#you’re making my brain short circuit anon

[lecarouge]

See and the thing is, is I don't really see bachira being too physical (punishment wise) with his darling

I feel like eye contact would be something super important to him and would be like 'not looking = not listening'

So I do see him being the type to grab their face and force eye contact with him, especially when he wants to get the point across. Since he's so good at isolating you though, I can see his punishments being more along the lines of ignoring you when you've done something wrong. You'd have no one to talk to, you've practically had everyone cut out of your life at this point and good luck getting Isagi to talk to you.

I feel like the physical punishments would lean more on Isagi, and even then I'm kinda like mmm idk if they would, but they might? Any ideas on punishments between these two dudes?

BIG on the eye contact, you’re so real for that one.

And i agree abt the punishments, I don’t think either of them like hurting you if they absolutely have to. (Bachira probably chews Isagi out for kicking you sobs)

I get the feeling that Isagi guilt trips you severely. Don’t they take good care of you? Don’t they do enough? You’re being a real brat, you know? And, you’ve really upset Bachira. Think about what you’ve done, okay? (I think Isagi likes making you cry)

Bachira will completely ignore you (which is harder on him than you think he loves you so much) until you’re sobbing at his feet and begging for forgiveness. He’s quick to console you, because he missed touching and talking to you too. You scared them, so don’t do anything like that again, okay?

[dwaekkicidal]

Toys with Han

wc» ~900

cw» not really proofread, fem!reader, sex toy usage, vibrators (m & f receiving), mentions of unprotected p in v, mentions of multiple rounds + overstim, i think thats it?

an» for u my 🥢 anon <3 i wanted to write out ji's so ill do that hehe

'Toys' Masterlist

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His favorite: Hitachi wand.

Hannie looooves this toy, and it’s mainly because both of you can use it!! Either on each other or on yourselves~ But boy does he love fucking your brains out while using it on you…

“J-Ji!”

“That’s right pretty, cry my name more~” His hips roll into you perfectly as your knees try their best to close around his small waist. He grunts and pushes the fat tip of the vibrator harder against your clit and times it with a particularly hard thrust. “Ah-ah, be good for me, mamas.” Your nails can’t help but dig further into his forearm and the sheets as you feel another orgasm building up.

Each one has been more intense than the last, and you can feel your conscience slipping from you as this one takes the cake for being the strongest. You shake aggressively under him and feel your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you gush around him. It’s not quite enough for you to realize that you’re squirting right away, but it’s just enough for him to realize and fuck you harder through it, sending himself through his own orgasm.

“Holy shit, baby!” He laughs and throws the toy to the side, not bothering to turn it off before he pulls out. He jerks himself off fast and uses his free hand to rub back and forth on your cunt, making your release splatter all over your legs and onto his arm. You vaguely hear some more comments before you feel him cum on your stomach, some of it landing right where his hand caresses your damp thigh.

Your chest is still heaving by the time you’ve even slightly calmed down, but Han has already turned the vibrator off and is hovering above you, leaving featherlight kisses along your face. They trail down until he’s at your jaw, where he nibbles lightly and whines, “That was so fucking hot…” You can feel his cock already twitching back to life against your thigh.

“I wanna go again, honey... Can you handle more?” You shake your head fervently and he hums alongside a laugh.

Once you’ve returned to this plane of existence, you push him off of you, interrupting his kisses and getting complaints in response. He continues to whine until you climb on top of him and straddle his thighs, then he smirks up at you and tilts his head playfully. His equally playful “Yeah?” makes your head spin and you quickly hush him with a kiss. Just one short enough to distract him and allow you to reach for the tossed, turned-off vibrator.

The way he doesn’t notice right off the bat is enough to almost make you laugh, he was so caught up with sticking his tongue down your throat that he didn’t hear the buzzing start up again. It wasn’t until you slid it between the two of you that he noticed, and by the time that happened it was already too late. You wrapped a hand around his base to hold him still as your other hand lightly traced the vibrator up and down his length at the lowest speed.

His eyebrows furrow and he short circuits- he stopped moving his lips completely as his jaw dropped in the middle of the kiss. You were so close that you could hear each time his breath caught in his lungs, and it only egged you on further. It was your turn to make him the mess, and you quickly took advantage of him being distracted by licking a long stripe down his neck.

“Jagi…” His voice was shaky but he still tilted his head to the side for you to have more room to work with, almost instinctively. You simply hum in response and turn it up a notch, frowning into his neck when you realize he’s biting down on his lip. “Hey. I was good for you, why can’t you be good for me now?” You bite down on his neck to prove ur point and he finally caves, releasing his swollen lips with a shaky exhale that turns into a moan when you press the vibrator to his tip.

“My baby… Ffuck- ‘ma cum.” He swallows the drool pooling in his mouth and starts thrusting his hips towards you, pushing the vibrator down his shaft on his own. His jaw drops into a loud gasp and his eyes squeeze shut as you tsk and trace the tip of the vibrator in circles around his tip, sometimes adding extra pressure to tease him further. Your lips latch onto his neck and you suck dark marks into his Adam's apple.

“Cum for me, please~” Your voice is low against his neck, making him shiver as he feels his orgasm on its cusp. What finally sends him over the edge is when you crane your neck down more and lick a circle around his nipple, biting down just under his tattoo where his skin was beautiful but unmarked.

You look up in time to see his gaze land on you. His eyes are dark and lidded but you can see the fire in them as he growls and paints your hand and his stomach in his cum. His eyes narrow further as you giggle and lay down to lick up his stomach, cleaning him up while intentionally riling him up again. You don’t turn the vibrator off, only turning it down to the lowest setting before you ghost it at his base.

“C’mon, Daddy. You can do it again~”

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[dipperscavern]

cregan fr the type to not be able to look at u when u do things when the relationship is new bc he literally would have to kiss the fuck out of u or get completely lost in thought (yk the tiktork trend that’s like the voice fading into “blah blah blah” & not being able to focus that’s so cregan) so ur not used to his full attention and now that he gives it to u ALL THE DAMN TIME. u dont know what to do when his entire presence is literally attuned to u and ur every move. always has a hand on u. EYE CONTACCTTT. casual touches of like, adjusting your collar to make sure ur fur will reach up to ur jawline or putting ur hands in ur gloves or fully putting his hands on ur hips to steer u in the right direction before a single hand on the lower back replaces them to guide u. like i literally. im that squidward meme where he’s holding up the papers with the insane grin. i need him. biblically. refuses to sleep without u. refuses to work late bc he knows ur in bed. comfy cozy. without him?? simply unacceptable. gets back to ur chambers and just strips before crawling into bed in record time, pulling u into him and just letting out the craziest sigh, relaxed. oh my god imagine playing w his hair😫 i know his leg would fuckjng twitch if u hit the spot like right above the ear lord when will it be my turn DAMN this was crazy sorry dippy

babe. you can’t just. i can’t write anything for y’all if you make my brain short circuit. i don’t even… have anything to add to this its is all PERFECT. ITS CANON. DO NOT STOP SPEAKING.

cregan not being able to focus is so real. you’re talking to him about something and man is not even blinking. his eyes flicker from yours to your lips, back to your eyes then your lips again. and he’s staring at you with this smirk on his face and you’re just like

“And I-. Do you hear me, Cregan?”

and he just leans in, kissing you long & hard. makes your eyes flutter shut, and he gives you another peck before pulling away.

“Aye. Go on.”

HIS ATTENTION IS ALWAYS ON YOU. HES ATTUNED TO YOUR EVERY MOVE. CASUAL TOUCHES. FIXING THE FUR TO COVER YOUR JAWLINE. GODDD. HE DOES REFUSE TO SLEEP WITHOUT YOU. AND THE HAIR THING. MAN JUST LEANS INTO YOU.

do not ever apologize for your DELICIOUS thoughts. i want more. GOD. IM SUPPOSED TO BE FEEDING YALL AND HERE YOU ARE FEEDING ME… I HEARBY DECREE THEE SQUIDWARD ANON

[lavendermin]

Your Jing Yuan breeding kink hcs saved me, thank you, thank you (I too, want to be pampered and taken care of by Xianzhou Luofu's kind, handsome and strong general without having to think about paying taxes or rent)

Jing yuan breeding kink brainworms going crazy chewing on my brain cables to make me short circuit. ANON IM GOING INSANE. Just thinking about him again made me black out as I wrote this whole thing. It was supposed to be a simple short answer but well… here we are…

—

Jing Yuan, your sweet and delightful husband who discovers his breeding kink (perhaps even a pregnancy kink, the night is young and we’re all insane here). It starts off innocently and then slowly trickles into a little obsession— sexually repressed old man who is centuries old discovers kinks! Wow!

cw | smut, minors dni, breeding kink, pregnancy, just jing yuan discovering his nasty side idk what to tell you

There are a few colleagues around who are in some stage of their pregnancy and soon headed into maternity leave. Being the general, of course he has extended his congratulations and well wishes to them before they’re off for a few months. The ladies in turn cannot help but prod if he has children of his own.

Surely, it should be well-known fact… maybe? He is quite the private man despite his high ranking position. No one aside from a very few select individuals even knew of you being his wife for the longest time. Never even knew the General was dating anyone.

So they can’t help but be curious, “General you must know what it’s like. Haven’t you children of your own by now with your spouse?”

He only smiles and chuckles fondly. The first seed of want, now firmly planted in his subconscious. Oh how the expecting mothers dote on him and say his children surely must look like the spitting image of him. All fluffy, silvery hair and kind eyes (Do they assume he’s the only one making them? What about your genes?). And he has to unfortunately let them down with amused, gentle smiles that, no, he has not had children.

Yet, some part of him whispers. A part that lays dormant for now.

The seed of desire takes root when he’s home with you and you’re fussing lightheartedly over Yanqing’s attire. Worrying over the young boy being out too late and skipping lunch. He wonders when it became so natural for you to fall into step as a mother-figure for his retainer. In little things, he notes. It’s not outright but it’s enough to make him pause and take it in. Chew it and over think it— let it linger in the back of his throat like the burn from a fine drink.

A mother… The thought is fleeting— a whisper unheard and carried with the breeze as Jing Yuan idles next to you in the gardens of his home.

Those next coming nights, for weeks on end, Jing Yuan is plagued with dreams of pressing himself deep within you. He fills your womb, whispering praise and prayer to your ear as he desperately begs you to bear his children. It’s something so carnal and raw and desperate he wakes up with a start, body drenched in a sheen of sweat and a throbbing erection. He’s panting lightly, having to go to the bathroom to sort out his little… problem in the middle of the night while you’re sound asleep, none the wiser to your husband’s evolving desires.

He doesn’t know what’s more torturous— closing his eyes and dreaming of breeding you until you’re both incoherent or looking at you while you sleep, daydreaming of your soft belly rounding out as the months ago by. Hips soft and just noticeably wider, breasts plump and full, and you’re glowing and–

Aeons, he’s hard again for the 3rd time that night.

The general, respected and composed and perfect, coming undone—untouched—at the thought of you having children with him. Part of him is a little distraught but, he thinks, he just loves his wife that much.

And he’s not wrong.

When he has you gasping and begging for release under him on the rare occasion he has time to love you how he wants, it devolves into fucking you into the mattress with a wild look in his eyes. Honeyed gaze watching you plead and fall apart under him as he now practically has you folded in half, his large hands sinking into the plush of your thighs as he presses them to your chest.

Usually he opts for pulling out and finishing on your tummy, but that night it’s like the aeons are working against him (or maybe with him? Lan the wing man, who knows). You’re begging and clawing at his back as he pounds into you approaching his climax— pleading and slurring your words of please please please Yuan inside– I want– I want it inside please please hurry h-harder please!

You’re playing with the thin strand of sanity he has left. Any semblance of decorum and gentle, vanilla husband is not worth it if it’s keeping your womb empty. But Jing Yuan will spoil his wife always and foremost. If it’s what his wife wants, he won’t hold back.

[cosmic-expressions]

⋮ ♯; ⤷ CAN'T HELP IT, I JUST MISSED YOU .ᐟ

ANON SAID: saw you opening ask and the caelus tag 👀 i just HAVE to. so.... imagine waiting for them at the express while they're in a longg mission, missing them so much you just gotta wear their jacket/clothes and sleeping on their bed because you miss their scent. then one late night they came back exhausted, beaten up and pent up from the long weeks of not meeting you. only to see you bundled up under their blanket and wearing their clothes, too big on you, with not much anything under .....you can take care of the rest ;P it doesn't have to be Caelus only! any character tbh. or how about both Caelus and Dan Heng 👀👀 anw tysm! i understand if you don't reply to this <33

caelus x fem!reader; smut; petnames (good girl, princess, baby, dear, etc); f!masturbation, unprotected piv; foul language(???) // dan heng x fem!reader; smut; petnames (sweetheart, sweetie, etc), praise (i guess??); fingering, handjob // caelus x fem!reader x dan heng; smut; petnames (mix of those listed above); oral (f!receiving), f!masturbation, lmk if other warnings apply a/n: mb it's so short but I every time I try to think about it more my brain just says adios amigo so. yeah. that's that on that. enjoy

CAELUS ―୨୧⋆˚

he’s tired. pent up. the mission was tough and stressful but thankfully it’s finally over. so now he can finally meet with you, his beloved good girl, the one he loves to hold, loves to touch, loves to have close–

“baby?”

his voice has you all excited, making you gasp softly and get up from his bed in seconds. you just throw yourself on him, nuzzling into his neck and placing soft kisses in the crook of his shoulder, all while smiling.

“welcome back,” you murmur, voice gentle and loving, just like your touch. you speak something more, but caelus doesn’t register a word; all he can focus on is your outfit. his t-shirt apparently serving as your nightgown with nothing underneath, successfully revealing your hardened nipples and…

“were you touching yourself just now?”

his tone is soft and somewhat teasing; he doesn’t mind you playing with yourself because he does that a lot as well, all to the thoughts of you. but knowing you were in the middle of it all while wearing his clothes and doing it on his bed…

“i missed you too much- couldn’t really help it, dear…” you murmur back with arms still over his shoulders and with your lips glued to his neck.

“missed you too, lovely- fuck!” caelus groans and throws his head back, almost cumming in his pants when you gently palm his painful bulge. you’ll be the death of him.

he doesn’t waste much time undressing, moving frantically just to get to touch you as quickly as he can. and when he finally does, oh aeons, his brain short circuits.

“oh- fuck! cae-caelus-!” you moan desperately when you finally feel your beloved boyfriend filling you up with his cock, throbbing and rock hard; no matter how hard you try, you and your fingers are not enough anymore to make you feel as good as with caelus.

“shit-! princess, i missed you so bad, you know? you and your- fuck- and your pussy, and your lips, and your-” he and his gleeful mumbling are quickly muffled by the sloppy kiss you two share. you’re moaning into each other’s mouth, kiss soon becomes a mess of tongue and saliva. “princess, i can’t- can’t last long, gonna-!”

his thrusts are all fast and needy, yet you still feel the love emanating from him. even if he’s humping and drilling his cock relentlessly into your wet and tight hole, he still can’t get enough of you. he’s on the edge, almost crying from joy because he’s finally with you.

caelus indeed doesn’t last long and neither do you, but that doesn’t stop both of you from staying up the whole night, messing up the sheets with sweat and cum. 

DAN HENG ♡꒱

poor archivist came back stressed and lonely, needing your company (and maybe something else) to recharge his will to live. so it’s no wonder he joins you on his bed, laying down beside you, ready to snuggle up and cuddle–

but then he notices.

“you’re back!” this quiet and tired yet still joyous little squeak gets dan heng out of his haze. he’s staring at you in awe and something else, something primal but also loving, all while you cuddle up to his chest, arms splattered over his shoulders.

“y-yeah-” is all dan heng can muster up to say, too enamored by the sight of his hoodie on you, paired with those pajama shorts that always drive him insane. his arms quickly snake up around you, holding you tight against him while a sense of possessiveness and sweet need washes over the poor man. “sweetheart- is this? my hoodie?”

“i just couldn’t help myself- i missed you too bad…” with a slightly nervous chuckle, you hide your face in his chest and explain, too bashful to look at him. “you were away for- too long and i got too… um- i just couldn’t stand existing without you around.”

your lovesick gaze and the shy smile you give him melt dan heng and his heart on the spot. his arms tighten a little around you, hands soon making their way to your waist, hips, and then under the hoodie.

“i missed you too, sweetheart- so much,” dan heng starts, breathing in deeply as he tries to swallow up the needy whimpers threatening to escape his lungs. but as much as he tries he fails, the urge to kiss your cheek and lower taking over him. “so much i- so much i couldn’t stop thinking about you all the time- aeons, you’re perfect-”

his big, warm hands trailing over your skin underneath the hoodie cause shivers down your spine. aeons, how you missed his touch.

your lips soon meet, melting against each other; the sweet kisses are what you missed, though it’s not the only thing…

“fuck! sweetie, stop moving like that-” dan heng groans when you instinctively start to move your hips against his, getting worked up after weeks away from each other. “i can’t- think when you do that-! sweetie, i-”

“i need you inside, dan heng!” is what you whine out as you get up a little, enough to take off your shorts and underwear. “i missed your touch and- and you so much, baby! please, put it in-”

you don’t have to tell him twice. with his hands fumbling with his belt, he manages to unbuckle it and take off his pants just enough to free his growing hard-on.

“aeons, you’re perfect.” dan heng murmurs again, voice breathless as he touches your wet entrance, one finger pushing in; how he loves the feeling of your tight, gummy walls!

no matter what you tried, or how many toys you used, all you managed to do is just edge yourself; there’s nothing that can make you cum like dan heng does. not even your fingers. with weeks of edging, crying in sexual frustration, it’s no wonder you unravel in seconds thanks to him and his touch.

humping yourself on his finger, you take in a shaky breath, one that’s a clear indicator of your orgasm approaching.

“that’s it, sweetheart, let go…” dan heng coaxes, breathing heavily as well just to moan and whimper when you reach for his leaking cock. “fuck-! aeons, you’re amazing…”

the touches become desperate yet loving, the need for pleasure from each other increasing with each thrust and palming motion. so whipped for you, dan heng continues to please you with everything he has, just for you to love him back, showing him your feelings through those intimate touches and actions. that’s how you spend the entire night, reconnecting with each other in the deepest way possible.

CAELUS + DAN HENG ₊˚✧ﾟ.

they are so clingy every time they’re with you in your bed, so it’s no wonder you’ve been yearning for their touch throughout those long weeks. and it’s no wonder you’re snuggled up in dan heng’s blanket with only caelus’s t-shirt, fingers deep in your puffy and needy pussy. so into your frustration, desperate to feel at least a bit of pleasure they always provide you, somehow you don’t notice those two men creeping up into your room with their keys.

“well, well, well, what do we have here?”

your body jolts in surprise, the familiar and husky voice working you up further. and when you see the other man’s calloused hand gently taking your fingers out of your hole, you just can’t help but wiggle your hips a little.

“needy little thing, eager to get wrecked again…” caelus hums into your ear while dan heng rubs your folds with his fingers at an agonizing pace. “we missed you, pretty. so much. can’t wait to empty myself in you-”

whining and clenching around nothing, you start to rock your hips slightly, pulling caelus in for a deep and desperate kiss, tongues dancing in frantic choreography.

“haah-! d-dan heng!”

caelus takes the opportunity and forces his tongue into your mouth, all while your edged and wet pussy is being eaten out by dan heng. as the dark-haired man sucks gently on your clit and pushes his rough finger inside your hole, you and your mind melt immediately; that is what you’ve been craving for. paired with their greedy hands groping and squeezing the soft flesh of yours, it’s simply heaven.

“missed you so bad, princess…” caelus breathes into your ear, as he lowers his head and kisses his way through your neck to your collarbone and lower… just to leave a small, purple bite mark right between your breasts. “we’ll take it slowly, but aeons- don’t think we’ll let you out of the bed so early…”

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⠀ ⠀ ( 𝒜rticle ) ̨ 𝒞RUSH! ୨୧ 一 엔하이픈 ՞

SIMP! enhypen x CRUSH! reader GENRE! fluff, crack, mutual pining, idiots in love TW! not proof read, lowercase intended A/N! anon rqs WC! 890 NOW PLAYING! . . . xo ( only if you say yes ) by enhypen ──   💭 ࿔

𖠗 HEESEUNG .ᐟ

somwhat awkward but confident. he thinks he's pretty mature in terms of romance but when he is with you his brain short circuits so hard he has to grip on something to not faint. but he's a great listener, he will listen to your rants, anything that's been bothering you. he listens so attentively humming and interacting. writes songs dedicated to you and serenades you by singing them !!! you are literally his muse atp, he notes down every little detail about and absolutely adores them. he's all giggles and blushy with you hehe. he dreams of playing video games with lmao.

𖠗 JAY .ᐟ

pretty mature and a bit shy. i feel like jay would be the most mature one amongst enhypen. he's also a bit shy too but tries to overcome it. he's loaded as hell so do expect expensive gifts and bouquets more often. another great listener. he's also a very great adviser, he's wise and thoughtful. very (+infinity) dependable and reliable. he's always there to help you out, cooks you meals and encourages you to eat more. very polite and understanding your parents will definitely approve of him. plays you a song he wrote for you as a way of confessing. lots of fancy outings and always pays first ^^

𖠗 JAKE .ᐟ

so super sweet and shy. when jake likes someone he tends to get touchy with them but when it's you hell he can't even look up at your face (he swears up and down that he loves you). stutters alot when talking to you and you just can't help but chuckle at his cuteness (he dies pls stop). tries to help you out with everything, even if he doesn’t take the class he still tries to learn a thing or two so he could help you out oh! you'd also start seeing him in your classes. lots of study sessions where he's most of the time gawking at you and always getting caught doing it lmao. rants about physics and layla to you alot! makes a lego bouquet for you.

𖠗 SUNGHOON .ᐟ

very hyper confident and delusion. he's good looking, loaded, has nice personality, fame and fans - everything you could ask for he's got it all so what's stopping you from liking him? he deludes himself into thinking that you'll fall in love with him just like any other girl but you don’t (sike) he goes ''huh wait what but i thought'' cue courting era of park sunghoon. never in his life he imagined he'd have to court someone but you’re not just someone you’re special, you’re his one and only true lovd. gets unexpectedly shy with you, hides his face and giggles. he realizes you’ve officially unlocked a new persona of sunghoon reserved just for you.

𖠗 SUNOO .ᐟ

he's so popular and friendly with everyone that you thought he was being just friendly to you the entire time sheesh. he has to restart his plans and just ends up telling you he has romantic feelings for you. then you'd start seeing the subtle difference between him around you vs around others. you noticed how he would like to listen to you speak when he was hyper yapper. always wants spend alone time with you. "hm im sorry i need to hang out with my girl" plans everything from the date spot to how it end. loves to plan outfits with you. skincare nights! always make sure that you eat well. takes lots of pictures of you without you knowing (not in a creepy way). will clap back at anyone and everyone for you.

𖠗 JUNGWON .ᐟ

pretty chill about it tbh. you'd have no idea he's got something for you yes he's that good at hiding. a fake-scenario maniac, daydreams about you a lot and giggles like a maniac (oof the weird stares). looks your contact name every single day. takes advice from his hyungs and literally has a diary related to you, he writes about you, to you. approaches in the most random way, "you know i have a dog..." very caring, always stands by your side. your biggest defender. once you two start chatting he will send you random videos of him playing in the park when the entire country is asleep.

𖠗 NI-KI .ᐟ

he may put up a bad-boy chill sigma look but is straight up awkward and goofy (?) almost tsundere. literally fumbles at your sight, his legs comically jiggling he has to lean on something to hold himself up. he will try to first ignore these stupid feelings that tarnishes his cool image, making his heart quesy. but gives up when he notices he's fallen badly in love. messes up every single time he tries to woo you. like that one time he tried to flirt with you, the moment you turned towards him, he forgot what he memorized to say. the next few sentences he tried to utter were filled with nothing but stutters and awkward pauses. nevertheless you still found him so endearing. girl trust me if you were ever to say yes he'd probably faint then and there. is so soft and lovey-dovey with you that others had to double take like that's the giant ahh intimidating nishimura riki?!?! huge girlfriend privileges for you :)

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[the-underlandd]

I'll be honest: Rook is never on top. Never. Even if it's straight sex, he's being ridden. The ONLY exception to this rule is if he's asked to do the work. That's it.

Oh, and gay sex? Yeah there's cum up his ass. No changing my mind. This guy plays it cool and then crumbles at the first bit of pleasure. First he's, "Mon amour, I cannot promise to be gentle..." and then he gets some stimulation to his dick and he's all, "Please, please, I want to t-taste you!" Or, "Mon amour, please, I-I need you, I need you, I need- ah~" and that's if his mind hasn't melted to the point of being unable to articulate his thoughts.

Your honor he's pathetic and I'd ride him

anon… anon anon anon whoever you are we are getting married then I am eating your delicious brain like a praying mantis..

this is scrumptious..

~~~~~~ Rook would be the type to be in control of the making out.. to begin with. But as soon as your hand brushes over his crotch, all his resolve leaves him. He begins to whimper and beg you to remove his pants.

If you’re riding him, he’s a whimpering mess with hands everywhere. His hands grip your thighs, hips, the sheets, his own hair. He’s desperately trying to hang on to sanity. The warmth of your insides and the feeling of your skin bouncing off his is ecstasy. His hips weakly buck up against yours as tears brimmed his eyes.

“Please amour~.. hard.. please~ anything you like.. use me~”

If you were penetrating him, he’s a whole other level of pathetic. He’s laying prone on his stomach with his face buried in the pillows. His moans and whimpers are muffled into the pillow as you thrust into him from behind. Grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back and he may just start crying. But keep going, he loves it. Move your hand down to his neck and jaw to hold his head up and he’ll cum on the spot.

Rook sitting in your lap while you’re penetrating him. You don’t move and he pathetically rocks his hips against you. He needs you. He craves you. He wants to breathe you as if you are oxygen itself. The way to absolutely break him is to start stroking his cock in this position. The man starts to short circuit and shake like a leaf.

He will cum until he’s shooting nothing but blanks and will still beg for more.

Your honor he is pathetic and I need him.

[inkykeiji]

Vox and electrical play I'm losing my mind

I KNOW he'd zap you when you get too close to cumming, a silent signal for you to stop nnnnnnnhhhjjhhhhh

OKAY YES YES YES holy shit anon this is an absolutely delicious idea and my brain totally short-circuited (lol) when i read it ooooh my gosh

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, electrical play, edging, implied mindbreak, overstimulation words: 428

he likes to use the electricity conducted in his claws—finds it more personal, more intimate that way—and will absolutely use it to edge you. he knows your body so well, has analyzed all of your mannerisms and micro-expressions right down to every twitch and quiver and whine, so he knows how to pull you apart and painstakingly put you back together. he knows that the trembling of your thighs means you’re teetering on the edge of ecstasy; that the scratching of your nails at his wrists, his shoulders, his chest means more, more, more, fuck me harder, faster, rougher; that the rolling of your eyes, whites framed by fluttering lashes, means your brain’s turned to a pleasant buzz of incoherent static.

as such, he knows exactly when to strike.

it’s so sweet to see the way you jolt with each zap—he swears it’s one of his favourite sights, the way your flesh ripples so prettily as the current surges through your veins. he swears he can almost see it, that bolt of teal electricity racing your blood, leaving sizzling sweat beading on your skin. 

it’s so precious, how a little too much will leave you stunned and stupid, body gone rigid for a few seconds before it mollifies beneath his touch again, shimmering cords of drool oozing from your mouth and crystalline tears embellishing your eyes, glittering as they catch on the jagged strikes of cyan lightning cracking around his form.

it’s so cute when you ask him for more even after his relentless assault, your body malleable and aching, fresh burns in the shape of his claws singed into your hips and thighs, your pleads heavy with pleasure and tangled in threads of spit. it makes him feel fucking incredible, invincible, how desperate you are for him, how devoted you are to him, even as he sears your mind to nothing but pretty blue cinders. it’s beautiful; you’re beautiful with him coursing through your body—his electricity crackling in your muscles, his love fizzing in your heart, his cock stuffing your cunt to the brim. 

but what he doesn’t expect is when his warning tases evoke the opposite of the intended effect—instead of halting your orgasm, it accelerates it, the sparks zipping through your veins coalescing in the pit of your tummy and forming one dense, pulsing ball of heat, furling tighter and tighter in on itself until it explodes, your cunt convulsing around him in the cutest spasms, gushing all over his cock. 

and, oh, he just learned some very valuable information. 

author’s note: alsooo i absolutely think vox has the ability to ‘store’ energy in his claws to save it up for more intense shocks, and i think he’s obsessive and methodical with the whole process, even as he’s fucking the life out of you, analyzing which type of shock he wants to use next; something big and stinging? something that’s just going to send tiny zaps of electricity shooting through your veins? which is best for the present situation? it’s all part of the fun to him ♡

[starrykirsche]

hihihii !! ( i absolutely love your writings. )

before i start the request i just wanted to day english is not my mother tounge so sorry if i am messing anything up. <3

but can you do something with sub!bill x reader? maybe something where reader hasnt let him cum for a few days and hes like begging her to let him cum. obviously reader lets him but yeah thats just the request !! if u can do it its completely fine also xx.

thanks for the request! and don’t worry anon you’re english is really good :3

i love this ideaaa

(also; yayy i got this out finally!!)

Too Much

a sub!Bill Kaulitz fanfic

content: femdom!reader (but honestly there are no mentions of it being a fem!reader), begging, edging

synopsis: after “so long” Bill’s gotten desperate..

translations: “Schnucki” is a german term of endearment that translates to: “Sweetie” or “Sweetie Pie”

“Oh c’mon! It’s been three days,” Bill pleads, walking after you, “Do you know what that will do to a man?”

You chuckle softly and turn back to look at him. His hazel eyes are wide and needy, his cheeks flush, and his breath heavy. “It can’t be all that bad, Billy.”

Bill whines at that and throws his head back, “It is!” You turn back around to grab your car keys. “Please! You can’t leave me like this!”

“Can’t I?” You respond teasingly.

“C’mon.. the way you were kissing me, and- and touching me, I thought you were finally gonna let me..” He trails off with an embarrassed whimper.

“Let you what?” You say, running your hand up his side.

“I’m going crazy here, Schnucki…” Bill whines, burying his fingers in your hair, “Please…”

Smiling, you can’t help but pity your poor boyfriend. “Hm, maybe with a bit of convincing, I’ll let you.”

His eyes light up and he nods eagerly. Bill grabs your wrist and begins to pull you back to the bed. Incoherent thanks leaving his lips.

For the past three days, the only slack you’ve cut him is some kissing and heavy petting. His libido, as strong as ever, has basically short circuited his brain at this point. He’d do anything to cum. You knew it, and he knew it.

Sitting on the bed once more, Bill was practically shaking with excitement.

“Beg,” You say sweetly, carding your fingers through his hair. He whines and kisses her cheek, his fingers curling into your thighs as he looks at you like you’re the sun, the moon, and the stars.

“Please… I’ve been good. I haven’t touched myself or- or done anything bad. I swear I’ll be a good boy..” He mumbles, “Please, please, I- I need this.. I need it.”

Bill continues to plead incoherently, while a smile is painted on your face. He’s always so cute when her like this, it almost makes you want to torture him a bit longer… but you won’t. Not when he wants it this bad.

You shush him and he quickly stops his begging, just limpid panting comes from him now. “Okay.. okay…”

A broken little grin pulls at his pouty lips and you begin to pull his pajama pants off. Leaning back obediently, he squirms with excitement. Bill’s erection springs out and your sure you’ve never seen it so… intense. The tip is red and leaking, twitching. He bites his lip and looks at you hopefully. You slowly lean over and kiss his lips, taking the base of his dick into your hand. Bill groans like it’s been years since anything has touched it, babbling your praise as you begin to slowly stroke his weeping erection.

He reaches out for you so pitifully. Giving him your free hand, he holds it in both of his, gently kissing your fingers as you give him what he’s begged for. “I love you so much…” Bill pants against the skin of your palm. You continue with your slow, but firm strokes. Bit by bit… you speed up. He whines, and squirms. His body twitching, his mouth agape.

And just as quickly as it started, it ended. A white hot flash of light splintering up through Bill’s body before a sticky white substance covers your hand. You let go of his overwhelmed, twitching dick and smile. Licking his climax off of your hand, his body twitches at odd times. Bill’s eyes are heavy lidded and his breathes are deep and short.

“Pl-Please..” You hear Bill breathily say.

“Please what?” You say back.

He whines and reaches his arms out for you again, his eyes basically shut, “Lay with me,” Bill whines. With a soft giggle you tug his pajama pants back up and settle in beside him. He wraps his arms beside you with the little strength in them he has left.

“I love you…” Bill mumbles.

“I love you too,” You respond, “Did it feel good..?”

“Amazing.” He says in a boarder line moan.

“Good.” You mumble back.

With that, Bill softly falls asleep.

deine, kirsche. ✮

[kitslut777]

[strap anon] would you even notice if I used a squirting strap? Ask all my buddies to ‘donate’ a sample for the tank before I head over for our hook up? When you open your door and see the thick bulge in my pants your brain would short circuit, not knowing if you should drop to your knees or bend over the nearest furniture.

but don’t worry, I’d get you through it, immediately cupping my hand into your pants to feel how wet you are before we’d even shut the door. You’re dripping down your own thighs and you’ve pulled up your top to show off your hairy tits, holy shit you’re so hot.

I’m not leaving until I’ve pumped every last drop of this baby batter into your desperate, twitching hole. I’d obviously ghost you after, but I’d keep checking your socials to make sure it took, in case we need round two.

But the way your gorgeous tits look fuller in each new selfie tells me I did my job properly 🥰

my pussy is pulsing just reading this…. i can feel myself soaking my underwear w slick :( m a virgin too… it’ll be so humiliating to know that my first time got me pregnant. that my body was so ready to be used it suckled every last drop of cum from the strap…

[achilles-rage]

Incoming feral Eddie thought cause he looked good in this episode 😳😳

You've been dating for a while now and are taking it slow, so you guys haven't really gotten that intimate with each other, so you decided to just kinda surprise him, so you decided to wear a sexy dress or lingerie waiting for him in your room. He comes home and is like 'babe I'm home, where are you?' cause he likes to hug you when he comes home (I picture him to be a physical touch love language type of person, it's not like he has to have his hands on his partner all the time, but more to just tiny little touches) and he comes in the room and sees you while you're setting up the room.

And he's just eyes wide, jaws on the floor speechless, the bag immediately falls on the floor and he is blinking rapidly, his heart is out of the chest type of beat. Not knowing what to say. You're just 'did you lock the front door?' and giggles. And he's just 'uh. Wait' while holding up his hand and quickly going out making sure that the door is locked. When he comes back you're on the edge of the bed waiting for him. And he has to take a second because you look so pretty with the dim lights and the giggles. And he's trying his hardest to not just devour you on site.

Let's just say the night ended not so abruptly and hours went by and you're sore for the next few days.

Alright, end of Eddie feral thoughts for today and probably for a while. I hope everyone has a good day as I enter my cave once again.

YESYESYES I LOVE THE FERAL EDDIE THOUGHTS!!

i wrote about it in my eddie nsfw alphabet, but i think eddie loves seeing his partner in lingerie, so if you surprised him with lingerie (especially if you haven’t been intimate before), his brain would short circuit.

he’d be pulling his clothes off as he came back into the room, and you’d be giggling (half because you’re covering up your nerves and half because he’s practically tripping over himself to get back to you). once he comes in and sees you sitting on the bed waiting for him, he grabs one of your hands and forces you to stand again and do a spin for him and he’s just fucking 👁️👄👁️

as he’s laying you down on the bed, he’s trying desperately to figure out if he wants to fuck you with or without you pretty little set on. in the end, he settles on pushing your panties to the side and making you cum with his tongue and his fingers first (seperately), then he fucks you missionary with just your bra on, then he lets you ride him fully naked so he can stare at, touch, and kiss your bare tits while they bounce in his face<3

you would only stop for water breaks and snacks, and the next morning you can definitely feel the dull ache between your legs from just how much he wanted you i swear

i’m fucking worked up now, thank you dear anon<3

[atleastpleasetelephone]

This is my first time ever requesting but I was wondering if you could write a story about walter hale x reader. Like reader dancing on stage and he watches from the crowd but gets turned on somehow and his to take care of it but gets caught by the reader and it goes from there. 😍🙏🏻

Just what you need

A/N: Hi there anon! I'm very flattered to be the writer you asked for your first ever request! And I'm always overjoyed to have an excuse to write about Walter and spend some time thinking about that sexy smirk and that white suit... Anyway, I hope this story fits the bill. He got a bit more submissive than I was anticipating...

Pairing: Walter Hale x singer!reader

Word count: 3.8K

TWs: Smut, Walter is a little submissive, borderline a little foot stuff but it's mostly Walter liking her heels. Think that's it!

Walter saunters into the busy tent, looking around lazily. Your voice sounds great and the number of people here to watch you makes him glad he made the booking. He absolutely did it on the strength of your voice… and the length of your legs. They just seemed to go on forever and he thought they should be appreciated by the masses. He’s not a leg man particularly, but when you’d auditioned they were what was on display. Those legs, and your pretty little face. Right now you’re singing something French, and the way the words sound he has the urge to get a little closer. He weaves his way through the people, nodding and smiling at everyone he knows. Which is most people. He always tries to get to know as many people as possible everywhere he goes, being the sociable type but also believing that it’s good for business. He eventually gets to a couple of rows back and now he can see you properly. Your legs are shown off to great effect by the tight sequined dress you’re wearing, and not just that, the plunging neckline reveals you’ve got great tits too. Walter takes a deep drag on his cigar. The way you’re wiggling and singing the French words breathily into the mic is more than a little suggestive. He can feel something stirring below his waist and he rearranges quickly to make sure it’s not obvious. 

You finish the song and look out across the crowd as the applause ripples through it. Your eyes flick across a tent full of strangers and then alight on him. Mr Hale. The undeniably sexy man who booked you to do this job. You’re confident onstage but off it is a very different matter, and the way he’d looked at you had made you stumble over your words and blush deeply. It’s fairly dark in the tent so you can’t see him that well, but you could swear that the tables have been turned and he’s looking a little flushed himself. You bite your lip and start to sing the next song, another sultry number, trying to only look at him every so often to assess the effect you’re having on him. Sliding your hands down the mic stand and then back up again, your eyes flick over to him unbidden, and you see something that looks suspiciously like him fiddling with his belt. You sway your hips back and forth to the music, purring out another verse as one hand moves to your hair, digging into it, your head rolling around with your eyes closed in ecstasy. 

Walter’s brain short-circuits watching you, immediately imagining you on his bed, moaning as you close your eyes and move your head around like that on the pillow. His dick is achingly hard and he realises he can’t stay where he is any longer. Repeating the exercise from earlier, he starts to weave his way out of the crowd, smiling and greeting everyone again, his teeth clamped around his cigar. He has to get back to his tent and relieve himself. This is the most turned on he’s been for a while and he hates to waste it on his own hand, but he doesn’t know you and you’re supposed to be onstage for another half an hour. He can’t wait that long. 

Your eyes open again as you launch into the chorus, and you realise at once that he’s gone. Disappointment hits you like a freight train. You were enjoying winding him up, or at least thinking you were winding him up, and now he’s got… bored? You’re supposed to be onstage for another half an hour but you’re not sure what the point is when the most interested party in your audience has just left. The song finishes and there’s another wave of applause. You smile, the adoration washing over you and buoying you up. Okay, maybe this is the point. 

“Walter!”

Walter stops in his tracks, just outside the tent. He turns towards the owner of the voice, and sees the middle-aged wife of one of the town’s business owners, who he’d spent the best part of an hour chatting up yesterday afternoon. 

“Mrs Everly! How nice to see you again.”

It isn’t nice. It’s a pain in the ass, and one he intends to get away from as quickly as possible. 

The woman moves closer and grips his arm with her hand. “I simply must talk to you about my son.”

Walter tries his best to smile. This is the last thing he wants to talk about, although the previously urgent problem below his belt has now been reduced to a sort of background hum of need, and he reluctantly comes to the realisation that he’s strapped in to this conversation for the foreseeable future. 

“Of course,” he coos. “Lawrence, isn’t it?”

***

You’ve almost forgotten about Walter by the end of your set, people are throwing flowers onstage as they whoop and cheer. This is your biggest crowd by a long chalk and you’re proud of your performance and their response to it. You curtsey as best you can in your tight dress, and then make your way off the stage. As soon as you’re off it your mind drifts back to the man who got you this gig in the first place. You wonder where he is and how you can find him, at least to say thank you for the opportunity. And to see if he’s still blushing, a naughty part of your brain suggests. Okay, so maybe that too. Pulling on a big woollen cardigan to make yourself a little more decent, you wrap it around yourself and walk out of the back of the tent. Someone hands you a celebratory drink and you clink glasses with them cheerfully, wandering around through the Chautauqua, looking into various tents and at the people as they pass you by. You’re still a little giddy from your performance and the glass of fizzy wine is only making things rosier. 

Walter finally extracts himself from the conversation as the roar of the crowd from your tent reaches his ears. So much for not being able to wait. His dick is soft and it’s like his entire body has forgotten you, your long legs and sexy singing. He sighs, tossing the end of the cigar into the grass and crushing it under the heel of his boot. He wonders about trying to find you. You had been a surprising turn on. Adjusting his hat, he turns away from the tent, intending on just going back to his own living quarters again. He’s tired, and starting to think that it would still be easier to just stay on his own. As the years have passed, he’s found it harder to jump from girl to girl as he moves from town to town. He’s not sure why exactly, but the urge to touch himself and not have to answer to anyone else is winning out again. That is, until he takes a step and almost collides head first with you. 

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You exclaim. You hadn’t been looking where you were going, exactly, and you don’t realise who you’ve bumped into until you’ve already apologised. Your face colours quickly. 

“No need to apologise, darlin’.” He grins as he takes you in again, so much closer this time. “Thought ya were fantastic up there.”

Your blush deepens. “Thank you so much. I wanted to find you actually,” you tell him, your bravery growing. “To thank you for taking a chance on me.” Stepping forward, you get up onto your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. It’s his turn to blush a little. Your perfume is intoxicating and your lips are soft. 

As you land back down on your feet you find yourself grabbing his arm for balance. You don’t move back, so you’re incredibly close to him, and you find yourself staring at his handsome face unabashedly. He adjusts his hat again and thinks about the fact that he needs to adjust somewhere else too.

“No problem, darlin’. Ya had a full house in there, so looks like I made the right choice.”

The corners of your mouth twitch, teasingly. “You left before the end, though?”

“Ah,” he pauses, pushing a hand into the pocket of his waistcoat. Wishing he had another cigar right about now. “Have ta keep movin’ about, ya know? Can’t stay in one place playin’ favourites. Even if I do have favourites.” His head tilts to the side a little as he fixes you with a stare that makes you feel like your soul is about to leave your body. 

You step back slightly to allow space for you to lift your glass to your lips and take a sip. You end up draining it, thirstily. When you look back, there’s a slightly smug smile playing on his lips, as if he’s liking the effect he’s had on you. 

“Well I um… I really appreciate you coming at all.”

The smirk grows at your use of the word coming, and you suddenly realise and cover your mouth with your hand, giggling. 

“What’re ya gigglin’ about, darlin’?” He teases as he steps closer to you again, sliding his palm onto your back. You move your hand to his shoulder, almost without realising what you’re doing. 

“N-nothing,” you stutter, reddening again. 

“Oh. Nothin’.” He’s so close now you think he might kiss you, merriment making his eyes sparkle. Then just as suddenly as he’d drawn you towards him he lets you go, stepping away again and surveying the mess he’s made. You’re breathing hard, your face is beautifully flushed and your teeth have captured your lower lip and don’t seem like they want to give it up any time soon. “Let me find ya another drink, seens as ya’ve finished that one.”

You let him take you by the hand, leading you through the crowd as he looks for the nearest bar. There are people everywhere though, and he keeps getting waylaid. In the end he decides to give up on the bar and just take you back to his living quarters, where he knows he has something cold and fizzy, kept for just such an occasion. 

“I hope ya don’t mind,” he explains, as he pushes the door open. “Thought it would be a little easier ta talk here. Not so many people demandin’ my attention.”

You nod and let him lead you to a small sofa on one side of a little dining table. Once he’s got the cork out of the bottle and found some glasses he sits opposite you, pouring two drinks and staring into your eyes again as he clinks the glasses together and declares your performance a roaring success. You take a sip and smile and he takes his hat off and lays it on the table, running a hand through his thick black hair. 

“Hope ya don’t mind me makin’ myself comfortable, honey.”

The bubbles must’ve gone to your head, because you shrug off your cardigan and grin at him, telling him you don’t mind at all. His eyes almost pop out of his head, and he tries to calm himself down by taking off his own jacket. It doesn’t work. 

“You like my dress?” You ask, apparently still fuelled by the high of your performance and a glass and a half of wine. Leaning forward a little, you squeeze your arms against your breasts just enough to make them even more prominent than they were before. 

Walter finishes his glass in one gulp and stands up, moving round to your side of the table and sitting next to you on the couch. 

“I do, honey. I really, really do.”

His hands cup your face and his lips press gently against yours. You respond eagerly, tongue running over his plush, soft lips, begging for entrance to his mouth. He’s tempted to tease you, but his dick has taken over the thinking for him and so he opens his mouth, turning his head so he can explore yours with his tongue, hands never leaving the sides of your face. 

Your fingers reach for him, running up his thighs and starting to undo the buttons on his waistcoat. He pulls back. 

“You’re an eager little thing, ain’tcha?”

His hands move to rub up and down the tops of your arms, and your eyes drift down to his lap, where the outline of his dick is prominent. 

“I’m not the only one who’s eager,” you murmur in response, running a teasing finger over his clothed length. His breath hitches. 

“Well you’re so gorgeous, darlin’... wigglin’ away on the stage like that in this tight little dress…” his hands move to the hem of your dress, and he tries to push it up to your waist but only succeeds in bunching it up a little. “It’s enough to drive a man crazy…” those big, strong hands trail up your body, feeling the way you fill the dress out as he begins to kiss your neck. You can’t hold back a moan. “Though I think I might haveta get ya out of it now, so I can have what I want…”

His lips press kisses to your throat and your hands tangle in his hair in response. You wriggle forwards to let him reach behind you and unzip your dress, his head making its way between your breasts, kissing and nuzzling them as he pulls the dress down your shoulders, exposing your bra to him for the first time. He moves back to look properly and groans. Walter likes tits and yours are nowhere near a disappointment. Your chest is heaving and you try hard to get yourself back under control, standing up and peeling the rest of the dress off and letting it fall to the floor. He groans again, sure his dick is leaking when he sees the little wet patch on your panties. He forces himself to stand up, though he has the strangest urge to drop to his knees at the sight of you. 

“Is this what you want?” You breathe, feeling like there’s electricity in your veins. 

“Mmmm.” He kisses you again, his hands on your face as your fingers work overtime to get his waistcoat and shirt undone.

He pulls the sleeves off over his hands without stopping his exploration of your mouth, his clothes dropping to the floor as he grabs you, pulling you tightly against him. You make out for a while, hands all over each other, desperate for more but trying to enjoy the moment. As he steps back finally, a little breathless, the urge from earlier returns. He decides to indulge it, kneeling before you and sliding his hands onto your thighs, looking up as he mouths you through your already soaked panties. 

“Shit. Walter.”

“Feel good, honey?” He asks, his words buzzing against you. 

You nod dumbly, pleasure teasing you as he keeps licking through your thin little panties, teeth grazing your sensitive spots. You let out a little whine and his fingers loop through the waistband, pulling your underwear down at glacial speed, slowly revealing you to him. He eyes your pussy hungrily, abandoning your panties half way down your thighs. A firm lick to your clit has you whimpering, and he loves the sound. His thumbs hold your lips open as he continues his exploration, tongue lapping at your arousal. 

“Oh God.”

He looks up at your face again, your head thrown back as your hand rakes through your hair. That’s enough to convince him that you’re already close, and he pulls your panties down to your ankles, helping you step one foot out of them and slinging your leg up and over his shoulder. You squeak, your ass making contact with the table as you wobble from the effort of standing on one high-heeled foot. 

He moves his face just far back enough to tell you to hold onto his head and then buries himself between your thighs, his hands gripping the sides of your ass. You do as you’re told, starting off holding on gently, but as soon as you feel his tongue press inside your pussy you forget about handling him with care. You wobble, your leg shaking, and you find yourself falling backwards onto the table. A glass crashes to the floor. He grunts as you pull his hair, your hips bucking up into his face as he dives even deeper into you. One of your hands lets go to slam your palm against the table, so close to release now. Your leg wraps around his head forcing his face against your pussy as you rut against him, starting to whine desperately. He can’t breathe but he doesn’t care, just wanting to get you there. 

Finally your orgasm washes over you, making you clench your hands into fists and curl your toes, crying his name over and over again like a prayer. He thinks it might be the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. 

“Oh God,” you whimper again, as you finally let him go and he rocks back onto his heels, trying to get his breath back. “Are you okay?”

The urgency with which his dick is pressing against his pants is suggesting otherwise, but he just grins and tells you yes. You’re just starting to think about peeling yourself off the uncomfortable table when he stands up and rids himself of the rest of his clothing in record time. 

“Don’t go anywhere, darlin’,” he coos as he rubs his dick against your pussy. 

You barely have time to think, never mind try to go anywhere, before he’s pushing inside you. He’s hung and it hurts but you don’t care. You’re still dizzy from your orgasm, and you feel like you’re floating in space. He puts both of your ankles on his shoulders once he’s bottomed out, watching your face for his cue to move. You’d squeezed your eyes shut as he pushed inside, but they spring open now, full of lust. 

“You okay, darlin’?” He finds himself asking, despite his desperate urge to move, his lips finding your ankle bone and kissing there. 

“Yes,” you whisper. 

Starting to thrust slowly, short, deep movements, he grips one calf in each hand. Your mouth falls open in ecstasy. He feels so good inside you don’t think you could speak right now if he begged you to. His eyes skate over your face and your breasts, still cocooned in your pretty lacey bra. 

“Take that off f’me, honey,” he murmurs, nodding at the final item of clothing. 

You struggle to reach behind you on the table, but you manage eventually, unclasping the bra and shrugging it off. He swallows, eyes hooded with lust. He can’t keep this slow pace up anymore, and he pulls almost all the way out to slam inside you with force, his eyes glued to your breasts as they bounce. 

“Oh!” You cry out in surprise. 

He grunts, repeating the movement again and again, feeling his release in the base of his dick now. Turning his head slightly, he licks from half way down your calf to your ankle, changing pace, his thrusts speeding up as he lets his tongue explore below your ankle bone, trailing along the soft leather of your shoe. The whole table shakes with his powerful thrusts, and you see the sweat standing out on his skin, feeling the way it sticks your skin together around the part where you’re joined. 

“Walter!” You can’t think of anything else to say, you don’t even know what you’re trying to convey as the pleasure tips you over the edge into senselessness. 

“Almost there, baby,” he moans, his thumb finding your clit in an attempt to coax another orgasm out of you. 

The feeling jolts you into the room and you find yourself climaxing again, softer and more gentle than the last time, but just as strong. 

“Oh GOD!”

His hands grab the tops of your thighs as your legs bend and fall off his shoulders, and he pulls you quickly towards him as he thrusts again. He pounds your pussy a few more times, and then he’s closer than he’d like to be inside a girl and he pulls out and cums hard and messily all over your belly. He holds the edge of the table for balance as his mind reels from the intensity of the pleasure. As soon as he can manage it, he bends down and rummages around in his clothes for his handkerchief, carefully wiping you clean with it. 

You sit up slowly and look around you, dazed. He smiles at you, taking one of your hands and using it to help you stand up. You groan. 

“Ow. My back…”

He rubs it gently with his other hand. 

“Sorry darlin’. Ya wanna go lie down in a real bed for a while? Let me kiss it better?”

You smile and nod. “I’d love to.”

He leads you through another door into his bedroom, pulling the bedclothes back and gesturing for you to get in first. You step out of your heels and slip between the soft clean sheets, and he gets in with you. He rolls you gently onto your side, facing away from him, and starts to kiss you from the nape of your neck down. You feel like your nerve endings are on fire, and every kiss has you trembling. 

“Mmmm. Walter.”

“Next time we’ll make love in the bed,” he mumbles against your skin. 

“Next time?”

He pauses, dragging his lips back up to your ear and letting you fall onto your back again. Looking down at you, his eyes full of concern. 

“Only if ya want, darlin’.” This might be the first time he’s ever been worried about a girl saying no.

“I’d love to. But… I need to keep singing to make a living and you’ll move on soon too…”

The words come out of his mouth before he has time to think about them. “Why don’tcha join the Chautauqua permanently? Travel with me?”

Your eyes go wide. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then I’d love to.” 

He smiles, curling his body around yours and laying his head down on your chest. He’s never invited a girl to travel with him before, but something about this just feels right, and he sighs contentedly as he closes his eyes. He’s glad he took a chance on booking you for tonight. You’re just what the Chautauqua needs, and you might be just what he needs, too. 

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[brotherwtf]

heyyy hope you’re having an amazing day!! what are some things that they do that makes the other person’s brain like short circuit or just have them going ‘oh’ and completely mesmerised?

awww thanks anon! I hope you're having a great day also!

hehehe I am already giggling and kicking my feet just thinking about this. they're both just so obsessed with each other that I feel like everything the other does is just like "oh ok so this is the person I'm spending my life with, cool"

For Bucky, I think he goes bonkers whenever he sees Gale sleeping, bro is just so cute that Bucky literally almost punched a wall to stop from grabbing Gale's face and kissing him all over. With his arms tucked under his chin John just goes (ahisskks) whenever he sees Gale has fallen asleep.

I think bcs Austin is a chronic crop top wearer, maybe Gale starts to wear some too? He'll lift his arms to reach for smth and his waist will just be there and John has to sit on his hands not to grab. Literally frothing at the mouth seeing Gale's tiny waist. John's just obsessed with Gales waist in general lol

John is obsessed with Gales obsession with animals. It makes John's heart literally melt when he sees Gale petting a dog (John coded) or cuddling a cat, or just losing his mind over some livestock he had stumbled across. It brings out Gale's soft side and John absolutely loves it.

For Gale, I think he's absolutely bonkers for John's thighs. He'll wear basketball shorts sometimes and Gale practically drools at John's thick and beautiful thighs just there out in the open. He'll wear the shorts when he's working in the yard or smth and Gale will watch like every mom in a romcom, lemonade in hand and eyes peeking over his sunglasses. Occasionally, he'll wolf whistle to get John's attention.

He also loves John's mustache. He had threatened to shave it off at one point and Gale literally threw all of the razors away to stop him from doing it. He likes how it feels when he's kissing him, the slight roughness of the hair on his lips makes Gale lose his mind.

Gale LOVES Johns hair, will run his hands through it at all times when they're lounging. Even when they're sleeping, Gale will stroke his hands through John's hair to help HIM fall asleep, if John also falls asleep that's just a decent side effect.

They absolutely can't work out together because they can't keep their hands off of each other. Gale's juicy ass and John's thick thighs are nothing but Gale and John magnets. They have to do it at separate times of the day or they'll get nothing done.

When they get dressed up for events or smth, maybe in canon when they're in their dress uniforms or a modern au where they go to a formal, they can't keep their hands off of each other. Very first look in a movie, John would but a hand over his heart when he sees Gale and Gale would automatically link their arms together.

this one was very cute to write about! lmk y'all's hcs for this!

[gothsuguru]

omg I'm the anon who was talking about "black is the colour" ur so cute omds 😭😭 but no fr i felt like crying when I read it for the first time its genuinely so beautiful if that fic was a person I'd propose there and then. also YES I WAS TALKING ABOUT ANY RECOMMENDATIONS FOR FANFICS PLEASE FEED ME O FANFICALICIOUS ONE 🙏🙏🙏 also O M F G IM SO EXCITED FOR A PREMONITION OF LOVE DONTTTT GET ME STARTED IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET U DONT UNDERSTAND u are a really amazing writer yk like srsly those thoughts swirling in ur brain its like woah

WAHHHHHH I LOVE YOU SM ANON PLEASE KNOW IF THAT FIC WAS A PERSON THEY WOULD ACCEPT YOUR PROPOSAL IMMEDIATELY!!!!! <333 MWAH! AND OMG THANK YOU SM I HOPE I CAN WRITE IT WELL (i have soooooo many ideas and please… sniffles… you’re so sweet i swear the self confidence boost you gave me… it’s too dangerous friend 🙂‍↕️🩷) ALSO I’M ASSUMING FOR FIC RECS YOU MEANT FLUFF ONES BUT LET ME KNOW IF YOU EVER WANT ME TO DO OTHER RECS!

there’s are just a few fics that i love so much and truly all of these people are such amazing writers <333 i’ll put a couple down below — in no particular order! :D

“tuesdays” by my beloved io <3 — MY FAVORITE SATORU FIC AND POSSIBLY MY FAVORITE FLUFF FIC IN GENERAL OF ALL TIME RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH no one understands how much peculiar!satoru means to me… this is my favorite rendition of satoru EVER. there’s just something about how io dove into a facet of satoru’s personality that i never really thought about — aka his peculiarities — that just GENUINELY made my brain short-circuit in the best way possible. it was about his awkwardness, seriousness, silliness, & inability to read certain social cues/situations that made me really enamored honestly 😭 also reader was SO real and so fun and was there for satoru in terms of his personal growth! ALSO the story premise was just so unique in GENERAL omfg it was the first fic where i maxed out 30 tags like i didn’t know tumblr had tag limits until i read io’s fic and i just had so much more to say too 😭 WE WEREN’T MOOTS YET WHEN I READ IT BUT TRUST IF WE WERE I WOULD’VE RB’D W 10 PAGES MLA FORMAT ANNOTATED BIBLIOGRAPHY!!!!! BC I’M REAL LIKE THAT!!!!!! i wish i could read this fic all over again omfg io’s love for satoru and her writing prowess shines through massively in this fic <3 (i also love “strawberry fields” it’s another one of my FAVS NDNDNDJDJ satoru going on reddit and being clowned for date ideas by sukuna will always make me giggle like one thing about sukie… he’ll pray on a bad bitch’s downfall…) ok sorry this one got so long i’m just the Biggest Proponent of “tuesdays” it holds a very dear place in my heart :3

“two is never a crowd” by @mossmotif — ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAV SATORU FICS EVERRRRRRRR i can’t explain to you how much moss’ writing affects me………. okay i Can and Will . MOSS’ WRITING IS ONE OF A KIND I HAVE NOTHING TO COMPARE IT TO BC IT’S SUCH IN A LEAGUE OF ITS OWN!!!!! i think it’s the way that they have 1) the most interesting concepts & character dynamics first and foremost that gets me bc how does one even think of a stablehand!reader? and how is it that it fits so UNBELIEVABLY perfectly with a royal!gojo??? i remember reading the fic for the first time and i was just in awe of how it felt like i was THERE which leads me to point 2) the way moss uses settings to invoke emotion is insane……… from the blood and dark clearings and metal of knight!suguru to the purgatory of youth of suguru & reader and how they connect with sharing fruit to the quaint yet vast green openness of the fields where stablehand!reader works with their horses which then invites satoru in bc the reader just holds a Steadiness and Calmness that infiltrates everyone around them………… all of it is just delicious. JUST YUMMY. (also vamp!suguru? very cunty very sexy i need him CARNALLY.) also for moss… if you’ve ever read a fic of theirs you’re just gonna Understand how insane it is that he’ll just drop the most life-changing quote/paragraph and then go about the story like . Can I Get My Inhaler For A Second I Can’t Breathe……… i HEAVILY implore you to read any moss fic you can because you will get grittiness in one, nostalgia in another, fluff in one, and eroticism in another . just truly and honestly a league of their own when it comes to fic writing <333 this is an i love moss stan account idgaf

“weeping, carved open hearts” by @teddybeartoji — ONE OF MY FAV TOJI FICS EVER RAHHHHHHHHH this one is more hurt/comfort WHICH IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TYPES OF FICS!!!!! i hold toji so close to my heart and mickey writes him so GENUINELY and so three-dimensionally — she makes him feel like a REAL person in the world with all his faults and insecurities and above all else — his LOVE! it’s like mickey plucks the beauty of the mundanity of real life such as a tree in a storm or a shampoo bottle or even a simple emotion like sadness and CURATES it into something so profoundly beautiful… genuinely he left me in shock & awe with how STUNNING this fic was and how REAL the emotions were from both reader & toji, it was like i was a fly on the wall just watching a true & genuine conversation play out! out of all the tags i have ever written on a fic, i’m most proud of the tags i left on mickey’s fic bc i think it’s the first time where i didn’t just regurgitate information and actually took in what was written by the author & made my own inferences and basically Used My Brain while also waxing poetic about mickey’s writing & the fic :3 ALSO YOU HAVE TO READ “I HUNGER TO COMMIT THE ACT OF TOUCH” . ALL PARTS YOU NEED TO READ ALL PARTS SO FAR AND GET YOUR LIFE CHANGED!!!!! the action the blood the yearning the eroticism the KNIGHTS. moaned loud as FUCK that’s my bad

“where you lead me, i’ll follow” by @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat — THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PROSE AND LIFE-CHANGING WRITING YOU WILL EVER READ! i remember reading this fic and being in complete and utter awe because it never once felt like i was READING something, it was like i was LIVING it! the conversations on that rooftop played out like a movie in my head and that’s genuinely the greatest compliment i could ever give — i felt like i was privy to a conversation that was so intimate between two people (suguru & reader) and i felt so CONNECTED to the writing and the emotions invoked through the writing! ari has such a beautiful way of showing the power of adoration/devotion within friendships/relationships and they just have such a strong GRASP on the characterizations of suguru depending on the vibes of the fic they’re creating. this fic especially talked about genuine feelings that people in their late teens/early twenties go through and idk i just felt so much better after reading it :’) all of ari’s writing invokes something in anyone who reads it, they truly have THE midas touch! <3 also i could add so many more fics underneath the fluff/sfw category but i highly recommend going through their masterlist and finding out for yourself how consistently amazing, thought-provoking, & gorgeously atmospheric their writing is! <333 definitely my favorite suguru writer on the planet 🫡 like genuinely just go through their entire MASTERLIST it’s ALL hits 🙂‍↕️

“metanoia” by @storiesoflilies — RAHHHHHHH okay for metanoia……….. if you have EVER read a lily fic you will KNOW how stunning her writing is. like you can’t help but just be so INVESTED especially because her love for toji shines through every word, you see the way reader talks about toji and fall in love with him AS you’re reading!!!! i think her grasp on his character is second to none in this fic especially for a younger toji — he’s shy & awkward & rough around the edges but at the end of the day, i think all he wants is love and reader is there to give it to him and vice versa :’) the beautiful ways that lily interspersed physics and romance………. when i tell you my JAW dropped. the quotes in this fic will have your mind reeling from how insanely good it is omfg… and YES the ending is a cliffhanger BUT she’s coming out with “hiraeth” soon and i was lucky enough to read it in advance and let me tell you………. you are in for a TREAT! ALSO PLEASE READ “CRIMSON REVERIE” IT’S REALLY AMAZING AND SO GORGEOUS <333 i love greek myth and then intersperse that with lily’s prose??? YAWPPPPPP

“i want to kiss you” by @arminsumi — okay i wanted to add this bc it is my favorite fic series of all time and i’ll tell you why… the absolute LOVE and ADORATION that satoru & suguru have for reader is astounding and the idea of a blossoming friendship between people from different cultures is so fucking precious… i genuinely have never read a fic w this premise/concept before and it is truly SO unbelievably beautiful :’) op does a WONDERFUL job of creating a soft, HUMAN atmosphere/friendship -> relationship between reader & satosugu :’) i can’t WAIT to read the next chapter hehe i truly recommend this fic series with every fiber of my being <333

[bp-zb1fics]

Can you do "cuddles and kisses with lee jeonghyeon", i'm glad if u do something suggestive like lap sitting maybe?? thank youu!!

Ridiculous but you're mine~

pairing: leejeong x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive themes (pls see tags!)

tw/tags: flirting, kisses, making out, hand-holding, lap sitting, non-explicit/implied s*x acts, korean pet names, leejeong being the biggest simp and pretending to hate it (spoiler: he doesn't)

wc: 1592

summary: jeonghyeon values a lot of things but he’ll make an exception for you

a/n Hi anon~ I may have gotten a little carried away with the suggestive part but I hope it's somewhat similar to what you had in mind and it's not too much. Kind of played with a different format writing this fic, idk if it works or not but I am very proud of how it turned out. Any readers for this, please, please do let me know what you think and if I should add additional tags to this, ty!

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Jeonghyeon wasn’t a touchy person. Not at all. No thank you.

He’ll accept skinship if he’s feeling indulgent, he’ll freely offer a hug if someone needs it but aside from that, he generally likes to keep his personal space, well personal. 

Until you, that is. 

You don’t even need to do anything. It’s a little infuriating actually. 

You look at him and his brain completely short-circuits.

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“Leejeong-yah~”

He really regrets letting Mun Junghyun tell you about their “leejeong, mungjung cross.” God, that was embarrassing. And it was even more embarrassing because of how cute you thought it was and how cute he thought you were and now he has the displeasure of becoming even more flustered by his own damn name.

“Hmm?”

He’s putting his socks on, getting ready to go out because you wanted sushi and god forbid Jeonghyeon doesn’t give you what you want. It’s a little chilly so he throws on the black hoodie that you like because of how soft it is. 

He reaches for his earrings and his eyes meet yours in the mirror as he looks up to put them on. Jeonghyeon nearly drops the damned earrings. 

Don’t ask him to explain why. Literally no thoughts, head empty. He’s only beginning to recover when you walk over and give him a back hug, burying your face to the fabric of the hoodie while he just stands there, frozen like the idiot he is.

“Wahh so soft.” Your voice is muffled but Jeonghyeon is desperately fighting back the blush that threatens to bloom on his cheeks.

“We should go.” He manages to get out, glad that his voice didn’t crack.

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You hold his hand and any rational thought is reduced to ash.

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As soon as you get outside, the cold hits and Jeonghyeon immediately shoves his hands into his hoodie pocket. Before he can check on you, you’re already linking your arm with his and sliding your hand into your own pocket. Seriously, how can his heart take this?

“Are you cold?”

You shake your head, bouncing up and down a little. It’s very cute and really not great for his health.

“Sushi, let’s get sushi~”

You make your way to the restaurant. Jeonghyeon can’t help but look at you, glancing around occasionally to make sure you were following the right directions but eyes always coming back to you. And he can’t help but wonder what he had done right for the universe to decide to send you his way. Someone who loved him with all his scrappy imperfections and flaws.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind tickles the back of your necks and you yelp, one hand slipping out of your pocket and into his. Jeonghyeon freezes as you wiggle your fingers between his, pressing yourself closer like you want to sink into his side.

“It’s cold.”

You say in the way of justification, not like he even needs one. For the rest of the way, you walk like that and he can only ever feel your hand in his.

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You pout, just a little, and whatever values he has, personal, moral, family values, all out the window.

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The restaurant is a sushi train. You’re directed to a booth and left alone with a tablet in case you wanted to order something that wasn’t on the train.

Jeonghyeon begins taking plates. And it was only after you had a sizable serving in front of you that he realised he took all your favourites. Really, when did he become like this? When did it become an instant serotonin boost to see your face light up like that? 

“Leejeong say ahhh~”

He mindlessly opens his mouth and lets you feed him. It’s good. Any food that’s given by you is automatically better than any other food. He’s never been one for public displays but you look at him expectantly, your bottom lip protruding ever so slightly.

It’s like he’s been hypnotised, carefully picking up a piece and feeding it to you. And no, he’ll never admit to anyone how endearing it is to watch you eat, your cheeks puffing out as you chew.

He’s a weak, weak man. And it’s all your fault, seriously it is.

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It’s ridiculous. 

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You stumble back home, bellies full. Kicking your shoes off, you tug him towards the couch and switch on that one drama you insist he watch with you. Both of you started off seated. He sits cross legged while you tuck your feet to the side, his arm resting around your shoulder.

It’s not a new drama you’re watching. No, it's one of those that you like to come back to, one of those you watch without needing to think too hard or wonder what to expect. 

Junhyeon sighs as you lean against him, comfortably pressing against his side. He watches you fondly as you mimic the dialogue on screen, the audio almost like white noise at this point. Suddenly you’re reaching up, fingers skimming feather-light across his jawline leaving little sparks in their wake.

“So handsome~” You murmur, letting your thumb ghost below his bottom lip. Jeonghyeon’s breath stutters. 

“My Leejeongie, naekko!”

He’s going to die. You’re going to kill him. Belatedly, he realises that you’re just imitating the drama. Still, his stupid heart is ready to pound its way out of his chest. Before he can think twice, he gently grabs your hand in his and presses a kiss to your knuckles. You go quiet. Before he can drop your hand, you pull yourself closer, nudging at him until you’re kneel-sitting between his thighs, his legs stretched out on the couch. 

You drop his hand in favour of resting your palms on his shoulders to balance yourself. His arms are limp by his sides. Jeonghyeon almost stops breathing as you lean forward, your noses nearly touching, trying to keep his cool. You peck the corner of his mouth. He’s an absolute goner at this point. 

For the next few minutes, he lets you litter kisses all over his face, sweet on his forehead, making his cheeks flush hot, his teeth clenching as your lips brush a trail along his jaw. You chip away at his sanity every time you bring your lips to his and pause just before they touch, leaving his mouth a little more dry every time. The last straw is when you bite playfully at his collarbones, giggling at the look of utter distress that washes over his face as you tease up his neck. By the time your lips once again ghost against the corners of his, his hands grab needily at your waist.

“Dammit aegiya, please.”

Jeonghyeon breathes out shakily and you flash him a coy little smile that does bad, bad things to his heart before you finally kiss him. 

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God, you’re ridiculous. 

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Jeonghyeon can’t stop kissing you. 

His teeth scrape slightly against your bottom lip and you gasp. Your tongue flicks out to drag across the roof of his mouth and something so good just bursts in his brain. Hands squeeze your waist again, you squeak and they stroke your sides as if to soothe, sliding down to rest on your thighs. You shift, gripping to the front of your boyfriend’s hoodie and just like that, you’re fully on his lap, straddling him.

If nothing, Jeonghyeon only gets needier.

He’s mouthing at your neck, tongue teasing mindless patterns at the places he knows are sensitive. The little noises that escape you set off tiny firecrackers in his head. Your hands clench uselessly before finding their way to his hair and tugging. Heat blooms at the pit of his stomach and he bites a little harder than he meant to. The strangled noise that it draws from you is delicious and your hips jerk forward, creating friction that has him groaning. His mind is empty, save for the thought of you, how desperate he is for you.

Fingers slip under this hoodie to fidget with the waistband of his pants, every touch against bare skin has him inhaling sharply, his eyes dark and pupils blown out, staring at you in a way that has heat coursing through your whole body. He’s become bold enough to rest his palms over your ass, slipping them into your back pockets and squeezing. Your hands go a little lower and he bites back a curse, resting his forehead on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Any sense of composure is tossed aside, neither of you bothering to see where it’s gone.

It’s all shaky breathing, gasps swallowed up by lips on lips, fabric rustling and the desperate repetition of each other’s name like a plea to the universe to mould your bodies together so that you’d never be apart from each other.

Jeonghyeon’s basking in the afterglow, both of you struggling to catch your breaths. He’s as boneless as you are, languidly draping yourself on top of him, sprawling almost, limbs loose and liquid-like. You giggle and that’s when he notices the drama still playing in the background.

Hands reach for his own, and he swears he can see the stars in your eyes. You’re absolutely going to be the end of him. His heart and his mind and his body and his soul, dangling into the precipice that is you. It’s absolutely idiotic, letting himself drop in so deep, not caring about when he’ll have to hit the ground, running.

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And yet, he’s the one who’s ridiculous enough to fall for you, over and over and over again.

[zerosxns]

stawwppp when you say you’re my biggest fan im likkkeee 😝☝️ also i heard hot mint tea helps with hangovers 😞 I’m a pussy loser that doesn’t drink or parties so i wouldnt know 😞

I wanna know what you think each members roles would be (as in soft/hard dom, sub/dom leaning—switch, sub)? Every now and then i change my answer cause i feel i get to know them a little better and im like NAHHHH and i change my answer, except with hanbin he has always been a switch for me (i want him)

- 🥞 anon (i miss u)

i am your biggest fan 🤭. love your brain already. for my own sake, as a dom, i personally headcanon that they all switch. however, realistically speaking i think these are their alignments. (i miss you more)

jiwoong is a switch with a heavy dom lean. he likes taking care of people, and sexually is no different. but of course he does like being taken care of too.

hao is dominant, but prefers to make you desperate enough to do all the work yourself. (he subs occasionally and expects to be spoiled when he does.)

hanbin is there for your pleasure. he does whatever you want him to; a switch in that essence. he’s actually the definition of “are you really a dom or are you just so submissive you would do it if that’s what your partner wanted?” whatever you want, hanbin does.

matthew is a switch with a sub lean. his muscles are absolutely for show. he could take control, but he doesn’t want to. he likes when you make him your fuck toy. it feels amazing to him

taerae is more on the dominant side. you are his fuck toy. he likes to make you cum until you’re crying and begging him to slow down, and then keeps going.

ricky is honestly hard to place, so i’m going to say he’s a true switch. some days he can be the most dominant person you’ve ever been with, other days he gets whiny and wants to be taken care of.

gyuvin is very submissive, i think. he’s just needy and his brain will short circuit if you leave him in charge. he’s like a dumb puppy, you have to tell him what to do! otherwise he won’t know how to please you.