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[yinkissd]

      ( 𝖨'𝖬 𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖭' ✮ 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 )

ㅤ. . . 𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗺𝘆𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 ㅤ ◜ᴗ◝ ㅤ enhypen having a crush on you

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ㅤ 𝗢𝗡𝗘. ୨୧ YANG JUNGWON

it's hard not to be suspicious when one day everything's normal, and the next you're seeing jungwon pop up everywhere around you? you're in the drama club? he is, too!!, what a happy coincidence :D and oh, the two of you seem to be going the same way right now, so you might as well let him walk you~ ! >< you'd be annoyed but there's something so cute about the way his entire face lights up when he happens to "accidentally" run into you. so, you let him stick around. how could you say no to that adorable smile anyway? (this works out rather well for said man too, because after all, keeping his crush a secret is not for jungwon. the second he's sure of his feelings, he's already plotting. you won't even know what hit you ;))

ㅤ 𝗧𝗪𝗢. ୨୧ LEE HEESEUNG

sure, he seems like he'd be all cool and suave but i'm here to let you know that that is false information. heeseung would probably be too busy zoning out to thoughts of you to actually do anything. things like "oh __ looked so pretty today .. i wanted to tell them but what if they think i'm being weird :(" on the off chance that you happen to initiate something, oh boy he's a goner. red-cheeked, flustered and stumbling awkwardly over his words, heeseung can barely get a coherent sentence out. in an attempt to not come off as a complete loser he'll probably mumble out 1 single (extremely cringey) pick up line (which he learnt from jay) before absolutely booking it. face card really is the only thing saving him.

ㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘. ୨୧ PARK JAY

hiding crushes is something jay 100% excels at. he is charming to a fault, flirts as if it's second nature to him, but the way he does it seems to tread the line between "platonic" and something decidedly "more" so well it's almost admirable. if you pay close attention though, there's some tell-tale signs of jay's which are a clear giveaway. one, he goes out of his way to impress you—to have your attention on just him by flaunting his skills. two, he'll do anything to hear you laugh for him. not just smiles (even though he adores the soft smiles you direct his way); there's something about seeing you throw your head back, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter at some or the other teasing remark he let slip that makes his chest swell with pride.

ㅤ 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥. ୨୧ SIM JAKE

poor baby jake, he'd honestly try his best to approach you, strike up a conversation about something he thinks you'd be interested in—but ends up chickening out :( he is, unfortunately, no stranger to completely losing his composure around you. one (dis)advantage of being unable to think clearly around you is that jake often finds himself unknowingly being rather bold at times. like that one time you weren't sure if the dress you had on was a good choice and he'd all but cornered you against a wall, hands braced next to your head, passionately explaining that you, in fact, looked gorgeous and he'd almost had a nosebleed at the sight of you. when you asked about it later, he admitted he still thought that was a fever dream, actually.

ㅤ 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘. ୨୧ PARK SUNGHOON

so nonchalant. so unreadable. sure, he's really sweet to you and all his friends have mentioned that sunghoon's never this nice to ... well, anyone, really. but you're just not sure if he means it. he seems so calm and collected at all times—you can't tell if him remembering your exact coffee order (right down the number of espresso shots you like in it) is him dropping a "hint" or if he's just Cool like that. behind this unbothered facade though, the boy hides a completely different self. he secretly can't help but analyze each and every interaction he has with you. you'd text him one offhanded heart emoji and he'd yap to his homeboys about it for hours wondering "what exactly you meant by it."

ㅤ 𝗦𝗜𝗫. ୨୧ KIM SEONWOO

once he has a crush, sunoo already considers you his person. and he will not be subtle about it at all—think playfully teasing you every chance he gets, implied ideas of strictly unplatonic acts. whatever it takes to ensure he's always on your mind. adding to that, he's so very clingy. for example, holding your hand right up to his own to "compare hand sizes" except that ends with him intertwining your fingers together and then pretending he can't hear you when you ask to let go. he is not above spam texting and calling at random 3 am nights either. unashamed king, sunoo honestly wants you to know he's interested and that he's a better option than anyone else you could possibly be interested in.

ㅤ 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡. ୨୧ NISHIMURA RIKI

if ni-ki was in a video game, he'd do all the quests necessary to maximize his "nonchalance" statistics. because god forbid he's vulnerable in front of someone he likes and wishes to pursue a romantic relationship with. jokes aside, he's probably worried of ruining what you and him already have; and hence ni-ki's more than content with merely admiring you from a distance. this, coupled with the fact that he wants you to seem him as someone cool makes him act extra composed and reserved and with just the right amount of mystique (he hopes.) though the way you often catch him staring at you longingly from across rooms, promptly blushing and then looking away quite easily breaks that illusion. oh well.

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[revehui]

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“fuck, i’m so sorry!”

jisung’s voice comes out cracked, strangled, like it had to climb over a wall of panic before reaching the air. mumbled apologies tumble out of his mouth in quick succession, his head already bowing — once, twice, too many times to count, as if the repetition could erase what just happened.

you wrap your towel around yourself in record speed, the cotton scratching against your damp skin. the steam of the shower hasn’t even cleared yet, curling in thick swirls around the small bathroom, but your mind has already fogged with heat that has nothing to do with hot water.

“what’s your problem, perv?” you ask teasingly, clutching the towel like a shield. the words come out sharper than intended, your voice dripping with faux disbelief. “do you make a habit of peeping on people when they’re showering?” his ears burn bright red, his eyes staying glued to the bathroom tiles, his tall frame visibly folding in on itself. he mutters something — maybe another apology,  but his voice is so low it gets swallowed up by the hiss of water still dripping from the showerhead.

still, you catch it. “i didn’t know! i just — you usually —” his throat bobs, words breaking apart like spilled marbles. he dares a glance upward, and for half a second his gaze flicks over you, damp skin damp and glistening from the cooling water droplets, towel barely secure, your breasts nearly spilling out from the top. before he jerks his eyes away again.

that look shouldn’t linger, but it does. you narrow your eyes. “unbelievable,” you scoff. but your irritation is tempered by something else, something you’re not willing to name. he looks… ashamed. mortified. his hands twist at the hem of his hoodie, knuckles pale, as if holding onto fabric is the only thing keeping him steady.

jisung isn’t a bad roommate—awkward, yes, nerdy in a way that borders on endearing, but not a creep. he’s the kind of guy who spends hours hunched over his laptop with headphones in, tapping away at god knows what. sometimes you hear him muttering strategies to himself when he games (you can also hear his annoying gross friends raging), sometimes you find him asleep on the couch surrounded by empty ramen cups and open notebooks. always timid, always a little too polite. you should be furious. you should scream, throw something, shove him out and lock the door behind you. instead, you find yourself fidgeting, readjusting the towel higher on your chest even though you know he isn’t looking. not really. only in flashes, quick betrayals of his self-control. “y/n, i swear,” he blurts suddenly, louder this time, voice cracking under the strain of nerves. “i didn’t know you were in here, i just — i needed —” he motions vaguely toward the counter, where his electric toothbrush sits abandoned. a laugh almost escapes you. almost. he barged in on you nearly naked because he needed his toothbrush?

you bite it back, shifting your weight onto one hip instead. “ever heard of knocking?”

“i mean yeah — yes, i usually do…” his words tangle together again, tripping over one another. “i thought you were still in your room, i don’t know! your door was open and—”

“and so you just storm the bathroom like you’re the only one that owns it?”

“i didn’t storm…” he trails off, groans under his breath, and rubs a hand over his face like he wants to scrub the moment out of existence.

there’s a beat of silence where all you hear is the faint drip-drip of water onto tile. you loosen your grip on the towel a bit and tilt your head, studying him.  this shouldn’t be funny. but it is. a little. his long frame awkwardly crammed into the doorway, his glasses sliding down his nose, his whole demeanor one stiff, trembling mess. the embarrassment rolls off him in waves, filling the room so thickly you can practically breathe it in.

you shouldn’t notice the way his broad shoulders tense under the hoodie, or the way his adam’s apple jerks every time he swallows. you shouldn’t notice the fact that even though his eyes keep darting to the floor, they flicker up every now and then, helplessly, hungrily, before he wrenches them away again. but you do. and something about it sparks a wicked little thought in the back of your mind. you let out a long sigh, deliberately slow, and lean just slightly against the counter. “you know,” you say, tone shifting from sharp to almost casual, “most guys would be thrilled to walk in on something like this.” his head snaps up. his eyes are wide, caught between offense and panic. “what? i’m not —  i wouldn’t!”

the corners of your mouth twitch despite yourself. you watch him stumble over every possible denial, watch his face burn redder with each second. he’s so bad at this. so bad at hiding the obvious. “relax,” you cut in, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the faint smirk tugging at your lips. “i didn’t say you did it on purpose.”

“i didn’t…” he insists, though his voice has dropped to a mumble again. His hands are still knotted in the hem of his hoodie, twisting it tight.

“mm.” you hum noncommittally, letting the word hang in the humid air.

you could leave it there. you could brush past him, retreat to your room, and never bring it up again.

but where’s the fun in that? “you know,” you start, drawing out the words, “you could always make it up to me.” his head tilts, a tiny movement, brows furrowing. “make… it up?” you nod, lips curling just enough to make his throat bob. “yeah. you barge in on me naked, i think that deserves some compensation, don’t you?” he blinks at you, wide eyed, like a deer about to bolt. “I — i don’t — what do you mean?”

“relax,” you say again, softer this time, as if you’re the one reassuring him. you tug at the edge of your towel, pretending to readjust but watching the way his eyes flicker, helpless, even as he tries to look away. “you could help me dry off. maybe rub some lotion on me. seems fair, right?”

he freezes. you swear you can see his brain short-circuiting in real time, thoughts collapsing on themselves like dominoes. “l-lotion?” he echoes, like the word itself is foreign. “yeah, lotion.” you step closer, just a fraction, enough to see him shift backward instinctively, shoulders brushing the doorframe. he’s tall enough that you have to slightly tilt your chin to meet his eyes, and the difference sends a flicker of heat through you. “you know, moisturizer. unless you’ve... never touched a bottle before.” he fumbles with his sleeve, tugging it over his palm like a nervous tic. “i have, i just… i don’t think—”

“c’mon, jisung,” you cut him off, tone teasing now, playful in a way that makes his ears burn darker. “what’s the worst that could happen? you’re acting like i’m asking you to commit a crime.” his lips part, but no sound comes out. his gaze darts from your face, to the steam-damp curve of your shoulder, to the towel clutched at your chest. he swallows hard.

“unless…” you let the word hang, feigning thought. “unless you’re scared.”

that does it. his head snaps up, eyes locking on yours with something sharper than nerves — defensiveness, maybe, or pride. “i’m not scared.”

“no?” you tilt your head, letting your smile bloom slow. “then prove it.”

his jaw tightens. he doesn’t move for a long beat, the silence stretching until you think maybe you’ve pushed too far. then, finally, his hand lifts, hesitant, hovering like he’s asking permission without saying it.

you don’t pull away. instead, you tug him by the sleeve toward your bedroom, backing up until the back of your knees bump the edge of your mattress. you sit down, towel tucked securely around you, and glance up at him with that same teasing smile. “well? are you gonna stand there all night, or…?” you pat the space beside you. he stiffens but obeys, lowering himself onto the edge of your bed. the dip of the mattress pulls you closer together, the proximity suddenly intimate, like the walls of your room are holding the tension tighter than the steam-filled bathroom ever could. his fingers brush your arm first, featherlight, and the contrast makes your skin prickle — his palm large and warm, dwarfing the narrow line of your bicep. his hand looks almost ridiculous against you, like it could wrap all the way around if he tried. “see?” you murmur, eyes trained on the way he’s holding you so carefully it’s almost clumsy. “not so scary.” he exhales through his nose, shaky, and gives the faintest nod. you reach over to your nightstand, snagging the bottle of lotion you always keep there, and press it into his hands. “go on, then. make it up to me.” the bottle looks small in his grip, plastic bending under the flex of his long fingers. you bite back the smirk threatening your lips, already cataloguing every detail — his hands, his hesitance, the way he’s trying so hard not to stare.

he squirts a blob of lotion into his palm, staring at it like it’s an exam question he didn’t study for. “where… uh… where do i—?”

“start with my shoulders,” you say simply, turning slightly to face away from him. the towel sits low at the curve of your spine as you settle against the pillows, and you feel him freeze again.

there’s a pause before his hands finally make contact, tentative, smoothing lotion over your skin. his palms spread wide, covering almost the whole span of your shoulders in one pass. the size difference makes your stomach flip, and you lean into it, just slightly, to see what he’ll do. he stiffens, then adjusts, trying to be gentle.

“you’re so… small,” he mutters under his breath, like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

you glance over your shoulder, smirk tugging at your lips. “small?”

his eyes widen, panic flashing across his face. “i didn’t—i mean—i just meant—”

“relax,” you repeat for the third time, savoring the way he squirms. “i don’t mind. it’s kinda cute, actually.” his ears are on fire now, and his movements turn clumsier, lotion spreading in uneven streaks. his hands keep brushing the edges of your towel, fingertips grazing damp skin just shy of where the cotton ends.

“you’re really bad at this,” you tease, letting your voice darken into something more dangerous.

“s-sorry,” he stammers, but his hands don’t pull away. if anything, they tighten fractionally, fingertips pressing a little deeper into your skin. and god, you feel tiny under him — his whole presence looming, his hands practically engulfing you, his height making you crane your neck just to look back at him. it sends another rush of heat curling low in your stomach, one you don’t bother fighting.

“don’t apologize,” you murmur, tilting your head back against his chest as you sink into him and the pillows. “it feels good.”

his grip tightens, and you can feel the last threads of his restraint fraying. you let the silence stretch, heavy and charged, before you move. one hand goes to the edge of your towel, tugging it loose from where it’s tucked against your chest.

his eyes widen instantly. “w-wait, what are you —”

the towel slips free, falling from your body and pooling around your hips like a discarded shield. suddenly there’s nothing between his gaze and you. bare, soft skin catching the dim light of your bedroom. he freezes. utterly still, like even breathing would break him. his pupils blow wide, jaw slack, ears so red you wonder if the color will crawl all the way down his neck.

“there,” you say, tone casual but heart racing. “now you really don’t have an excuse.” his lips part, but no words make it out. his gaze keeps darting to your collarbones, your breasts, the curve of your stomach before he squeezes his eyes shut like maybe if he doesn’t look, this won’t be happening.

“you’re insane,” he mutters, voice strangled. you grin, leaning closer until your nose almost brushes his jaw. “maybe. but you’re still here.”

his hands flex uselessly at his sides, long fingers twitching like they don’t know whether to grab hold of you or retreat. you reach down, catch one, and drag it up to rest against your bare waist. his palm swallows the space there easily, hot and heavy against your skin. he gasps, almost chokes, but doesn’t pull away.

“see?” you murmur, guiding his fingers higher, spreading them over your ribs until his hand nearly spans the whole side of your torso. “you fit around me perfectly. like i was made to be this way for you.”

the sound he makes is barely human — something caught between panic and want. his thumb brushes unconsciously against your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “i… i can’t,” he whispers, but his hand is still on you, still gripping just a little tighter, like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he lets go.

you tilt your head, smirk curling slow. “sure you can. you already are.” as he shifts uncomfortably, the mattress dips under his weight, and your eyes drag downward before you can stop yourself. that’s when you see it—thick and straining against the soft fabric of his sweats, obvious no matter how much he tries to squeeze his thighs together. your lips twitch, curling into a slow smirk as you drag your gaze back up to his face. he’s already looking anywhere but at you, ears burning red, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

“you’re really gonna tell me you don’t want this?” your voice drips with amusement, your head tilting slightly as if you’re studying him. “when you’re that hard already?” jisung freezes. his eyes widen, panic flashing across his features, and he immediately fumbles to cover himself with his hands, tugging at the hem of his hoodie like that could possibly hide anything.

“i–it’s not — i didn’t mean to —” he stammers, voice cracking in his throat. his whole body goes rigid, like he’s been caught in something he can’t back out of. the way he avoids your eyes, the way his jaw clenches and his hands press down uselessly over the bulge — it only makes your smirk widen. your hand keeps moving, steady and unhurried, until you feel his whole body tremble under you. his breaths come short and shaky, muffled behind his hand, like he’s fighting not to fall apart already. “can’t hide it from me now,” you murmur, tugging at the waistband of his sweats. his eyes snap open instantly, wide and panicked.

“w–wait!”

“easy, ji. tell me if this is too far, yeah?” he nods quickly, and your only further response is a smirk . you hook your fingers under the fabric, dragging it down slowly, savoring the way he squirms but doesn’t stop you. the material bunches at his thighs, and then—

you pause, lips parting as your gaze drops.

he’s huge. thick, flushed, the tip glistening with precum that’s already smeared a wet patch in his boxers. even restrained by the last thin layer of fabric, the weight of him rests heavy against his stomach, straining for freedom. your mouth goes dry. “jesus, jisung.” your voice comes out lower than you meant, almost reverent. “you’re… fucking massive.”

his face crumples, red all the way down to his chest, and he tries to hide it again with his hands. “d–don’t look at me like that…”

you catch his wrists easily, pinning them to the mattress beside his hips, and lean closer. “like what? like you’re the biggest cock i’ve ever seen in my life?” he groans, head tipping back into the pillows, and you take your chance, freeing one hand to tug his boxers down the rest of the way.

the breath leaves your lungs in a rush.

he springs free, thick and flushed a deep pink, veins running along the length. precum drips from the tip, sliding down the curve, catching the light. you can’t help but reach out, wrapping your hand around him, and even then your fingers don’t come close to meeting. “fuck,” you whisper, squeezing lightly, marveling at the weight in your palm. “you’re so big, jisung. so pretty, too.” you pump once, slow, and watch him twitch in your grasp. “how could you think i wouldn’t want this?”

his eyes squeeze shut, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his hips buck into your hand. “i — it’s embarrassing,” he manages, voice breaking.

you tilt your head, watching him unravel with every stroke. “embarrassing? no, baby. this is perfect.” your thumb brushes over the wet head, smearing the precum down his shaft. “you’re perfect.” you let your palm stay wrapped around him, the weight and thickness of him filling your hand in a way that makes your stomach flutter. your other hand reaches for the lotion abandoned on the bed, squeezing a generous amount into your palm. the cool cream contrasts with the heat radiating off his skin, and you rub your hands together until it’s slick and glossy.

“we’re going to make this easier for both of us,” you murmur, watching his breathing hitch, shoulders trembling. his eyes squeeze shut, teeth biting his lip as he groans softly, and you guide your lubed up hand back down his shaft. the lotion spreads over him perfectly, slickening him up so that your strokes are smooth, slow, deliberate. you start small at first, just teasing the head, and he jerks instantly, a strangled moan breaking free.

“fuck! y/n,” jisung breathes, hips lifting toward your hand instinctively. you squeeze gently around the base, marveling at how full and long he is under your touch. “god, jisung, you’re so big, baby. i can feel every inch of you.”

he groans, back arching against the mattress, hands clutching at the sheets helplessly. “i — I’m gonna… fuck, i—” you ignore his protests, keeping a firm but gentle rhythm, thumb stroking over the sensitive tip, fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. the lotion makes everything glide, and you can feel his cock twitching and throbbing in your hand, reacting to every small movement you make.

“look at this,” you murmur, voice low and teasing, thumb brushing over the ridge of his vein. “so pretty… so desperate for me. can’t hide how much you want it.”

he’s breathing hard, hips shifting against your hand, eyes squeezed shut. then, in a voice so broken and strained it makes your chest flutter, he whispers:

“y–y/n… choke me.”

you freeze, hand still wrapped around him, staring at him in disbelief. “what?”

“i… i want you to,” he admits, almost ashamed, head shaking, but the flush creeping up his neck tells you he’s serious. “please…”

your lips twitch into a wicked grin. you can’t help it. jisung, your nerdy (not so) little roommate… wanting you to choke him? gross little thing. you run your free hand lightly down his chest, fingers brushing over his collarbone. “you… want me to do that?”

he nods, cheeks burning redder than you thought possible, voice barely audible. “i… i can’t… i just… need you to…”

your grin widens. you lean in closer, lowering your voice to a teasing purr. “wow… i would never have guessed that about you, jisung. so… filthy.” his head tips back, groaning, hands gripping the sheets tighter. you can see the way he’s completely undone under your gaze, how his whole body reacts to your words.

“you really are something else.” you whisper, hand continuing to stroke him, the lotion making each movement glide perfectly.

he whimpers at that, hips bucking again involuntarily. “y–y/n… please…”

you smirk, leaning close, lips brushing against his ear. “you’re lucky i like you like this, you know?” he shudders, breathing hitching, completely at your mercy as your hand slides towards his throat, grip slightly tightening. he tries to speak, but all that comes out are strangled moans. 

“shh,” you whisper, looking at him. “relax. i’ve got you.” your hand tightens fractionally around his shaft, while your fingers on his throat are firm but careful. “you wanted this, remember?” he shudders, hips jerking into your hand involuntarily, groaning low. the wet, slick sounds of you practically milking his cock fill the room. his hips jerk again, and a strangled moan escapes. “i… i can’t — god, i’m gonna…”

“yeah, you are,” you whisper, squeezing his neck a little tighter. “feel how good this is, huh? look at you… so handsome, so fucking hard, just for me.” his eyes squeeze shut, eyes locking with yours and he whimpers. the combination of your hand, the slick lotion, and the pressure of your fingers at his throat has him completely undone.

“so big,” you murmur, letting your palm slide over his length slowly, deliberately, teasing every ridge and vein. “fuck, you’re huge… all for me, and you know it.” your thumb brushes his sensitive tip, occasionally going back and forth over the slit of his length. “come on… let go for me.”

his back arches, jaw tight, teeth biting into his lip trying to suppress his noises, but fails. the sound he makes is raw, ragged, and your hand never slows, palm and fingers moving in perfect rhythm over him, slicked and throbbing.

“that’s it…” you whisper, voice low and teasing. “my jisung… so big… all for me. come on, baby. make it up to me...” he shudders violently, voice breaking, hips bucking, long ropes of cum shooting out of his cock. he cries out, gripping the sheets, completely undone under your touch, and you let him ride it out, hand slick and steady, thumb teasing his tip as he trembles through every last shudder. "you’re such a messy little thing.” you murmur, fingers gathering some of his cum, bringing it to your mouth. you savor the salty taste, giggling at his shocked expression “i — i can’t believe you just did that.” his voice is quiet, shaky, still flushed, and he buries his face in his hands. you laugh softly, leaning over him, hand brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. “believe it, every bit of it.” you murmur, voice low and teasing. he groans softly, cheeks still flushed. “i… i’m never letting anyone see me like this again…”

“oh, don’t worry,” you say, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. “nobody’s seeing this but me.”

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[shortonwon]

Can you do 121 & 128 with Heeseung??!

WARNINGS: MDNI! smut, hybrid au (cat hybrid reader), purring, semi dub con tone, begging, power imbalance, fingering, reader in heat, owner × pet dynamics. . . WORD COUNT: 400+

THE MASTERLIST ! 💤 almost all prompts taken !

Your claws dig lightly into the sheets, tail twitching with restless need as the heat coils sharp and unbearable low in your belly. Being a hybrid meant your body betrayed you in the cruelest ways — slick dripping down your thighs, chest rising and falling in shallow pants, ears twitching with every sound Heeseung makes.

He sits on the edge of the bed, calm and collected, watching you squirm naked against the sheets like you’re nothing more than his pet in heat. His hand strokes up your trembling thigh before settling between your legs. The moment his fingers press against your soaked folds, a helpless, desperate mewl slips from you — melting into a rumbling purr you can’t control.

Heeseung smirks, leaning down until his lips brush your ear. “Mmh, you’re purring… does my hand between your legs feel that good?”

Your hips buck against his palm, tail thrashing behind you, shameless in your need. “H-Hee, I can’t… it’s too much,” you whine, voice breaking, your thighs shaking as your slick coats his hand.

But he doesn’t stop. He drags one long finger up your slit, collecting the dripping mess before pushing it inside. Your walls clamp down instantly, squeezing him so tight it makes his cock throb inside his pants. A sharp, broken moan spills past your lips, ears flicking back in humiliation.

Heeseung clicks his tongue. “Look at this mess.” He curls his finger just right, pulling another cry out of you before sliding in a second, stretching you open until you’re arching off the bed. His voice drops lower, dark and amused, “Your body says ‘stop’, but your cunt is still fucking dripping. Explain that.”

Your ears flatten, face burning with heat, your breath catching as you choke out, “I-I don’t know… it’s just my heat, please… please, Hee—”

Heeseung chuckles, low and cruel, thrusting his fingers harder, knuckles pressing deep while his thumb circles your clit in relentless strokes. Slick squelches loudly with every push, your pussy fluttering around him as the purring in your chest vibrates uncontrollably.

“You need me to help you, don’t you, kitty?” he breathes, his lips brushing your temple as his pace quickens. “Only me.”

Your moans rise into desperate cries, every sound shamelessly wet and needy. Your thighs tremble, your claws snag at the sheets, and your whole body arches as your heat devours you — helpless under Heeseung’s touch, your owner dragging every ounce of need out of you until all that’s left is the ache for him to finally fill you.

© shortonwon | all rights reserved !

[yvanillewe]

ׅ 🍥ꯨ⃜ ㅤׄㅤ ꆬㅤׄ 𐐽𖦹υᥒt יִ to Ɩ𔘓ve ㅤׁ ⠷ׄ

ㅤ ⋆ ʕ -᷅ ༝-᷄ʔ ׄ ☁️₊

/ ִ ࣪ 𖦹 ָ ࣪ ׅ ㅤׄ𓊘

[msnchild]

﹫ㅤ 𝖽݂𝗋𝗏𝖾ׁ𝗇 ͜ tׂ𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 ݂

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓈃 ⠀ 𓈒⠀𓈒 ⠀ ͟🍐 ͟ ⠀ ⠀ ໂ✿﮾

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏⬚͒💗 ❀ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ 🍏 ⠀ 𓈒⠀𓈒 ⭐️♡̩͙ 💧

⠀⠀ ू 📒🐌 ᆼᆽᆼ ⿻ ཐིཋྀ

⠀ ⠀𓋵࣬ ㅤ 𔓘 ͚𝆬⠀⠀⠀♡̵̼͓̥͒̾⠀ ⠀◌ 🎀𝃞 ☘️

.˳ 🍀 ˚̩̩̥͙ ⠀◌ 𓈒 ꒪⠀ ⠀ ⠷ ❀

⠀⠀⠀ 🐌 𓈒 ⠀⿸ 🍈 （ ō ㉨ ō )

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝘁𝗲́⠀⠀ ⠀青リ ⠀ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶⠀ ンゴ 🍵

⠀ ⠀

⠀🍎🎹⠀⠀⠀⠀┈⠀ ♡ ༚ 🥮

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ by @nudjismo. ♥️

[yinkissd]

      𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧, 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗?✮

. . . 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋ㅤ%ㅤacademic rival jake wins a bet

          ≧ × ≦ cw ! swearing, o chem mention, kisses───524 ｡

you can't believe your eyes.

the piece of paper in front of you—a list of the top scoring students of your last organic chemistry exam—seems to be mocking you.

the first serial number shows jake sim, 97.00%. while you're stuck under him with a measly 96.74%. it's like the universe is playing a cruel joke on you.

you don't think you've felt as much hatred for a piece of paper ever in your life as you do right now. and fuck, you don't even want to imagine how jake would react when he saw the list—

"well, well, well."

speak of the devil.

you practically hear the smirk in jake's voice.

he places his hand on the wall next to your head, cornering you right next to that offending list with an ease that is infuriating.

jake is smiling as he speaks up, "you happen to the see the results yet?"

yes you've seen the damn results. and you can tell that he's seen them too, based on how smug he looks. you only answer with an eyeroll.

"cute. i'll take that as a yes." he tilts his head in a facade of innocence, "and ... you remember our little bet too, yeah?"

how could you forget? that stupid bet—whoever received lesser marks would have to do any one thing the other person asked of them. it had seemed a good idea at the time, a way to extract some entertainment out of the otherwise boring subject. and you'd been so confident, too.

"haha." you can only mutter dryly, "fine. you win."

jake hums, satisfied, like he's been waiting all his academic career to hear those words. he angles your chin upwards to face you better, "then i'd like to claim my prize right now, if you don't mind."

your breath catches at his lips pressing against your jaw in short kisses. he's teasing you.

... "don't—" you force out, eyes squeezing shut before you can stop yourself, "... don't do that."

he looks personally offended, frowning, "hm? don't do what?"

"there's, um, no need to drag it out." you still can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, "just ... kiss me."

for a second, jake falters. your unexpected ask clearly marks a shift in the air. his presence around you is heavier all of a sudden, the tension somehow more serious now.

his thumb brushes against your lower lip as if testing the waters; giving you time to take back what you said. but you don't, merely staring back at him with a firm resolution.

and before you know it, his lips are on yours. soft, insistent—with a certainty that makes you dizzy. pulling you closer, jake's free hand moves to wrap around your waist as if he can somehow read your mind.

you hate that you want him even closer to you.

when you end up breaking away for air, he's smiling with a sincerity that has his eyes twinkling. fuck does he have to look this cute right after rendering you speechless?

"already losing your breath, gorgeous? stay with me now. you still owe me more kisses."

ㅤㅤ𝒇𝗿𝗼𝗺 陰 BRIAR DAY !! go wish my gfie @amatariki rn MWAH

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[maoo09yen]

ㅤㅤGot a fragile heart always thought you knew that

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝄞͏ིུ. ೄㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@revelxing

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd you said from the start,  ˚　.　　.　　 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❤︎ㅤㅤ❤︎ㅤㅤ"Guess that's how we do that"

[funkycoloured]

⠀⠀꤫ 𝆬⠀ േ{}:::::::::::::> ⊹ ⠀ ⠀BOT RELEASE⠀⠀ ⋆⠀⠀⠀. 　 ˚　

game of thrones

﹙ notes ﹚ this is probably gonna flop because I've never posted for this fandom before but I wanted to do it anyways. a little note, these are more centered around the show as a lot of the characters are minors in the asoiaf books, and though I'm a book fan first and foremost, I'm not very comfortable making bots of minors. miscellaneous bots are coming next so make sure to get your requests in through my inbox! I will probably make another post with female GOT characters and maybe some HOTD too. (theme/aesthetic of this post is somewhat inspired by @faiszt)

JAIME LANNISTER

arranged marriage ⠀·⠀·⠀━╋⠀·⠀jaime was sure that his new wife hated him. he saw it in the way your lips curled around a sneer, the way your voice dripped with disgust as you called him kingslayer. you rejected his touch at every turn and downright refused to indulge in simple conversations with him. jaime knew you despised him, and your marriage.

JON SNOW

the princess and the bastard ⠀·⠀·⠀━╋⠀·⠀the frigid air nipped at jon's skin, his cheeks redenned from the cold. his footsteps were light, cautiously so, as his boots crunched the snow beneath him. his gaze sought the princess out from across the courtyard of castle black, the clang of steel on steel ringing in his head and drowning out his thoughts.

ROBB STARK

betrayal (greyjoy!user/theon's sibling) ⠀·⠀·⠀━╋⠀·⠀theon. the mere name brought upon unbridled rage – and moreover, guilt. robb had trusted him, foolishly so, believing in the bonds of friendship and brotherhood. theon had been like family to him, a brother in all but blood.

unwanted bride (frey!user) ⠀·⠀·⠀━╋⠀·⠀lord waldur had insisted upon robb marrying one of his girls before he allowed his men to pass through the twins. his price had been high and demanding, but his council had assured him numerous times that it was necessary if wished to win the war of the five kings.

[msnchild]

﹫ㅤ 𝖽݂𝗋𝗏𝖾ׁ𝗇 ͜ tׂ𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 ݂

๑ï ✧ 🤎🎼 〜 archivo

🍎 baúl ♪ 〜 ✿, ïഒ

ʚೃï♡ 🎹 ソフトな音楽。

angel ♡名 thesis ࿀࿁ 🎐

🎼 🍀 ❤︎ (灬'•㉨• ) ❀̩͙﹡

[miubuni]

(⁠*⁠ﾉ⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♫ d͏͏͏❤︎ll

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ☆ 𝄞 ☆ 𝄞 ☆ 𝄞 ☆ 𝄞 ☆ 𝄞 ☆ 𝄞 ☆ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

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[pinechild]

𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑦! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑠

more chubby reader be upon ye!!

I’ve got the twink brainworms,,,,they’re infecting me,,,,i need them so bad (esp polyester),,,,

ᶜᵂ. 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻 & 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖻 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 + 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 & 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗉𝗁𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖺

♡ Spoil you rotten. You’re their little cherub and they’ll do anything for you the second you bat your pretty lashes at them.

♡ They’ll buy you all the plus size clothes from expensive boutiques both on heaven and earth to your hearts content! From shoes to clothes to jewelry, wallets, and other accessories— it’s all yours. (thanks to their father’s credit card)

♡ Bonus points if it makes them look cool and #woke to shop at small businesses on their social media. Fast fashion is garbage anyways in their opinion (just don’t look at them going on tiktok shop).

ㅤ♡ And just because they’re brainrotted by social media and are the brattiest, cattiest bitches on the planet, doesn’t mean they’re gonna be assholes about your weight. In reality they actually love your softness and will get very handsy when cuddling you. You’re their favorite pillow.

ㅤ ♡ Those two will tear anyone a p a r t online if someone decides to comment anything fatphobic towards you.

♡ Cancelling and putting people on blast comes second nature to them apart from breathing. Hell hath no fury than white twinks scorned.

— “Woooow are you’re like, actually being fatphobic rn? Deadass? It’s 2025 bro get with the times.” “Yeah, highkey cringe— go touch some grass or something. Your ass is so getting lit up on Influencestgram once we post this fr.”

ㅤ♡ If you’re afab they’ll see you akin to classic paintings where soft rolls and plumpness where considered to be full of life and the pinnacle of beauty.

♡ If you’re amab, they’re going to get horny real fast— especially if you’re built like a bear? Guuuuurrrrlll— their minds just went blank. Please wrap your strong arms around them.

ㅤ♡ Looooooves how your skin overflows the gaps of their fingers. It makes them go feral.

ㅤ♡ Will pinch at your sides or grab fistfuls of you when feeling needy or clingy— especially Polyurethane, who particularly loves your tummy. He likes to knead and squish on it like a cat when he wants your attention. It’s a good stress reliever too.

— “Baaabby, pay attention to me! I’m literally way better than that stupid gooner game you’re playing! They’re not even pretty as me! Like ew!!”

ㅤ♡ Wear crop tops or low rise jeans around him you’ll kill this man. Especially if you’re more masc and have a hairy happy trail going all the way down. He’ll literally tear his hair out from how horny he is.

ㅤ♡ Polyester on the other hand likes your ass the most. Whether it’s big and juicy or small and cute or even flat, he doesn’t mind— he will be touching it. He’s a menace and unashamed about it— grabbing smacking and groping whatever his hand can reach.

ㅤ♡ Twerk for him and he’s cumming in his pants.

— “Aww don’t get all shy now babe, you know I can’t resist when you flaunt that cute ass in front of me— drives an angel wild you know.”

ㅤ♡ In bed they’re both nasty with it and mean. They like to make you squirm and watch your supple body give under their rough touch, fucking you hard to watch every part of you bounce and jiggle— it just really, really turns them on how warm and soft you are.

ㅤ♡ Like a plump and ripe fruit they’re ready to sink their teeth into.

ㅤ♡ If you’re on top, their brains almost short circuit on how you feel on top of whoever you’re fucking/riding. Either of them will moan like a bitch as you do tricks on it/ put it in their guts.

ㅤ♡ Bondage will not be out of the question because you just look so cute tied up in those velvet ribbons <3 They’ll tie you up with traditional bondage rope too— they just like velvet and lace ribbons the best. You look like a pretty present all wrapped up for them!

ㅤ♡ Don’t bring up shibari if you don’t want to be bedridden for a day im so serious they will rock your shit

ㅤ— “Sorry baby, we cant help it :(( you just look so cute all tied up and pathetic :((“ “You’ll forgive us if we make you cum your pretty little brains out, won’t you :((?”

ㅤ♡ If you’re insecure or just having a bad body image day, they’ll be on you in an instant: offering sweet, cooing praises and cuddling up to you as if you were the most precious thing heaven has to offer. Even offering some gentle (or rough) sex if you’d like.

ㅤ♡ And if you take them up on that, they’ll make sure you feel on top of the world no matter what pace they’re going.

ㅤ♡ Their fingers will trace your stretch marks with the softness of a doves wing, praising how pretty they are— how cute you look with them on your skin, as if etched with ribbons of lightning.

ㅤ♡ They’ll make you feel loved, wanted and worthy by the end of it. Kissing each insecurity you have: from your double chin to your thick calves— nothing escapes them when comforting their cherub.

ㅤ♡ Because you are their cherub, angel or not.

ㅤ♡ And they love you. Even if they can be bratty shitheads about it.

ㅤ♡ Because if i’m gonna be honest— they would rather kill themselves than see you with someone else. You’re theirs and theirs alone, and they’ll mark every inch of your plush skin so everyone knows you’re taken.

ㅤ♡ So please don’t leave okay? :(( They’ll fall apart without you :((

ㅤ♡ You’re the only one who they see is at their level and up to their standards, whether you believe it or not.

ㅤ♡ It only took one look at you and your plushness to know they were goners.

ㅤ♡ And if it’s not your soft warmth they’re cuddling with after a long day or seeing your chubby cheeks get rounder when you laugh— or even how your body fits and drapes in the different silks and textures of fabric in the different outfits they put you in, swiping their card at the register— then they don’t want it.

ㅤ♡ Because not to be lame, but they adore you. Like a lot.

ㅤ♡ And no matter what size you are, you’re still their baby that they’ll spoil any chance they get.

ㅤ♡ Even if Panty and Stocking bully the shit out of them for being simps (which they are).

[doll2sick]

— clark kent x virgin!reader

୨୧ warnings: virginity loss, piv sex, size difference, soft dom clark ୨୧ requests open! check out my navigation for request guidelines and masterlist.⠀⠀ㅤ ━╋

“s’not gonna fit, clark…” you whined as you laid on clark’s bed- the plush mattress cradling your naked body. you stared down at where clark kneeled between your legs- his cock in his hand.

he was a big man in every sense of the word- his broad shoulders that took up the elevator when you two rode it together, his large hands that seemed to envelope yours- and his cock.

his length was hard and heavy in his palm- you could barely fit your hand around the base, no way it would fit inside. his tip leaked as you stared at it. where he hid his eagerness in his expression, it showed in how his cock twitched as his eyes graze over your body.

“it’ll fit, sweetheart.” he assures, his free hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from your face. “made sure of it- got you all soaked n’ ready for me.” he coos, leaning over you now. his thumb presses against your bottom lip that had turned down in a pout- as if trying to wipe away the expression. “i’d never hurt you on purpose.” he promises.

you draw in a breath and nod, legs spreading a little wider to make room for him. he settles in between your legs, his eyes darting between your bodies and your face.

“just- tell me if anything feels wrong, okay? we can stop anytime okay honey?” he hums, his voice a soft comforting tone. you nod again, your heart thumping in your chest so hard you hear it in your ears.

you whimper when clark guides his tip in, the fat head disappearing into your weeping hole. clark kisses your lips gently. “jus' the head, baby- s'okay.” he says.

with one hand braced beside your head while the other grips his cock, he strokes his shaft a few times before he lines himself up with your weeping cunt.

"oh my-" he chokes out at the first brush of his tip against you—hot and slick and perfect. his hips jerk instinctively (can’t help it), dragging a broken whimper from you as he sinks in slow, muscles trembling with the effort not to just ruin you in one thrust.

the stretch is brutal- you could barely hear clark’s praises over the blood rushing in your ears and the intense sting of his cock splitting you open. your nails leave crescent shaped indents in his biceps. it was almost overwhelming- almost made you want to call it quits.

till you feel clark’s rough fingers circle your clit gently- a jolt of pleasure running up your spine. he kisses your lips a bit deeper now, swallowing every whine you let out. he pulls away to watch you, his dark eyes flickering with adoration. "breathe, pretty girl." he says when he realizes you were holding your breath. you let out a long shaky breath, head feeling hazy. "that's my girl." he praises.

you feel the head of his cock brush your cervix and you let out an extra loud whine, squirming slightly. “oh- ah- sorry, darling.” he murmurs, shuddering slightly. he looks down between you, panting slightly from the restraint.

“that’s as far as i can go.” he says softly, his cock pulsing slightly. “i’ll stay like this for a sec, yeah? tell me when to move. you’re doing so good.” he praises, stilling inside you so you could get used to the stretch. he peppers kisses over your face, so patient and so gentle.

he kisses the tip of your nose when you let out a strangled whimper. "i know baby, i know." he coos. "m'so proud of you, sweetheart- taking me so well." he praises, his large hand running up your side.

forehead dropping against yours, breath ragged: "you feel... gosh, ah—" his voice cracks, hips stuttering when you clench around him.

your chest rises and falls with each shaky breath and clark kisses away tears you didn’t even know you shed. “so perfect for me, sweetheart- takin’ me so good.” he hums, thumb brushing away the tears on your reddened cheeks.

you swallow thickly, feeling the stinging pain dissipate until all that’s left is the delicious fullness. you let out a soft breath- tongue darting out to wet my bottom lip. “y-you can move.” you nod.

his thrusts are slow and measured- like all he's focused on is making sure he doesn’t break you. his hips stutter slightly at one point, his head kissing your cervix again. you let out a ragged moan, eyes shut, lips parted.

"open your eyes, sweet thing." he hums. kissing your parted lips gently. when you do, you see a gentle smile on his face. this wasn't the smile he used for when he saves civilians from danger, or for strangers on the street, not even for his closest friends- this was for you. an expression of pure adoration and devotion.

that night, when you're fast asleep on his chest- clark just stares. if everything else fails, clark knows one thing for sure;

you were made for him.

DOLL2SICK est. 2025 © do not copy or publish my work to any other platform!

[msnchild]

﹫ㅤ 𝖽݂𝗋𝗏𝖾ׁ𝗇 ͜ tׂ𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 ݂

 

  𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 ✿︎ 𝗆𝗒 ' 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀

  내 걱정,  . . 🐞 𝗇𝗈  ꉂ

  난 나답게 더 빛나져ㅤ  𐂯

  ⟡  𝑓.  ༝🍏 ᵏⁱⁱⁱᵏⁱⁱⁱ ィ

  𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖾   𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

  ⤙ 🪲 　𓎟𓎟𒂭  ᯅ

  그냥   𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖾  ✦

  🪴 𝗂 𝖽𝗈  ❤︎ 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒

 

[dolliseu]

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[cwrcent]

     ᚐ 𖤓 ॱ . ़☽ ᅠᅠᅠ . ﹡ 𝄞

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀✦ᩙ ✺ youth 𝙸s lost ം ,