#😶‍🌫️ anon

[smileysuh]

I fucking love frat fics, cause it gives me that same reality check of like yeah they’re hot shit and popular (cause they’re idols) but they’re still the same loveable idiots who would host a podcast at obscure times of the day even though their schedules are filled.

Tbh as someone who never plans to have kids (just like out of preference) I also love fics with kids in them. That Johnny bear fic had me clutching my pearls in all formats haha

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omg we're twinning on our love for frat fics! You're so right, you can do so much with hot as shit, popular non idol au's, frat's give them such a wide range to be as stupid as they want to be- I swear, over half of my word count for nct is frat fics HAHA- omg... a podcast fic would be so good 👀

i love that you know yourself enough to know you have a preference for no kids but can still enjoy kids in fics! there's nothing sexier than a hot man with a kid he takes care of... in a fic where you don't have to deal with any of the negatives of having a real child LOL Big Bear & Bee John has a special place in my heart too- that man is an UNCLE

[lesbian-smart-water]

Ask: (sent to me on discord and i couldn’t find the original ☹️) how does subby wands respond to you cumming inside of her without warning?

first of all, if she hasn’t cum already, she immediately does. she loves feeling so full of you, and whether you meant to or not, she can’t get enough. anything to make her feel less in control and more of a flesh light for you

[steaksex]

to confess to a priest and have have him press me down and do everything in I confessed in fantasies to me because he's 'purging my sin away' until he gets so worked up that he just doesn't stop fucking into me and starts calling me names and tells me how he's my God now (i am delusional and need to jerk off)

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Can you imagine sitting there confessing your sinful thoughts and you hear a bit of fabric shuffling? Just a little heavy breathing, a little stutter when he says to keep going. When yoire done confessing he says your punishment is to enact the disgusting acts described. Fucking you and calling you a whore, telling you to pray to Him because even god wont accept you now in his infinite mercy, make you cum over and over (he says its to punish you for your lust, but really its because he gets off on seeing you cry and stutter your hips)

[depraved-gf]

"Well? What are you waiting for?" You hear him say behind you, sternly. "What..?" You softly reply, as you lay sideways on the bed. The cold of the handcuffs becoming familiar to your skin. You hear a clank, something metallic against wood; as he exhales with a sigh beneath his breath. "You like smoke, right? So get up, and come here. Inhale this... Now."

You struggle to get up but manage to tumble on the bed and can easily get up once you find a comfortable position on the edge of the bed. You freeze in place once you see him. Sitting lazily in one of the two padded chairs in the room. A joint that almost resembles a cigarette in one hand, a gun in the other. He raises an eyebrow. "Oh, this." He smirks. Aiming the gun at you.

Your heartbeat races. "Gotta keep you in line." He takes a drag from his joint, looking at you. "What are you waiting for?" He asks, smoke effortlessly escaping his mouth as he speaks. You hear a very clear click as he removes the safety of the gun. You take two hesitant steps toward him. When he straightens himself in the chair and points the gun at you again.

"Nuh, uh." You hear him say, as you stop in your tracks. He makes a circular motion with the tip of the gun. "At least give me a twirl..." He commands. You spin where you stand and then keep walking towards him. As you reach him, he slides the gun between your legs. Guiding it across your inner thigh, until it stops directly on your pussy, you can feel it through the fabric of your panties. You feel yourself twitch under the cold hard touch of the gun.

You stand frozen. "Bring your lips close to mine, Princess." He says as he smacks your cunt softly with the gun, making you twitch. Obediently in fear, you lean into him. And he uses his other hand to stop you, a few inches away from his face. "You have to inhale long, slow, and deep when you see the smoke coming out." He orders, as he brings the joint to his lips and takes a good drag from it. You can hear the joint crackling as he inhales.

He looks intently into your eyes as he does. Finally, he moves his hand away from his lips. He places the tip of his gun under your chin and uses it to guide your face closer to his. Once your lips are about one inch away from each other's faces; he partly opens his mouth letting smoke slowly start to escape. You feel the gun press into your chin. You start to inhale, filling your lungs with the smoke.

A string of smoke flows from his mouth to yours, carrying the scent of his joint into your nose as well. It makes your throat itch, but fear doesn't let you stop inhaling. You are scared to death, of finding out what happens if you do. You feel relieved as you notice the flow of the smoke start to decrease. Your lungs feel almost full. You can feel your brain start to go fussy. Your eyes get teary, blurring the room around you.

The itching in your throat gets unbearable. Without warning, you start coughing, smoke coming out of your mouth. He chuckles, using the tip of the gun to push your face away from him. You feel his hand grip your arm, guiding you a few steps through the room until the back of your legs touch the edge of the bed. And you fall backward. He doesn't let go and helps you stay sitting at the edge of the bed. "Compose yourself. Didn't you like smoking?" He says in a stern voice.

You nod, trying to breathe normally. Feeling your lungs and throat itching lessen. With your eyes closed, you feel him walk away from you and hear him drag his chair back, placing it in front of you. "Quick. I don't have your time." He claims. You open your teary eyes and look at him, a bit hazy. Your sight clears up after each blink. Suddenly, you feel a warm wave rush across your body. Slight pleasure accompanies this sensation, and you twitch between your legs. That's the weed working on you. And it's like he knows.

"I've set a timer on my watch. You must cum before IT goes off." His voice sounds deadly serious. He taps his watch on the gun. You get what he means. Sending you into a panic, as a shiver runs down your spine. "No moving, or finding somewhere else to rub on. There. Now." He orders. "How much time do I have?" You ask as you start rocking your hips in place, trying to get your clit to touch the mattress.

"Oh, you'll find out." He answers, sending you further into panic. You start moving frantically, jumping up and down, grinding your hips back and forth, desperately trying to find something that makes you feel a bit of pleasure. Knowing that if you didn't get it now, bad things could happen. Your wrists hurt from the cuffs. He chuckles, "Pathetic."

"Please! I can't cum like this. You know it!" You plead, pouting a little in frustration. He takes another drag, holding the smoke in, apparently ignoring you. His foot taps the floor beneath him a few times. "Fine." He says, a small amount of smoke escaping his mouth. He stands up and rushes over to you. He smacks the tip of the gun on your left thigh, signaling you to spread your legs open.

You do as instructed and spread your legs. He places the tip of the gun between your legs, with the tip aiming down at an angle. Brushing your pussy. You bring your hips closer to the gun, trying to have as much of it as possible touching you. He exhales a bit of smoke. He slaps your left cheek with his free hand. You can hear his watch rattling as he slaps you. It catches you completely off guard.

"What did I say about the smoke? You are wasting it. I shouldn't have to say things twice." He says angrily. You hastily start inhaling, feeling a warm fuzzy feeling in your lungs. He presses the gun deeper against you. And lifts an eyebrow. Understanding, you start rutting into the gun. Grinding into it. He looks at you like a wolf stalks his prey.

"Tick, tock." He mumbles. With the THC in your system playing its part; your skin tingles, and grinding on the gun feels all too good for you. You can literally feel the increase in blood flow to your pelvis. "Jesus, how long does it take you to cum? I think time is almost up. You better cum, soon." He commands.

You hump as hard as you can, feeling your clit brush against the now-warm metal of the gun. Clearly feeling your wetness around it, the fabric of your panties sticking to your skin. Your little hands trying to grip your ass, clawing at your skin to feel something else. The need for more touch and more pleasure is unbearable.

He grabs a fistful of your hair with no warning. "I SAID CUM NOW!" He pulls your hair towards your ass, yanking it; forcing your head back, and making you look at him. That, mixed with the rolling of your hips, and rubbing your cunt on the gun is exactly what you need to go off the edge. You scream out in pleasure, but can still hear his watch go off, beeping so loud it's almost painful.

Your pelvic area explodes with euphoria and warmth. You are positive you just covered the gun with your cum. Your legs fight back muscle spasms, making your whole body shudder. Your moans become loud and irregular. Your whole body cums. He pulls the gun from between your legs, and with one swift movement places the tip of the gun to your chin and pulls the trigger. *CLANK*

Your eyes grow wide and you breathe shallowly, panting and still gasping for air. Nothing happens. Tears escape your eyes and fall down your cheeks. He tosses the gun aside. And grabs your face, placing his hands on your cheeks. Crushing your tears with his hands. "Literally, saved by the bell..." He says as he looks into your eyes.

"I guess you were a good little slut after all." He says as he places both of his hands around your neck, Pushing you down onto the mattress, making you feel the wet spot you left with your legs. You are still looking up at him, too shocked to move, still rattled by the orgasm. He leans over you, kissing your lips savagely, desperately. You close your eyes for just a moment longer than a blink, as your wrists fight the cuffs holding them.

You moan into his mouth. Overpowered. He pushes you back, and you fall onto the bed. Panting. He grabs the gun from the mattress, and you hear him pace calmly back to his chair. He proceeds to sit back down on the chair, inhaling deeply. "You did good." He pauses. "Tho I'm not satisfied. I want another one." He orders. "Maybe this time, I'll let your hands lose." Silence. "What are you waiting for? Get started." He barks.

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This is not the story I was talking about, but one I recently wrote. hehe

CLOUD. Oh my GODDD. I usually wait to answer asks at least 1 day a week but this couldn't waittt omfg 😵‍💫

Uhm. I'm speechless. And absolutely dripping at work. Typically I can respond how I would in the story but I just wanna let this be its own thing for my other lil subbies to enjoy. The way you have every bit of the shit I'm into in here 👀👀 jfc I NEED MOREEE. ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉᵉᵉ

You continue to elude me. Now I'm getting v v curious 🤔

[hotchs-big-hands]

Yk, a lot of the people that post here seem to be in a medical field like @criminalskies @slutforsilverfoxes and I'm pretty sure I follow a few more who are in the medical field in some way

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Yeauhhhhh lots of big brained ppl around here !!

[yelenasdiary]

Wandanat have a chokehold on me

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I’ve actually been having some WandaNat thoughts over the last few days 🙈

[junipers-insects]

urrrRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGH AHAHAHAHHAHHHHH YDGIANIDKIIBTCBOLISLYLIBI GRRRRR WADDOIDO DILYLIBIODITYTGLUEEEEEADUMPSTERAROACHAPASDAD IDKKKKK RRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH sorry i needed to yell

-😶‍🌫️ anon

Yeah okay I get it

This is a safe space to yell

[queenie-the-court-jester]

How would the yanderes react to male reader age regress to a kid?

-anon😶‍🌫️

i don't do age regression, sorry anon :(

But I could make a story with a childlike/immature/innocent gn reader?

[feathergil]

Do you like audio dramas at all?

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ARE THOSE LIKE. MAGNUS ARCHIVES AND STUFF

[forselm]

idk but i’ve been rlly thinking about sitting on allen’s lap and having to hang on to something because you can feel ALL of him through your skirt…members asking you if you were okay but nah HAHAHAHAAHAHAH

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nah coz imagine you're out with the members and allen and you sit on his lap but its short enough that it doesn't just rile you up but allen as well. the grip of his hands on your waist tightens slightly but only the both of you know. allen would probably whisper into your ear about how delectable you look in that fit and how he absolutely can't wait to go back home and fuck the living daylights out of you. perhaps he'd even tease you about playing with you in public in front of the members which then causes your face to go red...and with panicked hand movements, you deny that something is up when the members ask if you're okay.

[v3nusxsky]

Happy birthday 🤍 🥳

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Thank you lovely♥️

[smileysuh]

I dunno if it’s just me but I have a love hate relationship with ghost/spirit fics cause I love the concept but hate the thought of the reality you know? Ghost voyeur hyuck? Hot. Dead hyuck? Not so hot.

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Have you ever thought of writing spirit fics, but more in the realm of like disconnected soul style? Like the spirit haunts the area of where the incident happened of like their home but the body is in a coma in the hospital? I dunno I’d love the happy ending of like the witch sending the spirit back instead of dwelling on the thought of one of my favourites idols demise. I’m just curious about your opinion 🤔

no, you're so real for this- I've written two ghost fics now and they both feel very bittersweet, in all honesty, I don't think I'll do another ghost fic for a long time- I generally stay away from angst, many of my fics are crack/frat fics because I like to keep things light-hearted, ghost fics are definitely a different realm for me haha

I think for Ghost House, it was important that Hyuck had been deceased for 20 years, he was depraved and a near virgin, lol, the longing for having someone to share the house with after years of scaring people out that he didn't deem worthy was one of the plot points so I couldn't achieve that with a lost spirit type situation with a real body in a hospital somewhere

but it's an interesting idea! Like I said, likely no more ghost fics in the near future, but a lost spirit with an in tact body could be something I'll consider :)

[ellabsprincess]

talking about some people who used to interact with u going missing what happened to star, and some other person I forgot the name of😶‍🌫️

⭐️has revealed themselves just on their account so when they pop in they don’t really use anon anymore!! and i think you might be thinking of 5’11 anon who is missed dearly :(( also welcome back 😶‍🌫️ anon!!!

[steaksex]

i thought abt it more and now im thinking about having a drinking game with a homie and then we end up wrestling and i dont realise how desperate i am under im pinned snugly under them and i beg them to let me and they jus press on me and say I'll be fine until i wet myself and im sniffling but they're patting my head and calling me such a good boy

or constantly offering a friend a drink until their bladder is full and they're squirming but i keep distracting them and pulling them away every time they try to the bathroom until they can barely walk and they're quietly whining with a small wet spot on their pants before i finally let them go

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I can play the role of both <3 would be fun to pin someone down, knee on their stomach and pressing down ever so slowly untim they admit they need to use the bathroom. Whether i let them go depends on how nice im feelin and how well they beg.

But man im also so easily distracted! I could probably get so caught up in doing something else that i genuinely forget and its too late, and i piss myself right where i stand, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut

[depraved-gf]

I'm fighting the need to come off anon and send you dirty messages on this things IM system. So bad. Need... Fuck. 😶‍🌫️

Ooooh there he is, hi babydollll

Dooo you have the option to DM? If ya do that means you're a moot 👀👀 or you've msg'd me before I turned them off

hhhhmmmm r u rly gonna do it or nah 🤔

[hotchs-big-hands]

I'm curious. I just saw the talk about doms needing to be taken care of too and i definitely agree.

But how does one do that? Like what does it include?

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Okay okay so,

A dominant person shouldn't have to constantly be in dominant mode, whether that be in the bedroom or otherwise. Like they have needs just as much as a submissive person! That means words of affirmation, doing things for them and ofc touch.

Like, they deserve to be vulnerable and to be taken care of just as much as submissive ppl. Esp if we take into account let's say they are a dom who does a lot of things like spanking/are rough/take control of your pleasure etc etc etc. that is gonna weigh in on their mind over time, cuz it does take a lot to do those things. They need reassurance that they are doing okay, that it's okay they took care of YOUR needs like that so that they don't end up feeling like they are doing smth wrong.

Basically just communicate with them. Tell them it's okay to let loose and not have to be in constant dominant mode. This doesn't make them submissive, you're just making sure they know they are loved and supported. And also aftercare is for the dominant person just as much as the submissive person as well, in which you'd do stuff like the above mentioned.

Cuddle them, pleasure them softly (like the bathtub pic that started this as an example), attend to their emotional needs, comfort them, make them smile, laugh etc. Anything you'd want them to do for you do the same for them. They are human, they have feelings. Communication is what keeps ppl going.

I ofc don't have all the answers, it's best to also do your own research and kinda just think abt if you were in that position what would you want, yknow?