#anton posting

[prissyprince]

Made my ancient Roman senator turned Ventrue, in BG3, cause if I'm totally honest, I can't art good enough to share without anxiety. dfgf But also, seeing everyone and their awesome OCs made me wanna start sharing some of mine. v_v

His story is under the cut.

Warnings: implied abuse and mention of alcohol.

This asshole, currently known as Anton Leunis, was known as Antonius Junius Cruscellio during the tail end of the Roman Empire, and before that, he was a young man from somewhere in West Asia that got sold to a Roman General. The General was quick to tire of him and Antonius joined the army over twenty years, spending most of his time in Persia, before returning to Rome and quickly cosying up to the mother of two of his much more affluent lost comrades, who he had befriended. (read: studied with cold calculated malice.)

He was officially 'adopted' and given an extremely rare privilege of assuming a Patrician's name after worming his way into the family's home and their wealth, all but assuming the role of a new family patriarch, after an already widowed mother of the house lost both of her sons who had served with Antonius, and had petitioned the senate to elevate Antonius' status.

Since then, Antonius spent a lot of time and a considerable amount of his newfound wealth to establish himself in the turbulent politics of Rome, first, as a ruthless Censor, and eventually, as a Senator.

He was nearing his fifties and in failing health (look, man LOVED his wine) when his soon-to-be sire plucked him from a late night revelry, and promised him good health and many more years of prosperity in return for his service, much to (a very drunk) Antonius' amusement. Antonius agreed to the terms, thinking the man was messing with him, and uh, the man was in fact, not messing with him, and wanted 1. a powerful ally for his own schemes. 2. a good teacher for a bunch of whelps he planned to use for said schemes, as well as a tutor for his heir.

Antonius could not keep his office given his newfound condition, but he still had his connections and his wealth, so he wasn't one to complain. As a retired man that had served in the army and in the senate, he was still highly respected and feared, and he spent another decade in Rome, before finally vanishing.

He spent some centuries napping here and there as he grew older and eventually, he also could no longer satisfy himself with the blood of the kine, siring multiple bloodbags for himself every once in a while. (He tends to burn through them. : ) )

Anton never really had that vampire angst. He was pleased to get an extension on his life and he never had qualms about using or hurting people for his own ends; taking their blood was not something he had to come to terms with. He had spilled plenty of it over the years, as a soldier and a politician.

He comes off cold but respectable. He will allow a scholar to browse his extensive libraries, if they ask politely and conduct themselves properly, and he is a gracious host. He has many contacts all over the world and quite a collection of supernatural trinkets, books, and weaponry, amassed over the centuries. But beyond the façade, he is a cutthroat bastard. You cannot fix him. You cannot reason with him once he has made a decision. And he is very hard to kill due to his age and some crimes against nature he has committed a bunch of times. But he is also a privileged Roman man in the depths of his cold dead heart and it's VERY easy to hurt his ego and to make him stop thinking rationally if you manage to do that.

[n0isy-gh0st]

Chigurh is “evil boots”. Prior is “kinky boots.” No I won’t elaborate

[evnseokz]

{ ✎ accidentally sending you a nude - riize }

pairing: riize x reader

warnings: suggestive content, mostly just silliness, mentions of nudes, and dicks, mention of trump due to tiktok reference (link here), gypsy rose reference too (sorry yall 😭😭)

authors note: first time ever doing one of these so i hope i did okay 😭 tried to make it super silly so i hope you guys enjoy!!

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[melobin]

cockwarming with riize ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

minors dni. @cupidslovearrows hehe enjoy <3

shotaro

shotaro can handle cockwarming, but he doesn’t necessarily like it. he has to be in the mood for it and the majority of the time he isn’t. he likes to be able to move when he’s inside of you, wants to be able to fuck you instead of sitting still. there are the rare occasions he likes it and those tend to be after sex, especially when he’s had a more tiring, draining day. the thought of curling up with you, fucking you slowly whilst making out and then falling asleep being stuffed inside of you is a dream to him. plus, you both wake up needing one another again after so the thinks that’s an added bonus. if you tried to tease him with it, he’d entertain you for a while. letting you play with him until he cannot do it anymore, wouldn’t be afraid to beg quietly in your ear, sweet talking you in a whiny voice about how good you feel when you’re sucking in his cock and how hard you make him cum. knows exactly what to say to you to get you to ride him the way he wants.

eunseok

eunseok would be horrible, to you at least. he has the self restraint to sit with you on his cock for hours, and he’ll do so until you break and beg for him to fuck too. cockwarming isn’t a gentle nor comforting thing with eunseok, it’s borderline a punishment. he just wants to see how long you can last with him stuffed inside of you, stilled. it doesn’t stop when you beg for him to fuck you either, he won’t touch you properly until he’s taunted you. needs to tease you about being so desperate that you have to beg for him to fuck you, so cock hungry that all you can think about is being used by him and filled with him cum. makes sure to say it all lowly in your ear whilst holding you down on his cock, maybe sneaking a hand down to rub slow circles on your clit whilst he does so. makes you fuck yourself on his cock after since you were so needy for it.

sungchan

sungchan cannot handle it at all. he tries, he really does try, but he can’t. whether it’s before or after sex, just the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around his cock turns him on far too much for him to be able to simply just sit still. if it’s you teasing him, he ends up whining into your neck about how and he needs you to move, needs to feel you fucking yourself on his cock more than anything and he wouldn’t be afraid of begging for it. whines when you tease him about not being able to last too, he’s too sensitive about it. if it’s him teasing you, it won’t last more than thirty seconds even if he’s trying his hardest. he’s just so obsessed with how you feel wrapped around him that he needs to fuck you, ends up fucking you with his head buried in your neck and his fingers gripping the sheets beside your head. usually ends up cumming more than one during those nights too.

wonbin

wonbin is a hit or miss, mainly a miss. whilst he can last, he cannot last long. he tries his hardest but he fails, his will power is not strong enough to deal with you being still whilst hugging his cock. it gets worse if you move at all, any sudden movement has his hands digging into your waist and his heart rate picking up. he’d be letting out shaky breaths whilst he tries to calm himself down but ultimately it fails, would end up fucking you on his cock whilst basking in the way your cunt sobs around his cock. those would be the nights where he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from completely ruining you, just needs to hear you crying out again and again about how good he makes you. if you were to cockwarm him, then he’d be a complete wreck. any form of eye contact would ruin him, if you kissed him then he’d end up whimpering into the kiss, begging quietly with little pleads for you to do something, anything. gets so sweet and thankful when you do, whimpering about how good you feel whilst you milk him with your cunt.

seunghan

seunghan actually adores cockwarming, it’s one of his favourite things to do with you. he’s quite good at separating cockwarming from sex and he often sees it as an act of comfort rather than an act of pleasure or teasing. he just thinks there’s nothing more comforting than laying with you, being able to feel each and every inch of you, inside and out. wants your bare body pressed against his, with your hands on his skin and his cock pressed deep inside of you. despite the comfort of it, he does find it incredibly endearing if you do end up getting needy from it and he’s always happy to fuck you. thrusting slowly up into you whilst keeping you pressed against him and whispering sweet things to you. he’ll want to continue cockwarming after you’ve had sex, just can’t bare to not feel you wrapped around him.

sohee

sohee is a wreck from start to finish. to him, cockwarming is a punishment he absolutely doesn’t want to receive. he likes to think he’s a well mannered, put together man but cockwarming changes all of that. he just can’t do it, the moment he sinks into your heat all he wants to do is pull out and sink back in over and over again, the idea of pushing into you and not moving bothers him deeply. he’s tried it with you before, purely out of curiosity, and he hated it. he blames you, your cunt is just far too tempting for him to be able to keep still when inside of you. it’s just so wet and warm and inviting that he needs to be able to fuck you as soon as he’s pushing into you and he just cannot stay still. his impatience is endearing in a way, especially because of how flushed and pouty he gets when you don’t move.

anton

anton actually has a lot of self restraint and will power, years of swimming taught him how to control his body and it’s incredibly useful in all situations. however, being stuffed inside your cunt and being unable to move is not one of them. cockwarming came about because you wanted to play a game to see who could go the longest without moving and anton wanted to entertain you, he also really wanted to win, he just underestimated his ability to be able to hold himself back when it comes to you. hint, he lost. he did find there to be some aspects of comfort and a lot of warmth with it, but he feeling of his cock throbbing with your walls tightly hugging him overpowered the comfort a lot and made it almost painful for him. if he’s hard to the point it hurts, then he knows he needs to fuck you and that’s how he ended up during cockwarming.

[cherushiina]

kanto punks

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Sonic saves Amy just in time, and Anton's not having this cocky hedgehog's attitude.

To be fair, Anton does have quite the cornbread head going on.

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[dailylcy]

A DIFFERENT EQUATION - an anton lee oneshot

이찬영 “ ”the right side of my neck, still smells like you”

⊹₊⟡⋆ pairing. nerd!anton x popular girl!reader MINORS DNI

genre. smut 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀 word count. 1.4k — a/n. first post of best month of the year!! ( bini seokie n toni bday month ) :3 ( also this is my first time writing smut pls forgive if its not that good i tried my best ) playlist i listened to while writing. playlist

synopsis. Anton Lee is a quiet genius, he’s probably more comfortable with equations than people — until the popular girl from his math class asks him for tutoring. What starts as a study session quickly turns into something else, proving that even the shyest nerds know how to take control.

warnings. unprotected sex‎ ( dont!! ), anton got a size kink, fingering in semi public ? tell me if i missed anything

the library was quiet, all you could hear was the faint rustle of pages and the occasional cough echoing through the room. Anton Lee —also known as Lee Chanyoung to those who cared enough — sat next to a table at the back, his nose buried in a thick calculus textbook. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, the part you couldn’t see was beneath the hood of his oversized gray sweatshirt. glasses on his nose, slipping slightly as he scribbled equations in his notebook, his long, slender fingers moving with precision. He wore loose black jeans, the ends brushing against his sneakers, and a faint flush colored his cheeks from the hot air. At 6’2, he towered over most people when standing, but seated like this, he seemed almost normal — a nerd in his natural state .

The faint scent of old books and polished wood filled the space, the late afternoon sun streaming through tall windows and casting golden streaks across the floor. Anton barely even noticed the world around him, lost in numbers and formulas, until a shadow fell over his page. He glanced up, and nearly dropped his pencil. it was you, the popular girl everyone whispered about since you joined — confident, smiley, and completely out of his league. Your hair was styled in loose waves, framing your face, and you wore a fitted crop top that hugged your curves, paired with a short pleated skirt that moved a little everytime you shifted your weight. The faint shimmer of lipgloss caught the light, and your presence always carried a subtle floral scent that cut through the musty library air.

“Hey, Anton” you said, your voice smooth and casual, like you hadn’t just flipped his entire world upside down by knowing his name. You leaned against the table, your hip brushing the edge of it, and he swallowed hard, his eyes darting to where your skirt rode up slightly, revealing some of your thigh. “I heard you’re like, a genius at math. and I’m totallyyyy failing calculus, so I thought I could use some help. You free?”

Anton’s mouth went dry. He pushed his glasses up, stuttering, he said “Uh, y-yeah, I mean, sure. I can help, I will help you.” His gaze lingered on you, your size difference even more apparent now that you were so close — he could see the way your body curved close up, how small you looked compared to him, and it sparked something deep in his chest. It was his kink that he’d never admit out loud, but it was there.

You slid into the chair beside him, scooting close enough that your knee brushed his under the table. “Great” you said, pulling out your textbook and flipping it open. “Let’s start with this chapter. I don’t get any of it!” Your tone was light, but there was something in your eyes that made his stomach twist.

He nodded, trying to focus as he Explained derivatives to you, his voice soft as always. But then your hand rested on his thigh — just a light touch at first, fingers brushing over the fabric of his jeans. He froze mid-sentence, his breath hitching. “Keep going” you whispered, your lips curving into a smirk as your hand slid higher, teasing him slowly. Anton’s heart pounding, his composure cracking as heat flooded his system. He glanced around — nobody was near you two, the stacks of books shielding you both from view — and then back at you, your gaze locked on his, daring him.

His hand trembled as it found your knee, sliding up your bare thigh until his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt. You didn’t flinch, not even once, instead, you parted your legs slightly, like an invitation he couldn’t ignore. “You’re gonna get us caught” he whispered, voice rougher than he intended, but he didn’t stop. His fingers slipped under your skirt, tracing the edge of your panties before pushing them aside. You were already wet, and he bit his lip hard to stifle a groan as he slid one finger inside you, then two, amazed at how tight you felt around him.

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a cough, leaning forward as if studying the book. Anton’s free hand gripped the table’s edge, his knuckles white, while his other hand worked you slowly, his thumb circling around your clit with a precision that mirrored his math skills. The contrast drove him wild — your small frame squirming against his big one, the way you fit so perfectly around his fingers. “Anton” you whispered, voice shaky, “faster.” He listened immediately, his movements growing more intense, the slick sound barely audible over the library’s hum. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you came, thighs trembling, and he watched your face, mesmerized, as you unraveled for him.

“C’mon” he muttered, pulling his hand back and wiping it discreetly on his jeans. “My dorm. Now.” His tone left no room for argument, the shy nerd was now replaced by something hungrier. You nodded, grabbing your bag, and followed him out, panties full with your own release. the air between you filling with unspoken need.

Anton’s dorm was a small, cluttered space on the third floor of the campus residence hall. Posters of rock bands and a periodic table all over the walls, books stacked neatly on the desk. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled, and the faint scent of his cologne — something woody and clean — He locked the door behind you, turning to face you with a look that made your knees weak. That nerdy boy from your math class was long gone ; this Anton was all sharp with quiet intensity, where was he hiding all this?

He stepped closer, towering over you, and cupped your face with his hands -that you thought were bigger than your head- “You’re so fucking small” he muttered, almost to himself, his thumb brushing your lower lip. Then he kissed you — hard, messy, all teeth and tongue, like he’d been starving for it. You stumbled back toward the bed, and he followed your steps, taking off his sweatshirt to reveal a broad frame, his t-shirt clinging to his biceps.

He pushed you onto the mattress, climbing over you, his weight pressing you down as he yanked your skirt up and panties off in one swift move. “Been thinking about this, for so damn long” he admitted, voice low, undoing his jeans buttons with shaky hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and intimidatingly long — and you gasped softly, feeding that size kink he couldn’t hide. He didn’t bother with a condom, neither of you cared right then.

Anton lined himself up, the tip brushing your soaked entrance, and started thrusting into you, groaning loud as your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me” he said, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. He set a brutal pace, fastening it each time he thrusted into you, the bed creaking under his force. Your legs wrapped around his waist, but he still loomed over you, his broad shoulders and height making you feel tiny, helpless beneath him.

Sweat showed on his forehead as he fucked you stupid — your moans turning into broken gasps, eyes rolling back as he hit every spot inside you. His glasses fogged up, slipping down his nose, and he took them off, tossing them aside without breaking sounds. “So good for me huh?” he panted, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast through your top, the other pinning your wrist above your head. The room filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and your whimpers.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your tummy, and yanked you up before slamming back in. “Look at you” he growled, “taking me like this.” His hand fisted your hair, tugging just enough to make you arch, and the new angle had you seeing stars. Cum dripped down your thighs — his and yours mixing in a sticky mess as he chased his release, fucking you through the overstimulation until he came spilling inside you with a choked moan. Thick ropes of cum coated your walls, some leaking out as he slowed, his chest heaving.

Anton collapsed beside you, both of you breathless, the thick air filled with sweat and sex. He glanced over, a shy smile tugging at his lips despite everything, and he muttered a “Uh… you okay?” The nerd was back, but the glint in his eye said he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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[renthebarbarian]

‘80s/‘90s Jeffrey Combs my beloved…

[mad-scientist-anton]

it’s me 🧪🐁

[prissyprince]

I love how often hunters, both in canon and fanon (rightfully!) seem to have a particular disdain for ‘dominate’ and that it canonically can lower your empathy/is something some vampires feel uncomfortable using. I feel, giving this concept of mind control so much weight, is great for storytelling and characterisation. Because it absolutely SHOULD have that weight to it for anyone who clings to their humanity.

But also

Anton, dropping a pen and watching it roll across the room: [dominates the nearest servant to pick it up]

[antoncore]

it is 6:54… i think i should just die right now

[evnseokz]

꒰ ☆ straight A’s ~ l.cy ꒱

pairing: nerd! anton x fem. reader

contents: dom! reader, sub! anton, big dick anton!!!!! praise, riding, face sitting, oral (f), pet names: baby, good boy

w.c. 1k

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anton is trembling beneath you, thick fingers gripping your waist as though he’s afraid you might disappear. his glasses are askew, fogged up from how heavily he’s breathing, and his lips are parted, glossy with spit from all his nervous lip-biting. he’s looking at you like you’re some celestial being, something holy, but the way he’s rutting up against you tells a different story—one of desperation, of need.

“relax, baby,” you murmur, reaching up to push his glasses up his nose. “i’ll take care of you.”

he swallows hard, nodding so frantically it makes you smirk. his messy brown hair sticks to his forehead, his pupils blown wide with lust. he’s never done this before—you can feel it in the way his whole body tenses beneath you, the way his hips stutter helplessly when your hand glides down to grip his cock.

he’s big. too big, really, for someone who’s never used it on anyone but his own hand, but you make sure to let him know just how perfect he is.

“you’re the biggest i’ve ever had,” you whisper, running your thumb along his leaking tip, and the strangled noise that leaves his throat is absolutely delicious. his ears burn red, and his eyes squeeze shut for a moment as if he’s trying to hold himself together.

“n-no way,” he stammers, voice cracking. “you’re just saying that.”

you grin. “feel for yourself.”

you guide him to your entrance, your slick coating his thick length as you sink down onto him inch by inch, watching his reaction with a dangerous kind of satisfaction.

the moment you take him in fully, his hands fly to your thighs, squeezing so hard you know there’ll be marks. his head falls back against the pillows, jaw slack as a broken, needy moan escapes him.

“holy—oh my god,” he gasps, hips jerking involuntarily. “it’s—f-fuck, it’s so tight—i—”

you press a hand to his chest, steadying him. “shhh, i’ve got you.”

he nods dumbly, his fingers flexing against your skin as you begin to move, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles. his eyes flutter open, glassy with pleasure, his lips trembling as if he wants to say something but can’t find the words.

“you’re doing so good, anton,” you praise, and his breath stutters, a whimper slipping past his lips.

his body is so warm beneath you, his muscles tense with restraint, his thick thighs trembling every time you lift yourself up just to sink back down, dragging another helpless moan from his throat.

but it’s too much for him.

the tight squeeze, the wet heat, the way your walls flutter around him every time you praise him—it’s all too much. he doesn’t stand a chance.

“f-fuck, i—” his voice wavers, and you feel the moment his control shatters. his grip turns bruising, his hips lifting in an attempt to chase the pleasure, and then he’s gone, moaning brokenly as he spills inside you, his body shaking from the force of it.

you don’t stop moving. if anything, you slow down, milking every last drop from him, relishing the way he twitches inside you, overstimulated and panting. his face is flushed, his chest rising and falling erratically, and his eyes—those big, innocent eyes—blink up at you, shame creeping into his expression.

“i—I’m sorry,” he breathes out, shaking his head as if to clear it. “that was—I didn’t mean to—”

you hush him with a kiss, slow and lingering. “it’s okay, baby,” you murmur against his lips. “you’ll just have to make it up to me.”

his brows knit in confusion until you move, shifting forward to straddle his face.

his breath catches, but you can see the moment he understands—see the way his lips part, the way his pupils darken with something close to hunger.

“let me help you take these off,” you murmur, slipping his glasses from his face. you set them aside carefully, then thread your fingers through his hair. “think you can be good for me, anton?”

he nods, eager, his hands finding purchase on your thighs as he helps guide you down onto his mouth.

the moment his lips meet your slick folds, he lets out a muffled moan, and it sends a jolt of pleasure straight through you. his nose is pressed against your clit, his tongue working tentatively at first, as if still unsure of himself.

but then you grind down just a little, and something clicks.

he latches on properly, his hands gripping your thighs tighter as he begins to move, tongue flicking and curling, sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves with a desperation that makes your legs tremble.

he’s a fast learner.

“fuck, just like that,” you gasp, fingers tugging at his soft hair. “such a good boy, anton.”

he moans at the praise, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through your core. his hips rut up against nothing, still sensitive but aching for more, but he doesn’t stop—doesn’t even think of stopping—too focused on making you fall apart the way he just did.

he’s messy with it, eager, licking and sucking as if he needs it more than air. his glasses are gone now, but you can still picture how wrecked he must look—cheeks flushed, lips swollen, glasses fogged up as he drowns in the taste of you.

and fuck, it’s almost enough to send you over the edge right then and there.

you grind down harder, and anton groans, gripping you tighter, pulling you closer. you feel the telltale heat coiling in your stomach, pleasure building rapidly, threatening to crash over you at any moment.

“anton—” you whimper, “i’m gonna—”

he moans again, his tongue working you over with newfound determination, and that’s all it takes.

your orgasm crashes through you, your body tensing, your thighs squeezing around his head as pleasure overtakes every sense. your cries fill the air, your hips rolling against his mouth as you ride out every last wave, and anton takes it all, drinking you in like he’s starving.

when you finally pull away, your legs feel weak, and you collapse onto the bed beside him, breathless. anton is just as wrecked, his lips glistening, his chest heaving as he looks at you with something close to awe.

“i…” he swallows, his voice hoarse. “was that… okay?”

you turn your head, giving him a slow, satisfied smile.

“more than okay, baby,” you murmur, leaning in to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. “i think you just earned yourself an a+.”

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[melobin]

in control

𐙚 how the current riize members differ in their dominant and submissive states.

nsfw. minors dni.

shotaro

shotaro resides on the edge of dominance. most of the time he always has at least a slight advantage when it comes to being the dominant one in the bedroom. his ability to turn you to much with one smooth rolls of his hips became a blessing when you attempted to take control, it didn’t stop you from succeeding sometimes though.

in his dominant days, shotaro enjoys having you on all fours, your fingers wrapping themselves in his bedsheets as he presses against the arch of your back and fucks himself into you, each roll of his hips causing him to shift deeper into your core. the control he had over his body allowed him to reach deep into you and bring your ecstasy time and time again. he isn’t the most vocal when dominant, he lets his action speak for him. the sharper thrust into your cunt when you tighten around him or the way his hand reaches under your body to squeeze your breast in his hand whilst he rocks forward into you.

shotaro had you wrapped around his finger, his deep yet slow thrusts causing your legs to buckle beneath you and your arms to shake. he loved having you this way. face down ass up was a treat, but he loved watching you struggle to keep your arms stable enough to support the weight of your own body. he’d keep his hands on your waist, only gripping it enough to help you stay up a little, his grip would increase within time though. the feeling of your walls wrapping around him causing him to unintentionally dig his fingers deeper into your skin. he was wordless, breathless pants leaving him but he barely said a word. he liked it this way. having you crying out from his thrusts whilst he focused on your body and nothing else. no distractions. just keeping you on your hands and knees whilst he plunged deeper into your cunt. it was shorato’s favoruite way to ruin you.

unsurprisingly, in his submissive days shotaro doesn’t differ much to the other side of his. he knows how he likes sex. not rushed, he likes when the two of you take your time with each others bodies. slower, harsher strokes rather than sloppy, rushed ones. he loved when you’d lay him down and straddle his hips. always found himself in complete awe watching you grind your hips against his, keeping him as deep as you can inside of yourself. shotaro finds watching you to be just as fulfilling as actually feeling you around him. being able to watch you lose yourself and fawn over him at the same time is like heaven.

“fuck” it’s one of the few words shotaro lets out when he has you like this. sinking down on his cock with your hands pressed against his chest, your nails pushing deep into his skin as you take all of him. he’s mesmerised watching you, eyes trained on your face and the way your tits jiggled with each move of your hips. shotaro couldn’t contain himself, the pleasure mixed with the sheer view of you losing yourself to him, for him. because of him. shotaro would never really consider himself submissive in the bedroom, but this is about as close as he felt to it. ready to burst at any moment all because of you.

eunseok

eunseok is very certain that he knows his place in the bedroom, especially when it’s regarding you. there’s nothing he enjoys more then keeping a hold over you, being so in control that you’re left withering under his gaze and whimpering for him to just let you cum. begging is definitely one of his favourite things. hearing you beg sets something alight inside of him, and he knows exactly how to get you to beg too. he can be mean, condescending, loves fucking you until you’re on the edge of completely losing your hold on reality and he’s sure, almost completely sure that the roles could never be reversed.

in his prime, what eunseok would call it, his dominance seeped from him. radiating off of his body, going straight to your core. the littlest smirk could have your knees buckling whilst you looked up at him. he knew all he had to do was whisper a few filth coated words in your ear to have you completely at his mercy. it’s how he liked it. him being in control, taking charge of your body and everything you do to it whilst you knelt before him complying to each and every single command he gave to you.

“so pretty” the words spewed from his lips easily, his accent seeming thicker than usual. eunseok loved having you like this, hand cupping your chin with his thumb pressing against your lower lips, drool seeping from the corners of your lips as you looked up at him with your wide, wet eyes. you were so compliant, so sweet and so, so good. just for him. he watched as your body shuddered, his other hand creeping up your thigh before he let his palm cup the surface of your pussy. your underwear already discarded across the room meaning he had free claim of everything and what he wanted most? your sweet little cunt wrapped tightly around his cock as he used you as if you were his most treasured cocksleeve. one he made sure came before he ever did. you were just an angel in his eyes, one incapable of doing wrong or being able to ever control him the way he did to you.

the unimaginable was the way it was for a reason, because eunseok could never have imagined you’d have him under your spell the way you usually were for him. the day did come though. eunseok was sure his shock was what caused him to sink deeper under your gaze, he was vulnerable and he played right into your hands. having you crawling into his lap and biting down at his bottom lip whilst giggling about how hard he is under you. he was almost embarrassed about how much he loved this side of you. the confidence, the way you ground your hips against his and seemed unaffected whilst he was fighting for his dear life trying not to cum in his pants and ruin the whole moment. you assumed him you would’ve found it sweet though. his submissiveness shone through his eyes, they sparkled under the dim lamp you had switched on beside you and no part of you could bring yourself to turn it off. the pathetic look in his eyes instantly becoming an addiction to you.

“seokkie” you cooed at him, eunseok’s eyes dampening the longer the looked at you. he sucked in a deep breath, his fingers dug into the skin of your waist. he thought you were being cruel, your panties still stuck to your body despite his being completely bare. the rough fabric of the lace sticking to his cock as you rolled your hips against him. his lips parted, he wanted nothing more than to grab you and have his way with you. taunting you for being such a wreck for him despite trying to ruin him. yet, he had no energy, no part of him had the ability to even attempt to push you under him and have you cry out his name. he knew he was done for, his brain beginning to turn to mush and his thighs shaking under you. he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip as his hips bucked up, he swore his cock jumped beneath you when you ground down against him again. “close?” your words were taunting to him, the tone of your voice dripping in sheer arousal with a hint of teasing behind them “gonna cum before you’re even inside of me? what happened to seokkie? you’re usually so big and strong for me” you were playing with fire now, yet eunseok couldn’t fight back. all he could do was sit weakly beneath you and allow you to play with him until it fulfilled your desires. he swore the next time he got you to himself he’d leave you in a worse state than he was in now.

sungchan

sungchan was a wild card, it was something you both were more than aware of. whilst he teetered on the edge of being completely dominant over you, he had his weak moments and they always traced back to you. he knew your weak spots and you knew his, you both knew how to play into each others hands and get what you wanted. fighting for dominance was one of the hottest things you two could do together and god did it happen a lot. countless nights of your nails dug deeply into each others skin whilst you pushed and pulled at dominance, a game of tug of war that neither of you could predict who would win. it all depended on how you both felt that day and how weak the other would get from skin to skin contact with your tongues clashing together.

sungchan knew exactly how to be dominant, he knew how to push your buttons to get you exactly where he wanted you. his dominance over you came in physical form, he loved manhandling you and pinning you in whatever position his heart desired. he loved the way you whimpered beneath him when he wrapped his arms round your neck and fucked you deeply from behind. he could overpower you so easily and he always used that to his advantage. the words he whispered to you were simply an added bonus to the way he fucked you until your brain was clear of any thought that wasn’t him.

your body tensed up beneath sungchan, his hips striking against yours with each sharp, deep thrust. he barely let you breathe, you’re front pressed against the bed as his pressed against your back, your skin sticking together as his arm was hooked around your neck. it was a dream, his bicep flexing with each thrust he made into you. you were suffocating in the best way possible, your head clouded as his cock reached deeper into you. sungchan didn’t need to look at you to know how fucked out you were, he knew your eyes were glazed and your voice was threatening to spew out loud whines and moans because of the way he was treating you. “it’s okay baby” he cooed out as you whined beneath him, your fingers tangling in the sheets as he continued to fuck you braindead. his own fingers pushing under your body to attack your clit “i got you baby, let’s soothe the ache in that little cunt, hm?”.

whiplash. that’s how it felt when sungchan fell into his submissive state. the man who seemed to manhandle you with ease and push you deeper into his hold with each sharp thrust had depleted,his facade had broken and he was now sitting beneath you, fingers digging into the cuffs around his hands. his breathing shallow, his mind a wreck with thoughts of you. who knew having your hand wrapped around his cock whilst keeping his restrained would do so much to him? certainly not sungchan.

he couldn’t even out his breathing, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head as you fisted his cock again. the smile on your face only caused the pit in sungchan’s stomach to grow, you were so fucking hot when you took control of him like this. restraining him, keeping him in place beneath you as you straddled his thighs and dragged your hand up and down his cock repeatedly. he would’ve loved to have his hands on you in that moment but there was nothing he could do, the cuffs seemed to tighten each time he pulled at them. “baby” his voice was broken, the pet name that usually sent you spiraling seemed to only make you smile more. his hips bucked up into your hand, his body only shaking more as he cock throbbed in your grip “you close, pretty boy?“ pretty boy. sungchan was sure that name would never leave his mind again, every sultry word that slipped from your lips only pushed him deeper below you, his orgasm only seeming to send him over the eve as tears brimmed his eyes and his voice broke again “let me take care of you channie”.

wonbin

wonbin lay in a similar position as sungchan. a wildcard yet somehow more extreme. when wonbin felt as if he needed to be taken care of he’d cling to you, keep you close whilst whining into your neck and rutting against the side of your body. pathetically getting harder when you ignored him. wonbin treated you with the same amount of respect when you were the needy one though, laughing as you begged him to fuck you, taunting you as you whimpered in his ear and asked him to make you cum just one time. your sexual relationship was a game of push and pull, one pushing the other until they finally snap and give them exactly what they crave.

dom wonbin, now that was a treat. wonbin has always been very clear about how he likes sex. he likes to fuck, he likes it messy and rough, if you’re not panting, covered in sweat and unable to sit up properly after, what’s the point? mess was his favourite thing, having both of your bodies sick with sweat as he fucked you with vigor. hands tight of your hips, your back flat against the mattress with him knelt up between your legs. his thrusts causing him to sink deeper into you each time, spit dripping from his lips as he let it land on your cunt, using it eagerly just to make everything wetter. even though you were soaked already, something wonbin pointed out each time his cock slipped back into you.

“so fucking wet” his voice was tough, his fingers pushing deeper into your skin as he thrusted himself into you again. he held your legs apart, your thighs aching from the spread but loving every second of the slight pain it gave you. wonbin didn’t stop, spitting on your cunt before dragging his cock through it and pushing himself back into you. leaning over to place his hands either side of your head allowing his necklace to dangle over your face, the chain ever so slightly dragging over your skin as his thrusts grew more impatient. “is it for me, baby?” you whimpered as he spoke to you, lips parting only for you to gasp instead of respond to him. it seemed impossible to properly speak whilst he was fucking you the way that he was. “so wet just for me” he clarified again, speaking the words out loud so he could register the situation properly. wonbin found it incredibly hot that you were so soaked just for him, so slippery that it almost overpowered the feeling of your walls wrapping around him. his favoruite part was the sounds your cunt let out as he continued to fuck you, the way it cried out for him with each sharp thrust, begging him to never stop feeding it in the way he was.

wonbin had a built in praise kink that followed him everywhere, and it was always your route into making him fold for you. you knew exactly how to get to him and in a way, wonbin loved it. but he also hated it. the way all you to do was flutter your lashes at him and tell him how pretty he was for him to be wrapped tight around your finger. he was weak for you, for the sweet words you spat out into his ear when he was in your arms. one hand wrapped around his cock, the other tangled in the strands of his hair whilst you whispered to him about how pretty he was, how big he felt in your hand and and how sweet his moans were. it’s all it took for him to be exactly where you wanted him.

“binnie” you looked up at him, eyes dark as your tongue traced over the vein that stuck out along the length of his cock. wonbin could only groan as a response, unable to speak as he watched you intensely. your eyes not looking from his as your tongue swirled around his tip before you sunk your lips back down his girth. his thighs tensed under your hands, his eyes shining as he squeezed them shut and groaned again, the feeling sending a tingle through his body that he couldn’t escape no matter how much he moved. it overwhelmed him, eyes filling with tears as you took him into your mouth again, fingers fisting the sheets beneath him as he attempted to contain himself. you thought he was so cute, and you made sure to remind him. trailing you’re fingers lightly over his cock whilst cooing at him, telling him how sweet he was like this. unable to talk, withering whilst you played with his cock and tortured him. “my sweet boy” you wrapped your hand around his cock, leaning forward to kiss him softly. wonbin only moaned, a tear slipping from his eye, one he couldn’t even explain why it was there “always so pretty when you cry” with your free hand you wiped away his tear using your thumb before leaning back and smiling at him “let’s create some more tears, hm?”.

sohee

he’s precious in every way, a sweetheart who caters to all your wishes. sohee basked in the way the two of you knew each others bodies inside and out, how you could easily work the other up and giggle about it after. he loved how well you knew each other, even when it backfired and he ends up a wreck beneath you he still loved it. the sheer sexual chemistry that turned him on endlessly. he loved it more than anything.

sohee in his dom days sometimes reminded you of a completely different person. you knew when he was horny, he could never hide it even when he tried to and you loved that about him. you knew how bad he craved you and that made you want to wrap your legs around his waist and keep you inside of you forever. that wasn’t something sohee minded either, he loved fucking you. seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers curl in the sheets as he thrusts into you. he loves the state he can put you in, how you blabber about how good he is whilst laying in disbelief that sohee, your sohee could fuck you so good.

“sohee, sohee pleas- oh god” you couldn’t control your babbling, your vision blurred as his lips wrapped around your clit again. the previous orgasms already taking a toll on your body as the sensitivity engulfed you. sohee smiled from between your legs, you could feel his lips twisting up as he flicked his tongue over your clit again. the nub swollen, used yet still aching for more as he continued his assault on you. sohee never had to say much, all he had to was look up at you whilst sucking a little harder on your clit just to make you lose yourself, and you were already half way lost. the impending orgasm only pushed you further under his grip as he pressed his tongue flat against your clit and moved his head side to side. it was almost impossible for you to imagine him being so filthy, but you couldn’t deny that this sohee was one of your favourites.

sohee’s submissive state didn’t differ much from his dominant one. he was gentle, didn’t say much but knew you could see everything he was feeling. he’s a simple soul, he just wants you to take care of him and make him feel good, rub orgasms out of him whilst kissing at the skin of his neck. he grew so weak for you so quickly that it was endearing, his eyes always shaking when you squeezed his bulge a little too hard but never making the effort to stop you because he did enjoy it. it wasn’t easy for him to admit he liked when you treated him with little to no respect and it took him a while to say it to you, but he was so glad he did.

“sohee?” you questioned, voice gentle as you looked at him. cock hard, leaking yet untouched. you loved this side of him. the boy simply whimpered whilst looking at you, trying his hardest to not wrap his hand around his cock and bring himself to the sweet relief he was practically chasing from you. “i never said you could cum” he whined again, the dominance in your voice only causing his cock to grow impossibly harder. he was aching, throbbing under your gaze and he knew you could see it. you brought a finger down to trace it over his cock, he shuddered before his hips bucked up against your hand, immediately cowering when you pushed his hips back down against the bed. “you’re not being very good, sohee” the way his name dripped from his lips destroyed him inside “let’s try this again, okay? you’ll be good for me won’t you?” sohee gulped, letting your fingers trace over his face “you don’t want me to punish you, right?” sohee shook his head, panting as your hand wrapped around his cock “let’s see how far we can go, shall we?”

anton

in a way, anton’s dominance and submissiveness went hand in hand. he couldn’t be one without the other. he loves control, being able to dictate what you do, manhandling you until you’re a withering wreck in his grip. but he also loves when you do it back, how your weak grip seems to be able to move his whole body when he folds beneath you. he knows he couldn’t be one without the other and he thinks that’s why he enjoys it so much. he’s just happy to have you, a night where he can sleep himself into you is a successful night regardless.

the dominance that anton carried often intimidated you a slight bit. he was serious in those states, his hair always sitting messily on his head and his eyes dark as he watched you from across the room. anton wasn’t always confident in telling you what he wanted but it was definitely something that grew more prominent over time, it went hand in hand with the dominant side of him coming out. after one night of habit by our pinned against his chest while the fucked up endlessly into you, his whole demeanour changed. the sweet, shy boy was still there but was covered with something more perverted. a man who wanted nothing more than to pin you down and have his way with you over and over again.

“toni” your voice was weak, your chest pressed against his as you cried into his neck. the feeling of his cock fucking up into you made you dizzy. you felt unable to lift yourself the quicker his thrusts were. “hmm?” his deep voice shot through you, the hmm only making you clench around him as he continued to fuck you, your whines echoing through the walls giving anton the perfect position to hear every pathetic sound you let out. anton wasn’t a completely silent dom, he had his moments where he spoke to you and that was one of them, his lips by your ear as he cooed to you and told you how sweet you were. how your little cunt was made to take him like this. sometimes even mentioning how he thinks everyone else should know about it too.

anton as a sub wasn’t too rare of an occasion. even if he didn’t mean to be, a submissive nature radiated from him often and you found it to be the sweetest thing. he’s gentle, or at least you thought he was. he likes being taken care of, having his hair played with whilst you fist his cock in your hand. but he also likes having you pulling on his hair and laughing when he whines a little too loud. anton could say what he wanted about you but he couldn’t deny how fucked up he was whenever you took control of him, always eager to let you try something new on him.

“you’re so fucking big anton” he whimpered as you spoke to him, gulping from the sound of the praise. you barely eased yourself down his cock before you were out of breath, the thickness almost distracting you from the scene you had before you. antons eyes shut, his lips parred and his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping the sheets. you river teased him about cumming prematurely but he always tried to last. night wasn’t a night for that though, not with the way you looked at him sweetly with your smile widening the louder he got “let’s make a mess toni”.

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Just read book 9, decided to make a follow up to the book 8 memes.

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[dailylcy]

I’LL TRADE YOU — riize headcanons

ఌ︎. where you end up with a lollipop flavor you don’t like, and bf!riize notice and offer to switch with you. ఌ︎. genre. fluff

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Shotaro

— Notices immediately because he’s super observant. “You don’t like that one, do you?” he asks with a soft smile.

— Without waiting for your answer, he hands you his own lollipop. “Here, take mine. I like all flavors anyway.”

— Doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but if you hesitate, he tilts his head and insists, “Seriously, it’s fine! I can just grab another one.”

— If you thank him, he just says, “Anything for you!” like it’s the most normal thing ever.

Eunseok

— He notices you looking at the lollipop with disappointment and raises an eyebrow. “Not a fan of that one?”

— Casually swaps lollipops with you before you can even answer.

— Acts super nonchalant about it, but secretly finds it cute that you have such strong opinions on candy flavors.

— If you thank him, he just shrugs and grins. “Just remember this when I need a favor.”

Sungchan

— He doesn’t notice at first, but when he sees you staring at your lollipop with a disappointed look, he laughs. “Wait, do you hate that flavor?”

— Immediately offers his. “I was gonna eat this, but I’d rather see you happy. You can have it.”

— Makes a big show of how generous he’s being — “See? I’m such a good boyfriend. You owe me now.”

Wonbin

— Notices you frowning at your lollipop and silently holds his out to you, waiting for you to take it.

— If you don’t take it, he quietly says, “You don’t have to force yourself to eat that one.”

— Won’t admit it, but he was already thinking about switching because he wanted to see you happy.

— If you tease him about being sweet, he looks away and mutters, “It’s just a lollipop…” but his ears are red.

Seunghan

— He notices you looking at your lollipop with slight disappointment and nudges your arm. “Not the flavor you wanted?”

— At first, he just hums in thought, then suddenly stands up. “Wait here for a sec.

— You’re confused until he comes back a few minutes later, holding a brand-new lollipop in your favorite flavor. “Here. Thought you’d like this one better.”

— Acts casual, but the way he watches your reaction shows he really wanted to make you happy.

Sohee

— Notices you staring at your lollipop in disappointment and nudges your arm. “You don’t like this one?”

He’s already unwrapping his own, but without hesitation, he hands it to you. “Here. Take mine.”

— If you hesitate, he says. “Hurry before I change my mind.”

Anton

— Notices your reaction but waits to see if you’ll say anything. When you don’t, he just quietly swaps lollipops with you.

— If you protest, he shakes his head and says, “I don’t mind. You like this one better, right?

— He seems unaffected, but the moment you happily eat the lollipop he gave you, he gets this small, shy smile.

— If you try to give yours later, he just shakes his head. “I gave it to you because I wanted to.”

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