’s his favorite, when you’ve finally snapped past a breaking point and he pushes you beyond.  The way you’re desperate, begging and crying for him is pathetic. He fucking loves it.

“Fuck, listen to yourself,” he comments.  His cock is raging again, hard and ready to bury itself inside you.  But he waits.  He’s nothing but patient for you.  “You sound like a little fucking whore.  Are you Jimin’s whore?”

You blubber a cry and shake your head, feeling the oncoming orgasm approaching again.  It feels even more intense.  

“No! I’m yours! O-only yours, Daddy!”  The simple crying is turning into sobs and you both can tell you’re nearly on the edge.

“That’s fucking right,” he snarls.  “This pussy belongs to me.  Not fucking Jimin. Not even you. I own you.” His words run cold through your body, it feels as if your veins have iced over.  You’re absolutely under his spell and control, and you’ve never loved anyone more.

“Cum for me, filthy slut.  Let me see you get Daddy nice and messy.”  He shoves two fingers inside you, and curls them to reach the spot that has you reeling. He knows he’s made it when you’re arching on the bed and screaming through your sobs.  

“G-gonna cum, oh god--” you’re gasping for air, greedy for it.  “There, f-fuck!”

The orgasm that hits you is stronger than any before.  It feels like your cunt turns into a vice and you’re squeezing around his fingers so hard it makes Namjoon hiss.  Your body spasmed and trembled as you came, and finally Namjoon is rewarded when your cunt gushes all over his fingers, dripping down his hand.

“Holy shit,” he gapes as you finally return to earth from your skyhigh completion.  “Dirty fucking slut.  You did so good.”

Namjoon’s cock is pulsating.  He’s sure if he doesn’t get inside you, now, he’ll shatter.

“Nasty whore is going to get one more.  You’re gonna cum on Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”  

You’re nodding weakly.  You’re far gone, mind so dizzyingly high and body exhausted.  “P-please, need you.”

He takes no care to line himself up or take time.  He’s pressing against your hole in one moment and is buried to the hilt the next.  You’re so wet it feels like he’s drowning and he throws his head back in bliss.  Even after two explosive orgasms you’re tight around him, molding around each ridge of his cock.

“Oh, god--” he groans.  “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever been in.” The praise doesn’t last long, so you soak it in while it lasts, ‘’Gonna pump you full of my cum, angel-- f-fuck..’’  You’re crying and whining as he pumps into you.  It feels so good.

‘’Gonna have you nice and swollen with my child, so everybody knows just who the fuck this little whore belongs to.’’  His thrusts are so powerful that it’s almost as if he’s trying to fuse with you, he’s no longer holding back any reservations.  His hips bump against you as he stuffs you full, chasing his end.  He drops a hand to your clit, knowing it’s battered from the wand but can’t find it in him to care anyway.  He wants you to orgasm again, and he’s going to get it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?  To be so plump and pregnant that everyone will know what a depraved, little bitch in heat you are for me.”

Impossibly, you feel your belly tighten and tug and you’re edging closer and closer to yet another orgasm that Namjoon will wrench out of you. You’re crying out, only able to whine and sob his name.  He’s fucked the ability to talk right out of you, and you can only think about Namjoon and his fat cock drilling into you and filling you up as if his life depended on it.  

Namjoon loves it when you’re fucked out completely. He can tell he’s close, and nearing closer as he watches your sobbing face, smeared with mascara, cry and gasp for his cum.  He could cum from watching you beg alone, and now as he pounds into your juicy cunt he’s surrounded in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum--fuck. Gonna fucking fill you,” he hisses as he thrusts so hard it’s nearly bruising.  His grip on your hips tighten, blunt nails digging into your skin as he lets out a loud and guttural moan as his cock desperately throbs inside of you.  He keeps his power, but the pace dies down with each thrust.  He fucks his cum deep inside you, and rubs at your clit punishingly.  His warm seed jammed inside you snaps everything and you’re crying pathetically as you reach your high, walls contracting and milking him.  Your vision is black and you only hear the rush of your blood in your ears.

It takes a few stuttering breaths to finally come to, and your vision returns to normal.  Namjoon remains buried inside you and he’s panting just as hard as you.  You’re both dripping in sweat and covered in your combined juices.  He cups a hand on the side of your face and smiles at you as you both attempt to return to normal.

“That was good, wasn’t it?” He asks with a chuckle.  He slowly pulls out of you and you’re wincing at the loss.  You’re sure you won’t be able to walk, let alone even stand.

You nod gingerly. “Really fucking good.” you whisper. Everything is sore, and it’s a feeling you can’t compare to anything.  It’s a burning ache that reminds you of Namjoon, of your love, of the trust you willingly hand over to him and the bliss he gives in return.  

“Let’s run a bath,” he states as he leans down to kiss you, pressing his lips on yours in a sweet kiss.  The Namjoon you love is back, the sweet and compassionate lover who cares about every single aspect of you.

“I would love that,” you sigh.  “But, could we maybe untie my legs before I lose any more circulation?”

The both of you erupt into laughter as his hands work over the intricate knots.  He winks.

“Needy little whore.”

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[karasunology]

━ ❛ ➶ LOVE IN TRANSLATION ❜

➜ a walk through of oikawa's love language told through headcanons.

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ oikawa tooru <3

[ ♡ ] you've received two love notes from jae ! would you like to read both of them ?

💌 . . . TOORU🚪OIKAWAS ❌ FAVORITE 🎂 FOOD 🥘 IS 🕊 MILK 🥛 BREAD 🍞 HIS 🤤 PERSONAL 📽 MOTTO 🏛 IS 🚕 IF 🦽 YOURE 🧿 GONNA 📈 HIT 🚢 IT 🥃 HIT 🤾 IT 🏐 TIL 💡 IT 📬 BREAKS 🚫

💌 . . . dedicated to my fellow oikawa bitches and these lovely people that helped me put this shit together @tetsuwhore , @miel-meraki , @paripedia , @owlywrites i appreciate y'all😈💞

OIKAWA TOORU.

➜ oikawa is a passionate guy, so if he ever finds someone ― that being you ― that he knows will be worth being with, he'd be very much devoted to you as much he is devoted to volleyball.

➜ oikawa probably doesn't even have an ideal type i would like to say, since he's prolly too busy no thoughts, head empty & just volleyball, to even actually THINK of his own ideal type for an s/o

➜ but he didn't even need an ideal type ― all he wants is for someone to be understanding with his passion for volleyball and just him as a person

➜ and that person was you

➜ you were not only understanding his passion for the sport ― whether or not you play it too ― but you also support him in his games, which somehow was quite a darastic refreshing experience compared to his fangirls.

➜ you started out as a friend, a good one, but it didn't take him long for him to see you in a completely 180° angle.

➜ an angle that he wanted you to see him in too.

➜ he only probably had one or two girlfriends ― both probably dumping him because of volleyball, and he couldn't risk his chances with you.

➜ so when y'all FINALLY got together, he was a bit more clingier to you ― too scared to loose you because he isn't paying attention to you

➜ so when you learned that he was like that because he was terrified of you breaking up with him because he was too focused on volleyball, YOU WERE HAVING NONE OF IT !!! 😡🙅❌

➜ no sirrrr

➜ and when you guys talked it out with you reassuring him that you love him AND HIS UNCONDITIONAL PASSION for volleyball??? MANS ALMOST GOT UP TO TAKE YOU TO THE NEAREST CHURCH AND MARRY YOU RIGHT THEN AND THERE OMG

➜ oikawa : i aM KNEELING IN ONE KNEE BABE 👁👄👁💧💍

➜ mans was all 🏩💒💍🥰

➜ and that's when he knew that he would never fall in love with anyone again if they weren't you in a different life

➜ fuck man why do you got me on my feels like wtf tooru who gave to the right to make me feel like that

➜ loves pda, but not too much of it, you get me??

➜ like he could do it when his fangirls were there to ward them off, and with his teammates around.

➜ but he wouldn't be all over you in the middle of a crowded streets

➜ speaking of his fangirls, he fEELS SO BAD AND GUILTY THAT HE HAS THEM especially when they just crowd over him even tho they know his S/O IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE BEING ALMOST TRAMPLED ON JSJSJSJSJ

➜ he used to love the attention but now all he wants was yours

➜ holy shit man that's tEETH ROTTENING TOORU

➜ so he knows he can't do much about his fangirls knowing that they're just there to support him too and give him love, but of course he'd definitely let borrow you HIS jersey and only you to let them know who's superior

➜ ✨y/n supremacy✨

➜ never wants to make you uncomfortable with his affections, he's also a very understanding guy and he'd never make you do something you don't want to

➜ that doesnt only apply to pda and stuff, just overall everything

➜ HE IS SO PRECIOUS OH MY GOD PLEASE TAKE GOOD CARE OF HIM FOR ME😭

➜ do😢 it😤 for😆 oikawa����tooru🚪

➜ HE'S A HOPELESS ROMANTIC Y'ALL

➜ like for real,,,,,

➜ when you do this thing where you take off his glasses at home just to kiss the bridge of his nose? MMMMM MANS A SUCKER FOR THAT

➜ LIKE BABY HEART EYES

➜ would be 10× clingier to you whenever you do something that made his heart palpitate like it's blasting tf off from earth to meet god himself mm sounds like a plan sir <3

“ but y/nnn-chann, you don't know what you're doing to be and it's unfair even for me ” he'd whine, as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, burrying his head to your neck with a pout rested on his lips.

➜ one of his favourite intimacy with you is kissing you, like call him old fashion or whatever but that mans is hearing NONE OF IT

➜ oikawa : call me old fashioned but i was raised to serve my spouse. i clean the dishes and cook their food. i do whatever they says bc they are my spouse and they make the rules around the house. they own me. i am their property. if they ever cheat on me it's bc i was lacking

➜ he loves getting his nose kissed but he loves kissing yours too

➜ like the first time he did it was a forehead kiss gone wrong and he accidentally kissed your nose leaving him UTTERLY FLUSHED AND EMBARESSED, he has never been so hot-faced before because he thought he just embaressed himself in front of you and aHhhh

➜ YO MANS GONNA BE THAT GIRL WHO FARTED ON CAMERA THAT PLAYED IT OF THAT IT WAS A GHOST

➜ like when he plays it off that he didn't just accidentally kiss ur nose <3

➜ same energy, same chaotic energy.

➜ LOVES IT WHEN YOU KISS HIS TEMPLES AFTER PRACTICE WHEN HE COMES TO CUDDLE YOU AFTER TAKING A LONG BATH BECAUSE PRACTICE WAS A BIT TOO MUCH THAT DAY

➜ just what @tetsuwhore discussed in her ted talk hosted in my inbox, oikawa does NOT only leans on traditional physical affections

➜ like there'd be a day where he'd be randomly clingier and very vocal of his adoration towards you. he'd be nibbling your ears, whispering sweet nothingness and telling you everthing he loves about you; from your acne to your moles

➜ if you got freckles? you bet he'd make constellations of them, connecting them with a pen, and would 100% make up his own constellation name for them AHHH SO ADORABLE

➜ he's a soft dork please please take dont hurt him or I WILL HURT U🔪

➜ and of course you'd hAVE TO give it back to him, like 10 folds, because this baby boy gets REALLY INSECURE and needs dem assurance okay???

➜ like if you ever noticed that he seemed a lot gloomier or especially pressured with up coming matches, or when he does bad at practice, AND YOU TREAT HIM RIGHT AND GIVE HIM CONSTANT RESSURANCE AND LOVE THAT HE DESERVES ( as you should💅 ) mf would would fall in love with you all over again

➜ please do it, give him love he needs

➜ i could see him be vulnerable in front of you when he's that comfortable with ur relationship that he gets to express his worries about beating kageyama or ushijima

➜ or even his guilt when he almost hut his underclassmen because of the pressure he felt while being in the wrong headspace

➜ and that's when you know that he completely trusts you

➜ loves to spoil you !! especially when he finally got a stable slot in the volleyball industry profession

➜ a thank you for dealing with his clingy shit <3 but ig u could never really get rid of him, you love him too much to do that

➜ this mf buys milkbread and SAYS IT'S FOR YOU BUT YOU AREN'T THE ONE CAUGHT AT 2 AM SNACKING ON MILKBREAD WHILE REWATCHING MATCHES IN THE KITCHEN

➜ bold of u to assume that he actually bought it for u <3