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hey babes

1. I FUCKING LOVED THE CHAN IN HEAT ONE SO MUCH ALMOST FUCKING CUMMED

2. can you maybe make more of chan in heat pleaseee (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

haiiii thank you <333

i might! if you have any particular ideas and scenarios in mind, do share with the class hehe

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okay so you know how chris does his little clap in bounce back and he claps to command the kids to move during the met gala? it got me thinking about sound training with chris.

all it takes for you to turn into an obedient toy for him is two little snaps of his fingers or the sound of the clicker he'd bought specifically to train you.

⟡ cw : petplay kinda? yes? sound/clicker training, edging, orgasm denial, dumbification, oral (m rec), thigh riding, masturbation (f), humiliation, not sure if this counts but stuff in public, lil bit of implied skz & reader hehe.

⟡ a/n : this has been marinating in my drafts since dec of last year. please do not look at me.

the first instance with this he would simply snap to command your presence. it was typically a normal thing that happened without question and you'd always go to him.

you'd seen him do it with the boys on occasions and you paid it no mind, though the thought always lingered — seeing him have that much control ignited something in you.

you'd never brought up or even alluded to the idea of it turning you on, and you'd assumed chan was none the wiser but he knew. he'd study your demeanor whenever he did, and he let the idea simmer.

chris starts off slow. he eases you into it, and his favorite way to catch you zoning out thinking of intimacy and sex with him mid conversation is to snap twice. “are you even paying attention?” he'd ask as if he isn't the reason. “what's on my little girl’s mind, hm?”

he sweet talks you, dumbs you down in ways that explicitly turn you on and send you reeling head first into subspace.

the first time he'd snapped his fingers during sex with you, it was to get you on your knees to give him a sloppy blowjob.

then, before you could make him come he ended up commanding you to stop with two snaps. he didn't say anything, he just looked at you sternly, and you obliged, crawling your way up his lap and sitting on his cock.

it became routine after that. he would snap or clap twice to beckon you into the bedroom, and you, like the faithful dog you were, would follow him every time.

he'll make you touch and edge yourself in front of him. it's one of his favorite ways to mess with your little head, making rub your cunt until your legs are shaking and your fingers are starting to cramp.

every time he senses you getting closer, one snap is all it takes to get you to stop, reveling in the way you whine pitifully as your orgasm slips right through your fingers.

“you're so good.” he'd coo, the way you bend and break at his non verbal commands giving him a head-rush and an ego boost.

sometimes he'll sit you on his thigh and let you hump your little brain away, his eyes trained on your messy, needy face and cooing when you go stupid as the material of his jeans hit your clit just right.

chris gets extra mean with you in this state, clutching your cheeks in his face and snapping at you — telling you to focus and tell daddy how good it feels or you won't come.

you'll be beg, whine for him as he pulls your attention in every direction, with small taps to your cheeks and the small bounce of his thigh. as soon as he's got you teetering on the edge of your orgasm, he looks you in the eyes, stern, hand gripping your cheeks and smushing them together.

you beg because you know it's what your daddy wants you to do. two snaps, and suddenly you're gushing atop his lap, hushed praises whispered into the shell of your ear for being such a good pet and coming so hard.

he doesn't purchase a clicker for you until the later stages of his training with you.

chris, naturally the asshole he is, uses this to tease you. when you've passed all the prior stages of his training he'll ease you off of the things he does to normally command you.

instead, he uses the clicker to humiliate you.

let's say you and him are in public. casual date, per usual, and you're both at the mall. you didn't even notice at first, but the first click sends you in a frenzy.

your head whips towards wherever the sound could've come from, and you're dejected when you see nothing in the palm of his hand. “you okay?” he'd ask, pressing the button of the clicker again.

you feel your cunt throb with the second click, but you're so sure you've just made up the sound in your head. “i-i swear i heard something.” you mutter to him, and chris just laughs, leading you through the crowd of folks.

every moment you think you've calmed down from unreasonable horniness, he reaches into his pocket to make that small click, and he smiles so innocently at you, knowing he's been riling you up and keeping you on edge on purpose.

through the weeks he's spent conditioning you to crumble with just the sound of his claps, snaps, and clickers, as every pavlovian response is, it's almost impossible to turn off.

if you're lucky, you get to go to the studio with him and watch him work diligently with fond eyes, but he won't stop clicking that stupid pen in his hand. he won't stop snapping to the beat of the metronome, and you're a flushed wet and whiny mess behind him.

if the boys are in the studio with him and he's getting a little jealous of the way you're giving han too much attention for his liking, he'll send you straight to puppyspace, snapping to call you over and talking to you like the stupid dog he knows you are.

letting everyone know who you belong to and how well he's got you wrapped around his finger. the boys will join in and tease you, much to his delight, and they'll spend time mocking you for suddenly being so stupid and slutty, teary-eyed and sat in your daddy’s lap.

eventually, he wants to work on getting you to come untouched with just his nonverbal commands, and he's not too far from it. he just needs you completely at his mercy.

and to be fair, you're already halfway there.

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and after all this im still horny. the human spirit is unbreakable

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hi!!! Curiosity question about the wolf!chan x reader one shot you have? When his rut happens and the reader can’t do penetrative sex, do you think she ever coaches/talks him through using like a flashlight/sex doll👀👀👀👀???

loved the one shot by the way!!! So refreshing to see smut showing different sides of sex and intimacy!!!

haiii!! thank you so much for reading first of all <33

second of all, of COURSE! i dont think chan would be that much into a doll coz it might feel a lil cheap to him, plus there's his s/o right in front of him to look at! but a fleshlight OR a pussy toy for surrreee

she's always by his side when he's in rut coz it's when he's most vulnerable and she wants to be there to talk him through the whole thing, to calm him down and pet him and call him the good boy he is. and he can't help it yk!! :(( it's like a fever or a flu except horny, he needs to be taken care of just the same, sweet little wolf boyfie

plus, it's for her own pleasure too. it's intimacy and smth they go through together as a couple, even if there's not any direct seggsy action involving her body. depending on the day and how they both feel, they just come up with ways to have a good time that suits both <33

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"you're evil, baby"

wolf hybrid!chan x human!reader  warnings: pillow humping, oral (f!rec), slight humiliation if you squint, chan is in rut and needs to mate real bad, reader is a little mean but she loves him, it's not their first rodeo. also like one usage of y/n

sometimes you’re just not in the mood for penetration, and that’s okay. 

the timing this week wasn’t in your and chan’s favor though, and his primal wolf heritage has kicked in at the most inconvenient moment. but you can’t just deny your good boy his relief, can you?

“fuck, p-please, ynnie, it hurts..-” chan whines as he’s grinding against the mattress through his grey sweatpants, an exposing wet spot already obscenely visible on the fabric. you gently pet his curly, grown out hair and slightly tug at the roots, scratching the skin of his head with your fingernails and massaging it for some sort of comfort. 

“i know, baby, c’mere, let’s get you situated,” you coo with compassion, making a very loosely resembling hole out of a few pillows for chan to hump. he glances at you in almost disbelief, clearly wanting, craving more, but you encourage him with a nod, and he complies, though not without a very obvious sigh. 

“i’ll be right here, channie, i’m right here,” you reassure him as you scoot closer and tug at his pants to lower them down to his knees.

oh, he looks desperate, with his crazy wagging tail that now knows no rest, sweeping left and right out of overflowing excitement while the triangle fluffy ears are pressed down to the crown of his head, all tensed up and indicating obedience. 

it’s not your first time together when chan goes into rut, but it’s still a bit of a mindfuck to see this change happen. you can tell the exact moment his half wolf dna completely takes over and turns his brain off like a switch. poof, and your scary confident alpha wolf of a boyfriend is gone, replaced with a brainless little doggo who just wants to play and mate. and despite chan’s fit and buff body, his entire frame now looks almost tiny in front of you as he nuzzles his face into your palm and drools onto your skin a little. 

“aigoo, do you really want it that badly, wolfie?” you ponder out loud while scratching between chan’s ears and watching his tongue loll out of his mouth, little drops of saliva leaving stains on the bed sheets. you notice chan’s breathing become more erratic, heavy, he’s basically panting at this point, his gaze all hazy and unfocused as if he’s looking through you, not at you. 

“c’mon, baby, be a good boy and hump. you want your release, don’t you? it’s the best you can get, so be good and use it,” you take the long wavy strands of hair away from his forehead and make sure to look chan right in the eyes, checking if he’s grasping the meaning of words at all at this point. as you’re looking over his features, so fucked out already, you may add — you can’t resist putting your thumb into his mouth, pressing on his tongue and softly caressing the surface. his sticking out canine fangs are sharper than normal, and you almost yelp when he locks his jaw and gives your hand a hungry bite. 

“ouch! channie...-” you wince and pull away with a hiss. chan looks at you with his watery boba eyes, guilty. he didn’t mean it, he just can’t control his strength well right now. 

it’s okay. you know everything feels heightened for him, and his own body is foreign, disorienting him with too many new intense feelings and needs to focus on. 

chan howls weakly, but you pet his head for reassurance, calming him down and kissing his hair. and while rubbing your nose against it, you can’t help but notice chan’s smell has also changed, more musky and sweet. heavier and deeper too, sweat and arousal mixed with skin pheromones to attract a mate. it’s definitely working. 

“you can have a little taste, if you want,” you murmur softly, watching him hump his little pillow nest restlessly like a good, good boy. he deserves a treat for being so good, you decide. 

positioning yourself in front of chan, so that he doesn’t have to move much and ruin the pillow mountain, you spread your legs and pull your underwear to the side, not bothering to even take it off fully. 

he whimpers at the view as if he’s in pain, and you tut and point your finger in front of his nose, making him cross his eyes to stare right at it. 

“no fucking, just lick,” you warn, foreseeing wolf’s intentions to put his entire, longer than human tongue all the way up your cunt. he nods frantically and, you think, mindlessly, too, but you let him get closer anyways. 

chan’s drooling, a lot. and his thick saliva drips onto your stomach and thighs, marking you up with chan’s scent and making you just as filthy in a matter of seconds. 

as soon as his soft slippery tongue laps at your folds, you sigh in contentment, relaxing into the warmth of his mouth and allowing him to properly eat you. he’s not as intricate with it as usual, though, resembling a dog a lot more and sticking to primitive wide licks and simple patterns. it still makes your clit tingle nonetheless. you don’t really want to cum, either. just indulging yourself in the process and to channie’s greed feels just as nice.

time stops to exist for a while, and you genuinely lose track of how long you’ve been lying like this, legs wide open and watching your boyfriend feverishly fuck his leaking cock into the pillows. judging by the pool of saliva and wetness underneath you, it’s been a minute. though, chan shows no signs of fatigue — his stamina got boosted by the hormone surge, as well. 

it’s not really enough for him to properly satisfy his urges, you both know it. he needs to knot. he needs to mate, probably for hours, too, which you barely handle even when you do indulge him in penetration. chan’s okay with it too, he knows he can’t just demand to be his fucktoy any time his body wakes up to his animal genes, and those compromises tend to satiate both of you enough to get through the day. “let me help, baby, come closer.”

chan’s eyes shoot up to you sharply, and his ears perk up all ready and attentive, a clear sign of him getting closer to his release. 

the pillows are a wet and, truthfully, crumpled ruined mess at this point. probably unusable and to be discarded, shape completely lost and fabric soaked and sticky from chan’s leaky precum.

“let me jerk you off,” you wrap your palm around his heavy, dark red canine cock, and start to pump with the same pace he was humping, already feeling his knot tighten up at the base of his length. what a shame it’s in vain this time. you don’t close your legs nor really change the way you were sitting, still exposed with your licked up pussy on full display for chan to enjoy while you’re working his dick to relief. you like it when he stares. 

“hands behind your back, wolfie, and don’t move your hips. if you buck into my fist, i stop,” another warning leaves your lips, and you know you’re being mean, but judging by how chan’s cock pulsates and jumps up in your hand, hard as a fucking rock, you assume he kinda likes being bossed around like that, too.

he does as he's told.

chan’s pretty eyebrows are furrowed into the neediest expression you’ve seen on him so far, so you don’t dare to tease any longer. you squeeze his burning hot flesh and begin to move your fist, sloppy and fast, so fast your arm cramps at some point, but you know that’s how chan likes it, and more importantly, how he needs it right now.

thick ropes of cum shoot right into your hand as chan finishes with a loud howl, arching his back while his entire body shakes and trembles, finally letting go of the pent up need. the sweat on chan’s silky skin has formed into cute glassy beads, and his curls have got even more of a swirl because of that wetness at the nape of his neck and near his temples. 

“you’re evil, baby,” he mutters finally, after all this time of staying non-verbal.

"and you're horny," you giggle quietly as you kiss at chan’s mouth, feeling his fangs with your lips and humming a calming tune to slowly ground him back into reality. 

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a little trust?

escape!chan x reader warnings: toxic romance, unprotected piv, kinda dubcon/free use if u squint?, reader almost getting SAd (not by chan), generally morally grey lifestyle, they've never been to therapy ok

i can't let you go, 'cause the world's 'bout to break just follow me, i'll lead, night and day i'll take all this pain, can you promise me to give me all of you every day?

"chris, are you sure it's a good idea? coz i really don't...-," you whisper — hiss almost — anxiously scanning your surroundings because he asked you to be the lookout while he does all the dirty work. not the worst position in comparison to chan's but you're still getting irritated by how close you both are to getting caught. 

he's stealing you a motorcycle. 

objectively, you both need it to move around freely, and it's much better than a car, too. it's faster and much easier to hide in more compact places, the type you two are mostly staying at, having no luxury to park just wherever and put yourselves on display like that. 

"a little fucking trust would be helpful, sugarcheeks." chris spits out and hisses back as he's tampering with bike's ignition system to start it without a key. you glance at the way his skillful fingers are doing the hotwiring to get the damned engine to work, and the image alone sends a hot shiver down your spine. you can feel the nape of your neck almost burn at the conflict: the adrenaline and cortisol are making you all jumpy and on edge, but the ticklish shameful arousal still crawls its way right under your skin. 

of course, you trust chris. you trust him with your life, because he was the one who saved it more than a few times. 

leading this on-the-run lifestyle on your own was a big mistake you'd once made, and chris helped you fix it by taking you in, by interfering when two corrupt vile police officers tried to take advantage of you after catching you steal groceries from a gas station store. sure, you'd broken the law but you for sure did not deserve to be cornered and outnumbered by two men of power with sickly intentions. 

chan didn't have to give you shelter, didn't have to teach you how to fend for yourself, how to fix tech and how to use a knife; how to protect yourself and fight. but he still did, and for that you cannot leave his side, not ever. 

"c'mon, fast." chris commands as the wires finally warm up to a spark and get the engine running. you rush and hop onto the bike behind chan, encircling his waist and finding comfort in the position, holding onto him for safety but also completely self-indulgently enjoying his warmth. heat, rather. he's as hot as a portable radiator which helps a lot when the temperature drops to a negative, just like right now.

you can tell by chan's tense muscles that he's just as worked up and annoyed as you are. the whole affair wasn't supposed to last this long, and he was losing his patience by the end of it entirely. you hear violent clashing noises and raging shouting right behind your back, and you assume it to be the owner of the motorcycle. hiding your face in chris's coat, you pray the owner doesn't have a gun or a rifle. most people in the area do. 

chris is an experienced driver and an even more experienced criminal, so you lose the man in a matter of seconds by zigzagging your way through the road and sneaking into the woods for a more discreet route. 

when you safely get to your shelter at some abandonded industrial site, the feeling of relief doesn't really follow. the air is thick with chan's stress, and it's almost like the little clouds of steam leaving his mouth and nose are also poisoned with his pent up tension and anger. 

"gosh, that fuckass bike is as old as my grandma, no wonder it took forever," chan scowls as he tries to catch his breath.

you've lived so closely for so long that you almost immediately pick up on his moods, you can always tell when he's fighting with himself to not take his frustrations out on you and get mean just because you're what's closest.

for that, you two have figured out a way that suits both of you, though.

"c'mere, baby. i need you, please," chan demands through deep breaths that are clearly not working to calm him down.

you could have been shot now. you could have gotten into an ugly dirty fight. you could have not made it last minute, all because of stupid fucking wires that didn't want to comply. 

all of those gone wrong scenarios are racing inside his mind like trapped screeching insects, and chan goes into that sensitive zone of needing both comfort and release. it's a big responsibility he had put on himself, and while he doesn't mind leading, sometimes it's all just too much. the ice way too thin which, granted, comes with the lifestyle.

"c'mere, sugar, i need your sweet little cunt right about now," chris is losing his patience again, it's easy to tell by the way his gaze darkens and tone becomes dangerously quiet, too calm and collected for the palpable burning frustration that clouds his aura.

he grabs at your waist to pull you closer but you protest slightly, only to murmur a surprised little: "you wanna do it outsi-..." chris doesn't let you finish, though, and covers your mouth with his wide warm palm, pressing it nice and snug so the only sounds you can make are muffled moans.

chan quickly maneuvers you to the nearest wall and crowds you with his body while shaking his head as if in slight disappointment.

"no, no, baby, you don't talk now, you just take what i give you, yeah?" he coos and frowns, making his way to your jeans with his free hand to undo them and feel your warm pussy under the fabric. that alone does wonders for his mental state, a weird and, maybe, slightly twisted way to calm the nerves. his fingers play with your gentle folds, press and rub, explore and caress. he pets you all for his own pleasure, not yours, so he doesn't pay that much attention to the clit, not really. he is a little mean.

unbuckling his belt with a loud clunk, chris takes himself out and presses against the skin of your abdomen while his eyes remain on your face all along. chan enjoys watching you when he uses you.

you feel him hot and heavy against your bare skin, the tip a little wet and leaky, angry red and so, so pretty. his cock is pretty, and even though you can't see it now, you've seen it enough times to remember vividly. chan is a well built man, and his length has never given you anything but a wonderful time.

"be good, yeah? and be quiet." he whispers as he pulls your underwear lower, lazy but enough to have all the access he needs. you nod and then wince a little, when you feel his tip stretching your unprepped entrance. that's exactly how chris likes it when he's mad, he wants it to hurt a little because he needs that sacrifice in exchange for how much he takes on himself.

it's not that he loves to see you in pain, not at all. in fact, he'll make sure you're left satisfied and enjoy the fuck just as much as he does. but that little sting, that little burning sensation that he knows you get when he forces himself inside. that — he cannot resist. 

"i know, shh, just a second, baby, it'll pass, just relax for me" he purrs right into your ear where you're weak and sensitive, as he pushes in deeper to his full length. your walls squeeze him and pulse helplessly in response.

the warmth of chan's skin and his breath, his familiar heavy smell, all this lulls you further into giving in, into giving chris what he asks of you to make him feel better. you don't mind.

he starts slowly, having mercy on your poor little hole, but your stomach is still tense at the intrusion and the feeling of being stuffed full. full with chris.

you don't have to do any work, really. not like you could if you tried to, either. chan has you pinned against that wall securely enough to control your entire body, holding you down with his hands and thrusting into you at a pace that doesn't allow to be focused on anything other than him. your eyes are locked, and he almost growls when your insides invite him to move faster, letting him in and submitting fully, all nice, warm and relaxed, wet and slippery just for him to enjoy and indulge.

he has taken you in. he has taken your virginity. he has taken your heart. he is taking your cunt.

your mind is all fuzzy and quiet, completely lost in that feverish, almost primal fucking. rushed, filthy, fully clothed but still mind numbingly intimate because chan needs you. he needs the comfort of your body, he needs to feel in control, he needs to have his release.

it follows quickly. no teasing, no holding off, he's not his usual sensual attentive self. chan fills you up to the point of making a sticky mess on the insides of your thighs and grunts at how the orgasm feels almost painful, too fast, too forced and too intense.

he nuzzles into your neck as he's coming down from his high, still pushing into you with sloppy uncoordinated thrusts, overstimulating both of you till the last drop of cum leaves his slit. your mind is mush, so is your body, all limp and compliant.

"gosh, pussy so good, baby, so good f'me," chris mutters under his breath, finally taking his hand away from your mouth and allowing you to gasp for oxygen before you pass out.

"i'll clean you up, sugar, stay with me, yeah?" he adds as he sweeps you off your feet and carries you inside your little shelter where it's warm and safe, where he'll help you with a towel and make you a hot filling dinner.

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