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[sserasin]

ahhh drabble about reader riding natty’s face because natty was too loud? maybe from natty’s pov?

face riding w/ natty

cw nsfw under cut, female reader, oral (receiving), degrading names (slut)

natty thinks she could die like this.

with you sitting on her face, letting her eat you out— she wouldn’t care if a bomb dropped or if someone walked in. her whole life could be ruined, or at the very least, blackmailed, and she wouldn’t care as long as she could taste your sweet juices.

“can’t talk now, huh?” you pant, betraying your composed state as a low moan leaves your lips a second after. you grind your hips down, eyes closing as natty thrusts her tongue in and out of your hole. “you’re so shameless— you don’t even care, do you?”

natty attempts to shake her head in protest, making you moan louder this time and you slap a hand over your mouth at the new angle, “oh— oh shit, do that again—”

natty listens without hesitation, shaking her head and bumping her nose into your clit. she loves that you’re basically fucking yourself on her tongue, that you’re using her.

your hand grips her hair, putting your foot up on the bed and raising up, bringing her head up with you. her moan is cut off by her face being shoved in your pussy, the vibrations making you bite back a moan and try to gain your composure again, saying, “what did i say? be quiet. you don’t want your members to hear their natty be used like the slut she is?”

natty finally realizes that she’s bucking her hips up into the air, trying to hump something, anything— but it’s not there. she whines pathetically, sound muffled as she looks up from you under her eyelashes. she moves her mouth up and sucks on your clit, switching frantically and messily between your clit and hole.

your breath hitches, “you want to let julie and belle know how much you love eating pussy? love eating my pussy, and only mine?” your hips stutter, her hands gripping your thighs to hold you down so you can’t get up. the top half of your body falters, your hand gripping the top of the headboard. your head turns back slightly, and whatever you see makes you laugh, “oh, that really turned you on th—that bad? you came without me even touching you.”

she can’t even bring herself to care that her cum soaked her underwear sticky, or that you were clearly mocking her. it just made her eager to make you come even more, and she could tell you were there when your thighs tighten around her head as she vigorously fucks her tongue in and out of you, making sure her nose kept hitting your clit at the right angle.

your moan becomes high pitched, and she gasps slightly when you cum on her tongue, eagerly licking it all up. you attempt to pull her hands off of your thighs to let you up, but she refuses until she deems you clean of your juices and she’s swallowed every bit of it back.

your release is her most favorite flavor, and she could never get enough of you. you’re whining, she realizes in her haze, blinking up at you and finally letting go of you. you fall on the bed beside her, panting slighty.

natty gasps for breath, even daring to day, eyes flickering up and down your body hungrily, “next time, we sh—should try sixty-nine. you were loud, too.”

you don’t even have the energy to punish her or even glare at her, simply flickering your eyes over to her in annoyance, “how about i don’t let you come at all?”

natty shuts up and decides to start the bath.

[lovelaetter]

[5th!member au + free use vibes + dubcon + g!p reader]

aespa 5th!member au where you are the leader and has a free pass to fuck the other four.

karina who is all talk, finding the fun in the teasing you, always getting so close, body brushing against yours by accident, sickly sweet tone asking for help with choreography because you’re such a good leader, but when you lose your patience and decides to take what’s yours she gets all shaky and wide eyed, like a kitten.

she is kind of an exhibitionist, loves when you take her in risky places, in special the practice room, body against the mirror, the loud music covering the sound of her moans and the wet squelch of your cock in and out of her. she is a hundred percent a squirter and has a small thing for humiliation, crying but loving when you keep fucking her and makes her lay over the wet mess she made.

giselle who is the worst, peak brat, absolutely begs you to fuck her mouth and specially, her ass. makes sure to rub her ass against you in public whenever she has the chance, the sight of your bulge makes her mouth water. always the first to notice when you are stressed and promptly kneels in front of you, undoing your pants to take you in her mouth. most of the times she wants you to fuck her mouth like it’s her pussy, make her choke and get teary eyed, but if you’re in a lazy mood she won’t mind doing all the job, be ready for the sloppiest blowjob ever.

most likely to be found bend over the dorm’s kitchen table, spit running down her chin and hands spreading her own cheeks so you can thrust deeper into her hole. can’t keep her mouth shut when it comes to dirty talk, always looking over her shoulder and begging you to go faster, to “cum inside me, please? fill me up” or “you’re so big, i will never get used to it”.

speaking of coming inside, minjeong who is your breeding bunny. she is the hardest to break, fights you a bit so you have to use some force, but oh, is she also the prettiest when submissive and needy. your favorite position is her quite literally folded in half, knees to her chest, pink cunt and puffy face from crying both in full show for you, as well as the bulge in her belly whenever you bottom out.

the breeding bunny nickname is so fitting. it’s not like you don’t cum inside the others, but it’s different with minjeong, she is so tight and warm and the fight she always puts up drives you crazy. whines every time you call her bunny and presses your hand over the outline of yourself on her belly, reminding her that she is going to be so full, that you won’t allow her to clean up and she will have to go with the rest of her day dripping down her legs— which is true, unless you have a schedule, you finish and help her get dressed, her underwear quickly to get soaked by your mixed juices that insist on leaking from her hole.

last but not least, ningning. if minjeong is your bunny, ningning is the puppy, always eager to have your hands on her. rarely wears underwear, needs to give you easy access, and if she had a tail, would wag it all the time around you. has a mommy kink.

very into overstimulation, her hole has to be aching and red by the end you finish using her or else it won’t be worth it. she likes to ride you, works her hips in ways you can’t even explain, and is always searching for praise, high pitched “is it good, mommy?” between moans. has the sweetest pussy and you could stay between her legs for hours.

the other side of karina’s exhibitionism coin, not minding to be used in front of people if that’s what you want to do with her, she knows how to put on a good show.

[etdanger]

[stepcest + noncon + voyeurism + dacryphilia + somno]

slightly inspired by this post from my bae @revehae ily

would you rather have an toxic boyfriend or a toxic stepbrother? because if you think your boyfriend is bad, i can guarantee stepbrother!jaemin is worse, you just don’t know yet.

stepbrother!jaemin who is so jealous of your boyfriend and you— plus everyone— mistake it for caring, always keeping an eye on you as he knows the situation with your boyfriend, how you will end up things but go back to him over and over again, but it’s in fact envy, the worst of it. jaemin wants what your boyfriend has, you, to control you, to play with your mind and body, your loyalty, to know that even after doing and saying the worst, you’ll be waiting for him like a good puppy by the end of the day… but he can’t, so he settles for your love and trust.

stepbrother!jaemin who is the first to give you the look when he finds out you’re back to that guy again, might even call you stupid and then take it back with a deep sigh and take you in his arms when you start to cry in front of him, saying you’re “sorry, i don’t know what’s wrong with me”, kissing your forehead, his mouth so close to your ear, shushing you, saying it’s okay, that he is there for you, you can cry. this is the closest he gets to hurting your feelings and it’s enough to mess with him— feeling your tears soaking his shirt and how your body shakes with your sobs get him so painfully hard. has an awful time trying to pretend everything is fine and to hide it from you, while all he can think about is getting under the shower and jacking off to the memory of your crying face.

sometimes though, you cry yourself to sleep in his arms, and how he loves when that happens, mainly if you two are alone at home or upstairs locked inside his room, as he gets to do a few more things other than jack off.

stepbrother!jaemin who has the lightest of the touches and takes advantage of that to grope you while you sleep in his arms. the first time he did it was nothing, just feeling your naked waist as your shirt rolled up, the weight of your body as you shifted and your thigh pressed against his hard cock, but once he realized you wouldn’t wake up? well, how fun. tried things bit by bit, one day feeling up your tits over your shirt, nose buried on the crock of your neck, your smell like a drug to him. next, caught himself sliding his hands under your shirt, snorting at how ridiculous he feels with his cock twitching in his pants just by feeling your hard nipples against his palms and fingers as if he was some sort of virgin teenager.

the fartest he goes is cupping and massaging your pussy over your underwear, very slowly, fantasizing about the warmth and taste of it. he did feel confident enough to touch you one day, single digit sliding under the gusset of your panties and running the very tip of it on your slit, but you stirred and he froze, never did it again, but it was enough to get a tiny bit of your taste, groaning while sucking his own finger.

stepbrother!jaemin who loves when you’re wearing shorts or a dress as he can get bolder and rub his cock against your soft flesh, slow movements making him see stars. when it gets too much and he needs to cum, strokes himself until shooting it all over your thighs, loving the way it paints your skin, hating he has to clean it up before you wake up. one day he wants to try and see if he can manage to wrap your hand around him and use it.

you may ask, does he fights your boyfriend, confronts him? yes, but just enough to let him know he hates him— and the hate is mutual honestly— but never enough to make your boyfriend leave, no, because how could he? if he can touch you like that, have you trust him like that, it because of him fucking you up.

also, speaking of fucking you, stepbrother!jaemin who lays awake when you boyfriend spends the night over at your house as your room is right next to his and he knows what’s about to happen. rubs himself furiously to the sound of your sweet moans, skin on skin, your bed being right behind his and you’re not as quiet as you think you are. and when you don’t want to, small cries of “no, not today, i’m tired” but your boyfriend insists and he gets to hear your mix of crying and moans? yeah, heaven.

in the end, he owns that boyfriend of yours a lot.

[kairakeiji]

[03:33]

“please don’t.”

his voice is nothing but a whisper, but it’s enough to stir you awake from your sleep.

“don’t leave me.”

you search for his body in bed, a gentle hand wandering through the sheets in search of warmth. you find childe in your sleepy haze, worry rushing through your system when you hear his words.

“i don’t care about anyone else, but you…you can’t leave.”

you shuffle in bed to face him, rubbing your eyes as you sit up only to see his trembling body as his pleas echo in his sleep.

“please…”

your hand reaches toward his cheek, sucking in a breath when you realize it’s stained with his tears. he’s shaking, sniffles rack through his body as his desperate cries grow softer and softer.

“hey,” you whisper as your hand traces back to his arm. “wake up.”

he doesn’t hear your words, still stuck in his supposed nightmare.

“ajax,” you call out, “wake up, it’s only a dream, wake up.” you shake him a little more, pushing him onto his back before watching carefully as his sniffles begin to die down and his eyes blearily open. he stares up at you wordlessly, “hi,” you smile. “it was only a nightmare, you’re safe.”

and that’s all you need to say before he sits up and holds you tightly in his arms.

nightmares were rather common for him. considering his job and desire for battle, it’s safe to say he’s been in hundreds of dangerous situations in the past. but even if he holds a strong front, it didn’t mean that the blood and battle were something so superficial. the vivid memories often make their way into his peaceful slumber, timid mumbles leave his lips as comrades and foes alike die in front of him. he’s spoken in his sleep before. normally they’re halfhearted words in battle, last words to people he knew were going to die, or whispered regrets that only he got to know.

but they were never like this, never to the extent where he cried and shook and begged.

his tight grip on you catches you off guard before you wrap your arms around him, rubbing circles in his back while you whisper reassurance. he’s still sniffling, trembling slightly as the small sounds ring throughout the room.

“you’re okay,” you whisper, just as you had done countless nights before. “you’re fine, it was only a dream.” he pulls away slowly, meeting your eyes. “do you wanna tell me what it was about?” you question.

“don’t leave me.”

your eyes widen at his words, “i would never,” you tell him as your hands cup his cheeks. “i love you, i’m not going anywhere.”

he hesitates, “even if i’m reckless and get into dangerous situations?”

“i’ll be here to take care of your wounds.”

“even if i’m not the most amazing guy.”

you can’t help but laugh, “you’re amazing to me.”

“even if-”

but before he can finish his thought, you press your lips to his, a deep, gentle kiss that seems to tell the boy everything he needs to know.

i’m not going anywhere, no matter what.

his arms still remain circled around your figure, but you don’t miss the way his grip slightly tightens, almost as if he’s scared of letting you go because if he does, you might just go back on your words.

so you tell him once more when you pull away. “no matter what happens, i’m not leaving, i promise.”

he sighs as a small smile graces his lips, one that makes your heart swell. “you know you can’t go back on a promise right?”

“i have no intention to,” you tell him gently as you reach up to his face, wiping away the last of his tears. “i love you, nothing’s changing that.”

he only shakes his head, “you’re too good for this world, you know that?” he sighs. “you stay when everyone leaves.” he meets your eyes, “you’re all i’ve ever needed.”

and your heart seems to pick up at his words. “did i leave you in your dream?” you mumble.

but he only pulls you back in his arms. “stay,” he whispers. “i don’t care what you do, just please, stay with me.”

you only sigh as your arms wrap around him.

“okay,” you nod. “i’ll stay.”

sob sob vulnerable childe...

thanks for reading! reblogs/interaction are incredibly appreciated <3

[wanderingblindly]

Can’t believe I just fell for the trap of reading my own wip, going “oh this is good!”, and being disappointed when it isn’t finished.

Babes. Girl. You knew this. You wrote it. Moron.

[saveyourself]

it's been a long, long time since i've worked on anything danger days, but I was curious about if I was still familiar with it, so take this. post-SING by 10 years, deviation before the true lives.

“You might be trying to find some trace of them, even subconsciously,” Dr. Benzedrine continues, currently soldering together two strange pieces of metal that might become artwork when he’s done with it. 

While he’s a transplant to the Lobby from the desert, giving up the life of a Killjoy, the doctor has never been able to change the ability to find art in everything — one of the few things that wasn’t blood-soaked out in the Zones. 

The Girl finds it endearing. A taste of home from someone who can’t possibly give her grief from it — someone who never got along with the original Killjoys in the first place. 

“I’m not, though,” the Girl hums, spinning on the stool she’s been given to sit on. 

Benzedrine has carved out a place in the Lobby for himself, setting up a poorly ventilated lab with spare parts here and there, in a corner of the city too desolate for even the Scarecrows to care about — it’s beneath them to inspect the dirt in their boots. The Lobby’s lighting suits him well, serving to make the mottled purple of Benzedrine’s decade-old lab coat somewhat clean-looking. 

“I would’ve believed you if I was still thirteen and missed them. Why would I make this up, Benze? I don’t — There’s something here, and I don’t think it’s them. It’s just popped up in relation to them. It isn’t the —” 

“Do you believe in miracles?” 

The Girl pays no mind to the interruption. Benze is known for it, after all. “Not when they’re a decade late.” 

“Who’s to say it’s late? Decades are trivial, time is trivial. Your sense of the impossible towers over the improbable yet plausible. You’re an impossible girl, so who is to say there are not impossible miracles?” 

One day, the Girl is going to find some old English testbook from the snobby Bat City primary schools, and she’s going to throw it at Benze’s head in the hopes that it knocks some sense into him. 

“My impossibility doesn’t —” 

“Does it? You’re afraid of hope, but it’s a weapon just as that electrokinesis — something that I still want to examine, by the way —” 

“Never gonna happen, Benze.” 

“Right. So you’ve said. Anyways, hope is a weapon; it’s the first thing you learn as a Killjoy, and yet you’ve forgotten it. The impossible is only what you haven’t hoped enough for. Your loneliness has turned you into something like stone, unwilling to accept the weathering of the future, you know. Do you wait for miracles?” 

[chuuyanakaahara]

Every God and their disciple has a start. This includes Fyodor Dostoyevsky, a man bent on the eradication of ability-users throughout the world. It all starts with an unfired gun, a deer, and a grave.

*heed the content warnings. part 1 of the fyodor backstory series

[the-manors-writer]

request: not a request, i just wanted to write some antonio lovin’ and this may also count as an apology fic for the inactivity.... <3 -mod orpheus pairing: [antonio paganini] the violinist/gn!survivor!reader warnings: none

antonio paganini

his eyes gazed over the factory, a thrumming beat in his chest. the violinist hasn’t played in a few weeks, he thought to himself. in truth, he was more upset than relaxed, which was the original plan for the break in the first place. antonio was told in passing by mary that the manor had recieved a new survivor, however he had been unable to meet them due to the aforementioned few week break. when he returned, the first chance of a match he could accept, he took it in hopes to see the new survivor. the hunters have had varying opinions and voices related to them and he was excited to see them for himself.

as the sound of cracking glass reached his ears, he began moving down the path behind the sandbag cipher. antonio hummed the repetitive tune, footsteps crunching the grass beneath his shoes as he roamed towards the factory. tinnitus rang out and he peered through the doorway, feeling the smile on his face widen when he saw the running figure of the new survivor. lucky him, with them as first chase.

his hair wrapped tight around the violin and its bow, pulling it backwards whilst aiming carefully at where his note would be sent out. hollow eyes tracked the survivor’s movements, his lips twitched in excitement, and he sent out the first. the second came next, and the red demon’s string injured them as he had hoped it would. antonio made his way through the abandoned property, watching how their figure stumbled over their feet, coughing and continuing to run. he aimed his bow yet again, dark eyes squinted in delight beneath the black strands before he sent out a new string.

though they dodged it initially, they were slowed when they phased through the string, giving the violinist just enough time to catch up and strike them down. excitement rushed through his veins as he observed their figure. they were just... well, some person. there wasn’t much of a shock to their appearance at all, just a natural person in this unnatural setting of a game. antonio felt a tinge of disappointment. he was looking forward to this, but... well, either way, he sighed to himself. perhaps this is just someone similar to the lucky guy? with a shrug of his shoulders, antonio bent down to pick up the survivor, and followed routine of chairing.

he took this time, patrolling around the chair, to observe them some more. there really was nothing that rather surprised him about the newcomer, perhaps just how quickly they were downed, but then again they never did have to go against him in a match until today. it was expected; a sense of surprise and fear. the hunter seethed a cuss in italian as a sudden blast hit him right in the chest, red smoke surrounding him. “you little-” he coughed hard, hands slamming against the grass as he stumbled to his feet, the figure of the coordinator unbinding the new survivor from the chair disappearing from his sight. great. now he had to waste around twelve or so seconds chasing this bastard who had tide.

much to his relief, however, the survivor did eventually fall. a lucky stray note hit them and it was enough of an ‘off guard’ sense for them for the violinist to strike a hit. as he leaned down to pick them up again, he didn’t expect the sudden sting to his back. with an anguished yell, he released the balloons, upper body thrashing a bit to pull out what looked to him to be a glass shard embedded in his shoulder. antonio lifted his head, a glare trying to figure out who the hell hit him, until he saw the survivor from earlier already booking it down the factory.

he blinked.

that was them. that was their skill, wasn’t it? a sort of safeguard from another instant chair.

he felt his grin widen once more, the excitement in his veins rushing back in place. i knew you were more than what you seemed, the demon violinist chuckled as he followed a new trail, leaving you to be healed by the gardener. i can’t wait for our paths to cross once more. little fighter.

[art credit - official art]

[sunbentshadows]

“Looking back, it becomes clear late America worshipped corporations as gods, allowing constant proliferation of their propaganda, sacrificing health and homes and their prosperity as a nation at the altar of capital.

“Crimes against wealth were treated as severely as crimes against an individual’s life, as murder, as egregious harm to a person or child, and the laws protected corporations’ right to prosecute with a bloodthirsty ruthlessness. Lawmakers turned great profits in conjunction with these industries, buying stock and accepting legal bribes from influential persons employed by corporations to pass further favorable legislation.

“Corporations were allowed to own lawmakers, to pick presidents (the equivalent of our ‘Consul’), to kill without consequence, to poison lives and natural resources, and to take any means necessary to pursue profit - and in fact, were legally mandated no other course. These actions were lauded, for the pursuit of endless monetary gain was seen as a virtue.”

- Excerpt from a future history book

[velkyr]

taking my chapter note groupings Very Seriously for this Very Serious chapter

[sserasin]

ruination

cw nsfw under cut, noncon, dead dove do not eat, female reader, degradation, car sex, use of degrading names (fucktoy, slut, cumdump), choking, overstimulation, heeseung cums inside.

“what did you fuckin’ expect?” heeseung grunts, your hair wrapped around his fist as he pulls your body up against his, breath hitting your ear. your eyes are squeezed shut, small whimpers escaping your mouth the harder heeseung slams into you. “going around and wearing shit like that? wanna go show off your ass and tits to a bunch of horny fuckers, might as well give you what you wanted.”

“hee—heeseu—” a loud cry leaves your lips when he gives a swift but just as hard smack to your ass, barely even able to feel the sting from the millionth time he’s done this.

“shut the fuck up,” he pushes your head back down into the backseat, “fucktoys don’t talk.”

squeezing your eyes shut tighter didn’t do anything for your tears, just pushing them out even quicker. if you could think of something happier… but the feeling of him stuffing you full was overwhelming, making you lose grasp of reality.

“you can’t fool me,” heeseung hisses your name through gritted teeth, as if he’s even disgusted to say your name, “saying you’re a virgin… no virgin would be easily sucking me in like this.”

your head turns to the side, revealing your teary eyes with tears rushing down your cheeks, “heeseung, p-please, stop. i-it hurts!”

“‘cause you like it like that,” he huffs, hips snapping into yours at a brutal pace. “like all dirty sluts do. you like to be put in your place, you like the pain. i know you do.”

you gasp out in a mix of mortification and pleasure as the head of his cock kisses your cervix. heeseung notices, chuckling as he pulls out without warning and flips you over, quick to push himself back in your wet, puffy cunt. you whimper at the intrusion, blinking back tears as you keep your eyes on the necklace that swings from his neck in your face.

“see, i knew you liked it,” he whispers, leaning down to press his lips to yours only for you to turn your head to the side so his mouth was against your cheek. his brow raises, slowly thrusting in and out of you but with enough force to make your entire body move. “i suggest you let me kiss you.”

with tears streaming down your cheeks, you turn and keep still as he moves his lips against yours, not all caring that you weren’t responding to the kiss. he was right. you were a dirty slut, weren’t you? you had to be— how else could you be this wet?

heeseung pulls back, glee in his eyes, “i’ve always wanted to do that.” his eyes then darken, “but you never gave me the time of day, did you?” you didn’t notice his hand had moved to your collarbone, slowly increasing your anxiety as his hand finally rests on your neck. his rings are cold around your burning hot neck. he doesn’t squeeze, not yet. “stupid slut was always busy fucking around with her friends’ boyfriends and giving fuck me eyes to all the wrong guys.”

your eyes widen, “no, no,” you attempt to shake your head, but his hand tightens around your neck. your eyes dart to his necklace again, trying to copy the calm swing and repeat it with your breathing. up, in. down, out. but it’s your mistake— heeseung’s grip keeps getting tighter and tighter.

“i told you, you can’t fool me,” heeseung says, eyes burning a hole straight through you. you’re letting out choked gasps, but it only has his cocking twitching inside you.

dots begin to blur your vision, chest tightening with the squeeze on your neck. your walls tighten around his cock in retaliation, making him groan before letting go of your neck and lifting your leg up over his shoulder. there’s a burning in your thigh, but it doesn’t matter when your vision isn’t just colors anymore and all you see is a blurred heeseung over you.

“i’m going to ruin you and that perfect fucking image of yours,” he snaps his hips up, immediately slamming into your g-spot. your hands clutch at the top of the car seat, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down on your lip. think of something else. not his cock hammering repeatedly into you, not the tightening in your stomach or your legs trembling. you wish you could focus on the necklace again.

you cream around his cock, a weak whimper finally leaving your mouth. but heeseung continues to fuck you, his thick cock dragging against your walls. the pleasure soon turned into pain again, grunts coming from his lips as your hand weakly tries to push him away, “ah, ah, heeseu— stop! ‘t’s too fast, please—“ you weakly sob out, but not a tear leaves your eyes. you wonder if you’ve cried all your tears out.

“shut up,” he groans, hips snapping up to hit the soft spongy spot with each word, “and lay there and fucking take it.” his hand comes to grip your jaw, pulling you into a kiss as his thrusts become weak and sloppy. “f—fuck, i’m go—going to fill you up with my cum,” he grunts making your eyes widen.

“wh—what?” you stammer, fists trying to punch him away again. “heeseung, don’t—”

“ruin y—you for all oth—other guys,” he continues like you’re not even talking, writhing under him for him to get off. “no guy wants a fucking cumdump as their girlfriend,” he grits out, bottoming out in you with a low groan and releases inside of you with three quick squirts. his head is thrown back, ecstasy shown on his face as he pants above you.

you watch him through lidded eyes, hoping this was it. he was done with you. you could go get plan b, and forget this day ever happened.

heeseung’s head lowers, dark eyes settling on you and dread begins to fill your chest again. you can feel his cock hardening in you again, a squeak leaving your lips as it stretches out your abused walls.

“i’m not done with you yet,” he whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss under your jaw. it feels misleading. “i told you i was going to ruin you.”

[lovelaetter]

little perv!minjeong with a tad of oral fixation who is obsessed with your tits. big, small, it doesn’t matter, she’s utterly transfixed by them. she’s probably a little embarrassed about it, doesn’t even know why she likes it so much, while you on other hand think it’s cute.

minjeong who lays on top of you, head on your chest, just to have an excuse to feel your tits. minutes into cuddling and she’s rubbing her face on them over your shirt, making you giggle at the sight. the type to slide a hand under your top to play with them mindlessly, feels so nice, your body is always so warm…

but sometimes, it’s pathetic. you can easily torture her if you want, not letting her touch you or put her mouth on you, missionary position while holding her hands down and backing away at every attempt of hers to reach for you, laughing. at some point she will sure start crying, it’s so mean, your tits are right there in her face and she can’t do a thing! in public too, if it’s your thing, wearing something more revealing, a tight top, it will mess with her so much, you’ll catch her staring at your chest multiple times — probably creams her panties if she gets a sight of them jiggling.

minjeong who whimpers like a little puppy, teary eyes, just to get her mouth full. “need something in your mouth, baby?” and she nods desperately, too eager when you motion for her to lay with you.

the thing is, she is good. if she was just a pathetic perv but god, it’s like her mouth was made for it. even if you aren’t the type to have sensitive tits and usually doesn’t get much aroused with it, she knows how to work it. switching between gentle and rougher sucking, little tongue so warm swirling around your nipples in ways you couldn’t even imagine, she’s a pro. and you heard about sloppy blowjobs, prepare yourself for sloppy titjobs because when she’s needier she will get messy, lots of noises and spit running down your body.

minjeong who, while she’s lost in your chest, comes the fastest, unconsciously riding your fingers. it’s humiliating and she won’t admit, but she loves when you make her cum then smear her wetness on your tits to make her lick it… likes to rub her pussy there too somehow, if she rides your face will always end up sliding down and finding a way to rub herself on your chest, feel your nipples against her clit and lick everything after. for g!p, make sure to jerk her off and make her spill all over your chest then clean her own mess after, it’s enough to make her get hard again and come untouched.

and minjeong who, in an idol!au, the perv that she is, 100% watches fancams of you just to see the way your chest moves while you dance.

[etdanger]

[noncon + pseudo incest]

godfather!johnny and his urge to protect you. your parents joke about it, how he was terrified of the idea years back when they asked him, but look at him now, godfather of the damn century. the problem is that his urge to protect you is in reality obsession, ownership.

ownership that leads to things.

it’s not like he doesn’t feel bad, but he isn’t that much of a bad person if you’re the one who started it, right? you have him wrapped around your finger since forever, always being so clingy whenever he’s around, looking up and batting your eyelashes to get anything you want, running to his arms when your parents are too harsh, so many cheek kisses and hugs, sitting on his lap and calling him uncle in that sickly, sweet voice that makes his cock jump inside his trousers… he’s yours and you’re his, simple as that.

but before being your godfather, johnny is just a man. how did you expect him to react upon discovering that someone, a stupid boy out of everyone, took what was his by right? the simple idea of you spreading your legs to someone else always made his blood boil, and to know that it became true? of course he lost his mind.

so yes, deep down he feels a little bad, seeing you cry never fails to shatter his heart and knowing he’s the cause of your tears is even worse, the tiny, broken “uncle johnny, what are you doing?” when he cornered you almost made him change his mind, but you brought this upon yourself. he always wanted your first time to be nice, he would be so gentle with you, so good, he knows you so well, that boyfriend of yours could never, but no, you had to go and ruin everything, make him take extreme measures.

good thing you still are just as he imagined, so easy to manhandle, his sweet girl, even your salty tears drive him crazy, a pussy so tight, gripping his cock like a vice, he’s going to fill you up so nicely. he is too big for you, knew it would be, can’t help but whisper a “big stretch, yeah, that’s it” with a smirk while shoving himself inside you. could break you if he wanted and maybe, if he goes hard enough, there will be a bit of blood in the end so he can soothe his ego pretending he was the one to take your virginity, as sick as he feels at the thought of hurting you. but it would be for a good cause, it would make him happy and he knows you would do anything to see him happy… and that includes bleeding a little.

[kairakeiji]

[00:38]

“suna?”

the boy looks down at you from outside your door with a small grin, “hi.”

yet your eyes remain wide as you stare back at him, “what are you doing here?”

and he only shrugs, “wanted to stop by, just wanted to see you.”

you don’t miss the slur to his words.

“are you drunk?”

he blinks before a smirk appears on his lips, “i’m not drunk.”

but by the sound of his voice, you know he’s lying.

“you know i don’t like you being drunk,” you sigh.

“i know, i know,” he rolls his eyes. “you hate alcohol, you’re a party pooper we get it.”

“i am not a party pooper,” you retort. “i just don’t like playing babysitter for when my friends drink too much.”

“i’m not drunk,” he instantly scoffs.

yeah, okay.

“anyway,” you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he only shrugs, “just wanted to see you, that’s all.”

“but,” you hesitated, treading carefully given your history, “you never just want to see me.”

he quirks a brow at your words, the flush in his cheeks finally coming to light. “of course i do,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“there’s always some kind of catch though,” you mumble, recalling how last week he forced you to swap lunches, and how the week before he forced you to tutor him. it’s a strange relationship, you often think, the way he takes and how you only respond by taking more. you two were opposite, never truly got along in the sense that friends would. yet you continued to interact with each other, seeing who could piss the other off more throughout the day. it’s strange, but it’s fun. if anything it gives you something to pass time throughout the day. and you couldn’t deny the way your cheeks flushed around him, the way your heart pounded whenever he pulled you into the day’s antics.

but even if you tried to see it as pure fun, a part of you couldn’t truly tell if he was joking or if he actually didn’t like you.

“i thought you hated me.”

a small sigh left suna’s lips at your words. he finally looks towards you, leaning a bit closer despite the way you lean back.

“i think we both know i never really hated you.”

and a small gasp leaves your lips at that, “you don’t?”

suna leans back a bit, leaning on the door frame. “remember that time when i forced you to skip class?”

your gaze narrows, “of course i do. you pulled me out of school during lunch time because of a so called emergency when in reality it was just to try the new restaurant that opened near your house.

“do you remember how you had a presentation that day?”

you only nod slowly at his words.

“now do you remember complaining about it the night before saying you wouldn’t be ready in time to do it?”

“i do,” you mumble confusion in your eyes meeting his gaze. “where is this going?”

and he only smirks, “you’re smart. you can figure it out.”

you only groan in response, which makes him laugh as he reaches up to cup your cheek.

“you’re so cute when you’re angry.”

you stand frozen at his actions, “what are you doing?” you murmur.

you skipped school on the day of a presentation, one he knew you weren’t ready for. you dig through your mind for that memory. you ended up doing amazing on the presentation since you had the extra time to prepare for it.

he was the reason you skipped school. he knew you weren’t initially ready for your presentation.

he gave you more time to prepare.

your eyes widen and he grins.

“figured it out yet baby?”

“i think so,” you mumble, cheeks flushing at the realization, as you run through old memories with him connecting dots as you realize his past nuisances were all for your benefit.

he took your lunch because he knew you barely had time to make yours in the morning since you were running late. he swapped it with his because he prepared extra, knowing you’d end up waking up late because you pulled an almost all nighter.

he forced you to tutor him so you could practice with the material, especially since you weren’t super aware of it. you both ended up acing the test a few days later.

you meet his gaze as his other hand cups your cheek.

“do you understand now?” he mumbles.

“you never hated me?” you ask softly.

“i could never,” he answers as he leans in close.

“in fact, it’s the exact opposite way i feel about you.”

your heartbeat is loud in your ears as every second that passes by feels like an eternity.

“how do you feel about me then?”

he laughs, “man for someone as smart as you, you’re quite dense.”

your gaze narrows, “that’s rude.”

“would you like me to show you then?”

and before you can give him a proper answer, his lips crash into yours. your eyes widen on impact, as your body stiffens, but you let your eyes shut when your hand almost instinctively reaches around his neck. you feel his lips curl into a smile when he feels you relax. he tastes of alcohol, and despite your supposed hatred for it, you don’t seem to mind it.

and you can’t help the way your heart soars when you let yourself kiss him back.

suna baby aaah i missed you

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[wanderingblindly]

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[beevean]

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