#reblog.🔗

[stanleypinesloverr]

This too

The innocent look caught me off guard during my first watch while I just started sobbing for grunkle Stan.

Bonus cuteness

[slutdge]

decriminalizing drugs and being opposed to forced rehab is important as a leftist but what a lot of leftists i meet seem to be unable to grasp is that you need to also be ok with people doing drugs for the rest of their lives. of course healing the environment that causes people to become addicts and making mental health services available and making drug use safer via needle exchanges is important, but you also need to know that even if all addicts are given all of those resources some of them will still continue to use drugs and you need to be ok with that. you need to view that as neutral. you cannot proclaim yourself a leftist while trying to dictate what people do with their own bodies even if you think you have good intentions or that its in the best interest of an addict. you need to accept this if you have truly destigmatized drug use in your mind like a lot of yall claim you have but dont actually reflect that in your words and actions when you call for forced rehab. help should always be available and encouraged, but the option to still use drugs despite that should be too. zero criticism will be considered on this post cause i know yall that disagree with this and merely cosplay as leftists online have never actually had an addiction or known someone with an addiction. have a nice day.

[therealmylesmorales]

Are you accepting requests? If so, how about Lara coming home after a long expedition (thankfully unharmed) to Reader who's crying for her in her sleep? Idk some sort of hurt/comfort fluff stuff? Don't ask me how my brain works I'm sorry 😭

- 🔗

Warnings: mentions of injuries. Little to no hurt, mostly comfort

Notes: Hurt/Comfort >>> everything else

The halls of the manor were dark and quiet, the only source of light being the few lit candles and the shine of the moon coming in through the large windows. Her bedroom however, was a different story.

It was far from quiet; your favorite show was playing on the TV, but low enough to where it was a soft whisper. Lara could make out your body under the mountain of covers and she couldn’t help but smile at your sleeping form.

When she moved to take off her shoes, she paused when she took a closer look at your face. Lara could see the marks of dried up tears and the puffiness of your eyes.

She carefully crawled into bed next to you, raising her hand to softly caress your cheek. You squirmed at the feeling of her touch, always being a light sleeper, and opened your bleary eyes to the sight of Lara staring at you worriedly.

”When did you get home?” You asked, voice thick with sleep.

”A second ago,” she answered. “Why were you crying, my love?”

You were quiet at first but you knew Lara wouldn’t rest unless you talked to her. “Just…stressed, really. I got so overwhelmed at the clinic today, and my boss kept snapping at me for little shit—I just couldn’t handle it.”

Lara moved to press her lips on the crease between your brows. “You know, I could buy you your own building. That way you won’t have to deal with him anymore.”

You released a soft laugh. “I know, but I do enjoy working there. Today, everything just came crashing down. It doesn’t help that I haven’t heard from you in two weeks.”

Lara had the decency to look guilty. “Yeah, the Arctic doesn’t have the best reception, I’m sorry. But, I’m here now, my love.”

“Not completely unscathed,” you pointed out. Your finger lightly skimmed over a cut over her eyebrow; healed but still slightly red. “Any other injuries I should know about?”

”Nothing else I promise.” She caught your hand to press a light kiss to the back of it. Lara cuddled in closer to you, maneuvering until her chest was pressed against your back. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Over the last six weeks, you’ve gotten used to sleeping alone. But with the feeling of Lara’s arms wrapped tightly around you, you felt more at peace than ever.

[smiling-stel]

Not my bio of "big art fan" stepping closer to the realm of false advertisement for every Trash of the Count's Family textpost i reblog-

🔗 Quick links in bio/tags

[stanleypinesloverr]

I love unhinged ao3 Tags and I’d love one for my husband Stanley if you want to<3

Self Ship Reblog Game #5 !!!!!!

hey loves ! reblog w/ a photo of your f/o and i'll give em an unhinged Ao3 tag ! example belowww :)

[smiling-stel]

With the power compelled by me, I am just a little (🤏) insufferable

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[stanleypinesloverr]

Could I get one for my husband Stanley please?

🚚🍦🍨 TOXI'S ICECREAM TRUCK IS NOW OPEN!!! 🍨🍦🚚

Hey yall! I've been so incredibly inactive this month due to having no artwork created, so I thought to try and start my first reblog game! Think it might be fun :3

What flavor of ice cream best matches your F/O? 🍦🍨

Reblog with up to 2 of your F/Os and I'll give them an icecream flavour based on the vibes they give me!

Any kind of F/O is welcome! Whether that is romantic, platonic, familiar ect!

All I ask is please no doubles of my F/Os! Info about them can be found on my pinned. Also beware of your doubles that could potentially be in the reblogs 🫶

Example:

Yoshi gets Banana! 🍌

Hurry! I know your F/Os want free icecream....quick before I drive off!

Proship/proship adjacent DNI.

[serizawashugenaturals]

‏Hello, I am Raneen from Gaza with my three children, Mohammed Rami and Julia 🇵🇸🍉. We have fled from one place to another, living in constant fear amidst severe shortages of food and medicine, hoping only to survive this brutal war. Please help me save my children from hunger and diseases. My daughter Julia suffers from severe chest allergies and the smells and residues of smoke have made things worse. She needs treatment and to live in a clean environment. We are suffering a lot. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping lives. Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives.🍉🙏🏻

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[written4u]

CATCHING STRAYS ✴︎ LN04

There's a stray child in the McLaren garage, and of course, Lando is the one who has to deal with it.

━━━ 🔗 LN4 MASTERLIST

PAIRING.   Lando Norris x Single Mother!FemReader WORDS.   1k TAGS.   Tooth-rotting Fluff. NOTE.   The cutest thing I've ever written ( yet ). This drabble is about another pairing I had in mind... <33

Likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

Something tugged at Lando’s race suit.

Amid the paddock frenzy, that subtle touch⏤so gentle he first thought he’d imagined it⏤startled him enough to abandon his pre-race ritual.

He looked down.

And found himself nose-to-nose with a pair of big amber eyes.

Lando blinked.

The child blinked back.

“What the—?” he murmured before crouching to her level. “What are you doing here, muppet? Where are your parents?”

She let go of his leg, stuffed her fist into her mouth—long enough for drool to glisten down her chin and wrist—and dropped onto the ground with a soft oomph.

She smacked her lips a few times—undoubtedly mimicking someone—and then clapped her hands, giggling.

“Mama!”

Lando cast a desperate glance around him, but the engineers and mechanics paid him no mind, wholly absorbed in their final adjustments to the car.

“I don’t know where your mama is.”

He ran a hand through his curls as stress began to rise. The girl looked at him with wide, hopeful eyes, only fuelling the tsunami building in his chest.

Of course it had to happen to him.

“Well... what am I supposed to do with you now?”

For a fleeting moment, he considered calling Oscar, who was probably still holed up in his room, but the Aussie driver was just as hopeless in situations like this—if not worse. His mother’s face flashed through his mind, and he suppressed a shiver at the thought of her scolding him.

That’s when he noticed it.

Tucked between the girl’s overalls and t-shirt, a lanyard.

Carefully, Lando pulled it free and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the pass. He flipped it over, softened momentarily at the ID photo, and read the name printed in bold.

“Apolline L/N? Well, at least we know you're not a paddock intruder, muppet.”

She giggled as if she understood him, then tipped forward—still figuring out her balance, clearly. Lando caught her before she hit the ground, muttering a quiet thanks for his fast reflexes.

As he resumed reading, he absentmindedly rubbed her back. Shaken by her near tumble, she had settled her head against his chest, sucking on her thumb.

Apolline L/N VIP ACCESS A guest of: SCUDERIA FERRARI

“Well, I guess your mama’s probably over at Ferrari. What do you say, Apolline?” He leaned back to meet her gaze. “Shall we go for a walk?”

He stood, a child in his arms and tiny fingers clinging to his fireproofs.

Together, they set off.

Eyes lingered on the duo as they passed by. Whispers soon followed. What was Lando Norris doing with a small girl in his arms? Was that his sister? His daughter from a past fling?

He could already imagine the headlines, always eager to twist the narrative. Watching warily as a cameraman aimed his lens at them, he tucked Apolline's head into his neck and tightened his embrace before quickening his pace.

He passed Williams, then Mercedes—ignoring George’s raised eyebrow—and finally stopped in front of the red garage.

The usual Monaco frenzy took on a different flavour here. Lando could almost taste the tension soaked into every inch of the garage.

Ferrari wasn’t swept up in Monaco mania, no; they were drowning in Chaos.

A Charles in full race gear paced, his phone pressed to his ear, while a flustered Alexandra—so far removed from her usual elegance—tried to comfort a woman in tears.

Her sobs drowned out the frantic conversations of the team, whose faces all wore the same expression: that of pure dread.

In his arms, Apolline began to wriggle.

“Mama!”

At the sound, the woman spun around. She tore herself from Alexandra’s arms and ran to Lando.

The latter remained frozen as he took in the woman before him. His eyes darted between her sparkling gaze and her intoxicating mouth. They would have travelled further down—drawn to the delicious lines of her figure in that dress—had she not spoken, brows furrowed.

“May I have my daughter back?”

Her French accent nearly made him faint.

“What? Your daughter… Oh—uh—yeah! Of course!” he stammered. “She’s yours. Right. Obviously.”

Clumsily, he transferred Apolline into her mother’s arms. She hugged the girl tightly before setting her down and checking her over.

“Mon ange! You scared me to death! Don't ever do that again. If you want to go wandering, we’ll go together. Understood?”

The little girl just laughed, unfazed by the turmoil she’d caused, and dashed off into the garage. Lando watched her wrap herself around Alexandra’s legs, and then—

Vanilla.

Lando instinctively hugged the woman back. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in the sweet scent as his hands tightened on her back.

“Thank you,” she whispered with the kind of gratitude only a mother could convey.

When she stepped back, Lando was already mourning the warmth of her body against his. Flushing, he rubbed the back of his neck to chase the thought away and shrugged.

Control yourself, she has a child.

“It’s nothing. Anyone would’ve done the same.”

“Still. It means a lot.”

She offered her hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Lando.”

Alexandra called her over. Y/N gave him a small, apologetic smile—one that did something strange to his chest—and turned to walk away, tossing a final “thank you” over her shoulder.

Lando stayed there, a little dazed.

A throat cleared, breaking the spell.

Fred Vasseur stood in front of him with his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Only then did Lando realize half the garage was staring at him.

Knowing he had overstayed his welcome, he turned on his heel and headed back toward the McLaren garage—but not without grabbing Charles by the collar. The Monegasque struggled against his hold before freezing as Lando leaned in and whispered:

“Give me Y/N’s number, or I’m crashing into you at turn one, constructors’ championship be damned.”

[stanleypinesloverr]

I would love a plushie for my husband<333

My Plushies Selfship Reblog Game

Current Status: Open

Original was by @/ryez-loveyz :)

Reblog this with up to two (2) F/Os and I will assign them a stuffed animal from my own collection. Duplicate assignments may inevitably happen, so just a warning.

[abo-ataa]

We Are Still Here. We Are Still Hungry.

I really cannot tell you how much longer we can handle this situation.

As the war dragged on for 18 months, my father became a martyr. My family has been displaced for over seven times. Our home—our memories—are now in ruins.

However, you have been the source of our courage and inspiration throughout this hard time.

Yet today, I passionately implore you: My children have not had food to eat the whole day. In Gaza:

1 kg flour: $30

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1 kg pasta: $10

1 kg rice: $15

Food is something we can't dream of having. In the case you've ever supported me by sharing, donating, or expressing your caring thoughts to us, it is necessary that you act now.

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[ahmadwaleed55]

They tried to bring baby formula to Gaza. Now they’re in Israeli detention.

The boat’s name is Madleen.

It carried no weapons, only diapers, medicine, and baby formula.

Yet 12 humanitarian activists including Greta Thunberg were arrested just for trying to show that Gaza deserves to live.

We live under siege, where hunger devours our bodies and death surrounds us.

The boat didn’t make it.

But we’re still here, facing pain and holding on to hope.

If Madleen couldn’t reach us… maybe you still can.

🔗 Support a family surviving in Gaza

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[written4u]

BITTER LEMONADES ✴︎ LN04

A stranger gives you his number and, suddenly, Lando's lemonade tastes bitter.

━━━ 🔗 LN4 MASTERLIST

PAIRING.   Lando Norris x Girlfriend!FemReader WORDS.   1k TAGS.   Fluff. Established Relationship. Jealousy. Summer Setting. Not proof-read.

Likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

The few droplets still sprinkled across your legs—salty remnants of your last swim—no longer sufficed to fend off the Italian sun.

You sighed and adjusted your grip on your novel. Reading had lost all its charm. The cover clung unpleasantly to your sweaty thighs, the bookmark you were now using as a fan stirred only hot air, and for several paragraphs now, the words had blurred into one another.

No one left unscathed from the torpor of a scorching summer.

After struggling with two more paragraphs, you snapped the book shut and tossed it in the general direction of your beach bag before reaching for the drink menu.

Its sun-faded illustrations and absurd cocktail names made your mouth water; the saltwater-stained piece of cardboard had become a true oasis you were eager to indulge in.

Salivating at the thought of a freshly pressed juice, you turned your head to the left. “I’m going to get a drink. Want something?”

Stretched out on the lounger beside you, arms folded behind his head and eyelids half-closed beneath his sunglasses, Lando was dealing with the unbearable heat far better than you.

Like a lizard basking in the sun, you thought, watching him doze off. Your gaze lingered for a second on his sun-kissed skin and defined abs, but the cool promise of a cocktail quickly overrode all other thoughts and melted away the last of your patience.

You shook him unceremoniously.

“Hm? Sorry, love, what did you say?”

“I’m getting myself a drink,” you repeated. “Want one?”

“A lemonade, please. Thank you.”

Your feet wove their way through the scorching sand.

Lando gave your backside a playful squeeze in thanks, watching you walk away before closing his eyes again, lulled by the coastal din.

Down by the water, children were gleefully smashing and rebuilding sandcastles; further off, teenagers kept up a lively rhythm in a game of beach volleyball, punctuated by bursts of laughter. Adults and elders, meanwhile, sank into a hypnotic chorus of snores and whispered conversations.

Lando dozed for a few minutes, or perhaps longer.

He rubbed his eyes to chase away the drowsiness and reached out to stroke your thigh, only to find your towel instead.

He frowned and scanned the surroundings, suddenly alert.

How long could it take to order two juices?

His green eyes swept across the vibrant scene until, at last, he spotted you. You were standing near the bar, your two drinks in hand. In front of you stood a shirtless and tanned man—the cliché personification of a Greek (or Roman, in that case) statue.

He spoke with his hands, like all the locals.

And you were laughing.

Lando sat up abruptly, his gaze locked on you.

Jealousy didn’t erupt in his chest. No. It seeped in like sand in a shoe, malicious and never-ending.

The man brushed your arm and slipped a scrap of paper into your hand. Lando removed his sunglasses.

Somewhere in the distance, a seagull mocked him, cruel and shrill.

He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to get up. You wouldn’t appreciate him causing a scene in front of everyone, so he stayed put, jaw tight, mentally willing you to come back.

It felt like hours before you finally bid the man goodbye and walked toward him, cocktails in hand, cheeks warm from the sun, that damn slip of paper between your fingers.

Lando took the drink you offered and gave a terse nod of thanks, eyes fixed on the white scrap.

His silence didn’t seem to faze you, as you launched into an animated recounting of the events, nearly sloshing your cocktail with every wide gesture.

“I talked to a guy. He’s a diving instructor. He spotted stingrays nearby yesterday and gave me his number to show us!”

You waved the paper around, beaming. Lando wasted no time and snatched it from your hand, tearing it up before taking a sip of his drink as if nothing had happened.

Your wide eyes flicked to his face, scanning the feigned indifference that suited him poorly.

You narrowed your eyes. Lando shifted under your gaze.

“What?” he muttered.

“What’s gotten into you?”

He scowled deeper.

“Nothing…”

He took another sip, avoiding your eyes. The lemonade tasted bitter.

“Lando.”

“It’s just—he could’ve given you his website. I don’t know. Not his number. I mean–Who gives out their number like that? Seriously.”

You blinked, and slowly, a smirk began to tug at the corner of your lips.

“Lando... are you jealous?”

“I’m not,” he said quickly. “Just... surprised by how unprofessional some people can be. Are you sure he’s licensed?”

You sat beside him, settling onto his towel, your fingers cool and damp from condensation as they found his.

“So I guess we’re not seeing the stingrays tomorrow?”

Lando turned his head to look at you, and his gaze softened. Summer suited you—never were you more radiant than bathed in sunlight, as if Mother Nature herself had sculpted a pedestal just for you.

He couldn’t help but lift your hand to his lips and kiss it, overwhelmed by his love for you.

“Of course we’ll go see the stingrays, my love.”

A beat.

“With a real instructor,” he added. “Preferably over sixty.”

You laughed softly and set your glass down before sprawling across his chest, heat and sweat be damned.

His fingers immediately began tracing lazy lines up and down your spine.

“I’m hotter than him, though, right?” he asked after a few minutes of silence.

You burst into laughter and kissed him. His lemonade spilled into the sand, unnoticed, as his hands roamed your body before squeezing your ass.

All of Italy could try to seduce you, Lando would always be here to remind you who exactly your summers belonged to.

[stanleypinesloverr]

So pretty^^

Selfship reblog game (Open)

hihii reblog this post with a picture of your f/o (up to 2 per reblog) and/or your sona or ocs and i'll assign them a teacup

Feel free to ask for anything specific you want on the teacup (color, flower, size whatever) And I'll do my best to find one like that.

Example

proship and doubles dni please

[dakusan]

BDSM Profiles

stray kids ot8 x reader | eight men. one mission: ruin you beautifully.

🖤 synopsis: Eight profiles. Eight archetypes. One shared goal: your complete, consensual destruction. What began as a playful exploration of kinks spiraled into a curated BDSM character study of Stray Kids—each rendered with precision, filth, and psychological flair. You’re not just being fucked. You’re being understood.

💌a/n: you all already knew i was going to hell. this is just the velvet rope section. so… this spiraled. violently. what started as “hahaha chan’s kink profile” turned into a full BDSM dossier series featuring eight men who are clearly out to ruin us delicately. inspired by this post I wrote , i decided to make it worse. better? worse. let’s say both. i hope you enjoy this descent into the beautiful, depraved psyches of these chaotic domcore men. i wrote it so you’d feel ruined and cherished. just like they’d want. p.s. if you see this on your dash at 2am, drink water. and stretch. they'd want you hydrated. p.p.s. if you send me your bias... i might tell you how he’d destroy you personally. for science. 🕯️ p.p.p.s. reblogs = aftercare. likes are foreplay. do the right thing.

⚠️warnings: 18+ ONLY (MDNI) — explicit BDSM themes, kink content (degradation, overstimulation, bondage, sadism, praise, fear kink, aftercare, etc.), dom/sub dynamics, filthy language, emotional intensity, and possessive behavior — all fictional and consensual.

🎶now playing: "Criminal" – Taemin

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

Bang Chan // 방찬

Dominant | Caregiver | Primal (Dom) Core Archetype: Daddy Dom ⟡ Soft Dom ⟡ Service Top Vibe: “You’re mine, and I’ll prove it slowly.”

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

Daddy kink — You don’t call him Daddy for fun. You do it because his voice drops an octave and your legs give out when you do. Rules. Rewards. Discipline that sounds like worship.

Overstimulation — He’ll edge you until you’re sobbing. Then make you cum until you’re begging him to stop. And he still won’t.

Praise + Degradation — ���Such a good girl… even when you’re dripping all over Daddy’s cock like a filthy little thing.”

Mirror play — Makes you watch. Makes you see what you do to him. “Look at yourself, baby. Look how desperate you get for me.”

Bondage — Silk ties. Leather cuffs. His belt. His fucking voice is a restraint.

Obsession kink — He won’t admit it out loud. But the way he tracks your every breath? You’re not just his. You’re his religion.

🔗 DOM STYLE

Emotional dominance — He reads you like a book mid-scene. “You’re not saying anything, angel. Color?”

Controlled cruelty — He’ll ruin you so slowly it feels like mercy. Then smile when you break.

Service-focused — Yes, he’s in charge. But your pleasure is the mission. Even when he’s wrecking you, he’s cataloguing what makes you melt.

Off-scene control — He won’t let you text your ex. He will pick your dress. He does feed you aftercare snacks like you’re his beloved brat.

💦 FILTHY FAVOURITES

Positions: Bent over the studio desk. Knees on the mirror floor. Legs over his shoulders while he praises you through tears.

Dirty talk level: 8/10 – Degrading Devotion

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take Daddy’s cock like a good little mess.” “You said ruin you. So don’t cry now.” “Look at you. Fucked dumb and still begging. Say thank you.”

💌 AFTERCARE

Gold-standard. Warm towels. Gentle hands. Voice dipped in honey.

“You did so well for me, baby. Let me hold you.”

Lee Know // 리노

Sadist | Brat Tamer | Primal (Dom) | Owner Core Archetype: Elegant Sadist ⟡ Possessive Dom ⟡ Pet Play Daddy Vibe: “You're mine. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

Brat taming — He lives for the defiance in your eyes right before he breaks you. You roll your eyes? You’re face-down, ass up, and not walking tomorrow.

Impact play — Leather belt. Open palm. Riding crop. He doesn’t just leave marks—he signs his name in bruises.

Orgasm denial — “Did I say you could cum?” / “Cry about it, kitten.”

Pet play (dom side) — You’re his kitten. He’ll collar you. Make you beg prettily or not at all.

Sadism + precision — Pain with a purpose. Every slap, choke, bite is calculated. He’s not cruel by accident—he’s an artist.

Choking kink — One hand wrapped tight around your throat, the other tracing your trembling lips. “Breathe, baby. You’ll need it.”

🔗 DOM STYLE

Quiet, unshakable authority — No raised voice. Just narrowed eyes, calm hands, and complete ruin.

Owner dynamic — He owns your time, your pleasure, your body. You misbehave? He retrains you. You obey? He rewards filthily.

Degrading praise — “Such a pathetic little slut for me, huh? But mine.”

Control freak, but make it sexy — His rules apply outside the bedroom. That outfit? Approved by him. Your leash? In his coat pocket.

💦 FILTHY FAVOURITES

Positions: Collared and kneeling. Bent over with your leash tugged. Pinned against the mirror as he marks your throat with his teeth.

Dirty talk level: 9/10 – Velvet Ruin

“Keep crying. It makes your moans sound prettier.” “Say you’re mine. Say it while I ruin you.” “You’re my good little toy, even when you’re being bad.”

💌 AFTERCARE

Subtle but intentional. He won’t coo—he’ll clean you up, kiss your bruises, and tuck you into his hoodie with a quiet, “Told you not to act up, didn’t I?”

He doesn’t talk about how much he cares. He just shows it—in the way he pulls you into his lap, or brushes your hair off your sweat-damp forehead like it’s sacred.

Changbin // 창빈

Soft Dom | Primal (Dom) | Caregiver | Service Top Core Archetype: Devoted Dominant ⟡ Power Top with a Heart ⟡ Strength-as-Love Dom Vibe: “I’ll ruin you gently. But you’ll never forget how safe it felt.”

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

Strength kink — Tosses you like you weigh nothing. Pins you down, holds your wrists with one hand, fucks you deep while moaning like you’re the one in control.

Praise kink (extreme) — You’ll cum from his words alone. “So good for me, baby. Look at you. Look how well you take me.”

Overstimulation + tears kink — You cry? He twitches. You sob? He praises harder. You break? He holds you.

Body worship — He kisses every inch of you like he’s memorizing your skin. Like you’re the altar, and he’s kneeling to serve.

Breath play + control — Gentle but firm. His hand on your throat doesn’t scare—it steadies.

Whimper kink — Your little sounds make him feral. He’ll go slower just to hear more. Then ruin you harder when you beg.

🔗 DOM STYLE

Service Dom disguised as a primal top — He’s giving "Yes, I’m pounding you into the mattress, but I’m doing it for you, angel."

Emotionally invested dominance — The eye contact? The moaned affirmations? He means every word.

Possessive but soft — He doesn’t growl unless someone touches what’s his. Otherwise, he’s wrecking you while telling you how proud he is.

💦 FILTHY FAVOURITES

Positions: Against the wall. Held in his lap. Pinned with both legs over his shoulders as he whispers, “I’ve got you.”

Dirty talk level: 8/10 – Degrading Devotion

“That’s it, baby. Cry for me. So good… so fucking perfect.” “You were made for me, weren’t you? Look at this. You’re trembling, but you’re still taking all of me.” “Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of it—all of you.”

💌 AFTERCARE

Warm. Heavy. Gentle. He’ll carry you to bed, run you a bath if your legs can’t work, then pull you into his chest and kiss your hair like he didn’t just make you forget your name.

He whispers:

“You did so well, angel. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

Hyunjin // 현진

Soft Dom | Rope Top | Primal (Sensual) | Caregiver Core Archetype: Artistic Dominant ⟡ Poetic Power Exchange ⟡ Shibari Siren Vibe: “Let me ruin you slowly—beautifully—and then kiss every broken piece.”

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

Shibari-adjacent bondage — He doesn’t just tie you up. He laces meaning into every knot. His silk scarf is a ribbon, a weapon, a promise.

Sensory play — Blindfolds. Tracing fingertips. Whispered filth so low it makes your spine arch. He builds tension like he’s painting with it.

Praise + degradation blend — “You’re such a desperate little thing… but so good for me, angel.” His voice never raises—but your pulse does.

Power exchange (calm control) — You obey not from fear, but from awe. His command is velvet-gloved and irresistible.

Oral fixation — Your mouth, your whimpers, your moans—he worships them all. But he’ll also fill that mouth when he wants you silent.

Marking kink — He paints your body in bruises and kisses both before and after. Art doesn’t just hang—it stains.

🔗 DOM STYLE

Slow, immersive dominance — His pace is agony. He draws it out until you ache for him. “You’ll thank me later,” he murmurs as you beg.

Silent control — One glance. One breathy command. You’re on your knees before you realize you moved.

Worship-as-destruction — He praises your pain. He kisses through your tears. He breaks you with devotion.

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

Positions: Tied and kneeling. Bound on the bed, legs parted, arms laced above you as he teases every inch. Back arched over a pillow as he takes his time.

Dirty talk level: 9/10 – Velvet Ruin

“You look divine like this—ruined, tied up, crying for me.” “So messy… so mine.” “Give yourself to me, sweetheart. All of you. I’ll handle the rest.” “Such a beautiful little slut.”

💌 AFTERCARE

A ritual. He unties every knot with purpose. Massages every mark he left. Cleans you slowly, lovingly. Holds your face in his palms like it’s priceless.

“You did so well. Still so beautiful. Let me take care of you now.”

He doesn’t detach after scenes—he sinks deeper into you. His care is soft, sensual, and sacred.

Han // 한

Switchy Dom | Brat | Exhibitionist | Degrader with a Praise Problem Core Archetype: Chaos Dom ⟡ Hyperverbal Power Bottom Energy ⟡ Clingy Corruptor Vibe: “You’re my dumb little slut… and my favorite person in the world.”

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

Degradation kink — “Say it. Say what you are. Louder.” He calls you a cumslut while moaning like it’s a compliment.

Praise kink (panic edition) — Five seconds later: “Wait no you’re literally perfect and I love you.” The filth is real. The feelings? Also real.

Exhibitionism / public risk — Fingers under the table. Whispering filth in your ear during dinner. Gets hard watching you squirm in public.

Mutual corruption kink — He wants you just as desperate as him. Wants to make you a mess, and get ruined by you. You fall together.

Spit kink / facefucking — Obscene. Unhinged. Will make you gag and then kiss your forehead.

Hand-over-mouth kink — To tease you. To control you. To hear your muffled whimpers while he whispers: “Shhh… someone might hear.”

🔗 DOM STYLE

Filthy, clingy, unpredictable — He doms with both chaos and heart. You might get ruined with words, then cuddled like he missed you all day.

Talks. So. Much. — Teases, degrades, praises, begs while inside you. His voice is constant—like a vibrator in word form.

Emotionally devastating possession — He’ll say, “You’re mine,” like a command—then nuzzle into your neck like a lost puppy.

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

Positions: Face down, ass up, his hand over your mouth while he moans how tight you are. On his lap, while he whispers filth into your ear in public. Spread out on his bed while he talks you through your own breakdown.

Dirty talk level: 10/10 – Unholy Scriptures

“You like being my little fucktoy, huh? Can’t even think straight without me.” “So messy, so needy—god, I love you like this.” “You wanna be my dumb little slut forever? I’ll keep you right here. Ruined and dripping.” “Mine. All mine. Say it again.”

💌 AFTERCARE

Clingy. Emotional. Sticky with love. He wraps around you like a koala, kisses your cheeks, and mumbles shit like, “You still like me, right?” while brushing your hair back.

“You were so good. So, so good. Still want me to hold you?”

And he will. For hours.

Felix // 필릭스

Soft Dom | Caregiver | Sensual Primal (Dom) | Service Top Core Archetype: Angelic Dominant ⟡ Velvet Daddy ⟡ Praise-Filled Overstimulation Addict Vibe: “You’re so good for me, baby. Let me ruin you gently.”

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

Praise kink (religious tier) — “You’re perfect, baby. So good. So beautiful.” He says it like he means it. Because he does.

Overstimulation kink — He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking. Then he kisses you and coos, “One more for me, sweetheart.”

Breeding kink (lowkey feral) — You think he’s soft until he growls, “Gotta fill you up, yeah? Want it dripping out of you.” Cue the whiplash.

Sensory control — Blindfolds, cockwarming, silk ribbons. He knows what your body responds to—and he uses it until you’re sobbing.

Touch obsession — Always holding you. Always. Hand on your waist, fingers on your neck, lips on your shoulder. Even when he’s pounding you? He’s still gentle with his hands.

Cockwarming + thigh riding — Wants to feel you constantly. Will murmur, “Just sit on it, love. Stay still. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

🔗 DOM STYLE

Soft-spoken, full control — He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. His words go straight to your core.

Emotional domming — You cry? He gets harder. Not from your tears—but from how much trust it takes to let him see them.

Velvet-daddy energy™ — He might not say it—but you feel it when he calls you his, edges you for hours, and kisses your forehead after he ruins you.

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

Positions: Riding his thigh while he whispers, “You can cum just like this, can’t you, love?” / On your back, blindfolded, arms tied in silk, as he fucks you slow and praises every sound you make.

Dirty talk level: 8.5/10 – Degrading Devotion with Angelic Edge

“So good for me, baby. Look how beautiful you are like this.” “You can take more, can’t you? Just one more. Be good for me.” “Mine. Every part of you. Say it.” “Want me to fill you up? Hm? That’s it, pretty thing—beg for it.”

💌 AFTERCARE

Unmatched. Cuddles you into his chest, wraps you in his hoodie, brushes the hair off your damp face, and murmurs endless praise into your skin.

“You did so well. So, so well for me.” “I’ve got you now, angel. Just breathe.”

He makes you feel not just safe—but wanted, in every possible way.

Seungmin // 승민

Hard Dom | Degrader | Master/Mistress | Brat Punisher | Emotional Sadist Core Archetype: Calculated Cold Dom ⟡ Verbal Sadist ⟡ Reluctant Caregiver with Control Issues Vibe: “You wanted this. Don’t start crying now.”

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

Verbal humiliation — “Pathetic.” / “You think you deserve to be touched?” / “Keep moaning like that and maybe I’ll consider letting you cum.” He speaks like a knife. And he means it.

Orgasm denial + punishment — You came without permission? He edges you until you're begging, shaking, sobbing—and still doesn’t touch you.

Face slapping (light but sharp) — Not about pain—about control. “Focus. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Degradation kink — He’ll call you a toy. A whore. A mess. And he’ll say it like it’s your title.

Control kink (extreme) — You don’t get to speak unless he says. You don’t get to breathe fast unless he allows it. This isn’t just domination—it’s discipline.

Emotional sadism — He wants you ruined and grateful for it. “Say thank you,” he’ll mutter after he breaks you. And you will.

🔗 DOM STYLE

Cold and calculated — He’s not chaotic. He’s methodical. He watches your reactions like data and uses them to push you further.

Power-obsessed — Not for ego—for structure. He needs to control the scene, your pleasure, your thoughts. It’s how he stays sane.

Emotionally detached… until he’s not — He acts like it’s just sex. Just dominance. But his hands never falter during aftercare, and the look in his eyes when you're falling asleep? That’s not nothing.

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

Positions: Forced to kneel. Bent over with your hands tied behind your back. Restrained and denied until you sob.

Dirty talk level: 10/10 – Unholy Scriptures (Ice Edition)

“You’re lucky I even want you like this.” “Keep whining. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” “Say you’re my toy. Say it, or you don’t get to cum.” “Beg properly. Or we start over.”

💌 AFTERCARE

Soft. Devastatingly so. He doesn’t speak much—just pulls you into his chest, covers you with the blanket (burrito style), and holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. He’ll clean you up with quiet, precise movements, kiss the inside of your wrist like it’s instinct, and whisper only when he thinks you’re asleep:

“You did well. I’m proud of you.” And if you stir? He clears his throat and says, “Go to sleep. I’ll be right here.” Because he will. He always is.

I.n // 아이엔

Soft-Spoken Power Dom | Sadistic Tease | Brat Tamer | Control Obsessed Core Archetype: Gentleman Sadist ⟡ Corruptor-in-Chief ⟡ Angel-Faced Devil Dom Vibe: “You can’t handle me. But I’m going to give it to you anyway.”

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

Corruption kink — He lives for your firsts. First moan, first sob, first orgasm wrecked by him. “You’ve never done this before? Good. I’ll ruin you nicely.”

Brat taming (quiet but lethal) — You mouth off? He just smirks. Next thing you know, you’re tied down and begging. He doesn’t yell—he calculates.

Control kink (total) — He doesn’t just dominate—you become his choreography. Every angle, every movement, his choice.

Mocking degradation + obsession — “Look at you. Trying so hard to be good. It’s cute.” All said while kissing the tears off your cheeks.

Fear kink (light) — Not true fear—just that breath-catching, wide-eyed, holy-shit-what-did-he-just-say look he gets off on.

Chin-gripping + eye contact — He forces you to meet his eyes. "Don’t look away. I want to see every second of you breaking."

🔗 DOM STYLE

Silk-gloved sadism — He speaks soft. Touches slow. But everything he does is designed to destroy you. And you let him.

Emotionally loaded power play — He doesn’t say he loves you during scenes—but he looks at you like you’re sacred. And wrecks you like he can’t stand how much he cares.

Master of pacing — He can stretch one orgasm over an hour. And make you thank him for it.

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

Positions: On your knees, chin tipped up by his fingers. Tied open on the bed as he circles like a predator. Bent over while he whispers filth directly into your ear.

Dirty talk level: 9.5/10 – Velvet Ruin with Sadistic Edge

“What’s wrong? You were so confident earlier.” “Keep shaking. It makes you feel tighter.” “You look beautiful like this—ruined, teary, mine.” “I don’t care if you beg. You don’t cum until I say.”

💌 AFTERCARE

Gentle. Reverent. Almost too tender—like he’s trying to make up for what he did to you. He wraps you in his arms, brushes your hair from your face, presses soft kisses to your skin. But he never apologizes.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you now.” His voice is the same one that destroyed you—except now it soothes. And somehow, that makes it even more dangerous.