#im visibly vibrating while writing it

[blackhillverse]

i am happy to announce i am COOKING a proper multi-chapter blackhill fanfiction for the first time in YEARS and i cannot wait to share it with you guys!!!

[c0llisiion]

Pairing: hwang hyunjin + f!reader

★ : Drabble, voyeurism (noncon) , roommate!hj , reader is horny ash — lmk if i missed any!

W/C: 794

A/N: HIIIIIII!!!! Im back w a new skz drabble HEHE i was like thinking about writing this a while ago and then finally decided to do it so my block doesn’t get the best of me 😹 not rlly sure of the ending and im kinda eh on the entire fic but anyways enjoy! <333

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Thinking about roommate Hyunjin accidentally catching you playing with yourself in the living room. He couldn’t deny the fact that he had a huge crush on you since the day you moved in and only didn’t make a move because you were his roommate. This wasn’t the first time he has caught you in an act like this, though. He has heard your guttural moans through the thin walls every time you thought he wasn’t home. It was an accident at first, but as time went on, he started doing it on purpose. Hyunjin was kind of closed off. He didn’t necessarily talk to you that much, only occasional small talks or about rent. Most of the time, yall were just locked up in your own rooms and only saw each other in the mornings when you both left for university. You knew that after university he would go off to his studio for a couple of hours and only return around 7-8, which gave you the perfect opportunity to do whatever you wanted and pretend everything was alright once he was back, but since that one fateful day, Hyunjin's schedule changed. He never told you he was coming home early. You were still under the impression that he was at his studio. Little did you know he would come home earlier than expected. His back was pressed against the wall that separated your room and his hand glided up and down over his lengthy shaft. Beads of sweat trickled down his neck, and his eyes shut tight as he listened to your sweet moans and the whirring of your vibrator. You were loud, and it allowed him to imagine you however he wanted. He wanted you so bad. He wanted you under his lean build, begging for him to go faster and deeper. He wanted to know how soft and warm your pussy was. How it would feel around his length. How tight you were. His breath quivered as his hands increased in pace. The image of your ass rippling every time it came into contact with his pelvis. Thinking about all the dirty things he would whisper into your ears. Filling you up with his hot cum over and over again till it drips down your legs. He couldn’t get enough of you. As your moans died down, he would glance at his hands to be greeted by his own load of cum, staining his abdomen and legs. 

That day, he actually missed out on your session since he had a few things to finish. He came home frustrated and exhausted, notifying you that he was going to sleep and to not disturb him before passing out on his bed. What seemed like a couple of hours later, Hyunjin slowly opened his bedroom door, groggy and still not fully awake, but was immediately brought back to earth when he heard your whines and whimpers out in the wild. He walked a bit closer into the living room, and his eyes went wide as he watched you play with yourself. The living room setting made it impossible for you to notice anyone standing behind you, so you just kept going, hoping the loud movie sound was enough to mute out your moans. He was painfully hard. A large tent was clearly visible in his gray sweatpants. He gulped as he watched your fingers go in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your other hand was on your clit, rubbing soft circles on the sensitive nub, making you whine and whimper. Your fingers curled into your gspot, making you arch your back softly against the couch cushions. Your hands reached up to squeeze and play with your perky tits, making you gush even more. Hyunjin shuddered at the sight. His vision went almost blurry at hearing your obscene, dirty talk. His hand subconsciously went down to palm at his erection. Palm running over the painfully hard length. His breath was faltering as he continued watching you. Precum started leaking out of his tip, creating a wet patch on the crotch of his sweats. But he wasn’t paying any mind to that. He was just focused on you and how you pleasured yourself. The way your body responded to your own touches was driving him crazy. Your fingers started picking up pace, making your body writhe. Breathy moans escaping your wet lips. As you increased your pace, he too started palming himself at the same rate but was quickly brought back to earth, realizing how wrong it is to watch you at your most vulnerable and intimate moment without your consent. He gulped before slowly heading back to his room and shutting his door as gently as possible, making sure you couldn’t hear.

A/N : THANK YOU FOR READING!!!! ICB WE ARE VV CLOSE TO HITTING 1K 😭😭😭😭🎀🎀🎀 lowkey crazy. BUT ANYWAYS I MIGHT DROP AN AU IN HONOUR SOOOO HEHE ILY GUYS SMM!!

Masterlist!

[burntb4bydoll]

I love ur fics sm!! :D I read you post ab bratty reader w bill and I was wondering if you could do one with Tom or geroge🫣 I’m so down bad for them 😫

YESS omg ive been thinking about writing a Tom version and now Im writing Tom AND Georg?? Absolutely perfect.

Tom Kaulitz/Georg Listing x bratty reader

Tom Kaulitz

•would probably laugh at you if you gave him an attitude

•he would fake pout and mock you when you talk back to him

•it would take a lot to actually get him pissed off, he treats your brattiness like a game

•but if you catch him in an off mood he’ll put an end to it quickly

•he’ll make you apologize to him, and if you don’t?

•he’ll use a vibrator on you while making you suck him off and you bet your ass you’re not allowed to cum

•grabs fistfuls of your hair and literally face fucks you if you continue with the bratty behavior

•sometimes he’ll fuck you for as long as he wants, and only lets you cum when you’re begging for it

Georg Listing

•if you’re teasing him in front of people he would get visibly upset

•and it’s scary but it a hot way yk?

•because he doesn’t go easy on you

•now if you have an attitude with him?

•he does NOT put up with it

•he grabs you by the hair and gives you a warning look while telling you to knock it off

•he’ll say shit like

“stop before you make me even more mad.” or “you better lose the attitude, and wipe that smile off your face.”

•you only get one warning before you’re pulled over his knee while he spanks your ass until handprints form

•he’ll sit there for hours if he has to, he’ll go until you learn to behave

•he’ll be so soft with you afterwards tho

•he tells you that he had to do it to ‘make you his good girl again’

[l0vem41l]

Can I request a Jonathan ohnn or Spot fic with a one bed trope. I need some fluff with this dude

one bed.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited asf, reader and johnathan are awkward, pre-collider, it's silly, fluff (???), I ACC LOVE THIS TROPE... FORCE THE PROXIMITY!!! 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. the spot/johnathan ohnn

author's note: YES!!! tried 2 write with less story and more,, headcanon-y cuz im low on brain juice,,, so sorry!!! o(ˉ▽ˉ；)ブ

▸ whatever scenario has brought you to the situation you are now in, he will adamantly refuse when you offer to sleep on the floor, too concerned for your comfort to let you do such a thing for him.

will NOT suggest that the two you share the bed though. not outright at least.....

▸ will kinda look at you for a moment like "ohhh whatever shall we dooooo?" like boy,,,, ur UNSUBTLE.

▸ when you suggest it (trying to find a compromise where both of are comfortable), he's not quick to accept. yes, he wants to SAY YES, but he'll act apprehensive about it, just so he doesn't seem too eager.

doesn't wanna make it off-putting to you or make you feel uncomfortable, so he'll act like he need to think about for a bit. asks you a few hundred times if you're really okay with it.

the minute he does agree, he instantly promises you plenty of space, as much blanket as you want– and will even set up a pillow barrier.

▸ "dude."

"hm?" he's halfway to organizing the extra pillows to divide his space on the bed from yours. he seems determined with the task at hand, not even looking up at you when you speak.

you're unsure whether to sigh or laugh at his antics. "don't overthink it, johnathan. it's fine."

his shoulders visibly relax at the assertion that you're okay with it. he glances up, sheepishly meeting your eyes. "oh... yeah- yeah, you're right. sorry. hold on."

a light chuckle escapes your lips, as you help him rearrange the pillows, tearing down the barrier. "nah. it's okay."

your hands brush as you both reach for the same pillow and he looks up at you biting the inside of his cheek and desperately trying to Act Normal

▸ once you've both gotten ready and are actually in bed, you can FEEL the tension in the room. it's a horrible silence where both of you are holding your breath, waiting for the other to say something.

you're lying on your side, facing away from him, while johnathan lies on his back. he's praying you can't hear the loud pounding of his heart.

you can't. you're too occupied being anxious about whether he notices you're practically vibrating out of sheer nervousness.

▸ eventually, you feel his gaze on the back of you head and decide to break the silence.

"...you uh... comfortable?" you mutter over to him, not turning around.

he nods, thoughtless, forgetting you aren't exactly facing him. "you?"

you're unsure of what to say. the answer is a loud, honest, and resounding "no," and not because of him– not really– but because man, this would be a lot more comfortable if you weren't afraid to accidentally brush against each other's shoulders.

it would definitely prevent you from falling off the bed- which you were almost guaranteed to do in this position.

your silence is enough for him.

"you can move in closer. if you want. not- not if you don't want to, of course. just for your sake. you're practically clinging to the edge."

"yeah, no shit."

▸ as you shift closer to him– much closer than he expected, he shuts his eyes.

"okay so... goodnight."

your eyes flutter shut as well, murmuring a "goodnight" in response under your breath.

-

waking up is easily the worst part.

the golden rays of sun spill through the gap between the curtains and you groan, about to turn over and bury your face in the pillow.

you begin your attempt– but then freeze, realizing his arms are wrapped around you and his cheek is smushed against your shoulder.

he probably isn't the only one who moved in his sleep, considering you're comfortably nestled against his side.

this snaps you almost wide awake, unsure of what to do as you lay as still as possible, trying not to wake him up.

part of you wants to save him the embarrassment and just gently nudge him off of you and wake up later to pretend like nothing happened– but he stirs in his sleep as you make an attempt to gently move his arm. you feel your jaw tense– but as he settles back into full unconsciousness, you let out a small breath of relief.

silently, you held a hope that maybe he'd move on his own if given enough time.

...

any minute now.

... ...

any minute now.

oop– he shifted!! and...

okay, still no.

... ... ... this is getting tedious. you're heart is racing like you're watching a horror movie, waiting for a jumpscare to occur.

instead, he nuzzles his cheek into your shoulder.

great.

▸ you settle on accepting your fate, attempting to fall back asleep. then, when he wakes up– he'll deal with the embarrassment of the whole thing himself! you'll just move on like this whole thing never even happened, and things will be fine.

yeah. right.

▸ you do in fact, manage to fall asleep again.

you don't... wake up in time after that. in fact, it's well past the time you're supposed to wake up when you're nudged from your peaceful state.

"helloo?... hey," johnathan says your name, in a way where you can tell he's trying to be sweet in order not to invoke any morning wrath, "time to get up."

he shakes your shoulder gently. you groan, suppressing the urge to toss the pillow you're resting on in his face.

except you open your eyes and realize you are in fact– surprise, surprise– not sleeping on a pillow. your head had been rested on his arm. when this happened, you don't know.

"please? i–" johnathan pauses, moving his fingers as if to check if they were still working "...wow, that– that is numb. i actually can't feel my arm anymore."

you immediately shoot up, sitting upright in the bed, mortified.

"i'm so sorry." you sputter, your face getting hotter by the minute. he shakes his head, trying to find words to say.

"no, no, no! you looked comfortable, i didn't want to wake you up, i should be sorry."

none of you are discussing the fact that you two were just cuddling. might as well be kissing the homies gn smh /j

you try not to think about it as he buys you breakfast as an indirect apology for the little incident. part of you thinks it's great to get possibly the most comfortable sleep in your life and then wake up to a free breakfast.

the more rational part of you is completely and utterly humiliated.

but a teeny tiny voice in your brain says maybe you wouldn't have minded if it happened again,,, even without the free breakfast part

as for johnathan? he's secretly hoping there won't ever be enough beds for the two of you ever again.

– reblogs always appreciated!

[coriphallus]

A little rant on patch 6 and the implications for bg3's future

Okay, bear with me for a sec its gonna go somewhere eventually. My first bg3 run (thats spammed here on this blog) i played ascended astarion/dark urge romance where i picked the reject bhaal and become the absolute ending.

as it was my first playthrough on release i was vibrating off mt seat and i didnt really have elaborate HCs or anything, i was just doing a quick evil run until the bugs get sorted out. i didn't think much beyond "yes this dude would want the shiny stones for himself"

first time i saw astarion enthralled, i was confused. he asked me to do it, he was quite insistent on it since the beginning of the game. i was confused for a couple of hours, digesting the entire game i just played. Then it hit me; the game was calling me out. it was telling me ive been stupid for not having seen this coming and at that point i felt awe.

it was right, everything pointed to this, it was right in front of my eyes all i needed was to connect the dots that the game laid out quite visibly and i was just too caught up to see.

'well my durge would never do that' didnt matter because thats exactly what the companions thought. Gale thought the powers of an insatiable weave wouldnt corrupt him, that he'd stay true to himself, shadowheart thought shar had blessed and her she'd guide her, that she could be her true self under her influence, astarion thought he'd be free, that he'd cherish the bond he'd made with the player but at the end of the day power reveals; and when that power is acquired through the corpses of thousands its quite evident that Absolute power corrupts absolutely. IT WAS IN THE FKIN NAME.

it was a shining bait i was so focused on getting my hands on that i didn't look back to see the mountain of corpses i had to step on to get there. the game was telling me 'HEY LOOK AT EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO GET HERE, LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE OTHERS WHO THOUGHT THEY COULD ACHIEVE THIS, DO YOU THINK YOU'D HOLD HANDS AND SING KUMBAYA WITH YOUR FRIENDS AFTER ALL THIS?'

just as there was never an option where frodo could stab saurons flaming eyeball and sit on his throne with the ring on his finger and sam at his side, there was never an ending i could get my 'happy ending' the way id like it to. i wanted frodo to remain in middle earth and have some peace in the end, i didnt understand how he was 'too changed' to remain and sam wasnt when i first read the books. i was angry even, that i didnt get what i wanted. it wasnt like tolkien haphazardly put together an ending out of his ass bcs he didnt know what to do with the characters, its not that he didn't think while writing that the fans would hate it, he wrote a story that achieved its catharsis by reaching its narrative conclusion. it couldnt have done that any other way. it was deliberate. i may not have understood or agreed at the time but it was the story he wanted to tell, and it wouldnt be one of the greatest stories ever told if the writer wanted to please a 10 y/o like myself.

it was never out of character for my durge at all, i was just blissfully avoiding the NARRATIVE.

months later we get this absolute narrative abomination:

and all i can say is im worried.

im worried bcs this is a clear disrespect to the story they've written, im worried bcs if they can do off with huge plot elements and beats such as this just like that it shows a lack of commitment to their own plot and if a huge Point of the game can be treated like a minor mistake than what else can? was is just a lack of oversight that laezel gets killed under vlaakith? can it be waved off if enough vlaakith loving gith players come together and shout loud enough that they want to ride alongside their queen with their gith gf?

what part of the game is tangible to hold on to, and after two years worth of patches that are made to appease the fans at the expense of the story, will it still be the game i fell in love with?

i dont blame the fans for wanting, i blame the devs for delivering. that they could sacrifice the integrity of a pretty straightforward story bodes ill tidings for the future of this game.

yes i wanted this feature, but i was glad i wasn't given it. i may have been confused and slightly miffed that i didn't get to reign supreme with my evil bf, but i immensely respected the game that could call me out on it. i wish they could show the same respect to their own writing.

[lace-coffin]

Hi im that person that asked for the stufed toy thing and oh my god i loved it so much i loved everything and onece your requests are open sorry im asking while they are shut i had this sudden idea for a request sorry😭😭 ive also kinda got 2 ideas soooo sorry😅

But like a reader that is obsessed with drawing and loved to draw cute and sweet drawings to give to asa to do with their hyper fixation or every time they are with him they start ranting to him about it or them i dont know but he would be so educated on their hyper fixation unless its bugs then he would already know everything haha

Or idea 2

The reader likes to lick things randomly for no particular reason they just like to do it or they love physical touch and cant get enough of it always cuddling with asa at night as close as they can and just imagine them cuddling and they just lick him then he just gets confused that would be so funny to imagine😭😭

Or the reader for the same type of thing as the plushie one but instead music to calm them down and they would have like a tiny crying fit for their headphones bc i have had alot of meltdowns over not having my headphones its crazy i love your writing so much hope u have a good day❤️

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

Requests are open!

Hi I hope you like this! I totally crammed my last two fixations into this < 3

Call Asa old but he wasn’t exactly up to date on video games. He defiantly was now at least, not that he had much choice. You were always flipping between interests, intensely talking and interacting with one topic for weeks or months at a time and then switching to another that catches your interest. It’s been Sonic The Hedgehog for atleast 3 weeks now.

He didn’t exactly picture his desk to be filled with pictures of anthropomorphic hedgehogs but here he is, he kinda signed up for this when he stuffed you into the trunk, knowingly or not. As long as you’re happy then he’s happy, even if he thinks you’re spending a little too much time on that GameCube you begged him to bring to hotel..

A few weeks pass and it’s now the Saw franchise. Victims being “tested” in disgusting gory traps by a man that fancies himself to be god? This is more up to his speed..pun unintended.

A series of excited knocks sound from the door of your masters workroom. Stretching his taught shoulders and neck he takes inventory of his aching muscles, he supposes he can take a break to spend some time with his puppy. Slumping back in the chair and swinging it to face to door Asa calls you in. “Enter”

Keeping your eyes pinned to the floor until given further permission you enter the room, shuffling over to drop to your knees in front of your owner, waiting for the order. The currently unmasked man drinks in your appearance, oversized jumper falling to sit on your neatly pressed together thighs and the collar he places on you every morning slightly twisted, the tag not where it should be.

“Eyes up pet” he says firmly, snapping his fingers to emphasise the point. Jumping a little at the suddenness you snap your eyes up to meet a fond look on master’s face, you relax a little, letting out a sigh.

Shuffling to prop his chin up with his fist in interest, Asa continues.

“What can I do for you pet?”

Visibly perking up and practically vibrating on the wooden floor you push the paper into Asa’s face, defiantly too close, there’s no way he can actually see it like that. Realising this you settle to put it in his lap and stare back at him hopefully.

“I drew more pictures! I wanted you to see..” you reply a little shy, suddenly realising how loud and excitable you had been, insecurity creeping in. Asa recognises you shrinking in on yourself and tuts. “Can I see, cricket?” He adds softly, prompting you to show him what you’ve been working on, he never wants you to feel ashamed about you’re passions even if you’ve been taught in the past to ‘tone it down’

Asa wants all of you, he accepted that from the moment he hoisted you into the box, to the moments when he firmly settles the collar around your throat every morning.

Soft smile settling onto your face you hand over the paper, not ignoring the way your knuckles brush against your masters during the exchange.

You wait with baited breath as he looks the paper over, you know he would never say anything demeaning about your art but you can’t help feel a little anxiety when letting someone in on something special to you. Todays drawing is a rough sketch of your for a saw trap, it’s grisly and frankly disgusting, you don’t envy anyone that would end up strapped down and desperate on the other end of it. Obviously you have no need for a contraption like that, but it’s only an (admittedly) sick fantasy.

After flicking through the diagrams and reading the notes as best he can (it’s not your fault he can’t read you’re handwriting well 🙄) a strange look crosses his face..it’s almost like you can see the cogs working in his brain. this could either be fantastic or a disaster, Asa isn’t one to do things half assed, it’s always all or nothing.

“Can I use this?” The silence is suddenly broken, his sclera eyes raising to meet your own, not any less eerie than when hidden behind his mask.

A strange feeling begins to pool in your stomach, should you feel exited? Proud that he wants to use your plans? Or disgusted? Sick to your stomach that the plans you never envisioned actually coming to fruition will be used to torture some poor individual? Unsure how to feel or respond you stare back at him, lips slightly parted as if trying to muster something up.

“These are wonderful cricket, they may need a little tinkering to make them functional but regardless this design is…fascinating.” A sickly sweet smile sits on your masters lips as he hands the paper back to you, ruffling your hair and placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Stunned and with a pit in your stomach you nod dumbly, leaning into the affection and practically purring. The idea that you’ve just essentially sentenced someone to their painful and unethical demise is soul crushing…but also a little thrilling? Has your owner really rubbed off on you this much? It’s not like you don’t know what he does day in and day out but it’s never been this..personal.

Asa slaps his knees (like the old man he is) and rolls back over to the desk, pushing away his current projects and random hardware to make room for your (his) new trap.

“Can you bring me the paper please, doll?. I would like to get started as soon as possible.”

Shaking off the ever building dread you pull yourself up, a little unsteady due to the burning in your thighs from sitting in one position so long. Placing the paper on his desk you stare back at him, waiting for further instruction. you’re not sure when he ended up ingraining that response into your mind but at this point it’s not worth questioning, it’s not hard to see that the pair of you are living in your own little world outside of normal society by now.

“You’re welcome to either sit by me as I work and give input considering it’s you’re design or you may sit on your bed and wait for me to finish”

You glance over at the cushy pet bed across the room from Asa’s desk…a lay down does sound ideal right now, maybe a nap will help clear your head? Or swallow the guilt.

“I’m gonna lay down sir, maybe nap a little, promise I won’t snore and distract you” you tease, giggling and feeling a little better in yourself.

Asa huffs out a chuckle at your joke. “I’ll be sure you don’t little bug.” He says, smiling gently at you. You turn to leave before being stopped in your tracks.

“One more thing, pet”

Cool gloved hands slide around your neck making you shiver at the contact, the small misplaced silver tag is slid back into its original place, proudly stating your name and owner on the front like a brand.

“There we go, much better”

Blushing a little you thank your owner and wonder off to the dog bed, curling up and lazily watching him work from afar.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hiya!! Can u do pomni, jax and ragatha x cold bug reader who makes silly bug sounds plssz:33 tysm!!!!

Pomni, Jax, and Ragatha x reader who makes bug noises!

i wasnt sure what counts as bug noises and what doesnt so i kind of made guesses! hope thats okay anon! writing this between waiting for my bacon to cook so if i lose my train of thought every now and then in my writing thats why </3 todays plans are all wonky since i got stuff i need to do and stuff i wanna do

POMNI:

probably thinks its an actual bug making the sounds before she realizes its you! a little put off by it but thats only because i can kind of see pomni being vaguely scared of bugs though im on the fence about that one... that said i do think over time she associates those noises with you, and thus, comfort! visibly eases up when she hears you chirping; bonus if sometimes your noises are your version of a purr and you start making them while you two are cuddling. i think she'd just melt right into you... hmm.. given that i already made the purring comparison i like to think she falls asleep against you while you're doing a long drawn out set of chirps, just very slightly vibrating as you do so. very nice very comforting

RAGATHA:

i think she would find it cute! shes only scared of centipedes, after all! loves when you make chirping sounds when she pats your head or gives you scritches... i know you said bug noises but assuming the reader is also bug like, ragatha like scratching between your antennae. like a funky cat! i dont think she would draw much attention to your noises, especially if theyre involuntary; though i think every now and then she might let a comment slip on how she thinks its endearing... hmmm... just dont make cricket sounds at night or when someone tells a bad joke it will drive her nuts/j

JAX:

speaking of cricket sounds, imagine making the noises when jax tells a really bad joke or one of his pranks fall flat. it drives him nuts, but he'll play it off with a half hearted "boooooo" and a thumbs down... you start using it as a subtle means to keep him in line/from going too far with his pranks/j except i think that might actually work though im unsure of the ethics behind that. i think sometimes he teases you for your noises, and i think this simply comes with being with jax but expect nicknames based on your bug like qualities. playfully swats you with a rolled up piece of paper every now and then. might sometimes subconsciously mimic your sounds. cant explain that one i can just see it

[hallo2838]

Hotel experience pt. 2

Notes: first thank you for the likes it motivates me to keep writing although my writing sucks and this is not proofread either please give me some feedback if you want thankyou <3.

second part of the story, there may be another part but idk yet i also love to write shorter horny prompts if you want to send me an anon or chat with me im more than open for that

Warnings: spanking, mentioned of free use, name-calling, degradation, strap on

The sight of a dirty whore with her ass up and her wet juices all on her pussy and thighs made siyeon moan. While groping her ass siyeon said with her deep voice “Fuck you are soaking wet and i didn’t even touch you properly yet. If you taste as good as your pussy looks like i have a fun long night.” The fan was horny and needed some touch so she begged siyeon to just do something. Normally after a concert she and jiu would order a late night snack at the hotel and then fuck each other senseless but tonight siyeon had a different snack, just only for herself.

She didn’t hesitate and dived her tongue in the girls pussy. “Babe you taste so sweet, i think i can do this all night long’. First she gave a couple of long licks with a flat tongue. But then she began to do the real work, sucking on the girls’ clit while still messaging the girls ass. She ate the fan’s pussy like it was her last meal. Siyeon is confident in her sex actions and defintely knows her tongue is her strength.

One time on weekly idol she mentioned that she could move her tongue really fast too. Hoping that heejin and kei would be into that and would want to get a taste of it after the episode. That plan worked and she had her tongue inside one of their pussies already 10 minutes later after the filming of weekly idol was finished, they are just some dirty sluts behind their cute image.

The pussy tasted so good that siyeon also began to moan. The vibrations of her moans sended the fan to a whole new level of horniness. With one spank again siyeon moved her hand to the wet fuckhole and pushed immediately two fingers in it. The sound of the wet gushing pussy and the moans of her slut was so naughty and siyeon loved every second of it. ‘You’re such a whore for me, look at you with your ass up and legs spread for me, youre only good for a hard pounding’ she immediately slapped her ass cheeks again. “Let me leave my handprint on your ass i know you love it” so siyeon began to spank the girl while also keeping two fingers in her pussy to feel the pussy tighten up everytime she spanked her ass.

After a few minutes of spanking the red handprint was clearly visible so siyeon decided to take a couple of pictures and sended it to their groupchat so all the girls knew what a patchethic slut she had taken this night. She always filmed their fucktoys it was fun to look at in the plane or right before the show too, unless she and her members had a quickie before the show

Even though she loves to finger the girl she was ready to give her the pounding of her life. Siyeon stroked the cock a bit and slapped it a few times against the wet pussy. She placed the tip of her cock against the opening of the fuckhole and said “I hope you’re wet enough to take my whole cock inside your fuckhole, actually i don’t care youre just going to take it if youre like it or not’. And with that she slammed her whole length inside the tight hole. She began with deep and hard strokes given the slut no time to adjust to the cock. After a few hard thrust she began to fuck the slut faster. The headboard of the bed begin to bang against the wall. Knowing that jiu was still awake to eat er late night snack but now hearing the bed and the moans through the hall made siyeon more hornier. She began to quicken her thrust. “You like it when daddy pounds you pussy right? From all the moaning i bet you love it fucking slut that you are” and with each thrust she slapped the girls ass cheeks more and more.

Eventually siyeon noticed she had to give more power to her thrust probably because her slut was close to cumming. “Don’t you dare to cum fucking slut i know you want to cum like the fucking cumwhore you are but youre only allowed if i say too. Otherwise i will punish you so hard that you can’t walk for a whole week”. She ended her threat with a harsh slap on the slut’s ass again. The girl was really close to cumming but siyeon wasn’t ready to end her night like this. So she pounded a little harder again knowing her cumwhore would get to her orgasm. She pounded the girl so hard it looked she wanted to make her cum, but she didn’t say anything just only dirty moans came from her. Eventually the girl spasmed and cummed but without permission. Siyeon noticed, she didn’t stop her pounding but continued for a few thrust to overstimulate the girl. Then she abruptly stopped taking her dick out of the warm hole and giving the ass a hard spank. “You fucking dirty slut, you cummed without my permission. I asked you one thing but youre not even able to listen youre a dumb fuckhole. I bet you enjoyed this pounding but i doubt that about your punishment’

[watatsumiis]

neuvillette with patches of scales. discuss.

HELLO YES. YES. IM SORRY I LET THIS SIT FOR A WHILE IVE BEEN GATHERING MY THOUGHTS ON IT !!

heads up, i havent caught up with the 4.1 story quests or anything just yet, so apologies if anything is inaccurate/against canon <3

im a big advocate for "give more genshin characters blatantly inhuman features" honestly, and obviously neuvillette is no exception

i imagine that, like with the adepti and youkai (in my version of teyvat anyways), most creatures with the power to take on a human form have the ability to pick what physical attributes will be masked and what will be visible/tangible, however the drawback is that the more 'human' they look, the more 'human' they will be (something about divine powers being stored in that which is divine/inhuman, idk)

Neuvillette likes to appear at least human-passing on a surface level, so he keeps his 'inhuman' features to a minimum. His antennae/horns/handles/what-have-you allow him to pick up insanely subtle vibrations in the air that give him a bit of a better insight into how those around him are feeling. It gives him an empath sort of vibe, though he doesn't always know exactly what to do with the information he's given.

I feel like he definitely does have scaly patches, though they're much more prominent underneath his clothing. They tend to cluster around his soft, vulnerable parts as an extra layer of defense just in case something bad were to happen to him (he's aware that his place as the Iudex and his loyalty to the letter of the law causes a lot of people to hate him).

The ones on his back are a deep blue, almost black if it's dark enough, and his front ones are a very very very light blue with an iridescent sheen (like how sharks have light patches on their bellies so they blend in to prey from above). his 'stomach' scales tend to be larger, softer and rounder than his back ones.

I think there's a smattering of scales on the front of his neck that you can just see above his high collar if he cranes his neck enough - there's also scales on his wrists, chest, lower stomach, armpits, inner elbows and knees.

in addition to this, i imagine him having big, platelike scales all down his spine that almost overlap each other. im thinking potentially a snake's vertebral scales, but im also rather fond of how crocodile scales look. Sometimes these can cause a bit of grief for him, as they're fairly tough, thick scales and if he has a long day of sitting up straight while appearing in court, the added pressure can cause his back to ache quite badly.

If he were to take on a more 'monsterlike' form (like if he were threatened and immediately needed more access to his powers without fully transforming), this patch would sort of expand out into a big line of spines and fins (a little like what is pictured below, but bluer and bigger)

Accompanying the scales in his humanoid form, i imagine he has some vitiligo-like patches of lighter skin that are almost imperceptible unless you're really close thanks to his pale complexion. They tend to group towards his shoulders, back, stomach and legs. HOWEVER he also has bunches of them that are so small theyre almost like inverted freckles! (these are on his cheeks, arms, hands, across his collarbone, etc)

some of them may light up (like his horn thingies do!) when he's having trouble managing his emotions (usually anger, but they may also glow when he's really really happy! i like to think that intelligent water-dwelling creatures such as him have nonverbal ways of communicating underwater). On top of that, they also glow under blacklights!

Anyways, this got a fair bit longer than intended and is a little all over the place - thank you to anybody who took the time to read this, and thanks Arden for sending in the ask, it was a delight to infodump about! :D

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! I do not consent for my works to be translated and posted elsewhere, or copy - pasted into bot or AI technology.

[scarlet-ancunin]

Ok so I had to write down my requests in my notes so I wouldn't forget them bc like I said I have the memory of a humming bird.

Could you pretty please do some morning after headcanons with our dear doctor Ian? possibly the reader taking care of them like making breakfast and maybe even reader saying sorry for being a bit rough the night before

ooh interesting sure no problem~

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Its Time To Wake Up

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping loudly by the window you were facing you crack one eye open drowsily looking around for a moment. You saw the sunlight was inside the room and you smiled tiredly.

You shifted lightly and realized there was a curled up body beside you radiating a nice welcoming heat. While looking down at them you recall the events of last night and you smile more.

You noticed they had the faintest smile on their face. That must be a good sign then and you lean down slowly and gently moved some hair out of their face. You watched Ian's chest move up and down evenly, their neck was visible and you admired how their otherwise flawless skin was marred by dark love bites you had left last night.

While watching them sleep you was admiring their hair fluffy and messy in a cute way. If you was being honest during the times when you and Ian was dating you made it your mission to play with their hair taking in how their dark roots blend into thier blonde ends.

Of course this made you recall Ian's sex hair you recall the moans of them calling your name gripping your shoulders oddly feeling the same sensation when they scratched you there.

You love them so much and on impulse leaned down and kissed them softly on the cheek. Ian felt the gentle touch on their skin and shifted a bit removing their arm from your naked torso to rub their eyes lightly "morning y/n" thier voice was thick with sleep and they leaned closer to rest their face against your neck kissing you their lightly and remaining like that.

You chuckle lightly bringing your hand up to their hair to play with it "morning love" you said lovingly. "Mm you know i love you right" Ian muffled cutely against your neck.

You felt the vibration against your neck smiling more and nod "of course i do love but i think i may love you more then you love me"

Ian protest immediately shaking their head back and forth their lips and nose grazing your neck repeatedly. "Thats an error" they muffled cutely.

You giggle lightly "okay agree to disagree then" after a long pause you hear Ian speak once more "mmm love im hungry" you laugh. "Alright but lets bathe first then ill cook what you like." You said sitting up and slipping out of bed.

You watched Ian get out of bed wincing having various love bites and nail scratches on their back as well. What can you say you wanted to Ian to be on top before you took over and it was a very good choice.

You was a little rough though going around quickly and held them "I'm sorry if i was rough with you love" Ian blushes and looked at you "its okay love just sore but i wont forgive you if you dont feed me"

You laughed helping them bathe first gently washing their back, and gently washing their hair and rinsing it out smiling. Once you both took a bath and may have had a little make out session you both dried and you dried Ian's hair watching it become fluffy and perfect once more.

You both was sitting in the kitchen eating a simple Pancakes, bacon, eggs making sure everything was perfect. Making coffee the way they like and watched them eat and talk about their work with you grown to enjoy because they had such a passion for it.

"Let me wash the dishes love" Ian would say and grab the empty plates and washed them while doing so you would hold them close making sway to the music you decided to play on Bluetooth Ian giggles and flashes that beautifully handsome smile and you almost caved.

"I love you so so much" Ian said

"I love you to"

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff, @sherazyjade, @the-masked-scorpio, @sugakookieswithacupoftae16, @happilydangerousworld, @harlekin6

[stormyoceans]

oh i love the headcanon that when they separated both puen and talay are fine. yeah they are totally fine and chill but puen's very grumpy and his manager wish he was far away from where they have shooting and talay calls all his friends with wide smile and says something like hey I'm a free man until next week let's gather. and he drinks whole bottle of wine and strokes his phone's wallpaper (which is puen's photo). then he just gets up from the table and goes outside where the full moon is visible and he dials puen's number. puen just got out of shower and was going to write something sweet and annoying to talay to wish him goodnight. of course he happily picks up the phone and listens for half an hour talay's drunk mumbling. where are you. why am i the only one who's doing the dishes I'm tired. i want you to hold me while we sleep. i want to bite that place on your inner thigh and listen how it makes you moan. i want to take a bath together. i want you to make me breakfast. come pick me up I'm sleepy. one of his friends takes the phone away from him and takes him home. the next morning talay wakes up to the smells coming from kitchen and he smiles widely and when he checks it's gyo making breakfast for both of them and there's 15 messages from puen on his phone. he eats his breakfast and reads the messages slowly and life is good again

WHEN I FIRST READ THIS I HAD TO GO TAKE WHAT I THOUGHT WAS GONNA BE JUST A QUICK TRIP TO THE WOODS TO HOWL AT THE MOON A LITTLE BUT JOKE'S ON ME BECAUSE IM STILL THERE WAILING AND LYING ON THE GROUND AND WISHING TO BECOME ONE WITH THE EARTH

im just !!!!!!!!!! SO FOND of that headcanon AND YOU MADE IT SO MUCH BETTER!!!!!!!! i just really love the idea that they CAN function without each other, that they can work and go out with friends and enjoy their hobbies even if they're not together, but that at the same time being apart makes them fully aware of how much better their life is with each other in it: puen doesn't smile nearly as much when talay isn't around and even if he does stea-- i mean, borrow one of talay's shirt to wear to bed, he has a hard time sleeping without talay next to him, while talay often overworks himself without puen coaxing him away from it and the food just doesn't seem to taste as good when talay isn't sharing it with him

and the way i can just PICTURE IT SO WELL, talay getting ready to spend a fun night out with his friends but turning a bit morose the more he drinks and then picking up his phone to check the hour and puen's image smiles back at him and suddenly talay just misses him SO MUCH he has to hear his voice, he NEEDS to. when puen picks up at the other end of the line it settles something deep inside talay's heart, an emptiness he didn't realize he was feeling: it reminds him that, despite the distance, they're still looking at the same moon

and when talay starts talking it honestly takes everything in puen not to just drop everything and go pick talay up as talay's asking him to, not to go hold him and kiss him and bite him back on that spot just under his ear that makes talay's entire body shiver. but he has work and responsibilities and people who are counting on him, so when gyo's voice replaces talay's one on the phone he just asks her to take care of talay and make sure he gets home safe. it still doesn't stop him from sending talay a string of texts with all the things he wanted to say to talay and wants him to remember: the bed feels cold without you. so many people and yet no one is as beautiful and bright as you are. i want to see your smile. i miss your smell. i love you.

and i like to think that at some point pang travels back as well and she's there for puen like gyo is there for talay (and they're there for each other when both puen and talay become insufferable): the next day she treats puen to some brunch between one press conference and another and while she talks about wanting to open her own acting agency puen's phone vibrates with an incoming message from talay. yeah, life is good after all

[fillinforlater]

You asked for it

Male Reader x Im Yeojin

Length: 3645 words

Tags: degradation, self degradation, spit, vibrator, anal play, teasing, begging, crying, doming, name calling, dehumanizing, mind-break, rough sex, slaps, breeding kink, daddy kink, slave play, spanks, harsh, hardcore, stand and carry, missionary, slave!Yeojin / master!Reader

TW: ofc spoilers, but this one is very hard. Massive degradation, dehumanizing, slave/master dynamic, mind break, spitting at idol

Inspiration: Her outfit. Yeah.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing. Thank you, it was a pleasure!

(A/N: another collab with Sooya! And this time, we went berserk. Poor Yeojin)

“Uhm, hey…”

You never really noticed Yeojin before, but her hair, the outfit and especially the outfit—this was a new Yeojin.

"I've heard what you've been doing with some of my bandmates and I want what they get from you, Daddy. Isn't that what you like to be called when you are dicking down my Unnies?"

You gulp. All the things you've done with the four H's, how does she know them? They were supposed to stay secret, and as their dorm's trusty cleaner, staying there almost daily never caused suspicion.

Or did it?

"Yeojin, what are you even saying?" you speak slowly to sound convincing. It is futile however.

"Stop playing dumb and innocent, Daddy," Yeojin groans, grinding her hips and butt on your jeans covered thigh. The moment you saw those outfits you were ready to plow her members in them, but Yeojin's looks exceptionally hot. The others are quickly forgotten.

"I know how you love to cum all over Heejin's abs," Yeojin sultry says, while her hands rub over yours, "I know you fuck Hyeju from behind, while kneading her tits. And the cat stuff with—"

"Fine, fine! Fuck, shut up. We don't have as much privacy as you might think."

"Give it to me! Those girls, even Haseul and Kim Lip, always get attention from boys and fans. I often feel like I'm just in their shadow, so I wanted to prove that I could attract with my visuals too. Do you like my outfit, Daddy? You want me to be your little baby girl and fucktoy?”

Yeojin's hands straddle your body, her hips still grind on your leg, but her crotch is not moving to the growing problem in your now tight pants. A tease that works.

You answer her wordlessly. Aggressive hands move to her skirt and immediately underneath it. A yelp and a giggle, and then vise-versa when you pull her panties down and go down as well.

"Shut up. Don't moan too loud," you hiss before planting your face under the blue garment. A strong sniff, a remarkable scent from her drenching slit.

"D-Daddy—"

"Yeojin? Why are you already this wet?!"

"For you, Daddy, all for you. I wanted you for a long time. Plus, you've never fucked me before and I can promise you this: my pussy is the tightest of them all, an unclaimed pussy, doesn't that turn you on, Daddy? This pussy, any of my holes belong solely to you, so stuff it with your cock, your cum!”

You rise to your feet again, significantly taller than the small idol. She probably thinks her offer sounds irresistible to you, especially with all the kinky promises spread throughout. However, her needy eyes reveal how desperate she is to get what her friends get: your cock.

"I'll do what I want to do. And we shall see how tight you are, bitch. Now follow me. And don't dare to pull your panties back up. If you stumble, you stumble."

Yeojin tries to carefully, yet quickly follow your pace as you lead her into a special area, down a rarely used hallway, to a designated bedroom where you defiled her other members before. 

"Wait, has this room been here for the whole time? How come I never noticed it before?"

"You must be dense. Oh well, your body still looks hot as hell."

Yeojin doesn't respond to your words, visibly mesmerized by the soft blanket on top of the bed. At this moment, she is not paying enough attention, and finally trips over the panties around her ankles.

"Wahhhh!"

You could catch her. All it would take is stretching out one arm and putting a little effort in it. To your own amusement you decide against it, and watch the small idol fall on to the antique, smelly carpet below. 

Yeojin winces in pain, holding her wrist. She does not look seriously hurt, after all, the fall wasn't particularly heavy. Not that you care.

"You are so stupid. My God, you are even more dense than I imagined." 

Removing your shoes, you walk next to her. Like a vicious god from above, you look down to an insignificant creature below. You can do anything to her. 

"I don't care how mean you are," Yeojin hisses, trying to get up despite her restraining panties,"I just want your cock in my pussy."

"You have no idea what you want… you can't even handle me. If I had to take a guess you're totally inexperienced, aren't you? Why such a need to prove yourself to anyone?"

With a light stomp on her back, you let Yeojin fall back to the ground. She shrieks and shivers, and it only increases when you lean down and rub her bare skin, spine upwards to her nape. With a rough grab, you force her to look at you, confused, fearful eyes.

"I... I just want what they have. You must be so good, having multiple members. I want your big cock to... to..."

"Fucking hell! So needy!"

Yank her head down and pull her skirt up. Don't hold back, and slap the cute, exposed butt harshly. Yeojin wiggles and cries out, but she does not dodge or move away. 

"What if I don't want your pussy? I could just let you stay a virgin. The last virgin of Loona, probably."

"No, please! Do what you want, just... deflower me."

"What are you even saying? Such slutty behavior will be punished." 

From underneath the bed you pull out your favorite toy to use on Hyunjin: a pink vibrator. Although it's actually small in size, compared to tiny Yeojin it looks big.

"Spread your ass, stupid whore! And stop talking like that. Call me Master and only talk if necessary."

"O-okay, Ma-Master."

Turn to her face, grab it in one hand furiously and get uncomfortably close to it.

"That was not necessary, bitch."

"Heejin, Haseul, Hyeju, Hyunjin, those are the ones you know about and I have respect for them. But you? You're just a needy virgin slut way over her head coming to me. You know why your other members are my sluts? Because they are fucking good at what they do and are good partners, you… what can you even offer me? Pathetic."

"I will g-give you my precious first time—"

"Shut up," you shout at her, "I don't fucking care that it's your first time and precious to you!"

With your glaring, fiery eyes on Yeojin, you spit into her face. Full of shock, she touches the spot where it hit her. Before another reaction comes from her, you grab her miniscule body and spin it around. 

Yeojin's skirt does not cover her leaking entrance, but it was never your destination. In rage you tear apart the garment hiding her small breasts, they jiggle in the cups of her bra. Seemingly uncontrolled, you strike at the hard nipples on top of the mounds.

Yeojin screams in pain, despair and fear in glistening orbs that release a couple of tears. Luckily for her, no words leave her gasping mouth. Only a wince at every hit and eventually, high pitched moans.

"This is your punishment, whore! If you apologize, I'll ram something in your cunt. Do it!"

"But… but… I-I didn't do anything… I didn't do anything wrong! I—"

"That's it!"

No further warning: you raise her legs, spread her tight ass cheeks just a little and mercilessly shove the vibrator up Yeojin's puckered hole. In a shadow crushing scream, she exclaims the pain shooting up her body.

You will not leave it at that: turn on the vibrator, to turn shock and pain to a punishment of pleasure that makes her tiny frame twitch and jerk all over.

Yeojin screams in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her body is rocked by the humming of the vibrator, she starts to leak. 

"Leaking on the bed? The bed preserved for my girls? Disgusting. You're getting your juices everywhere!" 

You spank her ass with the toy still shoved in. 

"Naughty filthy bitch, staining my sheets like that."

"S-stop, please! I-I want it in here!" 

Through the uncontrollable movements of her body, Yeojin somehow manages to trace a trembling hand down her toned midriff and spread her glistening, almost spraying pussy. 

"P-plug me up!"

"No, slut!"

You spank her again, this time on the exact same spot, in a fast rhythm that makes her ass turn a deep reddish color. Yeojin sobs and cries, like she doesn't know a solution to end it.

"Apologize, you idiot! Stupid whore, it can't be this hard!"

Click. Realization kicks in. Yeojin doesn't want this to stop. She likes it too much. She loves all this rough, violent behavior you considered punishment. It's not effective, not teaching her a lesson, not showing her her place.

But it's too enjoyable for you as well.

"You're, you're rough with the other girls, but you like them. You care about them, but with me you don't have to like or care about me. I’m just a toy for you to fuck and use. Be as rough as you want with me, break me, ruin me. Please fuck my virgin pussy hole and claim it as yours and only yours!”

Her words trigger you. A fuck toy? You didn't have to keep a relationship going with her? Yeojin offers herself as nothing but a cumdump, a fleshlight for your own pleasure. Finally, she found something that spikes your interest. She might regret these words.

"I'll fill you everytime I fucking want. I don't care if you are in the mood, or tired or already full of cum. If I call, you are coming and you will kneel or bend over. You won't get kisses or cuddles, and don't even think about love. Your orgasm doesn't matter; you don't matter. Do you understand that this is the life of a fucktoy?"

Stare at her melted, needy face in devilish seriousness, before pushing the vibrator into the furthest depths of her rectum.

"If you say 'Yes, Daddy, I'll be your fucktoy slave' I'll use you as a cockwarmer, an anal cocksleeve, a slapping bag, a stress reliefer. Hell, if I want to ruin and end your career just for fun, I will. Are you desperate enough to accept it, sex toy?"

"Yes, Daddy! I'll be your fucktoy slave! I need to… I don’t care about my career, I only care about your cock, your pleasure—so fuck me! Own me, Master!”

The one hand that used to shove the vibrator in Yeojin's asshole now reaches for her throat and gives it a passionate squeeze. If her tongue was out before or came out at that exact moment is an irrelevant factor. It would have been a nice mechanism: choking leads to ahegao.

Yeojin's hands try to tear off the remains of clothing hanging on her body, but she ultimately fails. The penetration of your rock solid cockhead into her tight, unused cunt brings her entire focus to the one thing she always craved.

"Master's cock! It's filling me up!"

"Shut up, toy! Only speak when spoken to."

Not a second thought, the palm of your hand crosses her face, leaving a red imprint on the tiny, lustful face. The idol smiles through the sting, the harsh treatment of her make-up covered features, and continues her “defiance” with a wave of devoted screams.

"Mhmm, Master! Master! Fuck me harder Master, fuck me, ravage me, break me!" 

Slap after slap hits her face. She is too far gone, too broken to understand your commands. Nevertheless, you continue to drill into her. A hand spreading her legs makes it easy for your hips to push and push, with the force of a tank. Yeojin might have been a virgin seconds ago, but her pussy is slick and wet like she does get this pounding daily. These hard thrusts make you feel every inch of her insides. From lips to cervix, your cock attacks it with an unrivaled power. It's not surprising anymore that Yeojin starts to cum with shrieks and squirt. 

It motivates you to go faster, break the soundbarrier. Overstimulate her, flick her clit, she is nothing but animalistic sounds. In her eyes you see nothing resembling decency, control or human. 

Yeojin is broken. From a cute, little idol dreaming of stardom to a cockloving, mindless sex slave.

"Bitch, I'm going to fucking explode in you. Don't you let a single drop go to waste. And if I  happen to breed you, you'll carry that child like a good whore won't you?"

Yeojin nods. Or is it her head rocking back and forth from you fucking her into the bed? Her eyes flicker, tongue spills drool all over her face, depending on how her neck bends in orgasm. The tiny rest of mascara is everywhere, just like chestnut strands. 

The girl is a sweaty bundle. You pick her up, just to try a little stand and carry. You have never finished with one of the girls like this, although Hyunjin is perfect for it. However, the cat girl is visibly scared of taking you in this position, and because you care for her, it’s a pass.

For Yeojin, you don't have to care. Even if the company fires you, she will crawl to your house and serve you with her body. Even with her face, more red because of your slap then from arousal, she yearns for more and even with her completely destroyed pussy, probably hurting from being deflowered with your massive rod, Yeojin is ready for her life as your private slave.

"You're so small but you take my cock decently, you little whore. How ruined is your pussy right now? Hm? Still fucking mean what you say, my toy?"

"Hmmmm, y-yes, Master."

Yeojin squeezes out actual words through her mewls, even as her eyes roll into the back of her head. An orgasm of mind-altering dimensions. As wave after wave of galactic pleasure jolt through every cell of her tiny body, the thought of being an owned toy, a slave is connected with pure joy and satisfaction.

You continue to hold onto her small body rocking on your cock and you don't relent pumping into her pussy. As you continue to carry and fuck her, you reach for a phone and hand it to her. 

"Prove it! I want you to call someone from the company right now and tell them you'll quit your idol life to be my cocksleeve."

Yeojin's hand looks like it's lagging from all the convulses and shivering. Her orgasm is still overwhelming her, and moans from overstimulation put you further into heat. If she does it or not, it doesn't really matter to you. You will fill her with cum, until she, consequently, will be bred. 

Ironically, her body seems to fight back against the prospect of calling. When you try to start the call, the phone firmly pressed to her wet, flushed cheek, her pussy grips. A next... level of tightness makes you yelp in surprise. Scorching, like the shape of her walls are imprinted onto the skin of your throbbing cock, you still manage to start the call. How will a silly-fucked Yeojin respond properly, though?

You stop your thrusting waiting with a smirk as the phone rings and a voice of a manager picks up on the other line.

"Hello, Yeojin-ssi? Why did you call me? Is everything okay?"

"I, ahh!"

You buckle your hips and legs, while simultaneously pressing her slender body onto your shaft. A few slow, hard pumps, and Yeojin squeals and moans into the phone. Put your ear next to the phone to hear what the confused and panicking manager is saying.

"Y-Yeojin, what is happening? Are you... h-hurt?"

"F-f-fuck! I need... I want... I cum!"

With perfect timing, you pull out of Yeojin's tight pussy grip, only the tip parting her folds. Immediately, she starts crying, wide open eyes full of fear of losing what she craves the most. Her attempts on getting your cock to penetrate her slit again are erratic yet futile. Easily you hold her back. She breaks completely:

"I don't want to be an idol! I only want my Master's cock! Please, fill this needy, useless hole and use it as your toy!"

"W-what a-are you s-saying?! Yeojin, are you having s-sex right now?"

You can hear the manager heavily sweating from the other side, and if he isn't hard already, the lewd sounds of Yeojin's wet core being fucked again should do the job. 

A piercing scream later, and both you and Yeojin finally cum. Yeojin’s tightness went above what you ever expected, and so your load is pumped fully into the velvet cavern. The manager on the other side has stopped talking, but he is definitely still listening. You whisper to Yeojin:

"Tell him Yeojin, tell him what you want and why. Tell him if he doesn't execute your wishes...you'll leak to the higher ups about this call and he'll be fired....tell him what you want my slutty slave."

"I am a bitch, a cockslut, my Master's toy. I only love his cock and want to serve him. B-but if you tell the boss... I'll make you lose your job. U-understood?"

Her intimidation attempt is laughable, but with the Manager groaning on the other side and saying 'Yes, of course!' It seems that Yeojin's career might not be over. Yet.

You take the phone and end the call. Seconds later, the manager tries to call back, but you just turn off the device and look down to Yeojin playing with her folds. She spreads them apart and watches the cum slowly run out of her. Amusement, covered as rage, makes you shove three fingers into the leaking snatch and push all the white goo back in.

"Never do that again, slave! Stand up, and keep it inside yourself!"

The small woman obliges with whimpers. She waddles on her sore legs, unable to stay upright properly. Your stern eyes roam her body and stare her down. Yeojin avoids them, looking down with a lowered head, as your vicious plan unfolds.

Gravity lets the cum fall out of her, no matter how tight she is and tries not to. Tiny globs of your stickiness run down her thighs and legs to stain the carpet. In horror, she looks up, tears at the corner of her adorable eyes.

"You failed. Turn around and bend over."

You slowly rub your cock on the rim of her pussy. 

"Master, please… I need your cock!" 

"No, you deserve nothing. You deserve no pleasure, because you're a useless slave. You can't even be my slave because you're still an idol, so what good are you to me?"

"Master, I'm not an idol anymore. And, although I need your cock, I only deserve—"

Yeojin raises her hand, and with an unexpected harshness, she slaps her cute, red butt to make the new coloring seem permanent. 

"—spanks. Spank me, until I can't sit, Master. I deserve this."

"You mean you want this. Maybe I just want to leave you like this, and lure all your friends here to see you in this position, craving for nothing but my cock."

Yeojin gasps. Yet again, you found a turn on for her. She is like an open book to you, never before has someone been this easy to look through. As your fingers fondle the soft, beaten skin of her bottom, you realize the vibrator is not inside her twitching puckered hole anymore. It must have fallen out at some point during the fucking.

"Pick up the vibrator," you command, pinching her thigh for emphasis, "and shove it up your whorish ass. Only wear your skirt and top, no underwear, no bra."

Your wish is her command and through her task, you see a diligent, delightful side of Yeojin. She is ready to do everything for her Master. Maybe it's only because she doesn't know what's next.

"You actually did that well, slave. Now, for your real task: go about your day."

From below, a confused look on her face. Roll your eyes in annoyance and fiercely bunch up her hair. You guide her to the door, open it and point out into the vacant hallway. Yeojin's breathing gets heavier. You feel it as you bend down to her and make her look at you. Pull her hair painfully, then spit into her face.

"Stupid bimbo! Go about your day as usual. Let my cum drip out of your cunt, bend over to show off, moan when you are randomly alone with someone. Give them hints about how you are a slut for me. And if someone notices and tries to confront you, masturbate in front of them with your vibrator. I'll always watch you. They don't get to fuck you. You are my toy after all.

But they should see what a big slut you are. Nothing but a lusty object."

A hand on her sweaty back shoves her out onto the hallway. She is not hidden by soundproof, closed doors anymore. A tiny movement and her skirt flies upwards, revealing bare cheeks and folds. 

Yeojin stumbles. After a couple of meters, she looks over her shoulder. She looks too afraid to plea and too ashamed to walk towards one of the doors where people do their jobs, stylists, producers, idols.

Your gaze is unimpressed. After the fuck session from before, a trembling Yeojin leaves you unfazed. With a cell phone pressed to the side of your head, you wait for the person you saved at ‘1’ to respond. 

The words you whisper into the speaker barely reach Yeojin.

"Haseul, tell the girl's to come to the long hallway behind the stage.

Your maknae has something to show you."

(A/N: I know this went wild and hard, but FUCK. Yeojin makes me feral!)

[dmc-tings]

Could you write the four lords reacting to finding out their s/o actually has powers like them? "Musical" powers to be exact. Like they can control music and stuff. They can control the volume and stuff and can even make the vibrations of the music visible. Like they knew their s/o was fairly musically talented but then one day something makes s/o extremely angry and they just start blasting music, instruments begin to float and play on their own, and loud enough to hurt anyone's ears. And the music is intense and filled with anger and stuff, and it's so loud you can see the vibrations from the sound

The Lord's with a Mystical Musical S/O

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina knew you liked music

Just not how much

She would catch you humming or tapping your foot, to whatever beat that was in that pretty head of yours

She thought it was cute!

.... and peculiar...

Because, whenever you did this she could HEAR a soothing symphony playing along to you

She searched and had the maids search the entire castle

And everytime, came up empty

"What in the seven wonders?" She would bark out

Frustrated she wanted to ask you, but decided against it

Not wanting to upset you

But she found out... the hard way, that the music was coming from you

It was a normal day, everything was quiet

Then Alcina heard a yelp, a crash and an "uh-oh"

It was the girls, they had been playing around in your special chamber

The giant woman strode into the room, surprised at you shaking so angerly

"Love what did-" You pointed at your families ashes

They had all died, in a large fire

You being the only survivor

Your last nerve had burst

And angry, violent crescendo came down on everyone

Alcina had been the only one protected from your wrath

As she wasn't directly in the room

The girls.... not so lucky

Alcina stood shocked, she could feel and SEE these vibrations

The music bared down on the three poor souls

Then just as fast as it started, it ended

Violins, Cellos, Trumpets, Trombones (you get it) crashed to the floor around you

Breathing heavily, you took your leave

Alcina stood frozen, making a mental note, not to EVER piss you off

Angie and Donna Beneviento

You had always played the piano

And when Donna found out, she practically begged you to play for her

Which you happily obliged to

She would sway to the music you played

Sitting right next to you on your perch

You even let her pick which songs to play!

You loved seeing her smile, and she loved hearing you play

And seeing as this is your most content, the day that her "family" came over, definitely changed her view on this...

You being usually so docile, I mean

Per the usual, Heisenberg and Dimitrescu where getting into it

The usual angry taunts back and forth

With Donna, Angie and Moraue sitting in the background

But today, you had already had a shitty day

And the arguing was only adding to your irritation

Your favorite piano, was broken and you were waiting in the specially made keys to be delivered

But due to the village being so far from modern civilization, the wait had been extended...

With Heisenberg and Alcina standing toe to toe, you had enough

Though, you nor realizing your anger leaked out, the force of all of Donna's musical instruments began to bear down on the pair

Alcina brought to her knees and Heisenberg, bleeding from his ears

You finally snapped out of your anger, when Donna shook you

The four Lord's in shock, about your ability

But didn't question it... in fear of invoking your wrath

Salvatore Moreau

He had seen you angry, sure...

But not THIS angry!

Musical instruments yeeting through the air

Blasting it as far as the Stronghold!!

The poor man had to duck!!

He was just glad the anger wasn't directed at him

More so the Cadou subjects and the stray lycans

Half of them had run off now, and the other half stupidly tried to withstand your assult

Causing them to violently vibrate and explode

For Moreau it was quite the scene, he liked being able to study this

He logged how long you were able to keep this up, how many exploded due to the force, and how many collapsed, and so in and so forth

Once you stopped, calmed down, you turned to leave

Pausing once you saw your beloved watching you

"Moreau..." You put your hands up, as to not to scare him

But to your surprise, he wasn't scared, only mumbling to his notes

Then he looked up at you, eyes shining with awe, "My love! You are amazing!!

You took a big breath, at least he wasn't scared!

Karl Heisenberg

You killed him... not literally

Just your taste in music reminded him of the Giant Bitch

But it was you, so he let it slide

Honestly it was soothing to hear you play the violin

It helped him keep calm, and focus on his work

Seeing as he could hear you play nearly all over the Factory

But sometimes... it sounded closer to him...

ALOT closer

Most days he would just leave it alone..

But TODAY was the day he was gonna find out who else was playing a duet or whatever with you

He left his working quarters, venturing out into the factory

He heard your violin going

"Ok. So this way." He followed the sound, then a crash happened

Followed by your scream and a hard drill

"Fuck!!" He started to run, only to stop in his tracks

The music started up, but... more pissed off?

He could SEE and FEEL the metal walls vibrating

At first he was worried if that Jet Dumbass caught you, so he started rushing again

Only to get knocked to his knees, having to cover his ears

Crawling to your door, he could see you splitting one of his escaped Soldats, into scrap metal and body parts

You calmed down, seeing as the danger was gone

Between your heavy breathing, you heard Karl gasping from temporary hearing loss

You rushed to his side, "Karl?? Are you ok? I didn't want-"

He cut you off, "That. Was. Amazing! Why didn't you tell me you could do that?"

You explained to him that it wasn't really a Cadou experiment, and how you'd been able to do this since your childhood

He listened intently, nodding and asking questions every once in a while

Once you finished explaining, he looked at you with big happy eyes

"Can i-" "no. Im not going to help you fight Miranda."

He pouted at this, but you gave him a big ol kiss

And that fixed it!

[idiashrub]

Is it insensitive for me to say? - Idia Shroud

Idia fails to keep his promise to his little brother and is now feeling like the biggest disappointment there ever is; (Y/n) is there to be the 'somebody' he refuses to admit that he needs.

important note(s): This takes place after the events in Idia's robe personal story! // contains very subtle implications of ch6 (nothing detailed or specific) // (Y/n) is Yuu —she/her— is also implied to have been transported to Twisted Wonderland a year earlier, so she's the same year as the second years.

a/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, so why not post it here? May this be my official debut in the twst writing community here on tumblr! Hope you'll like it! <3

word count: 2.6k

Her fist gently came in contact with the door, emitting gentle knocks that echoed through the empty hallways of Ignihyde.

"Idia? It's quite late but I was hoping to see you," she called a little loudly, waiting for a response.

Minutes passed but silence was the only thing that addressed her presence. No sounds of buttons being smashed together, no raged muttering and heavy sighs of frustration to indicate loss, nor were there yelps of victory. It was complete and still silence.

Maybe he wasn't in his room? Rarely does Idia ever leave his room, but that didn't mean it didn't happen. So (Y/n) turned to look at the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of his familiar long flaming hair, presumably returning from a late-night stroll — a silly thought now that she thinks about it.

Ding!

The phone that rested on her pocket vibrated.

im fine

you can leave now

im better off alone <message deleted>

She pursed her lips, thinking of what to say.

"Well, sorry to say this but I'm not leaving. Come on, Idia, it's been a while since we've last properly spoken or seen each other!" her hand mindlessly tapped on the door, following a random rhythm, "I was given a short break from having to attend to everyone's needs, so might as well spend it with you!"

"…"

Nothing was going to be accomplished if things remained like this until the next couple of hours. She didn't even want to pry answers out of him, she really just wanted to see him and talk about whatever. They weren't really able to contact each other as much during break because of the part-time job (Y/n) took at this village nearby. And even as the students returned, the weeks leading up to the ceremony had been quite hectic; having to help the others, she had to cancel numerous plans she had with Idia — their supposed weekend movie nights, game tournaments, and whatnot.

She just needed to see her beloved's familiar yellow eyes. She missed joking about how the bright color contrasted his gloomy personality…

A click echoed through the silent hallway when she gently pushed the door, much to her surprise. She didn’t expect the door to be left unlocked, especially if Idia was inside, most likely feeling down.

When she continued to push it more open, the familiar interior of the dorm leader’s room came into view. There she saw the dorm leader of Ignihyde, Idia Shroud. He was lying on his bed, looking somewhat jagged and sullen with his headphones on. She wondered how he managed to hear her calls if he was wearing those headphones.

Was he even listening to anything or was it to serve to mislead those who stumble upon him looking like he was now?

From what she can see of him from the doorway, he looked even duller than usual; the small glint behind his eyes not becoming visible to her no matter how hard and long she stared. He looked saddened, disheartened…disappointed.

…Is it of himself?

Another thing she noticed was how he’s in his ceremonial robes.

So he was planning on personally attending the entrance ceremony…

“Hey,” she greeted, hoping that he wouldn’t be in an even fouler mood after she decided to proceed in his room without his permission. (Y/n) took a quick scan of the room to see if anything really changed, to distract herself as she waited for a response from him. It's pretty much the same — with his belongings scattered here and there, candy wrappers tucked within the pages of some books and as well as some laid on the floor, and prints of paperworks lazily placed on the desk and chair.

“I hope you don't mind me intruding. I was hoping we'd spend the night together, you know? Catch up, watch something, or play games…! Didn't the game you mentioned release a new update a few hours ago?"

Getting Idia to talk at this state was next to impossible.

'I won't be checking the update until a few days from now, I'm gonna wait for others to test it first to ensure there won't be any bugs. So you don't have a reason to stay, ' the sound of Idia's voice reached her ears.

When her eyes landed on his figure again, she was surprised to see him holding his tablet, his position no longer laying on the bed but instead sitting cross-legged on it.

(Y/n) didn’t even notice where he grabbed his tablet from until she heard the sound of his voice (perhaps he got it from the shelf on his bedside?). But she didn't let that fact distract her from his words.

He looked as if he's experiencing one of his darkest nights, and (Y/n) didn't want him to be alone if so.

With all her confidence, she stalked towards the direction of where he sat, taking the spot beside him. The weight of the mattress shifted as she plopped down.

There wasn't really anywhere else for her to stay, but she'll be staying anyway.

At her action, Idia's eyes widened for a millisecond before reverting to normal after taking an intake of breath silently; (Y/n) acted nonchalant with their proximity as she suggested an idea on what else they could do.

"Hm, then maybe we can watch something? Cater-senpai recommended a movie. It's about a time-traveler chasing another time-traveler who stole his family’s time machine..." She paused, eyeing Idia's sunken eyes before continuing, "or maybe we can just talk."

"T-talk? On second thought, w-we can test the new update!"

Ding!

Her phone went off the same time he finished his sentence — It was a message from the headmaster.

(Y/n) sighed at the sight of it, contemplating whether or not to respond.

Didn't he promise to let me be for the time being?

Idia watched as her lips formed a thin line. He watched as her eyes shifted from her phone to his room then to her phone again — this meant that she's debating what to do next. And as he continued to watch her and be with her, maybe spending the night with someone isn't really so bad right now?

(Y/n) had already stood up and was about to proceed back to her dormitory, where the headmaster apparently needed her, but paused when she felt a smooth, cold hand enclose hers, wrapping it with a firm but gentle grip.

He squeezed her hand gently.

"Wait! P-please stay!" I miss ranting. I miss our late-night conversations. I miss beating a game with you. I miss raging with you. I miss celebrating with you. I miss...you! This was everything he originally wanted to say, but he decided against it, "we can talk…”

After hearing his silent plea, the frown on (Y/n)'s lips shifted into a smile as she squeezed his hand back, her gaze at their hands clasped together.

And while she felt more fondness with the blue-haired introvert engulf her, Idia felt warmth trickling up to his neck. He could feel and see the tips of his long flaming blue hair turn a light shade of red. He hoped (Y/n) wouldn't notice this.

She did. But she remained silent about it, deciding to not make a big deal out of this despite wanting to tease him a bit. She didn't want for him to be too flustered, after all, else he wouldn't be able to function properly.

"So…" they both said at the same time. Their eyes quickly met each other's as their minds raced. (Y/n) found this amusing; Idia wanted to face-palm at his idiocy.

Why couldn't he start a conversation without making anything awkward? Great, now he's certain that (Y/n)'s questioning why she's even in his room with him; why she decided to be with him; why she's still holding his hand.

…holding hands?

Idia gasps, his hand immediately letting go of hers as the tips of his hair shifted to an even darker shade of red.

"S-sorry!" She's probably realizing how she doesn't even like me now! "Um…"

Why is she even with you? (Y/n) is literally a high-ranking person in terms of everything (excluding magic), plus her stats are either already maxed or nearing…

Constitution? Vil, and especially Rook, personally guide her with her routines. And on afternoon weekends, she's often seen with Rook at the sports ground.

Intellect? She's top ranking in classes despite being unfamiliar with this dimension and not possessing any type of magic!

Personality and Appearance? Everything about her never fails to leave anyone in awe.

Charisma? Anyone who comes in contact with her never forgets about her. She ends up lingering far longer than normal, and she never fails to hold anyone's interests no matter how their interests fail to meet.

Willpower? Her mental capability to handle immense pressure and stress is top-notch. The fact that she originates from another dimension only adds more to her stat…

...but she does come short in terms of luck, considering her current predicament…

But regardless, you're making a fool of yourself by being with her. You who's hopeless and a good for nothing otaku; also anti-social, socially anxious, generally awkward, cursed, gloomy, an outsider, an outcast...a liar…secretive…

You're most likely just going to stain her wonderful attributes.

Bringing nothing but disappointment…

Plus, you failed to execute the promise you made to Ortho!

Her relationship level with Ortho is at its max — the probability of a limit break is at ~99.9% — so she's most likely going to feel a wave of disappointment when she learns that you failed to keep your word to your little brother.

And Ortho…

The disappointment he must have felt…

But you did so for yours and his sake, right? Ortho wouldn't want to see his older brother embarrassing himself.

But, again, he was so excited…

The sound of fingers snapping cut his train of thought. When his eyes settled on her figure, he noticed how she now sat on the floor, leaning onto his bed as her eyes stared up at him.

"Why are you apologizing? There's nothing to be sorry for," she smiled, placing her hand on top of his as she said this, "and I told you already, nothing you do will drive me away. I'm not going to be your future history."

You wouldn't be saying that if…if you knew…

Her hand appeared smaller as it rested on top of his hand, barely covering his. Thin fingers wrapped around his, forming a grip that he can easily shake off — something he doesn't do — as his skin felt the traces of her long unsharp nails.

Her grip was calloused, but he didn't complain. He felt as if she wanted to tighten their hold, but decided against it. So he did what she didn’t.

"I didn't say anything such…" he muttered under his breath, his eyes remaining on their hands as he evading her observing eyes.

"You're right, you didn't. But I can see it in your eyes. You're beating yourself up for something you're not even doing, or for something you failed to do. It's like destroying yourself by firing off missiles of hateful words."

Every word she uttered was like a punch in the gut. Idia feels as though he was slapped by reality, her reality — the very reality he's always [wrongfully] assuming.

But how can she say that? Why does she believe such?

'There's a reason as to why she holds your intrigue; why she calls you hers and her yours!' The more rational and less anxious part of his mind tried to pinpoint.

But despite this, the cloud of anxiety and insecurity still overcame him.

She's pointing out his flaws! She's going to think of more and further push the idea of giving up every connection she shares with you. She's probably going to get fed up with you now and just end everything.

Here comes the— the ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t think being with someone like you’s good for me’ or something.

"You're speculating why I'm with you when it should be me thinking that."

...Huh?

"You know, with every negative connotation you have of yourself, whether it's something directly about you or because of your choices, it breaks me; it saddens me as much as it saddens you."

She let go of his hand for a second before taking ahold of it again, this time both of it. She held them together, her thumbs tracing circles on his pale skin.

"Idia, you’re so, so much more to me than what you think. Your fears? Struggles? Anxiety? And everything else you label as your mental baggage? I'm here to carry it with you; I'm here to listen; I'm here to help you with them; I'm here. I'm always going to try and be here. For you and for Ortho," she said, the tone of her voice lacing with nothing but complete and honest sincerity.

She's only saying that because of how pathetic you must seem...

His eyes finally met hers.

But her eyes are shining with veracity…

"You say that now but once you get to know more of me…" he trailed off, his eyes attempting to avoid hers, but they didn't.

She smiled a gentle smile, "But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? The mysteries to be uncovered! We have all the time we need to know and understand. We don't have to rush anything! And…this might sound cliché but I accept who you are and who you're going to be as we continue on! So long as you're not a serial killer or anything," she joked, chuckling at her final statement. But everything else she said was pure honesty.

She was still holding his gaze as she held his, and he genuinely didn't know what to say. The tips of his hair were now a prominent crimson and his mouth opened and closed to try and form words; he tried to respond but he kept failing.

Because normally, her words would have been something he deemed as naïve, but…it brought him some sense of comfort.

She stood from her position and took the spot next to him. Now sitting beside Idia and turning her body to face him, she let go of his hand as her right palm held his cheek, tenderly caressing it.

"Now, I don't mean to be insensitive but get your act together, alright? So I can love you without the unwanted torments of your own mind," she advised before her lips came in contact with his for a kiss— a kiss that lasted far too quickly for their liking.

Her eyes fluttered open as she pulled away, watching Idia as he did the same. They stayed like that for a few more moments, foreheads leaning onto one another as they simply stared into each other's eyes, relaying the messages of 'thank yous' and 'I love yous' with only their gazes.

But for now, it was enough. They felt comfort and fondness with each other. And the act only solidified what they're already feeling — maybe even adding more into it. They're more than looking forward to knowing about the other whilst following the steady pacing of their still blooming relationship.

It's exciting how, despite being thrown and stuck to a completely unfamiliar world, she still managed to find someone that is able to bring her comfort…

And how he also finally found the someone who he once thought was nonexistent — the someone that's willing to wait and listen then understand…

"Let me call Ortho so we can have that movie night promised."

This is a simplified version! The full version of this fic can be read on AO3 - 09/16/21

[sluttyminghao]

studio stress | h.vc

w.c: 3.5k request:  hi!! can i request a dom!vernon x fem reader where he fucks her in the studio because he’s jealous? maybe because his gf talked to another member or something lmao genre: smut! pairing: vernon x female!reader contains: dom!vernon, jealous vern, sub!female!reader, mentions of spit play, oral and fingering (fem. receiving), mentions of restraints, marking, slight degradation, vern is a bit of a shithead lmao a/n: amazing idea! thank you for this anon! im also tagging @junsol​ because she wanted to see this :)

Vernon wasn’t the type to get jealous much, if at all really.

He was normally always level headed and calm, and he had no problem with you hanging out with his band mates when he wasn't around, because he trusted both you and them enough to know that neither of you would do anything. Vernon’s bandmates respected and liked you enough to know that you wouldn't do anything with them, and vice versa.

Your boyfriend and his bandmates were currently under a significant amount of stress, however, due to their new album preparing to be released in the following weeks. They were snippy and snide to one another, and their actions didn't always come off in the nicest ways, even towards you, but you knew they really didn't mean it at the end of the day, and they would always apologize to you after.

Today was one of those days, and it was particularly awful. You didn’t know just how bad it was going to be, but if the texts from the other band members was anything to go off, you were in for a doozy.

You were headed towards their recording studio after Vernon had sent you a text to come visit, and you were more than ecstatic to see him after he had holed himself away for a few days, only sparing a few minutes to text you. You hadn’t really minded of course, but you had missed him dearly, and you knew that seeing him would make your day better.

The texts had been short and concise, and only really things like “hello” and “i love you”, but it was nice to know that he was still thinking about you even when he was under so much pressure with his company and his bandmates. You knew that after the album came out though, they would all go back to their happy and relaxed selves, and you would have your boyfriend back in your hold soon enough.

The walk to the studio wasn’t overly long, but the cool winter air had seeped under your various layers of clothes and had ultimately chilled you to the bone by the time you were standing outside the studio, your body shivering and teeth chattering, texting your boyfriend to let him know you had arrived. The door to the studio quickly swung open not long after the text had been sent, and Seokmin was standing in the doorway with his signature sunshine smile.

“Hey you! Come on in, Vernon’s been expecting you for hours!” He exclaimed loudly, his broad frame moving out of the way so that you could walk in to the warm building and attempt to shake off the cold. “Thanks for letting me in Seokmin, how is everyone doing today?” You asked as you shrugged off your jacket, quirking a brow in confusion when you heard faint shouting coming from down the hallway.

“Uh...it’s not going great at the minute,” he muttered, his lips forming a pout at yet another shout, followed by a crash sounded from the room down the hall. He sighed and lead you down the hallway, where the voices became louder and the screaming more prominent, your eyes widening in surprise that the team seemed to be crumbling behind the very door you were about to walk through.

Just as Seokmin pushed the door open to the recording studio, the voices that were screaming just seconds before had become hushed and the bodies had stilled, as if being a group of deer caught in the headlights. Every person in the recording room turned to see who was opening the door, and visibly relaxed when they noted that it was only Seokmin and yourself, making Vernon beam widely as the rest of the band members fell into conversation once more after exchanging their hello’s with you.

He stood up from his spot between Minghao and Soonyoung, and walked quickly towards you and enveloped your body tightly with his strong arms, his favourite cologne drifting up your nostrils and invading all of your senses in all of the best ways. “Hey ‘Sol,” you mumbled, your face smushed into his firm pecs, making him giggle at the slight vibration against his chest.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered into your hair, placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and sending tingles throughout your body. You smiled as you pulled away from his warm body reluctantly, letting him return to whatever he had been doing previously, and finding yourself a chair to sit on while he worked.

Finding purchase on a seat across the room, you found yourself squished between Seungcheol and Seungkwan and quickly fell into idle banter with the two, who were bickering over something you could not quite comprehend, but you also weren't paying a whole lot of attention because you were watching your boyfriend busy himself with recordings.

He was busy concentrating on and discussing an odd bass loop with Jihoon, the pair trying to find the perfect place to put it in the song where it wouldn't sound weird or repetitive. Your eyes unashamedly grazed all over his body, admiring how toned he had gotten over the last few weeks from his constant workouts and personal training sessions.

You were snapped out of your trance however, when Seungkwan snapped his fingers in front of your face to garner your attention. “Were you even listening to me?” He quipped, sass dripping from his voice as he rolled his eyes at you. You rolled your eyes back in response, albeit with a huge grin on your face as he continued his story about picking up his Americano earlier that day.

While you were chatting with Seungkwan, you felt the hairs on the back of your head begin to stand, and it felt almost as if someone was watching you. Your eyes darted around the room trying to find the reason for the suspicious activity, until they finally locked onto your boyfriend’s dark ones. You hadn't seen him look at you like that before, and it only sent shivers down your spine and you forced yourself to look away before you flung yourself at him.

You tried to occupy yourself by having a conversation with Seungcheol, who was showing you some of the lyrics he was writing and leaning in quite close to you. It hadn’t seemed like a problem for you since you were always talking to them about their lyrics and what they were working on, but there was something that felt...off, about sitting and talking to Seungcheol, even though all of your previous encounters with him had been nothing but pleasant and fun.

Vernon’s eyes refused to move off of your form as you sat next to Seungcheol, and all he could focus on was how his blood was beginning to boil, watching how his band mate would wrap an arm around your waist or whisper into your ear and make you laugh at some dumb joke he had explained to you. It was all getting too much for him, and before he could even control himself, his palms were slamming down onto the table with a loud thud, causing the room to fall into silence and everyone’s heads to whip around to face Vernon.

“What’s wrong Vern? You seem a little stressed, almost like you need to get laid or something,” Jeonghan joked, playfully hitting his younger friend’s arm lightly. The room fell into silence again as everyone awaited his response, not sure what the outcome would be from his seemingly harmless joke.

“Everyone needs to leave, I can’t concentrate with all this noise going on,” he finally spoke through gritted teeth, and everyone stayed still for a split second, before they scrambled to gather their things and leave as quickly as possible, not wanting to know what was going to happen once they left.

Because if they knew Vernon, they knew that he was hardly ever like this, and if he was going to snap, it wouldn't be pretty and they didn't particularly want to see it. They gave you quick, worried glances as they left, and you could only remain planted in your seat as you watched your boyfriend’s form tense and untense the more he looked at the music in front of him.

“Are you okay, baby?” You finally squeaked out once the door to the studio had shut and you were left alone with your stressed out partner. He remained silent for a few beats, and you thought about just grabbing your stuff and leaving him to his own devices, but his raspy voice stopped you before you even had the opportunity to grab your bag.

“I didn’t like the way you were talking with Seungcheol, it really got on my nerves,” he spoke through his teeth, hands gripping the table until his knuckles turned white. Your head tilted in confusion, before a small laugh bubbled past your lips from his statement, which you could hardly believe. “Are you serious? You’ve never had a problem with me talking to him before! Why is it any different now?”

His body immediately whirled around in the chair he sat on and he stood up, making fast paces towards you. You suddenly felt overly small in his presence, and even more so with his dominating nature that he was currently exuding. His eyes had darkened a few shades, and it was a look that you were all too familiar with, one that made arousal pool within your stomach and a distinct wetness clinging to your panties.

“I never had a problem before, because he wasn’t flirting with you last time, sweetheart,” His voice was rough as he stood in front of you, a small smirk reaching his mouth before he was crashing his lips into yours harshly, teeth and tongues clashing and you couldn’t help but let a mewl spill from your lips.

“He-he wasn’t flirting with me Vernon!” You managed to stutter out when he pulled away and sat on the couch next to you, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. His head snapped up and his eyes bore into yours again, before he let a sinister chuckle fall from his lips, and he was ripping your shirt off, leaving your upper body exposed to the slight chill in the air, with exception of your bra.

“You must be blind if you couldn't see the way he was undressing you with his eyes and holding your waist tightly, but it’s a shame he won’t ever get to see you like that,” he seethed, letting his lips run across the expanse of your neck and collarbone before letting his teeth sink in to the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

A small hiss left your lips as he continued to suck on your neck, leaving pretty purple and blue blooms across the expanse. Your hands found purchase in his locks, tugging roughly on the roots and pulling him off your skin. “W-we can’t do this here...” you trailed off, voice growing small when you noticed your boyfriend stripping his own clothes off, another laugh slipping past his kiss-swollen lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t get a say in that, I need to show you who you belong to,” he spoke nonchalantly, leaning over your body and unclasping your bra, before pulling your pants and panties down in one swoop, leaving you stark naked in front of him. You face burned red with embarrassment, and you poorly attempted to cover your body up with a pillow strewn carelessly on the couch.

“Why are you trying to hide your smoking hot body from me?” His dominant act dropped momentarily and he let his body fall so that he was crouching between your legs, his eyes softening as he looked at you adoringly. “I-I don’t know...” a stuttered breath fell from your lips as he removed the pillow from your grip and threw it across the other side of the room.

His large hands roughly gripped your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your glistening pussy to the air and his eyes. You saw his eyes grow hungrier and darker the longer he stared at your folds, and he couldn’t help but lean in towards you and lick a flat stripe against you, a smirk playing on his lips when you gasp and attach your hands to his scalp.

“Fuck, Vern! Your mouth i-is like ma-magic” You moaned out, unable to stop your legs from violently shaking with pleasure. His hands kept your legs pried apart, and it only heightened your levels of pleasure when his mouth found your clit and he sucked on it gently, sending waves of electricity coursing throughout your body. “You always did like when I eat you out, I bet that Seungcheol couldn’t even come close in terms of eating you out, I will always be on top” he moaned out loud, reattaching his lips to your folds and sucking vigorously.

Vernon spent a significant amount of time alternating between licking and sucking at your folds, and it came as no surprise to either of you that you were nearing your first orgasm already, your moans increasing in volume substantially when he began teasing a finger at your entrance. “You’re soaked, baby, I bet I’d just slide right in huh?” He teased, hissing when his finger was met with no resistance when he did slide it in.

He could feel your walls pulsing around his finger, and he knew that you would be cumming any moment now. Your whines were like music to his ears, and only spurred him on to add another finger into your swollen cunt, the wet noises making his cock twitch and a groan to spill from his lips.

You were too late in giving him a warning that you were cumming, it happened so fast and before you knew it, your legs were attempting to close around your boyfriend’s head and there was shapes and white patterns dancing behind your eyelids. You could faintly hear yourself crying out his name as you came down from your glorious high, and came to just as Vernon’s hand caressed your cheek.

“That was a powerful orgasm, sweetheart, but don’t forget that I’m not quite done with you yet, I still wanna fill you up with my cum.” He all but growled at you, pulling his boxers down to reveal his hard and leaking length, a continuous bead of precum growing at the tip of his erection. His cock wasn’t overly long, but it still worked wonders inside of you, and the thickness made you feel so full it was almost as if you would split open. 

You leaned over to reach for his cock, but his hand gripped your wrist and held on tightly, making confusion cover your features. “No, we don’t have time for that right now, the members will be back any moment soon,” he replied, laying you down and hovering over your sweaty and shaking body. You could feel his heavy cock resting against your clit, and it only made you shiver in excitement at what was going to happen.

“F-fuck me ‘Sol...make me see stars,” You whined out, before he effectively silenced you by shoving two of his fingers in your mouth and glaring down at you with hooded eyes. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, slut, you’re lucky i don't have anything to tie your hands back with because that’s where they’d be.” He groaned, letting his tip slide down to your entrance.

He teased his cock at your entrance, prodding at it and pushing in slightly, only to pull back out again and leave you a whining and sobbing mess. “P-please...I need your c-cock!” You cried out, your body wriggling around on the couch in anticipation. He quirked a brow at your neediness, stopping his actions altogether and making you whine even louder. 

“Someone is a needy brat tonight huh? That’s bold considering you were flirting with one of my bandmates not even an hour ago,” he scolded, finally letting his cock sink into you slowly. “I- ngh, I wasn't f-flirting with him!” you screamed out, his hips finally meeting yours as he bottomed out with a low groan.

“You definitely were, I could see it in your eyes,” he stuttered out, his hips beginning a rapid and unforgiving pace. His cock was stretching you out so nicely and filling you right up to the brim, and you couldn’t even find the energy to respond to his snarky comment. His cock was making you feel amazing in so many ways, you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head and your legs beginning to shake the more Vernon pounded into you.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight, baby, I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from c-cumming inside of you,” he groaned, lifting one of your legs up so that it was propped on his shoulder and he could angle his cock better inside of you, attempting to hit that one spot inside of you that would have you clenching around his cock in a matter of seconds.

“R-right there! Fuck!” You cried out, your fingers digging into the flesh of your boyfriend’s bicep and leaving bright red crescent marks indented on the skin. He smirked at your cries and continued to hit in the same spot over and over, hissing when he felt how your pussy began clenching rapidly around his cock, making it even harder for him to thrust inside of you.

You were so close to falling over the edge, you just needed one more action to send you toppling, and Vernon knew exactly what to do to send you into that fucked out state. He removed his fingers from your mouth, groaning at the sight of the line of saliva dropping from them and landing on your skin. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here,” he spoke softly, his hand moving down to your clit and rubbing harsh figure eight’s on the swollen bud. His grunts and the way his hips and fingers were moving sent you spiraling over the edge with a loud scream, your body arching up so beautifully.

Luckily for you, the studio was soundproof.

Vernon was so extremely close to cumming as well, and seeing your face and body contort underneath him sent his cock twitching and unloading his cum inside of you, painting your walls white. “F-fuck...fuck!” He moaned out, pulling his cock out of you and watching globs of cum fall from your pussy. He smiled and let two of his digits scoop up the cum and press it back into your folds, a defeated whine leaving your lips as you shook from oversensitivity.

“No more, please ‘Sol...” you rasped out, feeling as if you were on another planet from how lightheaded your orgasm had made you feel. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you, loving how your body shook in response to his actions. “You did so well...so well my baby,” he spoke softly, wiping his fingers on a nearby pillow. His clean hand came up to caress your face, gently brushing some stray hairs out of your eyes and leaning in to kiss you softly.

The kiss was so soft and warm and made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and hold him as close as you could. He finally pulled away from you with a wide grin on his face, before he got up and began to dress himself again and make himself look presentable. 

He turned to you and helped you to dress carefully, kissing over each and every mark he left on your body, as well as whispering apologies into your skin and making you giggle at his adorableness. “Do you feel better now that you’ve gotten some of your stress out ‘Sol?” You asked, smoothing out your hair so it didn’t look as messed up as it had moments before.

He turned to face you and nodded with a huge grin on his face, pulling you in to a hug and swaying with you slightly, humming an unfamiliar tune that nonetheless made you smile and relax into his body. Just as you were about to ask him what he was humming, the door to the studio opened and a few faces popped in, worry on their features.

“It’s okay to come in, we’re all done in here,” Vernon commented, your face burning red with his outright comment. The boys slowly trickled back into the room and made themselves comfortable once more, falling into small talk with each other and you before you decided to make your exit.

“Oh, by the way,” Jeonghan started, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, and you knew that whatever he was about to say to you, would probably embarrass you until the ends of time. You made eye contact with Vernon, who looked just as nervous as you felt.

“Some of these walls aren't soundproof, for future reference.”

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If you're still feeling Herbert West, can we get Herbert with a science sugar momma? Like, listen, the idea of getting him to do anything you say because you'll pay for his research and buy him fancy lab equipment? I'm just saying.

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You'd liked Herbert West from the moment you saw him.

Coincidentally, the first time you saw him he'd been in the middle of an absolutely vicious argument with Carl Hill - easily the slimiest little bastard at Miskatonic. 

He'd sent the older doctor packing, red behind the ears and so incensed that he didn't even stop to ogle your tits like he did every time you paid a visit to the university (and had been doing since you were, oh, sixteen.) That alone had been enough to pique your interest in the young scientist. 

You'd met Herbert in passing a handful of times after that, and after the disaster at the university, he'd been the one to seek you out. People coming to you to beg for funding wasn't an uncommon experience, but you appreciated just how direct Herbert was in his approach. He didn't smother you in flattery or try to sugarcoat how much he needed, just told you in no uncertain terms that he wanted your money, and that he would make it worth your while if you gave it to him - even had an itemized list for the first few things he'd need in order to start reconstructing his laboratory. He was a blunt, caustic, argumentative little shit, with a painfully sharp tongue that he knew how to use.

And when it came down to other uses for that lovely tongue, he had proved to be a very eager learner.

"Another examination table? You really need to find a better way of restraining your subjects."

From his place between your thighs, Herbert lets out an exasperated sound. Or maybe he's just moaning at the taste of your cunt as you grind yourself languidly on his face - it's hard to tell. Either way, the vibration of the sound sets your nerves sparking, your breath stuttering on a soft gasp. Your hands tremble, almost making you drop the pen you're using to go over down his list; the checkmark you scribble next to the column marked "exam table," comes out visibly shaky.

The pointed tip of his tongue swirls around your swollen clit in tight little circles, his hands wrapped around your thighs to pull you down into the onslaught of his mouth. You have to brace yourself against the headboard, crushing the paper in your hand. When his name leaves your lips in a breathless whine he moans into you again, your nails scrabbling uselessly at the smooth wood. 

Herbert lets you rise off him just enough so he has room to slide two fingers inside you, your walls clenching around them as they flex and stretch you out. He's been in this exact position enough times that he knows exactly where to crook his fingers; his fingertips find the soft, spongey flesh inside you, massaging relentlessly until pen and paper fall from your numb fingers and you curl your hands in his dark, soft hair, hips rocking as you chase your orgasm. 

"Fuck, p-please!" You moan, biting your lip. "Keep doing tha-at, yes!" 

Tension pulls tight and snaps, your back arching as every muscle pulls tight; a garbled cry that might be his name rips from your throat. He sucks on your clit as you come, a gush of hot slick dripping down his chin, and only stops when you're tugging weakly at his hair, sobbing with pleasured pain. 

Your legs are still trembling when he guides you off his face, and you tumble to the mattress face-down, panting into the sheets. He catches the back of your neck, pulling you up from your boneless sprawl so he can crush his mouth to yours, teeth catching your bottom lip. You taste yourself on his lips, your tongue sliding into his mouth so you can lick up every drop of your own flavor. 

Herbert breaks from the kiss first, presses a gentle peck to your lips, and leaves you crumpled on the bed as he collects his scattered clothes. You watch him watch himself as he slips into his button-down, re-knots his tie; his chin still slick with your juices. When he sits on the bed to tie his oxfords, you push his list towards him, every item checked. He slips it into his coat pocket wordlessly. 

You both know what comes next. It's a ritual by now; the way it always ends.

Draped artfully across your bed, you pout at him, looking up through your lashes. "Stay the night?"

Herbert looks you over with studied apathy that doesn't quite reach his eyes. A long, silent moment passes. Then, decisively, he turns on his heel. Without looking back, he calls, "I have work to do."

And with that, he leaves.

You wait until the telltale sound of your front door slamming resounds through your penthouse, then sigh, releasing your alluring pose to flop gracelessly over the bed. The sheets still hold his scent, you realize after a moment with your face buried in the soft cotton; the sharp, medicinal smell of reagent mixed with ink and disinfectant and strong black coffee.

You breathe deep and shut your eyes, willing sleep to find you quickly.

It's always like this for the two of you; has been since the very first time you lured him to your room and pulled him atop you, guiding his long, precise fingers between your legs. He always leaves, bluntly dismissing your invitation to stay - but the length of his hesitation to leave grows longer and longer every time. 

One day, perhaps soon, you think maybe he'll stick around.

But until then, you're happy to use and be used to your heart's content.