#yandere pet regression

[yandere--stuck]

so, totally feel free to ignore this since i know you’re on a gravity falls kick, but seeing all the posts about puppy play/bondage/bdsm really got me thinking about a certain green man from gotham…

just. being the riddler’s pretty little puppy-brained obsession. no need to think or worry anymore, you just need to sit pretty with your collar in the section of his hideout just for the two of you (god forbid one of his henchmen come in- then they get a reminder why he’s considered to be such a terrifying rogue), and let the smartest man in gotham do allllll the thinking for you!

Even better if he asks for Jervis’ help in this endeavor <3 The Hatter really is so helpful, generously offering his expertise in engineering to craft a specialized collar just for you.

You really were too smart for your own good, dearest. That's exactly why Edward loved you so much, why you had originally caught his eye. Your beautiful mind was so captivating! Ah, and yet, you really were too in your own head. You shouldn't have to expend any unnecessary energy worrying your sweet little head about things The Riddler was more equipped to handle. He would take care of you and do all the hard work now.

Oh, you put up a good fight, of course! Edward hadn't expected any less from you. But the moment he managed to slip that collar around your neck, green and purple and lined with question marks and a dog tag that showed everyone who you belonged to, you relaxed so sweetly for him. He was going to become addicted to that dazed, obedient look in your eyes.

You were his sweet, silly little puppy. Obedient and unquestioning and without worry. He kept you locked up in a special section of his hideaway just for you, with a soft bed and toys and food bowls and anything your simple little doggy heart desired. He even had a workbench there with a dog bed underneath by his feet so he could work and spend quality time with you simultaneously.

Of course, he wouldn't keep you in such a state forever. Or, well, so he says. He did love your mind and how intelligent you were, regardless of if you believed him or not, but at the same time…

The power he had over you, the knowledge that he was in complete control over you and the ability to take care of you as you deserved to be… Well, let's just say that the amount of time he keeps you collared up and brainless seems to extend longer and longer after every break from it. It won't be long until he's certain that this is the only way to keep you completely safe, happy, and his, forever.

[sadodere-puppy]

*paws at u* am i a good dog

[ushka-chan]

giant millipedes are so freaking cute I need one I love silly bugs ( ´ ▽ ` )

[illpuppyboy]

me when someone encroaches on my territory(another person)

[stargirllo]

Ugh puppy hybrids have my heart in ways I can't explain

Just

Just

Just

Ugh babies

I'd be one

First hybrid science trials and ill be the FIRST at the door

Yes sur

[revlw]

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YAN! ITRAPPED X READER

Warning : obbsessive behavior , yandere themes , stalking , worshipping , self aware , ITrapped.

Note : Please do not romanticize real stalking or abusive behavior. This is for fictional and horror purposes only. Art : @/MrMiao_Noir on X

You hear about ITrapped before you ever see him.

Rumors. Whispers. A name spoken in hushed tones by survivors in the campfire light. Most describe him with confusion. “He’s not like the others,” someone mutters. “Doesn’t chase you like a normal killer… doesn’t even look like a monster.”

He doesn’t. Not at first glance.

When you finally see him, it’s under flickering lights in a run-down hallway. A basic noob avatar, low-poly and harmless looking—except for that Ice Crown on his head, glowing faintly, coldly. He stands motionless in the dark, head slightly tilted, as if studying you. Not attacking. Not even moving.

Then he vanishes.

You think it was a glitch.

It wasn’t.

His obsession begins not with violence, but with access.

You start noticing strange things in your rounds. Generators you just touched regress by themselves. Doors that should’ve been opened glitch out and lock. Items flicker in and out of existence. But these things only happen when you’re nearby.

At first, it’s frustrating. Then it’s unsettling.

You complain to others, but no one else sees it.

Except him.

ITrapped always appears briefly—standing in the background of your match, not lunging at you like other killers, not roaring or hunting. Just… watching. Frozen. Calculating.

Eventually, the sabotage stops targeting you. Instead, it starts protecting you. He disables traps you don’t see. Breaks paths for other survivors—but not you. You’re allowed to move freely, untouched.

You haven’t done anything to earn his favor. That’s what scares you.

You’re not playing the game. He is.

You begin to realize he’s more than just a presence in the matches. He’s altering the game itself.

Somehow, your matches always start with him now. The map selection glitches until it favors the ones he prefers. Load-in screens freeze when you try to quit. Your inventory resets to a “default” version, and the only item that stays is a strange crown-shaped charm he leaves in your loadout.

Players who get too close to you start having issues. One survivor who stayed by your side the whole round disconnects mid-match and can’t rejoin the server. Another finds their controls reversed. One player swears their Roblox account briefly locked when they tried to message you about him.

Still, he never harms you directly.

When you’re injured, he lets you limp away. He never tunnels you. He lets you finish generators—if you’re alone.

You realize, eventually, that he doesn’t want to kill you.

He wants to isolate you.

The first time you speak to him is accidental—proximity voice, maybe, or a glitched chat prompt.

You don’t even know what to say, but you try: “Why are you following me?”

There’s a pause. A long one.

Then a quiet, unreadable line of text appears in chat:

“I used to fix broken things. Then I saw you. I don’t need anything else now.”

You feel a chill—not from fear, but because the message auto-deletes seconds later. Like the system itself didn’t want you to remember.

But you do.

From that point on, he no longer hides. He orbits you in every match. Other survivors grow suspicious. Some stop queuing with you. Others start blaming you when their matches glitch out. You’re alone more often now.

Which is exactly what he wants.

He never refers to you by your username. He calls you “buddy”—the way he once referred to Chance. The way someone might speak to a pet project, or a favorite possession.

You stop seeing him as just another killer. He’s no longer playing the game.

He’s rewriting it.

Your escape routes begin to vanish. The hatch doesn’t spawn when you’re the last one. Exits flicker with ERROR signs when you touch them. Sometimes, your screen goes black mid-match, and when it returns, you’re in a custom map no one else seems to recognize. He’s always there, standing still in the center.

“You’re the only file I didn’t want to delete.”

You can’t tell if he’s speaking in metaphors or literally viewing you as code.

Either way, you’ve stopped feeling like a player.

You’re Already His.

Eventually, he stops appearing to other players entirely.

Only you see him now.

You’re told he’s “disabled” or “removed” from the rotation, but he still shows up in your queue. You report it. Nothing happens.

One night, your screen boots up without you clicking anything.

The message appears in familiar black font:

“Game loaded: You + Me”

And when the round starts, you’re alone.

No teammates. No map.

Just him.

Just you.

Just silence.

And you could feel that he’s smilling.

@revlw 2025

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Will we get to see any NSFW stuff with Mommy!Hwa?🥺

I totally understand if not but I just know he would go feral while pleasing his Baby😩

➯a/n: yes. yes. YES. OH MY GAWD YEA LFHSKQ I ABOUT COMBUSTED WHEN I SAW SOMEONE ASKED FOR THIS 😭i was so excited that i kept losing my train of thought and had to rant about how mommy hwa is in bed to calm down bahaha

Mess

Baby Series !

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, smut

✫彡wordcount: 4.5k

♫ "It feels good, girl, it feels good to be alone with you." Hozier, To Be Alone♫

♫Baby Playlist♫

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not proof read, ddlg themes (NO age regression), dubcon (because of stockholm syndrome), hwa is a PERVERT, messy and rough sex, cunnilingus, fingering, spit, squirting, overstim, extreme dacryphilia, creampie, big dick hwa, reassurance, unbelievable amount of praise and pet names, embarrassment, accidental piss kink discovery (LMAO DONT LOOK AT MEEEE)

♡ateez masterlist !♡

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy relationship of any kind. ➯disclaimer2: as i've said before it is VERY important to always keep age regression and age play SEPARATE, and ive also said that seonghwa never touches baby while she's in little space MANY times. baby is not "baby mode" when they are being intimate, and i will never write that. baby is ALWAYS going to be in "adult space" (kkkk i can't think of a better word) when sexual things are happening, even if she acts cutesy and stuff

MINORS DO NOT TOUCH MY BLOG

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"Here you go," Seonghwa whispers as he tosses your shirt to a far off corner of the room; completely forgotten about as he slowly slides his hands up your sides, "let me see my girl."

"Don't be a tease, Mommy," you pant softly, already worked up beyond belief as your eyes flick up and down his naked torso.

You had joined him in going a few hours away from home for a photo shoot — of course you did, it's not like he would ever leave you behind. You watched with his manager, which was probably a mistake considering how hot and bothered it made you. You hadn't felt like slipping into your little space all day long, probably because you were so busy gawking at your 'boyfriend'.

Because it was so far away, there was a hotel room waiting for you when he was done. And he wasn't blind, he saw the way you were looking at him. He knows you like he knows the back of his hand — even better, actually.

So this room is going to get a lot more use than originally expected.

"But you're so cute when you're flustered," he smirks, cupping your chest gently as he leans down and pecks your lips. "Does my pretty baby want to play?"

You nod quickly, fisting the blanket with anticipation bubbling up. Remember your manners, "oh- oh, yes! Yes, please, I want to..."

    You hadn't been intimate together since you had a tantrum and yelled at him, almost a month ago now. That probably partly why you were so needy — if he isn't the one making you cum, it's not happening at all.

He doesn't need more convincing than that. He straddles your hips and cups your face like he doesn't have a second to waste, his kiss is different than it usually is. It's hungry and passionate and soul consuming.

He can't help himself. He doesn't have any restraint when it comes to pleasing you. Anything you want, save for your freedom, is yours the second he can do something about it.

And he won't admit it out loud, but he's just as needy as you are.

His inconvenient hard-ons have been more frequent and frustrating. He's lucky you haven't noticed the way his eyes have been lingering when he helps you change. He's sexually frustrated, sure — but he keeps to his promise and he almost always waits for you to come to him.

No matter how badly he wants you, he wants you to want him more. He needs you to.

     He starts peppering kisses along your skin; traveling lower and giving attention to your chest. As your fingers tangle up in his hair, he's moaning like he's the one having their body worshipped. He steadies himself by grabbing your waist, fingers digging in.

A broken moan bubbles up your throat as he wraps his lips around your nipple, "a-ah! Mommy, I need more..."

Oh, he might explode here and now. You call him that every single day — but not like this. Not with your voice filled with lust. Begging him to touch you.

     That little tremble in the way you call his name is reserved for times like this.

    He takes in a deep breath before he speaks, "tell Mommy what you need." He leans back over your face, hovering with stars in his eyes. Any hint of tiredness from the day is gone. Only passion remains.

"I...w-" Even when you're not in little space, you're so light headed around him. He just has that effect on you, especially after so long.

"C'mon, Baby," he coaxes you gently, giving a single roll of his hips that leaves your jaw dropped with the flood of dopamine that it gives you. "You know I won't judge you, tell me how to make you feel good."

"Please," you look away shyly, like you aren't about to ask something so vulgar. "I need you to make me cum..."

The quickness with which he yanks off your skirt and panties makes you yelp in surprise, but the sound is quickly cut off by a lewd moan as he slips down and gives a slow lick up your slit. All in one fluid movement: he's rid you of the fabric, slid down the bed, and got you on his tongue.

You slap your hand over your mouth as he spreads your thighs, your eyes nearly rolling back at the feeling of his pointed tongue. As he draws a slow circle around your clit, you nearly cum then and there. You've forgotten how skilled he is.

"God, I've missed you," his mumbles are lost on you because next thing you know; he's eating you out like a man starved. Flicking and swirling and lapping and sucking. If your mind could form any semblance of a thought, you might wonder how in the world he's doing all those things at once. And the answer is simple. He was born to please you. At least, that's what he claims.

Your other hand is wrapped in his hair like a lifeline, and the slight stinging with each movement of his head doesn't stop him from licking your clit like a mad man — it only stirs him on.

He's messy as always, slobbering all over your heat without a care in the world.

    He gives one last rough suck before he pulls back a bit, panting as he looks up at you. "Baby-ya," he calls as he slides a hand down your thigh and towards your heat. He locks eyes with you as he purses his lips and lets his spit dribble down onto you.

    "Mommy-ya," you moan back, grinding up into his hand as it brushes against your epicenter. His middle finger slips in, drawing out a loud "oh~!" from you before you can stop it.

He's never practiced so much self restraint in his life. Even just feeling your hot walls around his finger has him twitching. If he wasn't so dedicated to pleasing you first and foremost, he'd already be buried inside of you. But, his Baby comes first.

"That's a good girl," his praise makes you clench around his digit, your head tossing to the side. It feels like it's been so long. Even just his finger feels like it's hitting all of the wonderful spots inside of you as he slowly starts thrusting it. You can barely imagine what it will feel like when he's inside you again —

"Mommy, please," you groan, swirling your hips until he rests his forearm across your pelvis and holds you down to continue his devilishly slow teasing. "More!"

"I know, Baby, you want me to fuck you so bad, huh?" He nips your thigh as he adds another finger. "Mommy has to stretch you out first~"

"Hurryyyy," you pout as you try to arch your back, trying to suck his fingers in deeper, "I need you."

You don't have to tell him twice, that is for sure. The soft way you cry for him to hurry and fuck you has his brain turning into a feral mush.

You let out your loudest moan yet as his fingers, previously going at a leisurely pace, are now diving in and out of you with near reckless abandon. You can't move your hips, still held down by his arm and forced to take the onslaught of pleasure.

You slam both of your hands over your mouth as you slump back.

He doesn't like that one bit. He reaches up and yanks your hands away; and all while still curling his deliciously long fingers, he speaks, "let me hear you. Be as loud as you want, Baby. We can be as loud as we want, you don't have to be shy."

"Ah, I f-forgot," you whine, your eyebrows pressing together as his fingertips graze against something inside of you that makes you gush around his fingers with more messy arousal.

"It's okay, angel," he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand as he pushes a third finger inside of you. "You can scream. Let Mommy hear how good you feel."

The stretch and the angle and his voice — "don't stop!"

He wouldn't dare. He's watching every twitch of your brow and every jolt your body makes as he searches for something inside of you. When your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, he knows he's found it. He's on a mission. He needs to make you squirt. He needs to make a mess of you.

"Ohhh," he coos deeply, "right there, Baby?"

"R-right there, Mommy!" You don't care about your volume anymore. His reassurance and the way he's practically assaulting your g-spot while holding your hand makes it impossible to care about anything.

"Riiiiight there~" He smirks as you roll your hips clumsily to push his digits deeper; even when his palm is already hitting your clit with every thrust of his fingers. "That's it, pretty girl," he leans over you and drives his fingers in at a whole new angle; pressing harder against the spot that's making you dizzy, "give me a kiss."

Shakily, and quickly, you toss your arm over his neck and yank him down. Your lips on his like you need him more than you need air: and he returns the passion ten fold, he always will.

Your moans are swallowed up by him as he sends you closer to the edge. Closer and closer and closer and straight over. Your release splashes against his lower stomach, the warmth of it makes him send moans right back to you. Your hand is still held tightly in his and he's starting to lose color in his fingers from how tightly you squeeze them.

He lays on top of you to stop your convulsing, a dark satisfaction settling in his bones as you whimper; forced to take the overstimulation as he curls his fingers. It fills the room with lewd squelches that make his neglected member twitch.

A string of saliva keeps you connected as he finally moves away from your lips. He watches it closely as it snaps, falling onto your chin. And you don't even notice it as you have your eyes closed, panting, in the throes of bliss.

He leans and licks it up softly while he slowly withdraws his fingers, making you whine and chase after them with your hips. "Shhh, none of that, Baby." He hums as he rubs down your arm gently, "you ready for me now?"

"Oh, yes," you nod quickly, you almost forgot that's where this was leading. Now, you're ecstatic at the promise of him being even deeper inside of you, "please, Mommy."

God, if you keep saying it like that he won't be able to hold himself back. He knows he'll end up being rough with you — both of you do. But he likes to take it slow at first so he doesn't hurt you.

    He bites his lip, quickly pressing his forehead to your shoulder so that you won't see the wild look in his eyes. The look that says he's about to lose control.

"So polite," he pants softly, smiling down at you after he forces himself to calm down. "I'll give my angel what she wants~"

     His pants are gone in a second flat, and he's pulling you further down the bed by your thighs until your hips hang on the edge. "Hold your legs for me, Baby," he hums as he pushes your knees together.

While you're wrapping your arms under your knees and hugging them tightly to prepare yourself, effectively exposing yourself to him — he's gathering up the wetness from his skin and lathering himself with it, jerking off slowly to the sight of you.

All worked up and gushing for him; giving him a nice, unobstructed view as you hold your legs as close to your chest as you can. Your eyes a bit fuzzy as you watch him eagerly. Your socked feet fidgeting in the air, white frills catching his eyes. Your breathing still uneven from your first peak of the night.

The first of what will be many, because Seonghwa is an overachiever when it comes to you.

He kisses your leg gently, smiling innocently as he bends down and lines himself with your weeping hole. "My good girl," he mutters softly, "that's what you are. My perfect little angel."

The praise goes straight to your cunt, fluttering around nothing before his tip is suddenly entering you with an almost audible pop. Your eyes slam shut, a gasp caught in your throat. Three fingers and a squirting orgasm suddenly didn't seem like enough prep for Seonghwa's impressive girth.

"Fuck," he groans, hands planted on the back of your thighs to ground himself; digging his fingers into your plush flesh. He leans his head against the side of your legs, gazing down at you with nothing but love and lust. "You gotta relax, Baby-"

"You're too big," you shake your head, eyes still squeezed shut.

He bites his lip in a combination of effort to conceal his chuckle and to hold himself back. He takes a breath, rubbing the back of your thighs softly as you continue to clench around his bulbous tip — it feels like you're already trying to milk him for all his worth. The warmth of your gummy walls is trying to enchant him, trying to make him sink deeper, faster. He needs to bury his whole shaft in you or he's going to lose what's left of his mind.

"Have some faith in yourself, baby-doll," his nickname makes you twitch around him. He did that on purpose, no doubt about it. "You've taken it before, right? Mhm~" He nods with you, reaching to trace your heated cheek with his knuckles as you peek your eyes open. "You can take it, can't you~?"

It's not a question, even if it's formatted as one, rolling off his tongue with a soft inquisitive tone.

It's a reassurance and a statement. You can and you will take it, just like you have so many times before. "Yes, Mommy-"

You should have chosen your words more carefully, because the second 'Mommy' leaves your lips — all whiny and sweet — he's sinking into you.

"Ah-" He almost whines, "that's it, my star~ Let Mommy fill you up."

No matter how much you relax, no matter how pliable you make yourself; he's still having to make his own path through your gooey channel. He's still carving you to the shape of his cock to fit like a custom sleeve. And it feels too fucking good — "Please!" You yelp, nails digging into your legs as you continue to hug them as tightly as possible, "please, I want you to take me already!"

You can't take another second of his slow march forward — but that's too bad, Baby.

He likes to take his sweet, sweet time to really feel your searing cavity as it encases him. "Shhh, Baby, don't you worry," he places another kiss on your leg, smirking as you quiver around him, "you know I'll give you what you want, right?"

He leans over further, crushing your thighs all the way against your chest and making your legs rest over one of his shoulders. "Right, Baby?" He moans as he finally, finally bottoms out.

"Y-yes," you pout up at him beggingly, your entire being set ablaze as he settles inside of you.

For someone built so slim, his cock is thicker than you feel it should be — but you are not complaining as he stretches you from the inside out so nicely.

"What did you say you wanted, hm?" He teases you playfully, withdrawing just an inch before sliding back in.

It's maddening, he does it again; the tiniest bit further this time. "T-aaah!" You kick your feet lightly when one of his hands snakes between you and begins rubbing your clit. "Take me! Go faster, please! Please, plea- oh my good g-aaaah!!" You wail unabashedly as he starts slamming his hips into you: rough, fast, and calculated all while toying with your bundle of nerves.

      "Of course, My Baby~"

His words are so sweet while he absolutely ruins you for anyone other than himself. Not even you could make your body fill with the pleasure that you're feeling as he rubs his thumb across your cheek affectionately while drilling into you. "Look at my gorgeous doll, taking me so well."

All you can respond with is a slurred 'mhmmfff', your brain already sufficiently scrambled and overheated from his inhuman pace with his in-and-out, in-and-out; the pad of his finger never leaving your buzzing clit.

"Aww, it feels good?"

You nod quickly, leaning into his cupped hand while you gulp down the build up of saliva in your mouth. His eyes are trained on you like a hawk, every single twitch in your face committed to memory.

"Yeah, it does~" He grins devilishly while giving you a particularly rough slam when he catches your lips parting — making a loud and lewd yip-like moan tumble out. 

    "Mommy, c-" You choke on your words, arms trembling as you clutch your legs as a lifeline.

    "Cumming~?" He hums, pressing his fingers harder to your clit and making you squeal. "Go ahead, Baby, make a mess on Mommy's cock," he licks up your neck and the warm feeling of it passing your jugular makes the burning ball of arousal in your gut spread through your entire body.

    Once again, he's holding you down with the weight of his body as you tremble, your jaw dropped in a soundless scream while you release with a wave of cream onto his member; a milky white ring forming around his base while he fucks you through it.

     You let your legs go with a whine, letting him gently maneuver them and lay you on your side while he whispers soft praises that barely reach your muddled mind. "N'break..." You slur out through your breaths, melting under his soft touch on your legs.

     "A break?" He smiles while rubbing up and down your legs. His cock, still lodged deep inside of you, is throbbing — basically yelling at him not to give you what you ask for. "Just a little one, starlight." Because he isn't done wrecking you yet.

     "Thank goodness." Your little sigh makes him chuckle as he forces himself to pull out; doing so slowwwwly to make your sensitive walls tremble and beg him to stay.  "...fuck."

    The only time you ever dare curse infront of him is when you're like this. And the sound of the filthy words on your precious lips almost makes him take back his promise of a break.

     He leans back and stands fully, his heart pounding in his chest even harder as he gets a good look at you.

    In nothing but your cute little socks, you're already in a sheen of sweat from the violent thrumming of your own heart after two intense orgasms. There's already two wet spots on the hotel bed, the source between your legs glimmering in the dim lamp light. Your poor pussy lips are already a bit swollen from his stretching and pounding, your legs twitching every so often in the aftershocks of pleasure.

     He needs to make a much bigger mess of you before he's satisfied. Some deep, dirty part of his brain demands it. He has to make a mess of you, he just has to — and you've barely cried! That will not do. He needs to ruin you completely and place you back together with his saccharine words. He needs to. 

  He maneuvers you like a doll, smirking to himself at the trust you have in him to let him move you into whatever position he sees fit.

     He kisses your shoulder softly as he lays you on your stomach, crawling over you. "Are you ready for more, Baby?"

    "Mhm," you nod, having caught as much as your breath as you could.

   "Close your legs for me."

    You look back at him with a questioning gaze, "close them? Isn't it the opposite, Mommy?"

    "Not today, Baby," he grins as he soothes your messy hair, "you want me to show you what I'm thinking?"

    You hesitate for a second before you nod, turning back to face the blanket shyly as he locks his eyes on yours while sliding back inside of you. He breathes a laugh, straddling you from behind and already stretching you to the limit when —

    He starts pushing your legs together with his own, making you clamp down on him.

     "Oh my g-good fuck!"

      "Tight, isn't it~?"

    You nod quickly, shivering as he puts almost his full weight on you — and, by extension, on his cock inside of you. By the time he's got your legs fully pressed together, it feels like he's filled you up so much that he's in your guts. And when he starts thrusting? You have no brains left in your head.

    "Ahh, yes!"

    Your yell stirs him on, making his pace pick up almost immediately and he's back to pounding you like you owe him money; no mercy at all for his precious Baby. The slap of his skin on yours echoing and making his stomach flutter. The way you can't even hold back a single noise, every hit of his pelvis to your hips making a small yelp or moan tremble out of your lips. This is his new favorite position. His only complaint is that he can't see the cute little faces you have to be making right now.

    You certainly don't have any complaints. He feels like a fucking giant as he pounds the life out of you but his arms are gentle as he wraps them around your shoulders — all of his weight on you besides what he uses to slam into you. A shattered gasp leaves you as you feel his cock prod you so rough and deep that it presses into the mattress through you.

    He feels it too, and heaven help you; because now he's never changing his angle. Groaning and praising right in your ear as he continues to relentlessly fuck you into the mattress — quite literally. "Oh, My Baby," he moans deeply, "Mommy is fucking you so deep~ And you're taking it like such a good girl. F-fuck..."

   He's pressing every spot inside of you that there is. Even one that you've never felt before — no, that's not right. You have felt that pressure before. But not when you're having sex.

     He's fucking you so deep that he's putting pressure on your bladder.

    You gasp loudly, clenching around him, "Mommy! Wa-" Clenching was a mistake. Usually, it helps you hold it. Not this time. It pulls him closer. You grab at the blanket, fisting it tightly. Fuck, this is embarrassing. Well, you'd rather just say it so he can stop and you can relieve yourself.

     "Mommy, st-op! M'gonna pee myself!"

     Only... Seonghwa doesn't stop.

     His hips stutter for a moment as he takes in your words — then he's plunging into you impossibly rougher. Like he wants you to. Because he does.

     He knows that makes his an unbelievably perverted person; wanting you to piss on his cock. But he can't help it. He couldn't stop right now even if he had to.

     He can't put it into coherent thoughts right now, only thinking 'harder, fuck her stupid, make her cry, harder, make her pee, make her break...' But when he eventually can organize his thoughts; he'll realize why he couldn't even speak because he was so focused on fucking the literal piss out of you.

     Why? He is the only one on the entire planet that can fuck you so good that you lose control of your bladder. He is the only one to see you so vulnerable. He gets to be filthy with you.

    "Mommy!! P-please! I have t'go!"

    Bless your heart. You still think he might let you get up and go to the bathroom to relieve your abused bladder.

    He wraps his arms around your shoulders tighter, panting and growling like a damn animal in your ear. He's never sounded so dangerous, so feral. He's not even acknowledging your words with any of his own. Only digging his fingers into you and holding your legs shut with his as you try to spread them and get a bit of pressure taken off.

    "Please! P- uh!!" You're crying fast, fat tears now, and Seonghwa can hear them in your voice. Not just because of your embarrassing predicament, but because it feels like pure ecstasy in your very being despite it. "Mm, fuck!" You whine loudly, still feeling his tip press against the bed through you every time he bottoms out. "M-mommy, se-riously! M'gonna pee!"

     "So do it." His words make you wail, shaking your head as vigorously as possible and instinctively clenching again even though it does nothing to help your situation. He presses somehow deeper as he leans his head up and looks over your shoulder at you.

    His cock throbs inside of you, making you gasp, as he watches the tears flow down your heated face. Now he's getting somewhere.

     "It's okay, Baby-ya," he hums, his chest vibrating against your back as he crushes you to the bed, "do it. For- for me."

    "Tha-that's dirty!" You hiccup, kicking your legs until he places his over them.

    "You're already l-leaking everywhere, angel~ You're already creaming all over me. Do it."

   "Nmf-" You bite your lip roughly, a defeated squeak in your throat as a spurt comes out with his thrust. You try to hold the rest in. You really try. Despite his encouragement, you're still mortified.

    His next few thrusts earn him the same thing, a lewd splash against the bed. It's so fucking warm. He's digging his nails into you by the time you finally stop holding it back.

      The relief is almost as good as the orgasm that slams into you like a tsunami.

     You're a complete mess below him. Sobbing, kicking your feet, gripping the blanket so tightly your hands are shaking — all of you is shaking. Trembling like leaf in the wind as relief and pleasure overwhelm your humiliation and creates a feeling you've never dealt with before.

And Seonghwa isn't far behind you. He thinks his body must know not to make him cum while he's watching the absolute work of art he's made of you, not until you finally slump below him. Then, though — he's slamming one last time until your soaking cunt and staying as deep as humanly possible while he cums, holding you so tightly that you might have heard something pop if not for your absolute fried brain and his guttural moan drowning it out.

Yeah. This is his favorite position now, for sure.

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[skmhlml]

Daniel x f!Reader |🔞 Extremely Dark Yandere Headcanons |

⚠️ Warnings: gore, non-consensual elements, psychological horror, and extreme sexual content. This material is intended for a mature, horror-literate audience only.

🔨 You escaped him. Once. Just once. You thought the fire, the blood, the sirens, the months in hiding—it would be enough. But he was never really gone. You left a piece of yourself behind in that basement: your fear, your sleep, your sanity. That was the breadcrumb he followed.

🔨 He watched you for months before acting. Let you feel safe. Watched you move into a new apartment, change your hair, get a job. He was so proud. You were thriving. You deserved to have it all—just so he could take it all away again.

🔨 When he takes you this time, it’s not chaos like the first time. No. It’s surgical. Clinical. You wake up in a sterile, windowless room with white walls, no door, and a thick mirror that isn’t a mirror at all. It’s his eyes.

🔨 He talks to you through speakers, his voice warped by distortion and rage-suppressing drugs. His affection is now laced with venom. “You made me like this. Do you see what you’ve done to us?”

🔨 There’s no more pretending to be gentle. No more pretending at all. He’s your god now, your captor, your judge, and he is not merciful. He’s not here to earn your love anymore— he’s here to own you.

🔨 He drugs you frequently, not just to keep you compliant, but to rewrite your sense of time. Weeks pass in blinks. Sometimes you wake up and your fingernails are gone, or your teeth feel… wrong. Too loose.

🔨 You can’t remember your own name some days. He never uses it. He calls you “Маленькая жена” or worse: “me”—as if you’re part of him now, an extension of his will.

🔨 His “love” is violence. He carves little symbols into your skin while humming the songs you used to sing in the shower. “You stopped singing,” he says as he digs into your thigh. “So I made you a new voice.”

🔨 One night, he leaves you in the room with a box. Inside is the corpse of someone you once dated—preserved. Dressed up like you. Glass eyes stitched into place. Their tongue sewn into a smile

🔨 He keeps you underground, where no sound escapes. No windows. Just flickering yellow lights, the hum of an old freezer, and the constant drip of water echoing through the concrete. (not in the game but I like the idea)

🔨 He makes you watch videos of yourself— ones he took while you slept. While you showered. While you screamed.

🔨 Sometimes he ties your limbs down until circulation cuts off. He wants you immobile. Cold. “Like a doll.” He likes it best when you go limp and unresponsive — he calls that “your best self.”

🔨 Knifeplay is his love language. He drags the tip down your skin as he whispers love poems. Sometimes he presses too deep, and licks the blood off your chest, murmuring “You taste like betrayal.”

🔨 He wants a child. But not with you. He wants to turn you into a child— mentally. Regression, isolation, reward systems. Eventually, he gets what he wants. A quiet, broken thing who clings to him when the lights go out.

🔨 His hands are rough, exploring bruised and bleeding skin with both desperation and dominance. He forces himself on you without mercy, his body pressing heavy as he claims every inch of you. The sounds of your protests blend with ragged breaths and wet, aching moans as he takes twisted pleasure in your pain and submission.

🔨 He leaves bite marks all over your body— deep, bleeding, permanent. He wants you to never heal, to carry reminders of him every time you look in the mirror. He leaves teeth imprints on your throat, claw marks down your back, and bruises on your inner thighs that last for weeks.

🔨 He prefers it when you’re barely conscious— drugged, exhausted, too numb to scream. He’ll pet your hair as you fade out, then use your limp body however he wants. He talks to you the whole time, cooing about how perfect and soft you are like he’s making love— but it’s just domination masked as affection. “You don’t even have to fight anymore. Just let me love you while you sleep…”

🔨 Daniel wipes the blood and tears from your face and calls it “aftercare.” He bandages your wounds, kisses your temples, and tells you he’s proud of how well you took him — all while you’re shaking, broken, and sore.“See? I’m taking care of you. No one else would. No one else deserves to.”

🔨 He degrades you with every thrust. Calls you filthy, ungrateful, pathetic — and then kisses your neck like he didn’t just spit in your mouth. He breaks you down until you’re too confused to know what’s real.

🔨 Daniel knows your body. Even if you scream at him to stop, he’ll make you cum through the pain, touching and thrusting and licking you until your body betrays you. He calls it “proof” that you want him— and punishes you when you cry after. “Your mouth lies. But your body? Your body knows who you belong to.”

[yandere--stuck]

okay wait if ford pet regresses into a puppy do you think stan would be a little kitty instead

“You know what, kid?” Bill tapped at one of his bricks thoughtfully, before shooting you a finger gun. “I like the way you think!” His singular eye crinkled in sadistic glee and, with a snap of his fingers, he brought Stan forward. 

Like you, the man hung from a rope of tight, black arms. He was rocketed out of the darkness so fast that his entire body snapped forward, before Stan groaned and his entire body sagged with pain. A twinge of pain clenched at your heart in turn, fearing the poor man may have gotten whiplash.

“Stan, no!” You blurted out.

Your face burned and a deep frown etched itself onto your face, brows furrowing in shame. Guilt, fear, and self-loathing churned like acid in your stomach. This was your fault. Bill had looked inside your mind and read your thoughts, and now Stan was being punished for it. You were disgusted with yourself. How could you do this Stan? To not only secretly hold feelings for your friend, but to think this way about him. The secret safe haven of your mind had been breached by an outside witness, and now Stan was suffering because of it. And you couldn't even help him. You couldn't break out of Bill's hold. You couldn't rescue him. All you could do was shout his name and plead for Bill to stop. You were useless.

No, worse than useless. You were culpable. 

Stan blinked his eyes open in a daze. They lazily roved over the room, before settling on you. He seemed lost, still, but only for an instant. Recognition flashed in his eyes, and then his gaze was drawn to Bill. Immediately his body went taut, nostrils flaring and teeth bared in rage.

“Hey, Cheddar Cheese!” He barked. “Get your paws off've ‘em!”

“And speaking of paws…”

You looked past Bill, struggling in your binds. “Stan, don't!”

Stan locked eyes with you. He spoke soft and reassuring, “‘S'okay, sweetheart,” then all of the rage flooded back into his expression as he glared daggers into Bill's back. “Face me like a man! I'm the one you want, Tophat!”

“HA! Don't you wish?”

Your eyes widened with shock as you watched Bill's bricks flip around, his entire body turning about and then clicking back into place. His eye was on you until the very last moment, before his back fully faced you. 

His full attention was now on Stan.

“You of all people should know that no one wants you.”

Stan set his jaw as he glowered up at Bill. Then, he smirked, huffing out a bitter laugh.

“You think you got the upper hand now, but once me an’ Ford–”

"Classic Stanley! Always relying on your brother to do all the hard work. Unfortunately for you, I don't think Sixer’ll be of much help.”

Your heart sunk into your stomach as it turned ice cold with fear. You could only imagine Stan felt the same. A look of horror dawned across the man’s face, trying and failing to smother it with more fury.

“If you touched even a single hair on his head, I'll make ya wish you were never born!”

“What a shame! Y'know, Fordsy loves pets.”

You watched as the anger ran away from Stan's face, quickly replaced with a look of utter confusion. His mouth fell open slightly, and one of his eyebrows quirked up questioningly.

Bill spun around in place, suddenly jamming two of his fingers into his eye. His eyelids snapped shut around them, and a high-pitched whistle sounded from him. You tried to crane your neck to see what or whoever Bill was calling, but the Triangle's arms kept you tight in place. You could only rely on Stan's expression.

A repetitive jingling noise sounded somewhere behind you, rapidly approaching. At the same time, you watched as Stan's visage turned from perplexed to shock and concern. His sunken, bagged eyes went wide as saucers.

“Oh, sweet Moses! Ford!”

The jingling was at your feet now, and you could feel something brushing against your legs. Looking down, you could finally watch him come into view, walking on hands and knees, taking a seat on the ground below Bill and Stan. You opened your mouth to speak, to maybe get his attention, but all of the words got lodged in your throat, leaving your mouth floundering open like a fish above water. 

Ford looked between his brother and Bill, and you could catch the excited look in his eyes  and the way his tongue lolled out of his mouth, panting like a dog.

“Sixer, what's he done to ya?” 

“Aw, nothin’ much! Nothing he didn't want deep down,” Bill ruffled Ford's hair with a four-fingered hand. You noticed how Ford leaned up into his touch.

“Don't you touch him, you isosceles freak!” Stan roared, straining against his restraints. With heavy breaths, he focused back on his twin, screaming at him with his eyes. “Sixer! Ford, it's me! It's Stan! Snap out it!”

You watched from behind as Ford looked up at Stan, tilting his head slightly. He seemed to focus on Stan for a moment, before slowly rising to just his knees. His hands awkwardly fumbled with the rope of arms that restrained his brother, sniffing and snuffling at him.

“That's right, Sixer, it's me! It's me, you gotta snap out of this!”

“Fordsy,” Bill said sternly.

The Triangle snapped his fingers, catching his devotee's attention. Ford looked between Bill and Stan, before slowly sinking back down to his hands and knees.

“Stanford, don't listen!”

“I'd say I hate to break it to you, Stan, but I don't! See, it doesn't seem like Sixer’s interested in snapping out of this anytime soon! And who can blame him? He’s certainly a lot happier than he was with you."

Stan seethed through gritted teeth. “You son of a–!”

“That being said, Fordsy here sure is lonely without a playmate. I can't imagine why, but I think he might miss you. Can you believe that?! See, it doesn't really make sense to miss the guy who's been dragging you down your whole life, but I can't really fault him. I mean, Sixer here is just a dumb mutt.”

Stan bristled with rage.

“Dumb puppies like him just don't know what's good for him,” Bill continued, turning back towards you and gesturing over with a hand. “Turns out, your pal and I are of like mind!”

“He's lying!” You blurted out, wheezing against your binds. A feeling of shame and terror boiled in your guts, threatening to burst out of you like an active volcano. “I don't want this!”

“So defensive!”

Stan's eyes flicked from you to Bill. “Whatever you're tryin’ to sell, Bill, I'm not buyin’.”

For a moment, the hot whirlpool of anxiety in your stomach lessened into a warmth that rose and bloomed into your chest. A smile involuntarily quirked at your lips, knowing that a man so guarded and cynical would trust you so easily. The feeling is quickly extinguished when you remember his faith in you is unfounded.

The Triangle shrugged, turning back around to face the man. “Eh, doesn't matter. This is going down no matter what.”

“Bill, stop! Please,” You cried out, eyes beginning to brim with tears.

Stan shifted his gaze from you to Bill, over and over, as if he couldn't decide how to divide his attention. 

“Don't worry,” Stan breathed. “We're gonna get outta this.”

“I wouldn't hold my breath,” Bill lifted his hand, palm hovering over the man's short, gray hair. “You know, Stanley, you remind me of an alley cat. Always acting bigger than you are. Showing off your fangs and claws. Biting the hand that feeds you. But, if someone tries to tame you for long enough, you'll always fall for a gentle hand.”

“Get the Hell away from me!” Stan squirmed and kicked, trying to free himself with no avail. He opened his mouth to speak just as Bill rested his pitch black hand atop his head.

Stan immediately stilled. His body locked up under Bill's touch. His eyes dilated, his pupils so large that they nearly swallowed up his irises. You couldn't breathe as you watched him, unable to tear your gaze away from him, from his eyes - glassy and far away. You worried Bill might have killed him.

With an exhale, Stan's body relaxed. He stirred slightly. Slowly, he lifted his head, fighting to open his eyes as he leaned into Bill's touch. The demon scritched through Stan's hair and massaged at his scalp. A small smile rose to the man's lips. His bleary eyes opened, meeting yours.

His pupils retracted.

In an instant, Stan snapped his head back, wrenching himself away from Bill. He kicked his legs out, fruitlessly trying to land a blow as he fought his restraints.

“No, don't you dare! Get away from me!” He screamed. “I'm not gonna–”

Bill made contact with Stan's hair, fingers carding through his short locks. The reaction was instantaneous - Stan's body slowly deflating, looking as though he was fighting sleep.

He slowly shook his head, slurring out, “‘M not gonna… Not gonna…”

Stan trailed off with a slight hum. He once again pushed back up to meet Bill's hand, nuzzling against it gently. His eyes closed. First as if he were relaxed, then screwing tight together in frustration. His face was at war with itself, contentment and worry struggling for dominance over his features. Stan growled through grit teeth as he tried, and failed, to escape Bill's reach. His eyes snapped open again, irises swimming wildly in his sclera.

“No, no, I…!” 

Both your eyes met again. Something inside you snapped. You felt the sting of tears pooling down your cheeks.

“Mm…” Stan mumbled tiredly. “‘M sorr…”

Bill softly stroked over Stanley’s hair. With every pat to the man's head, you watched as the last of Stan's will was ground down unto nothing, his mind dulled into submission. Stan's head dropped. And your heart broke.

All at once, the long rope of arms restraining you fell away, sending you tumbling to the hard floor of the fearamid and landing hard on your ass. Instinctively, you clutched yourself for comfort. Your breaths came out in shaky gasps, tears still running rivers down your face, and you were suddenly aware of how hard you've been shaking this entire time.

Curious, Ford trotted up to you. He bumped his head against one of your hands. You felt sick. You curled up further into yourself, burying your face into your arms. You heard Ford let out a whine, sniffing at you and trying to wedge his face between your arms. A familiar jingling noise twinkled through the air. 

You raised your head with a start, spotting a dash of color hanging out of Ford's jacket pocket. Grabbing it, you pulled out what you quickly realized was a collar. A tag and bell dangled from it. The tag read out Stan's name.

Stan…!

Finally drawing your attention back to the bound man, he was… Smiling. He happily pushed back against Bill's hand. His eyes were closed in utter contentment as Bill moved his hand to give scritches under Stanley's chin. And… Was it just you, or did it kind of sound like a strange rumbling noise was emanating from him?

The arms holding Stan in mid-air slowly retracted, and Stan rolled onto the floor on his hands and knees.

“Well, I hope you can live with yourself!” Bill said, sounding utterly pleased with himself. “But, hey, you got whatcha wanted, didn't ya? Ends justifying means and all that.”

“I didn't want this!” You insisted, hatred lacing your voice.

“Whatever you say, kid!”

You watched as Stan looked around, getting his bearings. A part of you wanted to believe it was all an act, that Stan had fooled Bill or whatever he did was only temporary. That Stan would go back to normal and none of this would be your fault.

Your hopes shattered as Stan locked eyes on you, blinking at you slowly. A scratchy, “mrrp!” chirped from within his throat as he crawled toward you. You couldn't help but wince, thinking about Stan's bad knees. He crawled toward you, his posture and gate having a noticeable lack of tension. He looked so strange, the contrast of him acting so animalistic in his Mr. Mystery suit. 

As he approached, his head turned from you to the collar dangling from your hand. Another small sound rumbled from Stan's throat as he reached up with clumsy hands to bat at the collar playfully. You retracted your hand- only for Stan to pounce! Both arms wrapped around your waist as the man all but dove face first into your stomach. Reflexively, your hands came down on Stan's shoulders, and you could feel a soft vibration rumbling from him. It vibrated from within his chest and throat, thrusting out through his entire body.

… Stan was purring.

At your side, Ford bumped into you, panting happily and tongue lolling out of his mouth. His entire body wiggled. You were sure if he had a tail, he'd be wagging it. You could take some small solace in knowing that, at least, Ford was happy to be reunited with his brother.

Looking between the brothers, your gaze settled on Stan with a sigh.

“This is all my fault. I'm so sorry…”

Heavy with guilt, you lifted a hand up to stroke through Stan's hair, and he pushed back against you, purring and squeezing his eyes shut in delight. Then, Stan rolled underneath your touch, flipping back onto your lap and looking up at you.

The look in his eyes as he gazed up at you… He looked so happy. So trusting. So peaceful. It didn't do anything to diminish the guilt within you, but it did bring you some small relief to know that all of the problems that usually plagued the poor man's mind had been erased. At least for now.

“Awww, now isn't that cute?” Bill cooed as he floated above you. “You know, cats only show their stomachs like that if they really trust you. 

Sure is a shame that Stanley put his trust in you of all people.”

[sadodere-puppy]

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[pilotingdreammsss]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Platonic Yandere Caregiver Dark Cacao Cookie and Regressor Reader?

You don't have to if you don't want to.

I was thinking that Dark Enchantress Cookie could have erased a few memories and twisted a few other memories to get the reader on her side but Dark Cacao Cookie comes in and takes reader back to his kingdom and cares for them while trying to help Reader regain their memories.

Or you could ignore that prompt completely and come up with something else! My last request seemed to be too detailed for you, so I'm hoping this will help.

(Sorry if any of this sounded mean. I just love your writing and I didn't really care if you could do a request justice or not. Your writing is amazing no matter what! Hope you have a nice day/night!)

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Hello, hello ❄️💗🖋anon! I'm glad to see you again! Actually, your prompt makes this a lot easier. My hesitance with your last prompt was due to the amount of dynamics I had to consider, not the prompt itself!~

Went a little off your prompt, but it's close enough, I promise!

Platonic! Yandere Dark Cacao Cookie + Regressor Reader, Hcs/short drabble at the end.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, manipulation (Courtesy of Dark Enchantress), mention of SFW age regression. I'm new to writing agere, so please do inform me of any mistakes!

ೃ⁀➷ I'd like to imagine that you were raised as a cookie of darkness but never quite turned out right. Dark Enchantress Cookie, ever the inpatient, began to warp your world view so you'd be more cynical. It never bore any fruit. Despite you still being susceptible, it only managed to torment you. You never remembered a time with whatever was before the Cookies of Darkness, but she'd purposely warp or erase memories, so you'd assume you were unwanted in the outside world. You possibly started regression to cope, thinking you had been tormented by outsiders when it was all meticulously placed by DE.

ೃ⁀➷That is until you saw Dark Choco Cookie depart, saw his strained relationship with his dad, you'd realise that the life of darkness wasn't up to your tastes. You were meant to assist Affogatto Cookie, but wound up, wounded and pleading, for the Dark Cacao Kingdom to take you in. Dark Cacao Cookie is at first skeptical, so you're kept under intent watch so he knows you can behave yourself.

ೃ⁀➷That is when, ultimately, your regression is revealed. Though you'd meticulously hid it, it managed to slip out by accident when Dark Cacao Cookie was lingering nearby. You feared the worst, wondering if he'd think you're strange or creepy. But it reminded him so much of when he had to raise a child of his own, how he'd blundered in the past. Through your regression, he could perhaps heal himself, too.

ೃ⁀➷ He didn't quite become your caregiver on the spot, instead opting to observe and ask what you liked and how you acted, when regressed. Whether that be pacifiers, onesies, pet names, being held, or told bedtime stories. Through your mannerisms sparked a platonic affection, a fatherly urge, to keep you as happy and as safe as possible.

ೃ⁀➷ Which also included getting rid of people who thought your way of coping was weird. Whether they be an advisor or random citizen on the street who thought your onesie was 'only for babies'. They'd be exiled or worse. But never in front of his dear you - you didn't have to know what was going on. To you, he was still your sweet papa.

ೃ⁀➷He'd lift you up in his strong arms, let you hold his sword, and play with his cape or hair without much comment. You could refer to him as you pleased, though he admittedly feels overjoyed when you address him as 'dad' or 'papa', or whatever language equilavent. He twirls you in his arms, often letting you sit and watch him train or conduct mundane affairs whilst you play with toys or eat candy.

ೃ⁀➷ He's usually gentle and patient when when you get fussy - though sometimes he can grow irritated. He'll always apologize, though. He can't let you stay upset! He's just so stressed with the kingdom and keeping you safe and happy. He hopes you understand...

ೃ⁀➷ Likes 'training' you with play swords, he admittedly always lets you win. You're a mighty warrior in his eyes! He takes particular care to not repeat the mistakes of his past, where he'd focused too much on making Dark Choco Cookie a warrior. As you spend time together, you realise that the world outside wasn't as bad as you 'remembered' it to be....

The howling of the blizzard, situated just outside your window, hadn't ceased for at least a few hours. Being stuck in your room for so long had left you bored and underwhelmed, missing Papa. He'd left you with some advisors ,who were reclusive at best, to keep you fed and warm.

When the door creaks open again, you expect another snack plate. Though you emerge from your carefully made pillow fort to check anyway.

But alas! Joy! Dark Cacao Cookie had returned! At an instant, you push yourself forward, stumbling over to greet him warmly. Your body presses against his armor, still damp with the snow from the outside.

"Papa!"

You grab at his arms, tugging him forward towards your fort. His stoic demeanor cracks, and he follows, chuckling lovingly, to your pillow fort.

"What a lovely pillow fort."

He comments as you crawl back into the structure, waiting eagerly so he'd join you. He sits just outside though.

"Ah, but I don't think Papa will fit. How about you come and join him outside?"

You peer your face outside of the fort, eagerly shuffling into Dark Cacao Cookie's lap. He pulls some of his cape forward, so it covers some of you, humming contentedly as you nestle against him and close your eyes. Where you fall asleep in no time.

A/N: Hope this is enough, anon! I tried to keep it as ambiguous as possible!

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 27

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 1,943

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, age gap, emotional manipulation, mental breakdown, age regression

"Aren't you sick of this?" Your soft voice rang through the room.

Levi paused. He didn’t respond.

Sitting you on top of the counter, he rolled up the knee high sock in his hands. Continuing in silence, Levi shoved the bunched up thick fabric over your foot. His knuckles brushed up your skin as he traveled up. Snapping the band around your mid-thigh, he reached for the other sock. Paw pads were printed on the bottom. The flash of pink caught your eye as he reached for the other sock.

Upset by him ignoring you, you pulled your foot away. “Do you even like this shit?” You pinched at the bloomers he just slipped onto your hips a moment prior.

Grabbing your ankle, he brought your leg back to him. “Don’t try it.”

“Try what,” You squinted your eyes at him.

“Think you’re smart enough to drive a wedge between me and Erwin.” His tone was flat, final.

An almost jealous twinge sparked in your chest. You knew you were completely alone in this, that Erwin and Levi will always come first in their minds. Though, the needy child in you, just wanted to be something more than a possession for once in your life.

“I don’t get you,” You finally admitted.

He peered from under his lashes as he continued to slip the thigh high up. Other than a click of his tongue, he gave no verbal response.

You continued, “You say that, but I overheard that you didn’t want Erwin to bring him over. You don’t like most of Erwin’s decisions. Why try to defend me—try and help me—and then do nothing when it’s at his whim? Why kidnap me if never wanted me here in the first place? Why are you being nice to me!”

Your voice escalated as you started to sob, breaking down. Levi stood straight up and grabbed your shoulders. Shaking you a bit to get your attention, he stared straight into your watery eyes.

“Listen to me. You are not mine,” He said the words through gritted teeth, “I shouldn’t have done what I did yesterday. In the end, what Erwin does to you is not my business. I simply don’t want to pick up the mess of your corpse and Erwin’s bitch fit that another pet project didn’t fucking work.”

“You’re lying,” You snarled the words with a mouth full of teeth.

“Yeah, brat, I am?” He matched your gnarl, sneering.

“You don’t like that I’m Erwin’s. He tends to leave messes you have to pick up, including me. That’s why you fucked me without his permission, again-”

“Careful.”

“You don’t like your pets hollow. You want them writhing and full of fight so you can-”

Your words were cut off with a firm slap. Head spun to the left, you stared at the marble countertop. Digging your nails into the stone, you hoped it broke.

“Knock this shit off.”

Tears boiled up in your waterline. You didn’t reply as you bit your wobbling lip. Childishly, you rubbed at your swollen cheek with a pitiful ow.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was, but you better nip it in the bud, now.”

“I thought you wanted me like this.”

He clicked his tongue, “I didn’t want a spoiled brat. I wanted the mutt in my fucking bed to stop sulking.”

How stupid of you, of course he didn’t care. If you kept going with your downward spiral, Erwin would have gotten sick of you. You could tell he thought he broke you beyond repair. Snapped you in half like his other strays. All his previous toys were made of hard plastic. Easy to break. You, unfortunately, were malleable elastic string. You can't break, only be worn down.

Sniffling, you nodded as you digested his words. Refusing eye contact, you let yourself turn your brain off. There’s no point in trying to get through to either of them. Despite his actions, as Levi said, he would always be loyal to Erwin. Might as give it up before it exploded in your face.

Levi watched you wilt inward before him. Rubbing his temples, he wished he could take the past few minutes back. Words were not his strong suit, and what he meant to say got lost in his blunt tone. You weren’t his, technically. Getting attached would only worsen your state. Showing favoritism towards Levi as you have been, has only caused Erwin to be more cruel.

He could see the creeping signs of stockholm syndrome a mile away. You’re affliction towards Levi was a survival tactic. Levi knew what he felt was more. Something that would only result in you getting killed. Erwin never favored sharing.

So he dropped it before you slipped under. “Come. You need to eat.”

Hooking his hands under your armpits, he lifted you off the counter. Standing on your own, you followed behind him. Staring at the back of his head, the frustration hadn’t left. The mind games had you spinning like a top.

Not once did he look back as he lead you down the stairs, the hall and into the kitchen. Erwin sat at the head of the table, his breakfast half finished.

“There’s my darling girl,” He smiled.

Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you to his lap. Sitting on one of his thighs, your legs hung by his crotch. Stabbing his fork in his pancake, he lifted the syrupy morsel to your mouth. Turning away quickly, stickiness hit your cheek.

Erwin’s face fell as the utensil hung in the air. “Don’t be fussy.”

Your jaw clicked at his baby talk.

Levi cut in, “She’s been bratty all morning, ignore her.”

Your head jumped up and glared directly at the man, “Judas.”

Levi knew the true meaning of what you meant. This isn’t just about right now. He crossed his arms, not backing down.

“We don’t talk like that,” Erwin inserted himself back into the conversation. “I know you haven’t been feeling well-”

You scoffed at that. His hand snapped out and grabbed your jaw. Welding your gaze to his, he glared down at you. “Watch your tone.”

His voice warbled with someone else’s, and you were a child all over again. Ripping his hand off your mandible, you pushed yourself backwards until you fell off his lap. Erwin sucked in a breath as you slammed against the hardwood floor. Your tailbone took the brunt of the fall.

Slapping your ears over your head, you chanted, “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

Pushing his chair back, Erwin got out of his seat as he watched in horror, “Y/n-”

“Don’t touch me!” You screeched as he went to lift you off the ground. He paused and his forehead crinkled as he locked gazes with Levi over your head.

Scrambling backwards with your feet, you started to sob so hard your body heaved. Both men could only observe you in shock. Your hands threaded through your hair and pulled.

Levi attempted to be the one to get you off the floor, but when his hand brushed your back, you screamed again.

“Go away! I hate you, hate you, hate you. I fucking hate you both!” Spit dribbled out your mouth as you hiccuped with blurry vision.

“Hey-”

“I want to go home,” You pathetically wailed, clutching your chest.

Their gazes bounced to each other again.

Erwin softly spoke, “Sweetie, you are home.”

Shaking your head so fast you got dizzy, you babbled, “I want to go home, wanna go home.”

“You want to go back to living in your car?” Levi barked, hoping to snap you out of it.

You nodded your head, and then stopped. “I can’t because you ruined it. Like you guys ruined me.” A new wave of sobbing pierced the air.

Hovering over you in a crouch, Erwin handled you like a startled animal, “Don’t you want off the floor, princess?”

You scooted away, hitting Levi’s legs in the process. Flinching back like you were hit, you fell into more hysterics. “Please just let me go home. I- I can’t take it. If I’m here any longer I will die!”

“Whoa, who said anything about dying?” Erwin gasped out in shock.

“You did! I wanna go home, just let me go,” You bellowed while kicking your legs out like a toddler. He was approaching too close.

“Levi?” Erwin asked, unsure where to go with this. Levi could only scowl, hesitant as well. They both winced as you cried out again so hard you gagged.

“Princess, please, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Let me go home!”

Levi’s face pinched, “We all know we can’t do that.”

“Fine.” Heaving, you sucked in all the air you could til your cheeks puffed out. Clenching your eyes, you held your breath. Pinching your own nose, you weren’t going to breath until they agreed to take you home.

Erwin grabbed your shoulders, but you kicked him in the stomach, hard. He grunted as he hunched over.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Levi seethed. Gripping right above your elbow, he hauled you on your knees. “Fucking look at me.”

You whined deep in your throat, refusing to listen. Your lips were starting to tingle from the lack of oxygen.

“You’re not leaving, you shitty brat, you fucking get that?” Levi shook you in his hold, ripping your hand away from your nose. Grabbing your jaw, he dug his thumb into the hinge of the bone.

“Ow!” You whimpered. The pressure point throbbed. He forced your mouth wide until you had no other choice but exhale. Gasping out, you coughed, your lungs begging for air. Drool dribbled out the corner of your lips.

“Why did you do that?” Levi continued to berate you.

Sobbing, you mumbled, “I don’t know.”

“I don’t know isn’t an excuse,” Erwin’s icy tone cut through you and Levi.

Letting you go, Levi stepped back. You slumped on the floor, your shoulders bouncing with each pitchy hiccup.

“I guess you still haven’t learned your lesson. I think a couple of hours in timeout will suffice.”

“No!” You whimpered, and scrambled away from him.

Standing back up, he reached down and pinched your ear between his index and thumb. Hauling you up by the fragile cartilage, you cried out in pain.

“Erwin-”

Said man tutted at Levi. Scrambling to match his pace, you were forced to lean over from his grip. Clutching onto his forearm to pry him off was unsuccessful. Your fingernails dug into the skin, he only pulled harder.

Stomping down the hall and to the right, he stood at the closet door. Flinging it open, he pushed you inside. Yelping, you tripped and fell on your knees with an audible thud. Spinning around, Erwin stood in the frame, casted in shadow.

“Let this be a lesson.”

With that, he slammed the door and clicked the lock on the knob. Frantically, you rushed to the door and pounded on it.

“Erwin? Levi? Let me out, please!” You begged, terrified. You didn’t want to be alone, you just want to go home.

From past the door, you could faintly hear Levi scolding Erwin. Their escalating argument was drowned out by the pulsing blood in your ears. Hitting the slab of wood over and over, you could only beg. But it fell upon deaf ears.

[syltheanti]

DNI:

Proshippers/Darkshippers/Ex antis/anti-antis

Radqueers, pro-contact/neutral contact paraphiles.(Recovering/Recovered paraphiles can interact of course.)

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Updated: June, 19th 2025

Took me long enough to repin this.

Still sticking to my beliefs. I will be hostile to boundary breakers

Just added a new anon to my list lol

Removed some shit

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[beloved-femboyish-girl]

men moaning/whimpering playlist rating

Going Rough on your Sub Boyfriend [Boyfriend ASMR] [Whimpering] ("CozyCub ASMR" deleted) -- F. False advertising. No more fucking or being rough.

Petting Your Sub Cat boy [Whimpering] [Bottom Neko] -- B. Not a fan of bitches saying "master" but bros a lil bratty kitt

Dominating your sub boyfriend on his birthday (kisses)[ASMR RP]M4F (official audio) -- D. no domination involved really.

Risky Gorou ASMR| Making Him Whimper From Teasing- NSFW? Gorou x Listener ( Genshin Impact) (excerpt of [NSFW Patreon Exclusive] Risky fun with Gorou behind a building [Bottom] [Blowjob] [Whimpering] [Petting] [NSFW] [Gorou x Listener] ASMR Roleplay 35:56) -- B. aww cute lil puppy boy aww bros EMBARASSED about his puppy taillll

Mommy's good boy -- F. lame whimpers. dont like how he says mommy

Making Your SUBMISSIVE Boyfriend WHIMPER! ⌈NSFW⌋ (official title: [Making Your SUBMISSIVE Boyfriend WHIMPER! ~ [Boyfriend ASMR] [Soft Voice] [Pleading]) -- C-. didnt know if this was gay at first. its fine

Needy Subby Boyfriend Wants Your Attention (ASMR) [M4F] [mommy] [mdlb] [spicy?] [kisses] [needy] -- F. dont like how he says mommy. ""mdlb"" bro talks about going to work out. is lil bro getting ripped. is lil bro getting gains? no. shut up about the gym. talking soft bc roommates are audible too

Ignoring ur subby boyfriend until he breaks (excerpt of Ignoring your subby boyfriend until he breaks (M4A)) -- A. exactly as advertised. fun acting. hes trying soo hard. hes been so good. fuck

100 Tier: "Stuffing The Bird.." A Pleasure Dom Fem!ListenerX Confident To Subby Hawks NSFW HARDCORE (M and NB variants)-- THEYRE BIRDS?? YOURE ACTUALLY BIRDS? kinda awesome B hes being too smug and overacting too fast. Dude are those kissing sounds or am i feeding him a WORM. His guttural breathing is freaking me out dude. mic glitches. ok my bad we're not feeding him worms we're feeding him PUSSYYY!!! + yuup we're tasing your balls bro. id bump up a letter for pain noises but its just too much besides that.

18+ Thoma x Listener| Sub Thoma Moans| Private Meeting At Komore|ASMR Roleplay| Genshin Impact (excerpt of [NSFW Patreon Exclusive] F*cking Thoma at the Teahouse [Bottom Thoma] [Making Him Hold the Moan] [Subby Noises] [Thoma x Listener] ASMR Roleplay 29:06) -- C+. bros still acting well its just no puppyboy and pretty tame.

alright thanks see you tomorrow for tge next ten

PART TWO:

gr#nding against your sleepy boyfriend~ (unknown source) -- D-. doesnt understand anything sexy about the conceit. or maybe at all !

"Couldn't Sleep?" A "Cure" For Restlessness Gojo X M!Listener NSFW (F and NB variants)-- 😥 the bird one was bnha so like is this one is too whos gojo. but same as with the doggy gen-- he just said いただきます. and now a footjob is happening?? bros gagging on whoever "Listener"'s cock is tho. WONT STOP SAYING "THANK YOU FOR THE ME- HE JUST SAID IT AGAIN??? C+ for the continuously impressive voice acting but. well theres wet plapping now. but . the character acting

M4M Annoying sleep boyfriend for cuddles (sleep aid) (official title: M4M Annoying your sleepy boyfriend for cuddles! [ASMR] [BL]) -- bold decision to take on the persona of "annoying". aww no ones gonna hurt you youre with your boYfriEnd. hes not whimpering. D for this list purposes but its fine

M4M Boyfriend holds their little baby boy to sleep (sleep aid) (official title: M4M Boyfriend holds their little baby boy :) [ASMR] [SFW] [LittleSpace]) -- D for no whimpering or moaning. "aww. you havent regressed in a while? do you want to?" "oh i got you some Little stuff. you know for when you're in Little space. wait typing that out made me realize the little in the title was referring to that. anyway its fine this is what i imagine asmrs target audience is anyway

(M4A) ASMR Roleplay: CEO Dominates you (CEO X Listener) [Slight NSFW] (official title: [BAD BOY ASMR] Mafia Boss x Listener. After Shower With Your Yandere Boyfriend!?[Spicy]) -- "[...] cum founder" still slow at 2.5x speed but only 16 minutes long. C-. character work is schlocky stock romance but soo reserved. but i guess theres moaning.

(M4A) ASMR Roleplay: Sadistic Vampire Talks with you (Noble Vampire X Vampire Hunter Listener) [NSFW?] P.2 (official title: [DOM VAMPIRE ASMR] Vampire x Listener. Sadistic Kisses, Delicate Bites!?[Spicy]) -- C shallow world relying on slow brooding but can i just say the description on this one is wild. "- hold on bro is chowing down so ill bump it a lil. anyway "I hope I have the right audio. I haven't listened to the entire thing." bro?? am i the only one here wh

(M4M) ASMR Roleplay: Bully Forces Cuddles on the Bus (Male Bully X Male Underdog Listener) [Mild NSFW] P.2 (original deleted?)-- B this dude is so fucking funny. "whatya listening to. probably some gay shit. *sharp nostril exhale* now be a good little nerd and give me your homework. your lunchmoney too. I WONDER HOW YOU ARE IN BED? YOURE PROBABLY FUCKING GREAT" YESSS. wet gooping sounds happening now with little discernable - oh we're cocksucking this guy ok alright. you put your gay earbuds in and start listening to music at the last 30 seconds. Wow.

Cum in 10 minutes -- F this is binaural beats shit and did NOT cum

Whispering Slurs Asmr -- F. heres an excerpt from the artist's bio: "As a performer, I do not actually agree with anything this anti-social character spews out of his mouth. I will need to be careful what I say because I could be feeding into people’s deeply ingrained prejudices and bigotry. I pray that I do not unintentionally enable a bunch of bad people who resent a changing world."

Taking Care of Your Drunk Boyfriend (unknown source)-- C+. bros whimpering and moaning when he Should be throwing up !!!

PART 3:

alrigt im starting this at 4 am hope i can get fhru this quick NOTE: i didnt

[HOT BULLY ASMR]Bully x Listener. Trapped Together And 7 Minutes In Heaven! [Delinquent,NSFW(?)] -- D. sharp smug mouth inhales after like every sentence. its your first time 🥺 going to someone else's place 😑. its really funny to do a "7 minutes in heaven" scenario with only two people alone in an apartment. "HOT BULLY"? not really bullying at all but apparently im "already biting my lip" so i guess im wrong.

Making Your Boyfriend BEG for it…[SPICY] Boyfriend ASMR [M4M] (official audio)-- B-. sleazy creep type narrator. saying im blueballing him by not fucking right now? holy shit, trying to talk me into not using protection because he doesnt want to get up and go buy more condoms?? toxic as fuck bro...

"Fuck Me Now." A Villain/Mastermind Kenma X Male NSFW (F and NB variants) -- B. there was an alternative female AND "NB" version and the script is mostly the same. "suck my dick while you ride my thigh" good idea! but um i dont think. that works.

(M4M) ASMR Roleplay: Bully Dominates you with Kisses (Male Bully X Male Underdog Listener) [Mild NSFW] P.1 (original deleted?) -- B+ on technicality for no whimpering. bros actually getting vicious with this one. the part 2 was mostly goofy but. like. wow.

ASMR Audio Roleplay - You Challenge Your Dom Friend [M4M] [Friends With Benefits] [Spicy] Pt 1 (official title: You're A Good Boy To Your Dom Friend [M4M] [Friends With Benefits] [Spicy]) -- fuck the criteria. B-. the writing here is impressive. like dudes got natural conversation and character work down so well. and hes funny?? ok hes like a reddit edgelord shithead but hes got jokes. no moaning or whining though!

[M4M] [NSFW] Flirty Dragon Desires You [Part 2] -- can you please fucking speak up dragon i cant hear you over all the bugs. B its corny as fuck but bros moaning and maybe a hint of whimpering.

Subby boyfriend whimpers & begs for "attention" (Spicy boyfriend ASMR | Deep voice | M4A) -- he's whiompering and moaning and also fucking ANNOYING!!!!!!! C this guy Pisses me off. "im gonna cry if i dont get [your attention and pussy]" then CRY!!!!!!!!! "that makes me so squirmy" its all ok now tho bc hes in pain

[REUPLOAD] Daddy Detective NSFW M4M (OP deleted) -- ACAB. F. sadly i was hoping it was freelance.

ASMR [M4M] Your Bored Barista Tries To Kill Some Time With You -- F. bored? check. bro sings "im like a bird" in the quietest voice possible. lmao. no moaning or whining! but its fine

ASMR Audio Roleplay - [M4M] Locker Room Secrets ft. Liquid_Madnezz & cee_ [Kisses] [Spicy] [College] (excerpt?) -- A. POV: YOU'RE the bully?? obnoxious ass opening. also. whatever happened to the navy seals co[pypasta. POV: you crush mad pussy? this i think is the same guy as the dom friend one and dude kinda has writing chops because he paints such a pained but conflicted pairing. i empathize a lil with bro in this. theres whining in this but like, not the sex kind. and there IS moaning. lowkey toxic protagonist!

see u 2morrow for the next ten!

[domofdestruction]

NSFW 18+ blog, (preferred 20+) minors do not interact

Ageless, blank, and minor blogs immediately blocked

-pleasure dom, bratty sub

-not interested in play partners

-short, petite, alternative & an attitude to match

-poly, NB, pan, she/her pronouns for this blog

-main kinks: breeding & pregnancy, dacryphilia, cnc, somno, light intox, brat taming, bratting, orgasm control, sadism, masochism, overstimulation, edging & denial, bondage, voice kink, public play (fantasy only, the public can't consent), fauxcest (NOT age play), corruption & probably a lot more

-hard limits: scat, piss, feederism, permanent mutilation, detrans/misgendering, MAPs, possessiveness/obsession, yandere, age regression/significant age play, diapers, chastity cages, actual incest, pet play beyond nicknames, irl pregnancy, birth, or children, misogyny/patriarchy, hard degradation or humiliation (to be updated as I see things)

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

wet and messy: mommy!hwa hard thoughts

❥yandere park seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: siiiiiiiiiiigh this is a judgement free zone, right ? RIGHT ? i don't judge yall so yall don't judge me, let me just kglrbc(!1dbw— mommy!hwa in bed. i need to get some of this out of my brain until i can finish writing the full chapter or i will go INSANE

Baby Series !

✫彡wordcount: .... 1.4k ... ("wow, i'm fully medicated!")

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: dubcon(stockholm syndrome), pet names, cunnilingus, darcyphilia, overstim, drooling, rough sex, slight exhibitionism(through sound only), embarrassment, praise+dirty talk, squirting, creampie, ...piss kink

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy relationship of any kind. ➯disclaimer2: as i've said before it is VERY important to always keep age regression and age play SEPARATE, and ive also said that seonghwa never touches baby while she's in little space MANY times. baby is not "baby mode" when they are being intimate, and i will never write that. baby is ALWAYS going to be in "adult space" (kkkk i can't think of a better word) when sexual things are happening, even if she acts cutesy and stuff

MINORS DO NOT TOUCH MY BLOG

seonghwa never touches you when you're in little space, he knows better than that. so when you come to him, fully aware of what youre asking for and fully able to consent (as much as you can in your situation) and say you miss his tongue — not even the FBI could pry this man off of you.

he worships the ground you walk on, if you tell him something would please you; he is immediately on it. he was born to please you, to take care of you. and he can't lie — he loves your pussy. he loves it just as much as he loves the rest of you... which is, to say, a crazy amount. an obsessive amount.

he doesn't even realize that he's rock fucking hard and leaking so much pre-cum that it's soaked through his pants. his entire being is focused on making you cum for the first time in months. and then, again. and then, again. until you're crying and yanking at his hair and there's a puddle underneath you of arousal and spit.

seonghwa is a messy eater. he usually likes things nice and tidy, but when it comes to being intimate with you — he likes it as messy as possible. he loves making a filthy, lewd, mess of his precious angel. he's the only one in the world who gets to see you like this, and the thought of that almost makes him cum untouched. he's the only one who gets to clean you up nice and softly, and he loves doing that. cleaning up the mess he made of you ? he's a fucking goner.

after the first time you come to him (and cum on him), you're way less hesitant to do it again because you can't lie to yourself and say he didn't take very good care of you. it's not a rare occurrence by any means, but it isn't everyday either. it's almost always you coming to him, but if he notices that you aren't feeling little; he won't hesitate either.

the way he treats you in bed couldn't be more different than how he treats you day to day. in the practice room, a soft kiss on your cheek. in bed, a breathless kiss to your jaw while he's hammering into you. in the morning time, a soft pat to your head after he does your hair. at night, his hands cupping your drooling, heated face and forcing you to look at him. moving around outside the room, he's carrying you like a precious doll. inside the room, behind the locked door — his fingers are digging into you like if he lets go, you'll disappear.

even when he's gentle with you, he isn't satisfied until he's made you cry from the overwhelming pleasure. he'll grind into you softly and kiss all over your face until he sees those gorgeous tears start welling up, his hips jolting, wanting more; wanting to pound them out of you. but his baby comes first, if you said you wanted gentle then that's what you'll get that day. but gentle doesn't mean he can't still ruin you. he'll do anything he can to delicately coax out all of your messy, adorable juices. drool, tears, cum, pee — he will get it.

more often than not though, he's not just messy. he's rough. he takes it slow at first; just floating at the feeling of your walls gripping him as he thrusts a few times. but after he gives you a kiss and a devilishly innocent smile — he's trying to pound the soul out of your body and take it for himself.

he doesn't give one single flying fuck that the others in the apartment can undoubtedly hear the bed wailing in tandem with you, the slapping of your skin together. why should he ? if you think he would be jealous of them hearing your beautiful cries of pleasure; think again ! you're his, he's yours, and the noises you make just prove how good he's making you feel. they prove that he was made to take care of you in every way that there is. sometimes he's merciful and lets you bury your face in the pillows or bite down on a stuffed animal to try and save yourself some embarrassment when you have to face them later.

other times, though, he'll shove everything away from you and hold your hands so you have no choice but to voice your pleasure loudly. and if he's notices you biting your lip a little too much, trying to muffle yourself — he pouts down at you and slows his thrusts, pulling out slooooow and asking "what's the matter, baby ?" when you open your mouth to answer, he's fully sheathed back inside of you and making you scream. it's no use trying to hide your pretty noises from your mommy, he'll get them out of you.

the first time seonghwa made you squirt, he almost fainted. he loves making a mess with you, of you, inside of you — you just unlocked a whole new world. he always makes sure you're hydrated, so it's not really a surprise that when he's fucking you silly; some of it would come out with one of your many, many orgasms. he aims a little more precisely as time goes on after that; giving you one or two before he starts all but assaulting your g-spot to make you squirt.

the first time you peed yourself — it was totally accidental, at least... on your part, that is. the angle was just so good, the way he had your legs pressed together so tight; his cock was pressing into you so hard from behind that you could feel it poke through your belly and press your skin to the messy blankets. you had warned him. through a loud, embarrassed gasp, "mommy, st-op ! m'gonna pee myself !" and holy good damn did that turn him the fuck on.

he didn't even respond with words. he couldn't form any. the only noise he could manage was a deep, feral, bone vibrating moan that only made your situation worse because he was right in your ear with his carnal sounds. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders tighter and fucked into you harder until you did just that.

that final, defeated, little squeak you let out before the first spurt came out made his ears burn, he wanted it on a loop. you were trying so hard to hold it in, tightening around him like a damn vice but it wasn't enough. spurting with every rough, unashamed thrust he gave until you finally had no choice but to let go. and the relief was like nothing else, especially when your orgasm hit you full force right after.

you were so, so, beyond embarrassed that seonghwa (after cumming his brains out and filling you up) couldn't help but coo and fuss over you even more than usual; giving you all the praise in the world as he slowly rocked his hips into you, the mess of fluids squelching and plastering a smirk onto his blushing face. something about the fact that he could make you feel so good that you lose control of your bladder makes him beyond ecstatic. making you so vulnerable. the warmth of it. so filthy and taboo and it's all for him.

even while seonghwa is giving you earth shattering orgasms and trying to mold your heat to the shape of his cock so that you can never possibly forget him — his words never once stray from sweet and adoring and obsessive.

"that's it's, baby," he'd coo as he slides deeeeeep inside you, "you can take it, there you go~ let mommy fill you up"

"c'mon, pretty girl, you've got one more for me — oh, thereeee you go, baby, there you go," talking you through a parade of mind numbing orgasms all the while he's watching your every move, drinking the sight in

"let me hear you," he'll pout as he laces your fingers together and holds your hands against the mattress so you can't cover your mouth, so you can hide the noise you're making while he fucks you near ruthlessly, "let me hear all those cute nosies"

"look at you, my little star," he'd smile in a way so drastically sweet compared to the way he knocks the air from your lungs with every thrust, "you take mommy's cock so well, i'm so proud~"

and by far his favorite: as he's slowly rubbing your sides and bringing you back down from the clouds, as his eyes are tracing every inch of your body; covered in a sheen of sweat and a mix of fluids between your legs, tearful eyes closed blissfully, his cum leaking from you —

"my pretty baby is so messy, let mommy clean you up"

so wet and messy: all for him, because of him. you're his perfect baby.