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BDSM Profiles

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

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

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

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

🎶now playing: "Criminal" – Taemin

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

Bang Chan // 방찬

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

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔗 DOM STYLE

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

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

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

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

💦 FILTHY FAVOURITES

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

Dirty talk level: 8/10 – Degrading Devotion

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

💌 AFTERCARE

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

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

Lee Know // 리노

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

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔗 DOM STYLE

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

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

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

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

💦 FILTHY FAVOURITES

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

Dirty talk level: 9/10 – Velvet Ruin

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

💌 AFTERCARE

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

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

Changbin // 창빈

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

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔗 DOM STYLE

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

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

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

💦 FILTHY FAVOURITES

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

Dirty talk level: 8/10 – Degrading Devotion

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

💌 AFTERCARE

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

He whispers:

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

Hyunjin // ��진

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

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔗 DOM STYLE

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

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

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

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

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

Dirty talk level: 9/10 – Velvet Ruin

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

💌 AFTERCARE

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

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

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

Han // 한

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

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔗 DOM STYLE

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

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

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

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

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

Dirty talk level: 10/10 – Unholy Scriptures

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

💌 AFTERCARE

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

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

And he will. For hours.

Felix // 필릭스

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

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔗 DOM STYLE

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

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

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

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

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

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

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

💌 AFTERCARE

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

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

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

Seungmin // 승민

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

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔗 DOM STYLE

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

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

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

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

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

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

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

💌 AFTERCARE

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

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

I.n // 아이엔

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

🖤 KINK SIGNATURES

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔗 DOM STYLE

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

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

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

💦 FILTHY FAVORITES

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

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

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

💌 AFTERCARE

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

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

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pseudowho · 8 months ago

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"Why are we going to a scare trail, when you scream if a pan falls out of the cupboard?"

Kento grumbled, cosy in his cream turtleneck and teal overcoat. You preened, pressing the lids onto your travel mugs, and leaning up to nuzzle the shell of his ear.

"Because it's fun, you grumpy old goat. Come on. I need protection."

"You need sectioning, perhaps," Kento scoffed, opening the car door for you, "or the public needs protection from you." Kento shifted into gear, reversing with his arm behind your seat. You stroked a hand over his thigh.

"Well, you can be my supervisor then...sir."

Kento coughed, stalling the car at the turn, and grasping your hand with a warning glare.

"Don't. You know what that does to me."

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Clearly, the gates of hell had been opened into the other end of the Funfair. The screams were not ones of delight.

But, at the entrance, autumn leafcrunch and early chill, swirled with wood fires and yakitori and street food, spicing the crowds with orange and gold. You tucked your arm into Kento's, as if an old married couple, and squelched through the mud to your destination.

Kento grimaced up at the entrance, opening his mouth to speak, before you interrupted.

"I heard they used pig's blood. Not fake blood."

"That is grotesquely unsanitary--"

"--come on, let's queue up--"

"--I should report them to the Health and Safety executives--"

"Shhh, sh sh sh, come on now...there. Lovely."

Bouncing on your tiptoes in the queue, Kento shot you a wary sideways glance, speaking slowly, testing every word.

"I...am perfectly serious, though. You don't usually tolerate frights like this very well. Despite your profession. Always something I found...odd."

You sighed, shrugging. "Just...an overactive imagination, I think. There's something thrilling about being scared but safe. A luxury that work doesn't give us."

Kento was quiet, looking pensively into the Horror Maze, while you allowed a zombie bride to scan your entry passes. "Yes...that makes sense."

Kento was absolutely right, as you headed in. Within minutes, you were rendered useless, in a maze of bloodstained walls and cells-- some crude, tasteless attempt at an insane asylum.

And Kento remained...utterly unshaken. Not a hair out of place. Not even a flinch. Just his usual flat boredom, and irritated rumbles.

'Patients', 'doctors', 'nurses' and 'orderlies' in various states of grisly disrepair, chased you through corridors, backed you into cells, and rattled bars at you until you clung to Kento like a baby monkey.

Neither of you noticed how one of the doctors you passed turned to look at your retreating backs, tufts of fuzzy peach hair peeking out from under his surgical cap and goggles.

"Does nothing scare you?!" You demanded of Kento, squealing like a little girl as a 'doctor' tried to strap you to his table. Lifting you to safety by your waist, and tutting at the perturbed 'doctor', who sagged, put-out, Kento replied, solemn.

"Perhaps my fears are a little more abstract." You almost laughed as an approaching 'nurse' cringed away at Kento's devastatingly withering look.

It was only when you were both chased through a corridor by a horde of screaming visitors and 'patients', that you and Kento became separated. Your adrenaline felt less fun with Kento's absence, and you backed against a black curtain, your heart pumping rapidly souring blood to your limbs.

"Kento!" You called, your voice pitched and rising, "Kent--ooooooh!"

You were yanked back through the black curtain, your sobs muffled beneath a thick brown glove, and your assailant was quick to reassure you. He lifted his goggles and lowered his mask to grin at you, sweet and sunny.

"Hey! Mrs.Nanamin! It's just me."

You melted with relief, sniffling, "Oh my god-- Yuuji-- what are you doing here--"

"Ahhh, just tryna earn some extra cash. I saw where Nanamin went, want to go catch u--"

"No! Wait...Yuuji. Help me scare him."

Yuuji faltered, blinking. "What? Scare Nanamin?" Yuuji pondered, pinching his chin in thought. Eventually, he shook his head, smirking. "Nah. Nothing scares him."

You puffed your cheeks out, shaking your head. Peeking out from behind the curtain and surveying the carnage the actors wreaked upon the screaming visitors, you shook your head.

"Nope. I insist. Let's scare my husband. We'll find something-- anything."

And so, at your insistence, you and Yuuji staggered through a montage of terrific failures.

You locked Kento in a dark room, and he only hummed in minor irritation as a hissing, ragged contortionist spidered out of an impossibly tight chest. He kicked the door open, and held it open for the bewildered contortionist to leave first; "After you."

Yuuji manipulated Kento down a corridor with naught but increasingly unsettling nursery rhymes and crayon monstrosities on the walls. Kento found the radio, switched it off, and gave the crayon-marked wallpaper a despairing side-eye. He tried to scratch some crayon off, grimacing in dismay.

You encouraged a 'nurse' to spill a bag of 'blood' over Kento; he performed exquisite manoeuvres to save his coat, before sternly berating her-- "I'd rather not explain that to the dry cleaners, thank you."

Eventually, leaning back on a rickety wooden railing on a platform above the exit, you and Yuuji admitted defeat. Yuuji rubbed your shoulder in sweet conciliation.

"I told you," Yuuji sighed, as if you didn't already know, "Nanamin just isn't scared of anything."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I just--"

The crack of the rail breaking behind you and Yuuji pierced the night, and you plummeted to the ground below, the air punching out of your lungs. Coughing, groaning, and dazed, you barely registered Kento calling your name, and calling your name, and CALLING YOUR NAME--

"--shit--" Kento swore, pale, and checking your head, and your eyes, and your body, and your eyes, and cupping your cheeks and surveying you for hurt or damage or injury, "--shit, are you hurt? Say something-- say something--"

You coughed, flapping a hand, saved by your Cursed Energy. "Fine, Kento, I'm fine--"

"-- jesus christ...you scared me."

You blinked up at him, feeling like the worst wife in the world. "I...scared you?"

Kento wasn't listening, still feeling your body all over in pale concentration. Yuuji sat up beside you, watching from beneath his goggles, cap and mask. He opened his mouth to speak, and Kento did not look up, but raised a single stern finger to point at him.

"Not a word, Itadori-kun. You scared me too."

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love--and--venom · 12 days ago

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Protective Instincts: Ateez

Summary: Your best friend shows his possessive nature when another man harasses you

Warnings: Misogynistic comments, intimidation, threats of violence, if I missed anything lmk

The final installment of Protective Instincts!

Protective Instincts Masterlist

Kim Hongjoong

Oh captain, my captain. Atiny knows that ninety five percent of the time, Hongjoong is such a sweetheart. But that last five percent? He’s the fucking master of predator eyes. That intimidating aura works so well for him on stage. Normally when it’s directed at us, it’s light-hearted and doesn’t really have much weight behind it. But on the off chance that he’s truly angry, it’s the scariest thing to see.

You’re beyond relieved that you’ve never been on the receiving end of his glare. Not that Hongjoong could ever be that upset with you. Honestly, his members are a little jealous. But even they get a watered-down version of his intimidation factor. He doesn’t want to scare the people he cares about. Although, he’s more than willing to go all-in when someone is making you uncomfortable. One pleading look from you has him crossing the room in an instant, sliding right up to pull you against his side. The relief that fills your chest is coupled with a blush rising to your cheeks and you have to actively ignore the way his hand falls so naturally to your hip. The guy that was relentlessly flirting two seconds ago is rendered speechless from the malice hidden under the surface of Hongjoong’s smile. While the dude flounders for an excuse, you peek up at Hongjoong. From your angle, that glare makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, which worsen significantly when he glances down at you with a warm softness in his eyes. You don’t even notice the other guy leave until Hongjoong asks if you’re okay. You nod, a little shaky but you’re clearly relaxing now that the other guy is gone. Hongjoong’s grin turns genuinely bright when you immediately agree to stick by him for the rest of the night. You assume that he’s going to put a bit of distance between you now, seeing as he generally dislikes skinship. You’re surprised he’s even kept you pressed to his side for this long. You’re proven wrong when he slides his thumb into your belt loop, letting his hand relax while keeping you close. He may have thoroughly confused you, but you’re just savoring the moment along with how warm he is. Damn, and he smells good. Wooyoung wiggles his eyebrows at you from across the room. You resist the urge to fan your face while tuning back into the conversation in front of you. Hongjoong makes it difficult to concentrate, and he knows it.

Park Seonghwa

Seonghwa doesn’t seek out confrontation. He’s easy to get along with, so he has no need to waste energy being angry for no reason. That’s until someone messes with the people he loves. When that happens, Seonghwa has no qualms about returning the energy. You’re at a fairly large party, which already makes you anxious. You’ve been floating around the groups of idols and non-idols alike, mostly listening to whichever Ateez member is closest to you. At the moment, you’re alone. You have no idea where any of the boys went, and you didn’t want to ruin their fun, so you leaned against the wall in a way you hoped looked casual. The universe has a cruel sense of humor. You’re already jittery and worried about looking weird. And yet in the worst, most twisted joke possible, your fucking high school bully walks into the room. This girl made your life absolute hell just for the fun of it, and now she’s walking toward you with a shit-eating grin. She stops in front of you and the guy she’s with drapes his arm across her shoulders. You cross your arms and shrink in on yourself as she passive-aggressively points out every one of your insecurities. It’s been years but you still don’t know how to tell her to shut the fuck up. Luckily for you, Seonghwa seems to have a sixth sense for when your mood drops. He appears at your side out of nowhere right as she asks how you got into this ‘exclusive’ party, stunning her when he answers by saying he invited you. He effortlessly brushes off her rude comments about you, countering them with a plethora of compliments that redden your cheeks. The final nail in the coffin comes when he switches his intense stare to the guy next to your bully. Without even acknowledging her, he says that she should tell her boyfriend to keep his eyes to himself. Before either of them can react, Seonghwa turns back to her and, with a sly grin, brags about how lucky he is to have you. Her jaw drops while Seonghwa leads you out of the room with a hand resting on your lower back. As you approach the rest of the group, he leans down and whispers that you’ll be having a talk when you get home (wink).

Jeong Yunho

Who needs offense when you have such good defense? You certainly don’t. Not when you can just hide behind Yunho and practically disappear. However, you’re not usually the one that initiates this little routine. Nah, that would be all on Yunho. If he thinks someone is standing a little too close for comfort, he’ll tug you closer to his side by your belt loop. If he thinks a creep is trying to peek under your skirt, he’ll gently maneuver you to stand in front of him. He’s pretty much your one-man protection squad, so much so that you’re hardly ever aware of the issue in the first place. But now you’re rushing over to him with some dude two steps behind you. Yunho’s on high alert the moment you step behind him and grip the back of his hoodie. His look of concern shifts to anger once he sees the tears brimming in your eyes. He offers his hand to you, feeling a primal sense of satisfaction despite the situation when you instantly latch on to him. The guy that followed you is trying to lean around Yunho, but is shoved back by the idol’s free hand. He stares the stranger down while asking you what happened. You quietly tell him that this guy grabbed your arm after you declined a date. He tilts his head and forcefully asks the guy why he was bothering you, his girlfriend. You can’t see the man’s reaction, but you hear his scoff before he goes off on a rant about how you were ‘such a bitch’ and that you should’ve just said you were taken. You cautiously take half a step to the side so you can watch for the guy’s next move. And this asshole tries to push past Yunho?! What, did he think the tiny sliver of your body showing was an opportunity? An invitation? For a moment you’re afraid of the guy . There was nothing to worry about, though, since Yunho shields your body with his own, dropping his hands protectively against your hips as he borderline growls for the guy to back the fuck up. The guy actually listens, albeit with an obscene amount of attitude. Once he’s gone, Yunho pulls you to stand in front of him and you are more than happy to comply. Especially when he’s pressed flush against your back with his arms around your shoulders.

Kang Yeosang

Another pretty face, deep voice double kill. Yeosang has a whole goodie bag full of unexpected ways he’s intimidating. Anyone that knows Yeosang knows that he hardly ever fights back. He lets his members manhandle him, he let Wooyoung steal his corndog, and he generally just doesn’t give a shit. Atiny is shouting from the rooftops for Yeosang to use those bigass biceps to stand up for himself, but he doesn’t really need to cus he trusts his members. If he asks them to stop doing something, they will. This does not apply to strangers, especially when said stranger is hitting on you relentlessly. He’s not one to step in right away, since he knows you can handle yourself for the most part. When you look at him with a face that screams ‘this is so annoying please help’, he’s quick to attach himself to your side. On his way over, Yeosang drops his hoodie on the back of a chair so that when he crosses his arms and tilts his head at the strange man, his full physique is on display. You’re distracted by his arms because holy shit, the compression shirt. Are you drooling? You might be, to be perfectly honest, but Yeosang ignores it (for now) in favor of interrogating the guy that’s been harassing you. His regular speaking voice isn’t that deep, but he drops it an octave as he asks this rando who he is and why he’s bothering you. The guy stutters over an answer and Yeosang catches you completely off guard when he pulls you closer by your hip and tells the dude to stop bothering his girlfriend. You’re stuck processing the fact that Yeosang initiated skinship and said the two of you were dating, so you don’t even notice the other guy scurry away. You also don’t notice the way your jaw slightly drops until Yeosang gently closes it with a finger under your chin and a smug grin on his face. You’re certain he can feel how warm the sudden flush made you, but he obviously doesn’t care since he doesn’t look like he’s moving anytime soon. You’re left struggling to avoid staring while he chats with some of his other friends. He’s not making it easy. You can’t prove it, but you swear he’s flexing on purpose.

Choi San

San knows when something’s off even before you do. He’s a protector by nature. He’s constantly looking out for you and his members and is usually one of the first to swoop in and help. This applies heavily when you’re involved. San is part of the demon line for a reason. Don’t fucking mess with him or the people he cares about. You’re regretting your decision to ask San for help at the gym. Every goddamn set ends with him telling you to do one more like four times. You listen, obviously, but you’re shooting daggers at him between sets as you hunch over to catch your breath. The whole time, San’s been laughing at your dramatics and giving you plenty of encouragement. But he’s also been keeping a wary eye on a man that’s been coincidentally doing all of the same exercises you were doing. Coincidence, my ass. This guy has been blatantly checking you out for the better part of an hour and it’s leaving a bad taste in San’s mouth. The man hasn’t tried anything, probably because of the dirty looks being sent his way by San, but that doesn’t mean it’ll stay like that. San is keeping you close to both deter the guy and keep you oblivious. If he can avoid bringing the other man to your attention, he will. There’s no need for added stress. San feels it in his gut that the creep will try something if you’re alone, so when you have to use the bathroom, he begrudgingly agrees. Does he want to walk you over? Yes. Does he have a justifiable reason to do so? Well, yeah. But he doesn’t want to tell you because he doesn’t want to make you anxious anymore than you already are. The gym makes you nervous sometimes. The ‘we don’t judge’ slogan doesn’t always go into practice. Anyway, he’s right. San only looked at his phone for a fucking minute and the dude seized the opportunity, ambushing you as you stepped out of the restroom. This man doesn’t get a single word out before San yanks him away from you by the back of his shirt. Any and all arguments die in the guy’s throat when he sees 1, the terrifying glare on San’s face and 2, the amount of raw power San obviously has in his muscles. The guy pulls an ‘oh sorry thought you were someone else!’ and speed-walks away. You question San, but he tells you not to worry about it as he steers you back to your workout with a hand on your lower back.

Song Mingi

Another wonderful hiding spot! Unlike Yunho, Mingi doesn’t always notice the little interactions that could make you uncomfortable. You and Mingi are both painfully oblivious most of the time. If neither of you ever actually see the creepy behavior, that means it doesn’t exist! Perfect logic. Until an old man is blatantly and grossly loud with his comments. Apparently the world is this man’s diary, cus he’s just saying everything that crosses his mind. Mind you, this is a quiet cafe. There’s literally no reason to be borderline shouting, especially since there are kids at a nearby tabe. The old man is eyeing you up while he talks about the fun you could have with an ‘experienced man’. You cringe and shrink in on yourself, crossing your arms to try and cover the sliver of skin showing between your shirt and pants. Oh. Oh fuck no. Mingi is not about to stand there and listen to this bullshit. In any other situation, being cornered would put you in fight or flight mode. But this is Mingi. He always has your best interest in mind. You trust him with your life, and vice versa. Mingi backs up, forcing you to do the same until you’re in the corner of the cafe with him acting as a human shield. The old man immediately turns on Mingi, now fully shouting profanities and growing increasingly aggressive. Mingi’s glare turns scary and snaps at the guy to shut the fuck up. The man is momentarily shocked into silence, but it’s more than enough time for the shy barista to speak up. She tells him to leave or she’ll call the cops, and luckily the man listens. Mingi’s face softens as he thanks the barista and apologizes to the mom and her kids for his language. The barista throws a free pastry in with your coffee order. You can tell that Mingi is still angry as you walk down the street. After mulling it over for a few seconds, you grab his hand and suggest going to a nearby park to relax. He perks up and tugs you toward the park while you giggle at his quick mood flip. He sits under a big tree and maneuvers you so you’re sitting between his legs. Mingi dives enthusiastically into a detailed description of his most recent Valorant match with Yunho. You smile and nod in all the right places, but you’re internally freaking out. Which is totally understandable, to be honest.

Jung Wooyoung

I don’t know how it’s possible, but Wooyoung is somehow passive-aggressive and plain aggressive at the same time. The sass level is off the charts. It doesn’t matter if it’s a guy or a girl bothering you, he’s stepping in and putting them in their place. The two of you are doing one of the best boring day activities: wandering the mall, window shopping, and getting yourselves a little treat. You drift away from Wooyoung as the two of you browse a small comic shop. You’re skimming the blurb on the back of a sci-fi novel, minding your own damn business, when this random girl waltzes right up to you and strikes up a conversation. Okay, you weren’t expecting this much social interaction, but she’s so excited to be gushing about the book you’re holding. Her face drops a little when you tell her you’ve never heard of the series before, but she brushes past it and starts praising the author and their writing style. She stops in the middle of her sentence to scrunch her eyebrows at the keychain hanging on your cross-body bag. It’s a drawing of wooyonyang sealed in acrylic, but it’s not one sold on the KQ website. Wooyoung had it specially made as a birthday gift last year, and he drew his Aniteez counterpart himself. It wasn’t a very good drawing, but you cherished it dearly. It seems this girl is an Atiny cus she’s now interrogating you about the keychain and where you got it. You try to deflect it by saying it was a gift, but she’s persistent and asks who got it for you and if they got it off Etsy. You don’t want to say it’s from Wooyoung. For one thing, you don’t want to give any hints about his personal life, but you also don’t want this girl to try and get to him through you. The girl looks at something behind you and her jaw drops. You turn to see the man himself inspecting a figurine a few feet away. He must’ve felt your stare, since he glances over at you and waves. The moment his attention is back on the figure, this girl turns aggressive. She’s in your face, calling you a whore while poking your chest with an accusatory finger. You have absolutely no idea what to do. Luckily, you don’t have to do anything. Wooyoung hears the insults being thrown at you and drops the figure back on the shelf. He comes up behind you so he can press himself as close as physically possible with his chest to your back. You’re used to hugs from him, but this one feels different as his arms wrap possessively around your waist. He squishes his cheek against yours and in a deceptively sweet voice, asks the starstruck girl why she’s insulting you. She blinks once, twice, then furrows her eyebrows. Her attitude drops and she’s wondering why it matters. Oh, it fucking matters. Wooyoung, with all the confidence in the world, looks this girl dead in the eye and tells her not to fuck with his girlfriend. She leaves so fast you half expected a trail of smoke to follow her. You wiggle out of Wooyoung’s hold to glare at him, scolding him since that girl will probably spread around the rumor. He shrugs, smirks at you, then grabs your hand to drag you out of the store. He loudly interrupts your argument, saying he doesn’t care. Let the rumor spread. Jung Wooyoung, you have some goddamn explaining to do, but it doesn’t look like that’s happening anytime soon.

Choi Jongho

To the public, Jongho typically appears serious and mature, with shining moments of humor. To you and the rest of Ateez, Jongho is like his Aniteez counterpart: a big, fluffy, adorable teddy bear. He’s physically one of the strongest members, but since he’s also the youngest, he still gets doted on despite his protests. He pretends to be annoyed by it, but he loves his members and truly appreciates how much they care about him. He’s not affectionate, even if Wooyoung does try to kiss his cheek daily, but he shows his love in other ways. This is usually with acts of service, words of affirmation, and the occasional hug. Those hugs are a little more than ‘occasional’ when it comes to you. The older members tease him whenever he lets his cuteness aggression for you win. Listen, he likes squishing your cheeks, okay? You always scrunch up your nose when he does, and it only makes him want to bite your cheek. Platonically, of course (suuure). Long story short, he cares fiercely and uses his strengths to his advantage when someone is making you uncomfortable. It wasn’t uncommon for you to hang around at the KQ studio. It’s still a smaller company, so you’re familiar with most of the employees. Even if you don’t know them well, you can still recognize everyone’s faces. Today when you walk in, there’s a new face amongst the backup dancers. You greet everyone and take your usual seat on the floor between a cabinet and the soundboard. You like to tuck yourself away while they rehearse so you don’t get in anyone’s way, even though Hongjoong has reassured you numerous times you’re not in the way. Practice is going like normal and everyone is taking a water break. Little cliques form around the room with one person breaking away from the rest. The new guy, whose name you still don’t know, stands directly in front of you. He literally talks down to you, since he refuses to sit or crouch to be on your level. Your neck cranes uncomfortably as you try to figure out what the fuck he’s going on about. One second he’s saying how complicated the choreography is, the next he’s asking for your number. Typical. You politely decline and turn back to your phone, only to jolt from him kicking your shoe. You whip your head up, ready to curse him out, but falter at his sinister grin. He’s blatantly trying to look down your shirt and you hug your knees to your chest. His comments are getting increasingly aggressive, making you curl further into yourself. He’s looming with a hand on the wall above you, pretty much caging you in. He opens his mouth again, probably to call you a bitch for turning down a nice guy like him, but a hand roughly pulls him back by his shoulder. The dancer’s body is replaced with Jongho’s and you sag in relief. Jongho has his back to you, which means you have to force yourself to focus on the conversation and not his ass. He doesn’t need to say anything to the dancer. A glare and one eyebrow raising is enough to make the dancer retreat with his tail tucked between his legs. Jongho shares a knowing look with Hongjoong. The captain nods and silently leaves the room to speak with the manager of the backup dancers. With that taken care of, Jongho turns and crouches in front of you. He reaches out, and you automatically brace yourself for more face squeezes. You’re pleasantly surprised when he gently brushes his knuckles across your cheek, giving you a soft smile before he returns to practice. You watch him walk away with a flush rising on your face. You can tell by their shit eating grins that Mingi and Wooyoung are about to tease Jongho, but Seonghwa stops them with a pinch to their ribs and a sharp look. Not this time. Not when Jongho is so obviously satisfied with himself.

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