#warnings: choking

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NO ONE TALKS ABOUT HIM.

ughh him at 40 is so MMMFHGGFHUJVKUVIFHKDJDSLK the way we're growing old together :3 WE DO IT EVEN WHEN HIS BUSH HAIRS TURN GRAY or idk maybe i really REALLY like him with stubble BUT?? HES HOT WITH STUBBLE LIKE IM SNIFFING THE SCREEN SO HARD UGHH I CAN SMELL HIS MERA MERA

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WHEN WERE YOU GUYS GOING TO TELL ME THAT ANA FLORES OF "I THINK YOU SHOULD GO HOME FIRST" FAME CLOCKED EDDIE FROM THE JUMP?????

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member — incubus!cheol x f reader genre — smut, supernatural (demon), pwp word count — 2.2k synopsis — who said you aren't allowed to fuck your sleep paralysis demon? warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, monster cock!cheol, mean dom!cheol, masturbation (reader), messy blowjob, rough throat fucking, throat bulge kink, choking/breathplay, dacryphilia, some degredation and praise, a little humiliation, throat training (kinda), cum in mouth, sooooo much cum, cheol is a demon both metaphorically and literally, cheol has a tail and uses it for kinky purposes, objectification (of reader), nicknames (darling, sweetheart, slut, good girl, toy, etc.), implied established relationship ? (this is not their first time together) notes — thanks to @multi-kpop-fanfics @kwanisms for help brainstorming the demon part and @cheolism @onlymingyus @beomcoups for proofreading !! i really wanted to put out one more spooky fic before december hehe. if you enjoyed this fic, please remember to reblog!! it's super important for sharing my work and it lets me know this is something people wanna see more of :)

“darling, now what did i tell you about touching yourself without me?”

you startle at the sudden low voice whispering in your ear, and your cheeks grow hot as you sit up straighter on the bed. your skin prickles with the sudden feeling of being watched, tingling almost in excitement. 

you already know who it is even before his figure fades into visibility. his face still obscured in shadow and your room is dark, illuminated by nothing but the faint gleam of the moon shining in through your window. even so, you know his piercing eyes can see through the dark when yours can't. 

he looks different each time he arrives. sometimes it’s the long blond hair, slicked back with gel and a single strand falling across his forehead. sometimes it’s the black hair, shaved close on the sides with half of it tied back in a bun. but the red that he wears tonight has always been your favorite: a bright, unnaturally glowing shade that seems to match his fiery personality.

that’s how he appears to you now, dressed in his usual purple suit, the deep neckline showing off the muscles in his broad chest and his tail curled in a relaxed coil around his leg. a thick silver chain hangs around his neck and instinctively you shiver at the sight of it, the memory of it seared into your skin from all the times he's held you down rough and fast and let it drag across your back, just the way you like it.

“you were expecting me, weren’t you?” he murmurs. his voice is warm and deep like a pool of water, and each time you hear it, it only makes you want to jump deeper and deeper into him.

“m-maybe,” you manage breathlessly, though both of you know it’s so obviously a lie.

he laughs, but his tone isn’t humorous. you can practically see the smirk in his voice even without being able to see his face. “of course you were. or else you wouldn’t be sitting there, soaking through your panties and thinking about me like the depraved little slut you are. isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

the bedroom suddenly brightens with a warm orange glow, as if lit by a candle, except there's nothing there. cheol finally steps out of the shadows, allowing you to see all of him. the look on his face radiates condescension, yet it only makes the heat between your legs burn hotter. 

you don't give him an answer to his question, and he doesn't pry for one. that's how this usually goes; you both know exactly what the other is here for anyway. once you're sure he's watching, you slowly pull your fingers from your cunt and keep your legs spread to reveal your glistening, sticky arousal that he loves so much, and that's enough of an answer to keep him satisfied for now. he doesn't react, but you can tell he's enjoying the sight from the way his eyes begin to glow a deep, hungry red.

you get up off the bed and start to move towards him, but he vanishes. a laugh sounds from behind you, and you whip around to see him sitting where you had been on the bed.

cheol spreads his thighs apart, leaning back against the headboard of your bed, and you take it as an invitation to move back towards him. you're already starting to feel the neediness returning, the empty feeling only heightened by his presence.

you try to sit down but his hand catches your arm, wrapped around your wrist to keep you at a distance.

“ah ah ah,” he scolds, holding back a laugh at your pout of confusion. “you already had your turn. if you behave for me, then i might consider giving you something in return.”

you nod quickly, and he smirks, directing you to kneel between his thighs instead. “mm… my good girl, always so eager.” 

he leans closer to you and fists his hand through your hair, his fingers tangling in your hair to pull you up and force your head to be level with his. he whispers against your cheek and it raises goosebumps on your skin, his eyes dark and narrowed as he bares his teeth with a grin. “i think you might just be one of my favorites, you know? such a cute little thing you are.”

he lets go of your hair and you reposition yourself to lay as comfortably as you can, now face to face with his cock as he pushes away his pants. you may be one of his favorites, but he's also one of yours. the first time he appeared was the last time you slept with a human man, and as long as you have him you'll never want to again. there's no desire for the mediocre hookups of the past when you have the devil's right hand man using his hands on you. seungcheol fits in all the right places, in all the right ways, and each time with him is even more satisfying than the last.

you tentatively wrap your hand around the base of his cock, trying to guide him into your mouth. this part never gets easier on you, but it's well worth it for the pleasure he gives you in return. 

“relax, sweetheart,” he coos as you slide your lips further down. “you're so tense. you want to take it all, don't you? breathe through your nose, you know the drill.”

to anyone else his words might sound kind, but you know the way he's teasing you is anything but kind. you whimper and try to follow his direction, forcing your jaw to go slack as you try to fit more down your throat. slowly but surely you manage to take him into your mouth, but your lips still only reach halfway down his length.

he pushes his hips up into your mouth once he's given you a moment to adjust, an experimental thrust to see if you're ready. you choke a little and let out a gagging sound, your eyes instantly starting to water as he hits the back of your throat. but you don't tell him to stop, and he doesn't stop.

you keep trying to relax your jaw, letting the length of his cock slide against your tongue with wet, messy noises.

cheol's tail wraps itself around your neck and you stifle a strangled gasp in surprise. his cock is so far down your throat it’s already almost hard to breathe, but the added pressure as he chokes you makes it even harder. you're lightheaded from the feeling but not enough to hurt, teetering on the line between pleasure and pain. 

“you look absolutely pathetic, darling,” he says, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest. “so gorgeous.”

your arms are shaking from holding yourself up on your elbows, but his praise is what keeps you going, choking back a whimper as you take his cock further down your throat. your vision blurs around the edges, but you can feel the spit dribbling from your mouth as it runs down his length. he makes it impossible to focus on anything besides the bruising pace of his cock.

cheol coos in fake sympathy, his tail coiling just a little tighter around your neck. “aw, poor thing. is it too difficult for you, sweetheart? you're trying so hard to be good for me. just relax.”

at this angle he can't see it, but he can feel the way your throat bulges around his length. he can feel the ridges of your throat tightening around his cock with each labored breath you take, barely enough room to allow air into your lungs. if you were in a different position he'd be able to see the faint outline of his cock stretching your throat, expanding and contracting as you struggle to meet his thrusts.

“you're loving this, aren't you? i can tell. i can smell it.” he inhales deeply through his nostrils, as if to prove his point. “ahh. like cinnamon, and… peaches. i can practically taste you from here, my darling. so sweet…”

if your mouth weren't so full and you could speak properly right now, you'd probably be whining seungcheol's name and begging for more. no matter how many times he tells you to forget him, he always ends up back in your bed like this. maybe he really does have a favorite.

he groans and rolls his neck back, his skin flushed red as he looks down at you. fuck, what a sight: your pretty little ass up in the air and your lips stretched around him, looking up at him with pleading eyes filled with tears.

cheol lets out another laugh, his voice just a little strained as he teases you. “if you hadn't already soaked through your cute little panties before i got here, then i'd bet they definitely are by now.”

you choke a little around him, caught off guard by his words, but he's not wrong. you wiggle your hips involuntarily, trying your best to hold still but it's hard to stay focused. your head is fuzzy and your senses are overwhelmed, your throat burning with friction both inside and out.

your grip starts to loosen around the base of his cock but seungcheol just tsks and repeats your name, his tail squeezing once to get your attention. “use your hands, darling, you have them for a reason. now just stay still, relax for me.” he flashes you a grin. “don't want to hurt my favorite toy, of course.”

his thrusts into your mouth grow more hurried, shoving his cock down your throat faster and sloppier with each snap of his hips. the force of his movements is unnaturally strong, and although you know by now that he's right on the edge, he barely looks like he's breaking a sweat. 

he finally releases with a deep groan, spilling down your throat and flooding your mouth. his thrusts don't stop, only slowing down a fraction as he tilts his head back, letting out another satisfied moan.

you know better than to stop without cheol's permission, so you hold your head in place and try to keep up with him. your eyes are brimming with tears as you struggle not to choke, and finally the hot, wet drops spill over and roll down your cheeks from the intense amount of energy it's taking to stay still.

all you can do is focus again on breathing through your nose and swallowing all of his cum that you can. unlike other men you've been with, you're not repulsed by the taste of him, and swallowing would be easy if there weren't so much of it. even when he should be finished he still keeps going, his tip pulsating against your tongue with each spurt.

just when you think you can't hold it any longer, the pressure on your neck suddenly releases and seungcheol uncurls his tail from around your neck. you pull your head away from his cock, gasping and stuttering, and you vaguely register cheol's fingers beneath your chin to support your head, your jaw aching from being held stretched open for so long. 

“mm, there you go. deep breaths, now.”

seungcheol chuckles as if he’s pleased at the sight of you. his tail lifts to wipe the tears from your cheeks, then some of the drool and spit and cum from the corner of your mouth, and you exhale a shallow, shaky breath.

“are you done for tonight? or…” he hums once he's given you a moment to recover, but although his words are kind again, there's no sympathy in his tone. he caresses your cheek gently with his thumb, his crimson red eyes sparkling as he looks down at you.

“… you think you can take more?”

your eyes are heavy and lidded, feeling like all your energy has been zapped from you, but somehow you're still insatiable. there's an itch that you can never quite scratch, feelings that only seungcheol can make you feel, and the promise of that satisfaction is enough to keep you sated and happy for decades.

“more,” you stammer, still catching your breath, but your eyes are fixed on his. “p-please, i can take it.”

cheol's smile widens, revealing his gleaming white teeth, although he'd already known what your answer would be. “oh, i know you can. such an obedient thing you are, always so ready to please and be pleased. you want more, hm?”

you nods quickly as you can manage, your neck still aching a little. that's how he always leaves you: a ruined mess, exhausted and sore, yet you'd still jump on the chance for another round if he offered. and he always does.

before you can blink he flips you onto your back, disappearing almost like magic and reappearing at the end of the bed to kneel between your legs. his thick cock rests against your stomach, still just as hard as before, and the weight of him on top of you already has you shivering with excitement.

“you’ve been such a good girl for me, darling. i think you deserve a little reward for taking my cock so well.” he grins as he traces his fingers down your body, his hands finding your hips as his grip tightens. “you get to take it again.”

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ִֶָ࣪☾. | Sinister.

ᥫ᭡. Part 1! (Part 2 is up)

Tags (pls read): Domestic violence, themes of abuse, choking (not as a kink), almost fainting, sinister mark is his own warning. Notes: I tried to make the reader seem bad but you know, anyone can look good next to fucking lucifer over here.

There’s a crash, and your bookcase breaks into many halves when Mark throws a lamp at it. The glass shatters, sending the wood splintering across the room. You cover your face with your forearms.

“You always do this. You always fucking do this!” He huffs like an aggravated bull. The sound of his voice just makes you sigh in annoyance, your eyebrow twitching at the mess. Which apparently, is enough to set him off. 

Enough to scream so loud the walls shake slightly. “What? WHAT?” With the speed of a viltrumite, Mark slams you into the wall of the living room, his forearm against your neck, holding you high, “Got something to fucking say?” 

You feel your face instantly flush and you kick his chest and scream, clawing at his arms, he barely deters. “Mark-" You sputter, "Put me down!” 

He puts you down. Or rather, drops you so you fall on the wooden floorboards. You wheeze in a breath and cough painfully, trying your best to fill your lungs with oxygen with a sharp intake of air. You bring your hand to your neck, trying to feel at it as you cough. Your eyes are familiar with the sight of wooden floorboards, even with your vision unfocused. 

“That’s what you get… for being smart with me.” 

His hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him, you instinctively hold his wrist. When you glare, he grips you with such vigor that you’re afraid your jawbone might shatter under his hold. You breathe madly, still not recovering from the choking he had decided to give you.  

He leans in closer, “Are you done?” His voice sounds like he’s speaking through a broken megaphone, and you’re starting to see double of the bastard. 

You feel your eyes droop and your head spin. Nonetheless, you spit blood on his face, “Go to hell.” 

His hold on your jaw turns crushing, but even with all the pain in the world, it won’t stop you from acting in spite of Mark. Never will. And when he sees the unadulterated hatred in your eyes, he yells, but lets go of your face harshly, your hand immediately going to your jaw. You hiss, finally feeling the burn.

He paces around the room with shaky fists. He never really could accept that you didn’t love him. Though technically, you wouldn't call whatever twisted form of affection he has for you 'love'.

He's hyper aware that with one more wrong move, you’ll die. So, he directs his punch to the wall instead. 

“Why?” He says shakily, with his fist still connected to the wall. “Why, why, why, why?” He punctuates each word with a punch, the last one breaking a hole in the wall. 

Still unsatisfied, and still brimming with anger, he turns his line of view to you. You're completely still on the floor with your forehead to your knee, panting. 

He clenches his fists, they continue to shake. “I do everything for you. I make sure you’re fucking spared, you even have a goddamn house.” He gestures to the place, the one that is now in complete ruins, “And you’re still. So. Ungrateful.” He laments. You don’t hear him.

He continues to bitch (all he’s good for, anyway). You’re starting to come down from the dizziness, feeling the bruising on your neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot something painfully bright green in your monotone living room. 

You mistake it for a trick of the eye, your dizziness playing with your perception. But you see it, just out of the corner of your vision...

You double take, and it’s real. You tense. Some kind of wormhole that whirls in on itself. A portal that’s ripped the fabric of reality momentarily. Even Mark's shut up. 

It’s presence darkens the room, but it’s green makes up for it by illuminating, casting you in it’s bright glow.

You squint your eyes, leaning forward on your arms, “What the–” 

You see something, like a mini movie, but it’s blurry, and you can barely catch a sliver of it. However, you can hear it. 

It’s… Mark’s voice. If you had the strength, you’d turn to him, because it somehow sounded less irritating than it always does. 

Before you could question who was talking (because that soft voice couldn’t be Mark’s.), you see yourself walk into frame, talking to someone chirpily. You look healthier, stronger, your expression relaxed. 

“The fuck is this?” Mindlessly, you lift a hand to silence Mark as you try and pay attention. Somehow, he doesn’t comment on your ‘rudeness’, letting it slide. Or perhaps just as taken aback by the portal’s abrupt presence.

Then, there’s Mark…you’re talking…laughing with Mark. He looks so…different. Much younger, much cuter, much softer. 

You don’t know how long you’re staring for, completely astonished at what it is that you’re seeing— But without your permission, it leaves just as suddenly as it came, swirling in on itself, disappearing into a wisp. It dissolves into the tiniest of sparks, leaving you with the deafening silence of the room. You blink, sitting back down on the floor. 

You hate Mark, you really do, and you would never speak up to him first unless he had threatened to saw you in half or something. But this time, you couldn't help yourself, “You just saw what I saw, right?” 

“Of course I did, I have eyes.” He says far too quickly, you’re too tired to roll your eyes. 

Without even thinking about it, you lift your arm up. Mark takes it, lifting you up, “Was it an illusion?” 

“Because it's so hard to believe I'm actually nice somewhere.” 

You ignore his insistent grumbling. “So, it’s a different reality.” 

You shrug off him rather forcefully and walk to the bookcase, the one that now looked more like a crime scene than anything peaceful. You crouch down and filter through the fallen books. 

Mark crosses his arms, “What are you doing?” 

You move a piece of wood weakly and look under it, “You could have ruined any piece of the house, by the way.” You chastise.

“Well, I specifically wanted to upset you. So that’s that.” He says matter-of-factly. He walks over and lifts the wood piece without effort. You crawl under it to try to find what you’re looking for. 

“Not even a thank you?” He says when you ignore him. You crawl out and sit on the floor with your legs crossed, a book in your hands. He lets go of the broken wood and it snaps under its own weight. He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at you as you flip through the pages. 

“I’ll ask again, and I want an answer this time. What are you doing?” 

You land on the chapter you were looking for, splaying your hand on the page. You blink at it, and a soft smile spreads across your face, “Mark," You begin, "Do you want to expand your damned viltrumite empire, or not?” You say calmly. 

He bites his lip when you say his name like that, but a sadistic smile makes its home on his face. “Well, don’t fuckin’ keep me waiting then.” 

You feel a sense of peace amidst your headache, like the clarity after a cry, because you had just hatched an idea, a brilliant idea, to get rid of Mark, forever. Where he’ll be gone some place far, far away. And you doubt he’s bright enough to come back all on his own. Ridiculous in his perseverance at times, but not at all brilliant. 

The book in your hand shakes, you’re convinced he’ll think it’s just because you’re still in pain. 

“There is this man, his name is Angstrom Levy.” 

He laughs, “What a terrible name to have.” 

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ATEEZ WITH A BREEDING KINK

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, romance, established relationship, boyfriend!ateez, parent!wooyoung, fem bodied!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!ateez

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex//creampie (wrap it before you tap it, folks!), breeding//impreg kink, cum play, cum eating, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, choking, shower sex, dirty talk//sexual language, intentional lower case and small font, intentional word abbreviations

WORD COUNT — 1.8k

SUMMARY — ateez breeding you.

HONGJOONG

a sharp thrust, and then another. the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by the harmonies of moans and curses. the grip around your throat tightened, and all you could do was surrender your body to the pleasure coursing through you.

lips were at your ear. “you’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, baby,” hongjoong whispered, voice raspy with exertion and desire. his hips were brutal and grip firm. “gonna make me cum. gonna fill this pussy up so full. would you like that, huh?”

your nails dug weakly into his back as you tried to hold onto the last vestiges of your coherence. the lack of proper air and the promise of his hot seed had your mind reeling. you managed a nod and small whimper.

hongjoong smirked and lifted his head to peer down at you, enjoying the fucked out expression on your face. “i’ll breed this little pussy of yours, and you’re gonna take every last drop, yeah?”

his cock struck a chord deep inside and you spiraled into ecstasy with a hoarse whisper of his name. your own high urged him to his own, and just like he promised, he filled your hole with his seed, and you cried as you felt its warmth.

“you take me so good. so fucking good, baby.”

SEONGHWA

“fuck,” seonghwa groaned, hands pushing your thighs into the mattress and putting your pussy on full display. he was awestruck at the sight of you, your sex pretty and swollen and leaking his cum. “you’re so dirty.”

your cheeks grew hot at his words and at the feeling of his eyes examining your most intimate area. “s-stop staring.”

one of seonghwa brows quirked as he regarded you, a look of disbelief on his handsome face. “stop staring? how can i stop when your pussy is so beautiful.” his palms skated across your inner thighs until his thumbs were at your pussy, spreading your folds open to watch as his cum gushed out. “your pussy always looks the most beautiful after being fucked and bred so good.”

you didn’t have much time to process what he did next. his face dove between your thighs and his tongue licked a stripe up your slit before you could react, a choked moan falling from your mouth at the contact. “seonghwa!”

seonghwa laughed against you while he reveled in the mixed taste of you and him. “we can’t let all this cum go to waste, now can we?” his tongue was plunging between your folds in the next second, pushing all of his cum back into your hole.

YUNHO

your hands dug into the sheets while your spine arched uncomfortably. there wasn’t much you could do to brace yourself against his powerful thrusts except to take every bit of what he was giving you. you cried out as his cock churned your insides and battered that sweet spot repeatedly. you’d already cum a few times, overstimulation having you on the brink of pleasure and pain.

your slick and his seed dripped down your thighs; you were so full you were literally spilling, but yunho was determined to fill you up even more. “you can take some more, can’t you? this pussy was meant to be bred.”

you whimpered into the mattress as your body shook. “s’much, yunho. so full. can’t take anymore.”

yunho laughed at your small voice. “yes, you can. you can take one more load. i just can’t stop until i’ve properly bred you.” his voice was soft, a stark contrast to the way his hips pistoned into your backside hard enough to shake the bed frame. “you’re gonna look so pretty all round with our kid inside you.”

you yelped when he leaned over you, the size of him overwhelming you. his cock reached deeper at this angle, and it felt like there were wildfires on every nerve of your body.

“now, be good and take some more, baby.”

YEOSANG

“god, baby. you’re milking me so fucking good.” yeosang had you trapped in a mating press, your knees by your head. his cock was throbbing inside you; he was so close to cumming, and with the way he battered your sweet spot, so were you.

“yeosang, you’re so deep!” in this state it was impossible for your brain to comprehend much of anything outside of the way he filled you to the brim and stretched you wide. you were delirious, so drunk on his cock. “‘m gonna cum…”

he huffed, hot breath fanning your cheek. “yeah? you’re gonna cum? me too, baby. where do you me to cum?” there was an urgency to his voice.

“inside me, please.”

yeosang groaned, cock twitching at your plea. “inside you? want me to fill you up?”

you wanted, no, needed to be full of him in every sense. “y-yes! fill me up! i can take it, i promise.”

you were both reaching your ends at once, unraveling together with sighs and curses. your walls spasmed around him, coaxing every last drop of milky cum out of him. and you took every bit until you were leaking around him.

yeosang panted as his forehead rested against yours, cock still throbbing from the aftershocks of pleasure. “fuck, i love when i get to breed you like this.”

SAN

“god damn it.” your cunt had a tight grip on san’s cock, pulling him in like you never wanted to let him go. he bottomed out again and stilled, cock twitching with need to release while he was trying so hard to keep that from happening just yet. “god, this pussy of yours, baby. gonna get us in trouble.”

you whined at his stillness. you pushed your ass back into him to urge him to move, desperate for the orgasm that was now slipping away. “just cum inside me, san.”

he groaned and groped your ass while he attempted to hang on to his sanity. “cum inside you? want me to breed you, is that it?”

you shouldn’t have found him breeding you so hot. it was a dangerous game, but you wanted to play nonetheless. “yes, sannie. please.”

you were beginning to flutter around him, obviously aroused from the thought of his cum filling you up. san resumed his pace, fucking your tight pussy until you were unraveling around him. he fell apart right after you, spilling into you with a low groan falling off his tongue. and later when he watched the way his seed dripped from your hole, he knew he’d found his new addiction. “fuck it. one kid won’t hurt anyway.”

MINGI

“you want more?”mingi’s deep voice reverberated inside the steamy shower, as did the wet slaps of his hips against yours. he held you in place against the shower wall, your legs wrapped around his slim waist.

you moaned into his ear just as your hands gripped at his soaked hair. “please, mingi. i want more.”

he groaned at your cute voice. “are you sure your little pussy can take more? you’ve already taken so much…”

“fill me up again, please. i want your cum.” you were so delirious on his cock, begging for him as if he hadn’t fucked you full of his cum twice already.

mingi nipped at your neck as his cock twitched, your pussy clamping down on him so tight he felt like he could’ve lost his mind. you had milked him of everything he could give, but here you were, crying for more. and how could he resist you when you sounded so cute? “you’re so desperate for my cock and my seed. you’re so fucking,” a sharp thrust, “adorable.”

you clawed at his back as he drove into you deeper, harder. you were slipping and sliding against the wet wall, but mingi held you in his embrace securely even while his thrusts grew more erratic by the second.

“okay, baby. take my cum. take all of it like the good little cum slut you are.”

WOOYOUNG

“oh my god, wooyoung,” you huffed just as he bent you over the countertop, your dress hiked up and panties pushed to the side as he entered you. “we gotta go pick up the kids from my parents. we can’t – fuck – be late.”

wooyoung’s hips were swift and sharp, driving his cock into you so good it had your back arching. he took you over the kitchen counter, too fucking pussy drunk to even attempt leaving the house just yet. “need to fuck you first. need to fill you up.” he felt like he was a dog in heat with the way this primal need overwhelmed him.

you moaned as he hit that perfect spot inside you. he was fucking you in a frenzy, in a way that was going to have both of you cumming as quickly as possible. “wooyoung, ‘m not gonna last.”

wooyoung’s cock throbbed. “fuck, baby, neither am i,” his hands locked around your hips as he used them for leverage to fuck into you harder. “gonna fill you up, okay? gonna put another baby inside you. how does that sound? would you like that?”

your eyes rolled into your skull. “yes, f-fuck!”

wooyoung emptied himself inside you soon after, and the feeling of his hot cum inside you tipped you over the edge. he let you ride out your high, groaning as your cunt sucked him in and took every last drop from him. “just like that, baby. milk my cock.”

JONGHO

a deep plunge, a firm palm on your lower belly. “god, baby. you’re so full. how does your little pussy take me so well every time?” jongho’s thick cock stretched you wide with every dip of his hips, his palm feeling the bulge in your belly.

the pressure of his hand on your abdomen accompanied by his cock reaching deep inside had you at a loss for words. you were dumb with pleasure; the only thing that mattered to you was him.

jongho enjoyed the sight of you speechless from the pleasure. he pressed into you more firmly, and the whine that escaped you was immediate. “gonna cum inside you, gonna claim that womb of yours. think you can take it all, baby?”

you mewled at the meaning of his words, at the idea of him claiming you fully and completely. your cunt twitched with excitement, signaling to him you were already so close to falling apart. “y-yes.”

he smiled down at you lovingly. his eyes watched his hand as it remained firm against your lower belly. “you’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant, belly round as it grows to accommodate our baby. tell me, you gonna let me fuck you when you’re pregnant, hm?”

you groaned. god, he was ruining you. breaking you down. you didn’t utter a word this time, just offered him a whimper and nod of your head.

jongho picked up the pace, his hand leaving your belly to grasp a hold of one of yours, interlocking your fingers. “good, now lay back and let me fuck you full of my seed.”

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we've seen johnnie choking reader with his chain, what about the other way around

This one shot is going to contain a sexual scene of being choked with a chain necklace, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, CHOKING w/a metal chain necklace, slightly dominant!reader, slightly sub!Johnnie, hair pulling, scratching, oral (both), unprotected sex, creampie, filth

Word count: 1.6k | unedited

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As you filled your fifth glass of wine, you heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of footsteps shuffling towards the kitchen.

“Oh, hey baby. Didn’t know you’d be up.” Johnnie walks over, his hand pressing to your hip as he greets you with a kiss to the cheek, “Sorry. Jake wouldn’t stop talking to people.”

“It’s okay.” You smile up at him, “I may have almost finished off that new bottle of wine.”

Johnnie glances over, picking up the empty bottle, “Baby. This bottle is empty.”

“Okay.” You sigh, unable to control your giggling, “Maybe I finished it.”

He laughs as he sets down the bottle, “So, what you’re telling me is that you’re in a fantastic mood.” He smirks at you and your eyes fixate on the metal chain around his neck, “You wore that out?”

You walk over as he looks down at his chest and he watches as you pick up the metal chain. He smirks, licking his lips, “Everytime I see I think of how fucking hot you look with it around your neck.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm, “Johnnie.”

“What?” He dips his head down, “Tell me. There’s something on that pretty little mind of yours.”

You look at him, closing the space between your lips and his hands grip your waist, walking you back towards the counter.

He lifts you up, setting you down as he moves between your knees. Your hand is currently wrapping the chain around your hand, slowly winding it up until your fingers brush his neck, “I want to do it to you.”

He swallows and you loosen the chain, “Only if you want to, baby.” He shakes his head, “You really are a freak.”

His lips crash back onto yours and his words are muffled, “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

You understood, slowly tightening the chain around his neck. You pause the kissing waiting for any kind of reaction from him but he just pulls you into him, lips on yours, “I need you naked for this.”

He pulls you down off of the counter and you keep a loose hold on the chain, leading him to the bedroom. You look back at him, smirking as you bite your lip and walk backwards through the doorway.

Johnnie groans, kicking the door shut behind him, “You’re killing me.” He reaches out for you waist but you put a hand on his chest, “It’s my turn, J.”

This was really getting to Johnnie, the chain, the choking, seeing you in control this time.

“Fuck, anything you say.” He nods and walks over and you turn, “But-“

“Keep the chain on. I know, baby.” He smirks at you as he slips his shirt off, his eyes on you as he waits for you to get rid of the nightgown you put on just for him.

You reach down, eyes on his as you bunch up the skirt part and pull it up over your head, leaving you completely naked for him.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” His eyes move up and down his body as he discards the rest of his clothes to the floor and lays on the bed.

You walk over, lip pulled between your teeth as you climb onto the bed. Johnnie he reaches up, his thumb untucking your lip, “Let me do that.”

He slides his hand to the side of your neck and into hair as you lean down to kiss him. You moan out, clenching around nothing as he slowly bites down onto your lip.

Your left hand moves down his body and your right up moves up to grab the chain that’s lying on his chest, “Do you trust me?”

Johnnie nods, “Of course I trust you, baby.” He pulls you in for another kiss and sighs as he pulls his head away, “Just don’t let Jake know about this. I’ll never be able to go to Hot Topic with him again.”

You laugh, nodding your head, “I won’t do it as hard as you do it to me.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He smirks and you smiles before leaning in to kiss down his neck as you wrap your hand around his cock.

He gasps as your touch, moaning when you start to stroke slowly, “Just tell me if it gets to be too much, m’kay?” You kiss back down his neck as he nods, moaning out a little louder when your grip on his cock tightens.

You sit up, glancing down at your hand before looking back up. Johnnie’s chest rises and falls fast, both with pleasure and anticipation.

You wrap the chain around your hand, slowly tightening it against his neck as the speed of your other hand picks up.

Johnnie gasps, groaning out as he bucks his hips. His arm is wrapped around your waist, gripping the flesh of your him while he balls up the blanket beneath him with the other, “Fuck, baby.”

You lean in to whisper into his ear, “Say please.”

He bucks his hips, gasping as you squeeze, “Please baby.”

You let go of the chain, turning your ass towards him as you lean down to lick a stripe up his cock. He groans, gripping your thigh with his hand, “Just.. sit on my face.”

Not pulling away from his cock, you swing your leg over his head and plant your knee next to it, moaning out as he pulls you down right away and sucks your clit.

You moan around him, rolling your hips as your eyes roll back. You pull away, taking a breath and moaning loudly before pushing your head down onto him, gagging slightly around him.

“Fuck.” He groans, earning another gag from you as he bucks his hips once more, “I need you.” He breathes out as he squeezes your leg, “Please, baby.”

You spin around, wiping the spit from your chin on your wrist, “What do you want, J? Hmm.” You straddle his lap as you wrap the chain around your hand.

You tighten it once more, but this time you do it a little harder.

You were nervous, but at the same time, you’ll do whatever Johnnie wanted, and vice versa.

He gasps out, lips parting as his eyes roll closed. You raise your brows, pussy clenching at the sight below you, “Johnnie.” You whine, “You’re so hot.”

You lean down, crashing your lips onto his. You reach down, slipping his cock into you and you both gasp, breaking the kiss as you sink down all the way onto him.

“Oh my god, Johnnie.” You moan out, forehead resting on his, “You feel so good.” You pull the chain up as he leans up to kiss you, twisting it tight against his neck.

He groans as you move your hips, slowly rolling them forward and back before getting into a steady bouncing rhythm.

“Baby.” Johnnie groans out, hand moving up to grip your hip, “You can tighten it.”

You nod, tighting the chain as you continue bouncing in his cock, moaning at the sight of the pleasure on his face, “Does it feel good, baby?”

“So fucking good.” He whispers out, “Fuckin’ love this pussy.” He slowly slides a hand up your back, dragging it down your arm that holding the chain.

His grip tightens around your wrist and he pushes your hand down to pin on the bed, gasping at the sudden tightness from the chain.

“Fuck Johnnie, I’m so close.” You whimper out, grinding your hips down onto his as your eyes stay glued to his face, moaning out loudly as you cum.

You dig your nails into his chest, using him to guide yourself through your high, “You make me feel so good.” You whisper as you loosen the chain, “So fucking good.”

Johnnie rolls you over, kisses up between your boobs as he reinserts his cock. You let out a moan, arching your back as your hand grasps onto the chain.

“Go ahead.” Johnnie whispers, lifting his head, “I love when you do it to me.”

You reach around, grabbing the chain and pulling it up from the back of his neck. You tighten it, hand resting on the side of his neck.

He moans, his thrusts growing sloppier by the minute, “Where do you want me?” He asks lowly and you shrug, tightening the chain, “Where ever you want, baby.”

He groans at your words, moving his head down when you pull him in for a kiss. His hips stutter and you feel his cock twitch inside of you, which earns a moan from you - it’s hot when he does it.

You let go of the chain, letting it dangle and lay on your chest, “Are you okay? I di-“

Johnnie cuts you off as he pulls out and lays next to you, “You were perfect.” He leans over, pecking your cheek as he takes your hand in his, “Is that why you drank a whole bottle of wine?”

“Yeah, I needed the confidence boost to ask you.” You laugh, “I didn’t think you’d say no, but then again. You never know.”

He pulls you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you, “No, my love. I am indeed a freak just like you.”

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I wrote this in one sitting. I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading, I love you so much! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[vulcanette]

choke‼️hold‼️

[whump-queen]

Godddd the choking piece with Seven was too good you have to continue it 🥹

omg I love that you loved it YAY!! these guys are in my HEAD today... heres a part 2 <33

Confession Time

Tags: physical abuse, choking/asphyxiation, victim blaming, past sexual assault mention, alcohol mention, denial is a river in egypt, Wes is an insecure baby bitch boy. | Words: 1.4k

continued from this | Seven Series Masterlist

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Wes was seething. Looming over Seven and gripping the belt, mercifully just loose enough for Seven to breathe. 

"So what, you just tripped and fell into a fucking closet with her? And what, your clothes just magically came off? You actually think I’m an idiot?” 

“Please, they—” Seven coughed a few times, still recovering, “— They got me so drunk, sir I— I barely even remember—”

“But you remember enough to come up with all these excuses, yeah?” Wes scoffed.

“Please.” Seven’s head cowered away but one tug of the belt was enough to make him right his position. “You— you asked what, what happened. So I’m just— I’m just telling you what I remember.” 

“Fine.” Wes twisted his face and scrunched his nose to make it clear he was irritated with even listening to the answer to his own question. 

“I was… they got me drunk. Really drunk—I swear—I blacked out at some point—but I remember… Brie. She— she grabbed me. Just grabbed me by the shirt and, and pulled me upstairs.. and…” Seven's voice was growing smaller the longer he talked, eventually fading out entirely to echo only inside his own head. 

He slumped on his knees, head falling to his chest, tufts of light hair hanging down his face like a halo of bleached nettles. 

He felt tears prick his eyes.

“It w-wasn’t my choice,” his voice cracked as he held back a sob. That was all he wanted to say about that. He was just praying Wes would understand. He was praying Wes wouldn’t press him for further details. 

He had seen pictures. Oh god, he hadn’t even realized. He faintly recalled the other people, who’d come upstairs, he remembered lights. But his drunk mind hadn’t pieced it together, and his sober mind and dutifully forgotten it—until now. 

His memories were spotty at best—fragments, half-formed images—but what he did remember was fucking damning. Nothing that would ease Wes’ mind. Nothing that would make this look better. If anything, the more he tried to recall, the worse it got.

What had Wes seen? It ate at him as he watched his face, waiting for the reaction, the— what did he want? Pity? No— Forgiveness? Compassion? But he wouldn’t get that from Wes. Not tonight. Probably not ever.

Wes stared at Seven, wide-eyed, incredulous. Then his expression contorted—brows pulling tight, lip curling in disgust.

“No. No fucking way. That’s what you’re going with?”

Wes snarled and kicked him hard in the ribs.

"Are you fucking kidding me?” Wes’ nostrils flared, his breath coming out sharp and ragged. His hand gripped the belt again, catching as it hung limply from Seven’s cowed neck. Tight fists, tension rolling up his arms, he gave the belt a tug, not enough to cut his air off, but enough to remind him he could. 

His free hand balled into Seven’s hair and pulled, forcing Seven’s eyes to meet his. 

“You’re really gonna sit here, look me in the eye, and tell me she forced you? Tell me Brie threw herself on you??"

“Please, I—I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Seven’s voice was hollow, barely above a pained whisper. He hated this. Hated that he had to say it. Hated that some tiny, desperate part of him had still hoped—stupidly hoped—that Wes would believe him.

“You don’t get to play the victim here, Seven,” Wes shook Seven’s head with the grip in his hair. “You don’t. You’re not that fucking special.”

Wes’s knee hit him hard in the chest before he could respond. Seven keened over and coughed through it, grateful Wes had caught him on an exhale this time.

“I swear to god,” Seven coughed through his words. “SIr, I didn’t— I wouldn’t—” he gasped, “You have to believe me.”

Wes grabbed the front of Seven’s shirt and yanked him back up into a sitting position. 

"You’re lying. You have to be lying."

Before he could react, Wes’ fist crashed into his left eye socket. 

The force of it knocked him back, and Seven collapsed, his knees and arms painfully folded beneath him. He’d been here before. He knew his best bet was to roll over onto his side and tried to curl himself up, using his knees to protect his face. But Wes saw his attempts to shift and apparently didn’t approve, because that expensive shoe came down hard and sudden on his chest, pressing down on his sternum and pinning him to the floor. 

The position was not desirable—his knees seared in pain, his spine was forced to arch with his wrists trapped underneath. Wes saw the opportunity to pull the belt tighter, cutting off his circulation and giving him nowhere to go to relieve the pressure. 

He felt a zip on one of the cuffs as the force of Wes’ foot pushed it one notch tighter. Seven was panicking, fraught with the urge to flee yet forced to freeze. Nowhere to go. 

Wes was getting louder now. His voice boomed off the pristine glass walls and marble flooring. He kicked Seven again, and again, giving him no room nor time to speak, to explain, to be understood. 

“You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know you by now? You can pretend to be all meek and fucking helpless or whatever, but when it comes down to it? You’ll take what you can get. And you did."

It wasn’t true. But it was. He had. He hadn’t wanted to. But he had anyway. Right?

Wes would never see it his way. Action over intent—the loathsome thing. Seven felt gutted. Like he’d taken every raw, bleeding piece of himself, laid them out on a tray—only for Wes to spit on them.

Wes would never understand. Wes would always blame him. And the sooner Seven accepted that, the sooner this would stop.

Seven’s vision was going fuzzy again. He cursed Wes. He cursed Brie. He cursed himself. If he hadn’t been so vulnerable. If he hadn’t been so easy. If he hadn’t let himself get so drunk. He should have stopped it.

It was weak, he tried not to let his voice crack.  “I– I’m sorry, sir.”

He felt the bubbling tears breach the dam of his eyelid and trickle down his marred cheeks. 

“I don’t want you to forget for a second what you are. You are mine. You work for me. You are here because of me. You do not go around hooking up with the sorority girls, or any girls, for fuck’s sake. I don’t wanna see any more hookups. Especially. Not. Brie.

Wes slapped him hard. 

“Ever. Got that?”

“Yes! Yes, sir, please—!” Seven cried out, desperate for it to end. He just wanted Wes to get his anger out and leave him alone. He just wanted to cry in peace. 

“Good.” Wes released Seven completely, letting him drop back to the floor, limbs twisted beneath him, belt loose and laying across his chest. 

Seven gasped, fighting the urge to curl in on himself. He didn't want to incite any more outbursts from Wes. He didn’t move from the position. 

"I don't even know what to do about you lying to me about this. I guess I'll have to think of something. Point is, know your fucking place."

The pain in his knees was a distant ache now—blurred out by something deeper, something that left his chest feeling hollow, his throat raw.

Seven groaned, "Yes, sir."

Above him, Wes adjusted his sleeves, exhaled sharply. 

"Don’t make me have this conversation again.”

And then, without looking back, he turned and walked out.

Seven exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours. His shoulders sagged, only to pull tight again at the cold bite of metal behind his back.

The cuffs.

Still locked.

His only options were to go find Wes—an unthinkable idea in his current state—or to wait it out. Let Wes cool down. Let Wes get hungry. He’d have to unchain Seven’s hands to make dinner eventually. 

Seven turned onto his side, curling around his aching ribs. The floor pressed into his shoulder, pain still pulsating from his elegant swan dive into the marble.

Why was he still laying on the floor? He supposed he wasn’t as lucid as he thought he was. 

Seven stumbled up, nearly tripping on the sleek floor. Letting the world spin for a moment before he took a step, he made his way out of the living room and down the hall to his room. His hands still bound behind him, it was a pitiful pilgrimage. His door was cracked open. Small mercies.

Exhausted, dizzy, and choked out, Seven collapsed onto the bed, letting the gentle warmth of the blanket beneath him press against his bruised face. In his shallow respite, he hardly noticed the subtle weight of the leather still wrapped around his neck. 

He couldn't get a blanket on top of him, not with his hands like this, but this would be good enough until Wes inevitably came to find him. 

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