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── 󠀠󠀠󠀠ㅤʀᴜʟᴇꜱ; ‧₊˚ ┊ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ​ʟɪꜱᴛ;​​ ‧₊˚ ┊ ʀᴇ​​Qᴜᴇꜱᴛ​​​[ᴏᴘᴇɴ]

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── .✦ he's much like a cat, squirming away from attention when given and whining for it when not given. but when he's needy he's just like the devil himself. almost clawing at your skin, biting harshly at you any given chance and place not giving a fuck your complaints

── .✦ wooyoung absolutely loves clinging to you like a lazy ass koala. he's not tall so he could easily wrap his legs around you and arms in your neck all the way and just exist there while being all whiny and needy. a cuddle monster at times when he wants to and just impossible to get him off of you no matter your struggles, bear it.

── .✦ he'd rest his small palm on your tits but his grip is hard and forcefull, pushing them together tightly against each other, squeezing and massaging around the mounds of flesh in his hand. he refuses to do it over your shirt or bra so you'd either lift it yourself or be prepared because he just gonna rip them apart so he can have you bare.

── .✦ he enjoys your warmth surrounding him and engulfing him. bonus points for chubby girls!! just gripping that cute lil fat on your thighs and tummy, watching it fill his hands and spill slightly between his fingers. lying his head on your stomach and nuzzling the side of his cheek against your warm skin, just like a real, adorable furball. he's having you whining from pleasure at this point but couldn't care less, will not give in unless he's in the mood or you're begging really desperately. gonna leave scars too, making you still feel his fingers in their places even when he let go of you.

── .✦ same thing with your ass, if you're laying on your stomach, busy with your phone except your panties and shorts to just casually be pulled it down from you and throwing them away somewhere next to the bed on the floor. he'd have your cheeks kneading, enjoying the sight of it jiggling in his hands.

── .✦ gets really mean when he doesn't get what he wants or when you don't let him cuddle you, he's just sulking like a child who didn't got what they want. on the contrary when you do it, he starts teasing you like hell about and like I mentioned, makes you really desperately whine for it first before giving in.

── .✦ after you done the good amount of pleading for him, and it pleased him enough, with a mocking smirk on his face, he gives in. but first, gotta make sure to keep you on the edge -which feels like hours to your- throbbing and aching cunny. pushing you to the edge again and again and not letting you taste your awaited release. he's drinking in all your expressions and whines, pumping his ego real good.

── .✦ can't stop sneaking pictures of you. no matter if clothes on or off, you can't escape, he already mastered how to not make you notice him and like hundreds of pictures sit in his folders about you. actually he is proud of them, showing it off playfully and when you ask for him to just delete them already, he wiggled his index finger in front of your face with a click of his tongue. he will keep them pictures no matter what.

── .✦ the type to really baby you, he loves children so why not treat his cute, slutty girlfriend like that? his digits brush through your hair after combing it gently, nuzzling his face into your hair in the search of your sweet and sugary scent, then having you pushed onto the pillows the next second. he's forcing your face onto the cushions as he's plowing you slowly to unconsciousness. grip now tight on your delicate locks he held tenderly minutes ago and your skin now flushed and sweaty. totally loves to spoil you to ruin you in the next moment.

── .✦ has a passion for provoking with words and acts too. calling you sweet pet names, his tone is sweet as honey, almost luring you in, just to degrade you the next moment, calling you nasty names, knowing you'd make a mess just from that in your pretty underwear, your cheeks flushed and rubbing your thighs together for just an ounce friction to sparkle in your body.

── .✦ that's all you need to get a punishment out of him. having your face buried in the pillows under you, your breath hitching as he delivers a harsh spank on your bare bottom for touching whats his. it's only his privilege to give you pleasure and touch in such ways and would not allow it to even you.

"i thought i made it clear, baby.." another smack. "despite love having you all messed up and wet.. you're still not allowed to touch yourself without my permission, did we get this straight?.." he leans closer to coo in your ear with feigned pity, his palm rubbing over the now stinging skin to soothe it gently.

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๋࣭ ⭑⚝ just casually thinking about big dick!yunho, who has to really stretch you out before having his cock inside you, so he’s forcing you to sit flush against his chest, his warmth embracing you from behind as you were resting on his lap, his legs in a way to keep your thighs wide apart. you, who desperately tries to shut them close but we all know his strength doesn’t let you do so.

whining and throwing yourself around his lap as he makes you cum on his fingers again and again for the nth time. your throat dry as a desert, vision blurry from the tears stinging the corner of your eyes, not even being able to even make out his long and thick fingers thrusting in your sopping cunt furiously, your walls fluttering around his invading digits. head dizzy and your body uncomfortably hot, your ears ringing while panting heavily.

“mmm’ yunho!- enough-.. please- i’m ready..” you mewled, hands tightly gripping on his forearm and nails digging into his flesh, almost breaking the skin. you looking so fucked out already just by his fingers, made him swell with pride and a smirk forming on his lips.

“baby.. you know I would never hurt you, right?.. i just want to prepare you well for my cock..” he cooed gently against your neck, placing a wet kiss on your shoulder blade soothingly as his fingers stilled slowly inside you. even though his cock was throbbing and aching to finally bury itself in your warmth, yunho prioritized you and your comfort over anything.

he just wanted the best for you, that’s why his free warm circled around you, keeping you tightly against him, trying to force you to stay still. his hand eventually snaking down, now parting your puffy lips to reveal your swollen clit and folds glistening from your juices. the sight alone made his bulge throb against your ass, eliciting a low groan from him and a whiny moan from you. the pad of his thumb smearing your release across your oversensitive flesh, his finger flicking over the nub, making you stiffen for a moment.

you leaned your head back on his shoulder and nuzzled your forehead against chin, wanting to resist further but your words were dying out before you could even form the sentence.

“are you sure you’re ready, sweetheart?.." yunho whispered on your lips in the company of a sweet, quick peck to which in response you gave him an exhausted nod. your walls twitching around his fingers, almost sucking them in greedily against your verbal protests.

“but you love my fingers in you so bad.. it feels good, no?..” asking with gentleness in his tone but eventually he let out a sigh in surrender. “just one more, sweet girl.. we gotta make sure, alright?” and with that, fingertips curling to rub on your g-spot, starting to lazily thrust in and out again.

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⌜a/n⌟ after i finished i wasn't sure if i'd want to post it or not but i decided to do it, i'll try to get more comfortable with writing smut in the future as i do enjoy it but without sharing i don't quite know where i have to improve. likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated, enjoy!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ you were supposed to be on your way like..half an hour ago? 45 minutes.. yeah. yet, you didn’t seem to budge from your place. picking out the fanciest dress for your date already took up most of your time, you wanted to be absolutely ravishing for jiung tonight. it was your monthly ‘fancy-restaurant-date-night’ which you always loved by you. waiting for this with excitement such as nothing in the past few days.

successfully, you managed to choose the right attire. a skimpy, burgundy one still vivid, and the material like silk to the touch. it barely reached to half of your plump thighs, the straps thin on your shoulders, and showing a real clear image of your cleavage. it didn’t leave much to the imagination, really. your usually let down hair now made up in a pretty bun, curly strands slipping out here and there, tickling your neck and soft cheeks. everything was ready, now you sat on the chair barefoot, only pantyhose covering your smooth legs from the floor’s cold touch. the fluffy white carpet in the middle of the bedroom unfortunately didn’t reach there, so you had your feet rubbing against each other to keep themselves warm. you gazed into the mirror, examining your features, already planning your look. you wanted your makeup to be flawless too of course.

so much to the point, poor jiung went unnoticeable sitting on the edge of the bed, all ready and waiting for you to finally go. except he didn’t have any idea at the moment what time will it come and how much you’d sit there.

after being a few minutes late, he patted your bare shoulder carefully, his index finger running over the strap of your dress as he bent over to speak directly into your ear, his words shushed and soft.

“can you like.. speed things up a bit, love? you’re taking quite a long time..” to which you nodded simply, even though you knew he’d have to wait even more, but didn’t want to tell him that yet. with a small sigh escaping past his lips, he straightened back up, throwing his hands into his pocket, and sat down back on the same spot he stood up from minutes ago.

getting impatient, he called out to you again after like 10 more minutes to which you had the same response. he already knew what was going on, and yet again after another few minutes, you were still getting ready.

jiung sauntered over to you once again, placing both of his hands on your shoulder to give them a gentle squeeze, his slim finger brushing over your warm skin, starting to massage your tender muscles languidly.

“i know i know- i’m hurrying..” you murmured, pressing out a long exhale you didn’t know you held, focusing at the eyes shadow palette in your hands, gently shaking down the excess colored powder back onto the tray.

“no need to, pretty. i changed my mind, i want you to look your best. take your time.. i was just getting a bit bored, y’know.. ” he reassured with a smile as he looked at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. after years of dealing with you, he figured it’d be better to not hurry you when it already didn’t matter, so he just used it to his advantage.

he leaned down behind you, his warm breath caressing the side of your face and ear, a small smirk evident in the corner of his mouth. his hands now stopped kneading your shoulders, sliding a bit forward to trace your bare collarbone with his calloused fingers. “i like it when you’re getting all dolled up for me..” his words sent a chill down your spine as they slowly rolled off his tongue, your breath hitching as you now locked eye with him through your mirror. turning your head around you arched one eyebrow at him in confusion which had his smirk widening slightly across his face, his dark eyes having a sinister glint you knew already very well. “makes me wanna.. you know..” he continued as his hand moved down on your body, now sliding it under your arm to reach you better, giving your sides a gentle caress up and down, sneaking in a few playful squeezes at your soft hips before coming to a rest on your chest and cupping your breasts through the thin fabric. he gave the squishy mounds a gentle squeeze, his thumbs writing down circles around the outlines of your nipples poking through.

his sudden action had you in goosebumps all over, making you freeze in your place. turning your head to the side, ready to question his act, one of his hand moves to take a firm hold of your chin, roughly turning it back to look at yourself in the mirror before he pressed a soft peck to your cheek while keeping eye contact.

“you don’t have to do anything, alright? you’re making me wait.. the least you can do is keeping me occupied while i’m waiting..” he was right, you did take a lot of time by now but if he would start to mess around with you while you still do your makeup, he might ruin it, not to talk about the fact that it would take even longer for you to be done.

“but if you’ll ruin it-”

“i would never, you know that..” he cooed into your ear, giving your lobe a playful nip with his teeth. now trailing warm wet pecks along your neck, arriving at the nape and simply just sinking his teeth into your glowing, smooth skin. it was sudden act, making you flinch, gripping the brush for a second between your fingers then relaxing your hold again. his nose pressed against your skin, sharply inhaling your scent as his tongue darted out with a wet, soothing lick across the red biting mark he formed just now.

not holding himself back at this point, his hands slid further down on your body, coming to a stop at the hem of your dress, he moved it up just a couple inches and he could already reach well between your legs, he was very grateful for your choice of clothes at the moment and giving him easy access.

your breathing labored, his palms glided along the inside of your thighs, his left hand pressing flat against your flesh, guiding them apart while his other hand snaked further up, till he reached your pantied center. he felt the warmth already radiating off you, catching you occasionally taking quick glimpses downwards, as if he’d stop if you’d call out for him.

the pads of his thumbs traced lazy circles over your clit, not pressing down directly on your sensitive nub yet. thanks to the textile, which was already covered in your essence, sticking to you, it gave him a clear outline of your folds. his middle finger slipped under the band or your panties pulling away and letting it snap back against your skin in place, eliciting a hiss from your lips as he drank up all your cute expressions.

suddenly his hands grabbed into your pantyhose, ripping it simply apart, his nails digging into the material. your lips parted in a gasp suddenly as you eyed the now useless piece of clothing and the hole he created.

“raise your hips a bit..” he commanded while giving the top of your thighs an encouraging pat, but still with a gentle undertone in his voice comparing to his earlier act.

“are you trying to-”

“i said lift your hips, nothing much, should be easy to follow.” cutting into your sentence he bit back. and so you did, he hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding it down your legs till it hit the floor with a soft thump around your ankles. you felt the hot feeling pool in your lower stomach as you realized you’re not meant to go out to a dinner anymore but he didn’t mutter a word. he saw the realization dawn in your eyes but choose to remain silent, instead he gave a soft chuckle as his hands went back to usher your legs apart while you sat on the chair.

“since you worked so hard, finish your makeup.. wouldn’t want to have you work so hard for nothing..” he nodded towards your stuff scattered across the smooth wooden table where your were reaching to pack away neatly. sliding two of his fingers to part your plump lower lips with one of his hand while his other toyed with your clit. the pad of his index and middle finger just merely ghosting over your already swollen folds. his head on your shoulder turned to scatter small bites and nips across your skin, his gaze turned down between your legs, watching intently as his hands teased you.

your muscles tensed when you felt him delve in with a harsh press of his fingers, instinctively trying to close down your legs around his hand, but to no success. "relax.. relax.." he hushed quietly

“even if we missed the dinner part.. can’t have my slutty girl hanging, hm?” he asked with a grin on his face, nudging his nose against your temple and placing a soft wet kiss on the spot. his words were honeyed and his pecks are gentle compared to his hands working on you. he pinched your little nub between his fingers while giving it a small tug, twisting it gently when a small mewl escaped your lips.

“in- push in-”

“you want my fingers inside your tight, needy cunt, baby? let me hear the magic word then..” he played with you more even if he knew you’d clearly give in, being already on the verge of going crazy. after all this time he knew everything about you, what made you flinch when touched in the right place, how a gentle encouraging with his words was already enough to have you putty in his hands and do as he says.

“please..”

“that’s right, so you want them in, hm?..” jiung nodded against your shoulder with a soft hum, trailing his fingers down to circle your entrance, giving it a little pressure by pressing down, coaxing more of your fluids out onto his hand. he smeared it across your puffy clit and the juncture of your thighs, his thumb dipping in your cunt for a brief moment, then quickly slipping free from it with a soft pop.

you were ready to beg further, inhaling but your breath got caught in your throat soon enough when his middle and ring fingers easily slipped inside you from your slickness all the way to his knuckles. it had you clamping down hard around his invading digits, your chest heaving for breath as his hand stilled, eyeing at your reactions with a small smirk on his lips.

“you stopped.” he pointed out. you didn’t understand what he meant until you finally looked up to see the eyeliner in your hands, away from you and just holding it.

“but-”

“if you stop, i do it too. now continue pretty girl, except if you want to stay with my fingers in your cunt all night.” he nudged the side of your head with his, your digits gripping at the pen. to tell the truth, imagining his words, it wouldn’t have been that bad but still, right now you needed more than just filling you up without any more stimulation.

the eyeliner in your hands were liquid. which meant easy smearing on its own.. but while jiung fingered you? the thought made you smile to yourself, which quickly turned into a surprised gasp as he crooked his fingers inside you out of the blue, fingertips brushing against your walls, grinding it before coming abruptly to a stop again. you turned your gaze towards him, eyebrows knotted together in frustration but you couldn’t help yourself anymore. not when your wetness now trailed along his whole palm and wrists, dripping it down your thighs and onto the chair’s soft material and soaking it.

you brought the pen to your eyes with trembling hands, feeling jiungs sharp look on your every action, when it would touch your eyelids. he pulled his fingers out, only to shove it back in fast, curling them against your sweet spot and pistoning them in and out frantically. his other hand found its way to tangle in your carefully made hair, gripping into your locks to yank your head back harshly now having the strands all messy in his hold. a loud yelp got knocked out of your lungs, resulting in the line being crooked but at this point it didn’t really matter anymore. you arched your back as the warmness started spreading in your core with him continuously hitting the spongy spot inside you, his fingers furiously pumping, leaving you trembling and quickly approaching your climax.

when you were about to tumble over the edge he stopped, leaving you a panting mess. grabbing onto your jaw and turning towards him, taking in the beautifully curved line in the corner of your eyes, he sudden crushed his lips against yours fiercely, teeth clattering against each other. not having the chance to recover, his finger lazily moved inside you while he attacked your mouth and his tongue darting out to tangle with yours, by now it felt like your whole body was on fire, sweat dampened your skin and forehead, your body trembling with no stop. leaning back with a string of thin saliva connecting your swollen pink lips to his before it snapped, he watched your eyes glistening with tears from the intense pleasure, threatening to spill, spit tracking down your chin and cheeks flushed. after being late from the restaurant, seeing your makeup ruined by him and you do nothing against it was the greatest apology.

and this is all it took to send a jolt across his body, straight to his crotch, making his pants tighten further. his fingers left your warm, slick pussy, reaching over to brush your stuff aside on the table, cosmetics landing on the ground with a clink. jiung’s hands found their way under your thighs, hoisting you up from the chair over to the table making you squeal in the sudden move, he eased himself between your legs, pulling you to sit on the edge, closer to him.

“you look fucking pathetic, baby.” he let out a mocking chuckle with urgency in his words, now fidgeting with the zipper of his slacks, pushing down the clothing around his ankles. “pathetic but so fucking sexy.. mascara running down your face and your hair all messy.. i know you just love getting fucked silly, hm?” he pointed out your current appearance and god it made you feel even hotter in the pit of your stomach. your cheeks tainted with a deep shade of pink, your eyes trailing down his body and catching a glimpse of the wet patch already formed in front of his boxers before he quickly got rid of them too.

the black-inked butterfly tattoo adorning his lower stomach and abs, peeked under the hem of his plain white shirt which ended just above his waist. he hiked your already short dress even higher on you, then with a firm grip on his shaft, he guided himself close to your sopping hole, pearly white droplets of his precum mixing with your wetness as he dragged himself along your slit, watching in awe. he pushed in his red and throbbing tip, letting out a quiet groan as you stretched around him, taking in his shape. you shuddered at the feeling with a soft whine escaping your chest, you wrapped your legs around his waist, silently encouraging him to push in further.

“so impatient now, you decided to make me wait.. so why should i give you what you want this easily?” he bit back a laugh at your disheveled, pitiful look before bottoming out in you eventually, his hand flying to grip the sides of your legs, pushing them further apart for leverage and space.

“fuck you’re squeezing me too tight.” he growled through gritted teeth, his eyes fluttering close only for a few seconds, his nails digging into your plush skin as he started to hammer into you, your slick making it easier for him to move.

your eyes burned as the soft tears mixed with the ink from your eyelids, coloring them black as they rolled down your cheeks. the table shaking from the force he rutted into you, his pace never faltering and steady. “you.. you really look like a slut.” he snarled, gripping your chin between his fingers as he forced your eyes to lock with his. "getting fucked-.. with your clothes still on, like a cheap whore.." he taunted further, his free hand moved to frantically rub on your clit, the room echoing from your heavy moans, his low grunts and wet skin slapping on skin, reassuring him further, as he was plowing into you, your hands took a hold of his wrist but unfortunately nothing but incoherent blubbering could be heard. not having the chance to even warn him before your orgasm washed over you and having your body trembling. “look at you, so beautifully fucked out..” he muttered as he guided you through your high.

without a word he pulled free from the grip of your tight walls, your hips bucking towards him, aching about the loss of contact as he left you empty and desperate for having him back. he gave his cock a few hurried pumps with his hand, his seed finally spilled onto your already crumpled up dress in thick, white spurts as he came with a loud groan, his eyes squeezing shut. a few moments later after pulling himself together with much less success, a small grin made it’s way to his face as he admired his handiwork.

to be honest when he saw just how much time you wasted on preparing yourself, he made it to his own little mission to fuck you up. loving the fact that you let him, even begged him for it, making his work so much easier. now looking at your once pretty bun, now messed up strands sticking everywhere, fancy dress now rumpled and drenched in his white sticky seed, your makeup all smudged, he was honestly proud of himself for turning you into this such a pretty sight.

“let this serve you as a lesson, baby..” kissing you gently on your cheeks, his usual tenderness creeping back while caressing you all over soothingly.

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๋࣭ ⭑⚝ jay was a great husband material.

no debate needed to convince you otherwise. even just a quick glance at him can tell you the fact, how much of a good person he is. we could say that he is the standard. like right now, he’s so cutely focused on chopping the vegetables on front of him, his gaze fixated on his hands as worked swiftly and with ease.

he decided to be in charge of the dinner this time, he just couldn’t bring himself to disturb you, curled up beside him on the bed, the soft sheets crumpled up under you from all your tossing around. when he turned his gaze towards you, he stopped mid-sentence as he saw your eyelids fluttered close and your breathing calm. a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, carefully easing himself out of your warm and comforting embrace, his fingers brushing a few stray locks of silky hair behind your ear as he leaned down to plant a sweet kiss to your temple.

now he was in the kitchen, black-rimmed glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose, slipping down a bit as his head was turned down, chestnut-brown hair tickling his forehead. his olive skin shining softly under the cold white lights, making his face sharper and his skin creamier. his always gentle, slim fingers when he touched you, now firmly held the knife handle, wrapping around it as he guided it. his plump pink lips were in a straight line, making his cheeks form that adorable pout he rarely showed. he was like a bright and colorful palette with beautiful colors. all his features, his quirks. made up a color, which made himself, jay irresistible.

you stood at the doorway, just admiring him when his calm voice forced you back into reality.

“-sweetheart? is everything alright? you were just sleeping when i left..” he turned his head towards you now, looking at you through the lenses. his tone was sweet as honey, it soothed your nerves and mind, every single time. you could compare it to light blue, but at the same time, there were times when it turns darker and deeper shade, just as his voice firmer and more demanding, which never failed to make you amused. and his singing voice, so smooth and almost like silk to your ears.

you could list all of these things until hours and would still find facts that you forgot to mention. his eyes so brown, to the point it just seemed black but still, it seemed bright and lively every single time you took a glance at it, full of life and happiness because of you.

and his strong arms, which you didn’t notice until this point that was already around you after quickly wiping his hands off, setting the knife aside, and making his way to you in quick, long strides. muscles defined as he held you in his embrace, one of his palm flat against the small of your back, the other carefully placed against the nape of your neck to slowly guide your head under his chin. his grasp was like burgundy. so fiery, and passionate but still holding the sweetness and the tenderness in it. he was a man filled to the brink with spirit and devotion, but his love was gentle and romantic and not unstable.

it was like he always knew what or how to act and he carried himself with courage and confidence. it resembled to lilac, for some strange reason you couldn’t help but imagine him as shades and colors. he found it absolutely ridiculous, but to you, even colors had personality even if feeling not.

“i’ll finish the dinner okay? you can go lay back..” he mumbled against your hair, his words caressing your ear as his chest gently vibrated against yours.

“i’m not tired, i want to stay…” you replied with a soft smile appearing on your face, pressing a gentle and quick peck at his neck. a faint chuckle escaped from his throat as he gently shook his head.

“then stay.. but i’m doing the work.” you nodded against him, letting go of him and stepping back aside. “you’re doing that again, right? the stuff with the colors.” he asked with a playful tilt of his head to the side but he didn’t spare you even a glance.

“maybe..”

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!!!a/n!!!.: i didnt really write smut before bc i didnt really had the interest in it but i thought ill give it a try and here it is, SORRY FOR POSSIBLE SLIP UPS IN ADVANCE!!, tried my best! also this is without a character, just with a person called your ‘s/o’ or ‘love’ so feel free to imagine it with anyone! personal note but i always craved works like this but couldn’t really find so i gave in.

without a single mutter of word, you about to fall across your house, struggling to get into the living room. eyes threatening to close at any given minute, you hear a soft humm next to you, not realizing your s/o's presence.

groggily you turn your head towards him. he didn’t even bothered asking, sighing out long. simply just scooping you up from the couch with surprisingly not much effort, carrying your body into your shared bedroom.

“you still want to have that movie marathon, darling?..” the question falls off from his lips, somewhat sounding sadly seeing your worn out presence thanks to your hard working all day. nodding, not wanting to disappoint him in such ways, he shook his head in disbelief.

a strong arm draped around your shoulder, basically functioning as a very comfy pillow to you right at the moment, the sounds from the tv starts to fade away, your eyes getting unfocused and at the end your body feeling itself drifting off to sleep.

your s/o watched all this happen thoroughly, pressing a smooch to your forehead, then to your cheek and the bridge of your nose. your soft breathing caressed his face, making him hypnotized almost. leaning back and freeing his arm under your body, his adam's apple bobbing out as he gulped, his cheeks were now tinted with faint blush, reaching up to his ears.

the small lace of your top falling down delicately on your shoulders in while you were in an attempt to reach after him, seeing the slight outline of your nipples peak through the thin clothes’ fabric. shorts thankfully for all those rocking around in the bed, rolled up on your plush thighs.

your faint whines hit his ear, missing his close presence next to your body so he hurriedly crawled on top of you, caging you, —not like you could’ve or wanted to escape— he leaned down his torso on yours, flush against each other. separating your legs carefully not to wake you up, moving between them, bending your knees to make more space for himself. the tension between you and him, even in your sleep was thick, and by now it was quite hard for your s/o to hold back those urges boiling inside him.

“shh.. i’m here.. you— you just sleep.. okay?” his words soothed your worries about him leaving you alone and cold on the large bed. pink lips now grazing your inner thighs, breathing softly against it, making you shudder in your sleep. turning into almost a make-out session with you legs, his mouth now kissing your soft tummy, pushing your top further up but not past your breasts. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your night wear, tugging it slowly down all while eyeing all your expressions plastered on your face with a smug smirk, moving your pretty legs so they were draped over his shoulders.

your hands clenched unconsciously while turning your head to the other side, tried tossing around further more. his palms got pressed flat against the side of your leg, keeping you firmly in place while he whispered close to your, now unclothed cunt.

“hey.. calm down, love.. you just lay there, yeah?..” his voice breathy, blowing against your sensitive ends of nerves, you feeling your insides twitch at the same. “don’t worry about anything.. i'll take care of it.. now, close your eyes back, pretty..”

the tip of his fingers playing with your folds slowly, separating them and smearing your own wetness further down your legs and on your belly, “what a beautiful sight..” leaning dangerously closer now, two of his digits pushed themselves in you, your walls clenching around them. he couldn’t help but scoff teasingly as your back arched up, with his free hands pushing down your torso back to the soft mattress under you, keeping it there for a brief second then placing it back to your hips, setting you in place again.

small moans fell from your lips, when his tongue suddenly darted out, hungrily lapping your essence away but yet with tenderness while his digits pumped in and out at the same time. his mouth latched onto your swollen clit the sounds of wetness ringing in his ear with each draw. collecting saliva in his mouth and letting it drip from his mouth, straight on his slender fingers making the gooey sound even louder. he felt his pants tighten just by listening that, grunting as his eyebrows furrowed, his voice vibrated against you, sending shivers all across your whole. fingers fastening along with the pace of his tongue, trying to only concentrate on your body’s sound.

you whirled around once again, muttering soft pleas alongside but kept your eyes closed all while, just like your s/o asked you to. your tummy twisted, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the end and oh did he feel that too, with your legs shaking crazily around his figure and louder and louder moans slipping out from you. then unexpectedly all sensation stopped when he removed both his hand and tongue. straightening up a bit, desperately aching for air, gasping he raised his two fingers —which was coated with your glossy fluid, dripping from your excitement— to his mouth, breathlessly pushing it between his lips, taking a long stroke with his tongue along the one of them, his taste buds coming in contact with your sweetness, —not as if a moment ago he wasn't madly eating you out.

you huffed, ready to sit up again, trying to cling back to him in your sleep, to have his fingers again deep inside of you again, melting away on the soft, light sheets. “relax.. relax... what a good, pretty girl.. letting slip their self control away right as i touch them.. all while being in a sleep slumber” opening your weary eyes, just in a thin line, trying to search for your lover. “no no no… close them back,” he retorted with a snarky tone, one of his eyebrows further up than the other one as he continuously grinned. “close them.. or i will stop here and now.. that’s it, being obedient is not so hard after all, am i right?” awaiting your answer which in the end wasn’t given, he positioned himself on his knees quietly.

nothing happened, just his hands trying to free himself from his sweatpants, struggling to get it off, as swiftly as he could possibly do it while being all pent up. letting out shushing noises to calm you down from any further movement. “shh.. i’m here.. i’m just.. making some space for myself, okay?..” finishing off the sentence after almost ripping his clothes apart furiously, he inhaled sharply, his pants got tossed to the foot of the bed. with one of his hands relentlessly restraining your hips while aligning himself up and not waiting nothing, bottoming himself out in you right away, letting himself slip all the way in his other hand found their place on your hip with a strong grip. your heat consumed him, taking away all his remained sanity right at the moment.

"ohh— dear heavens— what an obedient—.." with a groan, biting off himself while feeling your depth. then pulled out at an agonizingly slow pace, leaving only his fat tip stretching you out. "a good, pretty slut.. taking my cock so— well.. mhhh.." still ever so quiet, he continued his rambling on, not being sure though if you've heard or not, although judging by all those nasty expressions and noises you let escape, he had doubts.

"f—fuck this feels so good.. don't move.." his nails digging into your soft flesh, leaving half circle marks over your skin. "don't you dare fucking move.." he snarled through gritted teeth, his hold not faltering. the sheets already so crumpled up under you, sweat dripping from both of your bodies, mixing together and hair messy, as he now pushed himself back, inch by inch. slowly. making him completely go insane by his own actions. your heels digging into his large back, surely because of wanting to feel more and more of him deeply inside you.

without another word spoken, fastening his pace with each thrust, wet sounds and bed creaking echoed back from the dark walls. the only and only light source the television but that was long forgotten by now for both of you. he could see clearly obviously all what happened underneath him, all your movements, harshly smacking his hips into yours as you gripped onto the pillows tightly. squelching suppressed his moans and whines, almost as if biting back, to only hear your walls' sounds around his length. and yeah that's what he did. biting down on his plump red lips, drawing out blood almost, squeezing eyes together and all focus being placed on his ears.

"yes— yes yes yes, baby, those sounds, shit—" muttering away under his breath as his cock twitched more and more within the minutes passing, all the wetness running down on your leg and coating in his shaft too. "those fucking sounds— makes me.. want to just come inside you—.. and painting you all white—yeah you—you would love that wouldn't you?—.. " those words caressed your ears. against your will your hips started to rock themselves against him, now making his tip kiss your cervix. "whoah—.. what a nasty girl!" he sneered quietly at your desperate action "grinding yourself? in your sleep?" with that snarky remark of his, rutting crazily now, he angled his head backwards, his locks flying back in the same time. your back arched up as you felt that warm sensation in your tummy.

"close now, huh?— c'mon.. let it go, love. make a mess— aghh, make a fucking mess on my cock.." he grunted, not being able to hold back his voice anymore. "yes yes yes, that's it— you want it too am i right? hahh— of course—.. hnnn—.." letting one side of your waist, his pretty and tender fingers fastly wrote down circles and patterns across your clit, rubbing it furiously synchronically with his thrusts.

"yesss— give it to me, my sweet slut—.." with a louder yelp from you, he felt you clenching harder, but his movements didn't falter even for a bit, still pounding heavily. your head tossed around and tried to move your hips to get away from him, his grip held you down in your place firmly. "i know, i know pretty... just a bit more okay?— just.. a little more, endure it.. i'm— close too! f—fuck—!.. you feel so good—.." just as those words slipped past his lips, hot sticky fluid flooded your womb in spurts. with you and him panting for air, he could see the white ring forming around his dick at your entrance, glancing at it, then back at your fucked out face, his torso leaned on yours as he comfortably settled down on you, with his now softening member still deep inside you.

he kissed your forehead as you still were gasping for air, your s/o folded their arms around you secure, now being ready to have a good rest with you in his hold.

➯ multiple. types of yanderes

⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

╰┈➤ characters...•`GEPARD, WELT, DAN HENG´•.

a/n: i made this draft like months ago, now that i have more time to write i might get back into it. this was originally planned with gepard, welt, dan heng, il dan heng and jing yuan but in the end i managed to only write this much

＇ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｖｅ＇

‘This type of yandere cares deeply for the wellbeing and happiness of their love interest, and they fear what other, crueler people with bad intentions can do to their love interest. They will be on the lookout for anything that can cause any kind of discomfort to the love interest before taking action to get rid of it. They see everything and everyone as a threat for the love interest. They will use extreme methods to get rid of other “dangerous” people permanently, and even punish and torture them for the harm they did to the love interest, even if they didn’t really do all that much.’

you loved your job. but you loved gepard even more and that was all he needed to hear to take these steps.

"stay safe, love.." his voice was dripping from uncertainty. eyebrows forruwed at you, scanning your expression his mind was wandering towards the fact how he should stay home too, protected by the walls around you, not just forcing leaving you there. what if someone attached you while he's away or something so much worse? he couldn't bear it without him going absolutely mad.

after a few months you really got used to almost being a woman whose only income was his loving husband who would do anything for her. he told you it is better for both of you. you won't get injuries out on the front line and he won't worry himself to death about your well-being. win-win situation!

the only bad part about this was the fact that at the beginning you were against it like hell. trying to confront him physically and verbally. well, unfortunately for you, you failed with both miserably and it only made him sneakily lock the door the moment he stepped outside. you never realized. that's how he knew how the blue and purple bruises were more than enough to stop you from being reckless and escape.

not that he wanted to, but for you to learn to love him again so purely like before. He had to stop that dirty habit of his and after a few weeks he gathered all of his strenght and walked off without turning back and locking the front door.

yes, you missed being a silvermane guard, but gepard's love was enough to make you forget about your past. like why would you even want to go around and do something dangerous when he's there for instead?

standing at the entrance, leaning down he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, caressing the spot with his thumb, writing down patterns on your soft skin. whispering away a final 'love you' before leaving the house for the day and you waiting for him to returne home at the night like an obedient, good wife you are.

＇ｍａｎｉｐｕｌａｔｉｖｅ＇

‘Seeking to get their love interest to react positively to their presence and to care about them, they manipulate their love interest’s feelings and world perception. Some might see their love interest as incapable of caring about them. Others might think that their love interest wants to feel “in love” or “happy” around them so they try to address their emotional state so that they frequently feel “in love” or “happy.’

everyone seemed so.. narcissistic and greedy in the last few days. wanting everything for themselves, not looking out for you and not being at your service like he did.

welt was always there for you and not only when there was a chance to use you for their good. he was there for you in rough times. always by your side and selflessly provides happiness, hereby you finding comfort and warmness in his powerful holds every single time he held you in his arms.

“i told you.. i told you the day you arrived here, little one, you shouldn’t get too close to anyone.” you nodded. it wasn’t the first time the taller male tried to comfort you in ways like this. sometimes it worked, sometimes it just really didn’t and his words felt more like rock heavy burden on your shoulders. as if he just wanted to brainwash protect you. making you think no one wants your happiness as much as he wants it and you’re no one’s first choice, only and only his. absurd? yes it was. but now?.. once you took a closer look to your allies’ behavior it was becoming even more and more clearer day by day.

welt was indeed right. it didn’t take him the slightest effort imaginable, your love for him made you believe every single word he even just uttered under his breath. and by now, it was natural for you to search only his company. you could’ve get used to dan heng’s cold demeanor, you could’ve help march act wiser in different situations. but before you even got the chance to firstly know about their past, welt took you under his wings since the first day. and so like that, slowly and steadily something grew within him, something that simply didn’t let you out of his reach and wanted to lock you up in a cage, just like a canary, surrounded by only his love for you.

thinking it would take more effort to put it in this long process, it was actually cut really short as soon as he realized the fact that you’re willing to do almost however he wants, sharing the same feelings he has for you, only a little more nagging and you’ll do the rest of his plan.

＇ｓｅｌｆ－ｓａｃｒｉｆｉｃｅ＇

‘These yandere characters will give of their time, their desires, and work for whatever their love interest wants. They are willing to do almost anything for the good of their love interest and the relationship. They see self giving and self sacrifice as essential to a relationship and they, better than any other dere type, push themselves to do it more and better.’

dark and ugly dark circkles sat in the corner of his gorgues teal eyes, making it look as hideous and ugly as it could be. staring into the void, there he sat on his ragged and used mattress. the door closed behind you, though it did in fact was silent, a new person's presence could be very noticable in the room's atmosphere, especially if the so called place was so quiet, you could hear a hairpin drop on the cold ground.

your footsteps was just mere louder but overall still hushed. His head still hung low, breathing slowly, sometimes almost as if he just forgot about it.

then out of the blue he snapped his head upwards to seeing you crouching in front of him. finally, after gently shaking his shoulders repeatedly over and over again, his attention was turned towards you just like you wanted it in the first place when you entered his room. not even a word could escape your mouth, as he practically stuffed it back in your mouth by disturbing you, thick concern evident in his voice and gaze.

"do you need something?" not even a greeting.

"no- i just wanted to check--"

"it's okay, i'm on it." he said nothing more or less, cutting the conversation short, he stood up instantly, ready to make any of your wishes come true the second they get past your lips. your eyebrows instantly furrowed, following his movement but your soft hands held him by placing them on his shoulder as soon as you knew whatever he wanted to do.

"no, dan heng! just.. calm down, okay?.." stopping him in his tracks, slight suprise was noticeable on his features. why would you even do this? why would he even need to calm down in the first place? didn't you want this? it was just irrelevant.

"i just want to help you, y/n--"

"i know."

"then-" this time you cut him off with a quick and strong embrace, without a world you put your ear on his chest, listening to his peaceful heartbeat. after standing there for a few minutes you finally turned your head to meet his eyes. he still didn't know what was going on.

"i don't need you to do everything for me, dan heng..." you already had this conversation with him, not even once but his love blinded his wision in a way that he just did it again and again. he finally nodded though considering this, it won't be soon that he'll have a good rest.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

just got back to listening proseka songs and u cant imagine how feral i am rn (AGAIN) to hear toya's voice, knowing it's the same va as dan heng's

✮⋆˙ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴇʏᴇᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ

You watching and caressing them all day with your sight wasn't something you could easily leave out of your daily routine; and most of your friend did notice this. Asking why are you staring into the void, but in reality your pretty eyes was fixated on him. After some time you couldn't care less about hiding it, doing it even if you're face to face with him until he started to catch you staring. Turning his head over into your direction and a small smile forming on his lip. Smug smirk displaying on his face, his attention all over you, even if there's something important in the conversation others are sharing next to you. He wouldn't take off his eyes off of you until you're the one breaking eyecontact. Nothing much, only long and sensual starings filled with expressions between friends..

jjk: gojo, geto, yuji;

hsr: sampo, aventurine, jing yuan, luocha, caelus, dr ratio;

genshin: ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno, kazuha, wriothesley, aether, heizou, kaeya;

bllk: meguru, yoichi, hyoma, reo, ryusei;

tokrev: mikey, draken, chifuyu, baji, hamna, ran, mitsuya;

haikyu: daichi, sugawara, nishinoya, yamaguchi, kuroo, oikawa, bokuto, osamu, atsumu;

Big men, who you swear you could beat in a fight but in reality it wouldn’t take an ounce of strength from him to completely crumble you to pieces whenever he wants. His big and beefy body being able to crush your bones under a few seconds. Taking action and simply folding you under them whenever he hears your statement of you being way stronger than him. Palms bigger than yours, fingers longer and thicker, comparing yours to his, your fingertips reaching just about past his second knuckles, him holding your wrists together above your head, knees next to you on both side of you as his weight pushed you further and further into the mattress and not being able to get out of his grasp no matter how much you’re tossing around; or scooping you up and throwing you around anytime and everywhere he wants. And don’t even get started on the oh but i’m bigger body type. These men literally does not give a flying fuck about it, he will do it anyways.

Big and soft men, who would never hurt you from their will since causing hurt to you in any form or shape could make him lose his mind. Also protecting you from everything that means a possible danger to you, showing no mercy to anyone who in fact isn’t you. And when it comes to times when you get hurt and the cause is indeed him, he internally eats himself up from the inside about how could he been so thoughtless when he promised to himself all he will give to you is pure love and affection. It takes a few caresses on his cheeks and a couple of kisses and he’s already melted in your arms, only focusing on you and the thought of beating himself up is completely forgotten.

Big, soft and mean men, who could tease you all night, ‘till dawn, because what could you do? Punch him? Yes, you could try but we all know it’s nothing against him. So you just patiently wait there, looking pretty, while they’re mercilessly play games with you. These men can also rail you until you basically and literally see stars, going at a relentless pace without faltering the hold they have on you. Nails bruising your hips, thighs and waist every single time you’re together and by now you just learned to handle it in silence. You did try to warn him about it and they learned from it for brief 5 minutes at max, then lust covered their vision once again and got back to his usual behavior, we could say that he almost snapped his hips against you even more greedily this time. But even then, they don’t do this out of will… most of the times..

And it gets even ‘worse’ when your pretty fingers doesn’t even reach around his girth, struggling there with both of your hands, sitting between his muscled thighs and choking you with every inch you take further into your mouth. Him fucking into your mouth, not giving you any breaks or time to collect yourself, he doesn’t bother to stop himself and by the time, he’s the one who guides your head up and down on him. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, ready to spill. Oh how much he loves to see your face contorted like this, your cheeks flushed deep red and lips swollen. It could be almost enough to make him come just from that sight, feeling him twitch in your mouth and in response a muffled moan escaped your throat, sending vibrations through his body, up his spine, making him throw his head back immediately. His palms almost stuck in your hair, gripping and pulling on your well-cared locks like his life depended on it but you just couldn’t feel it from the ache of your jaw, the pain was stronger and by the time he could finish, all your nerves went numb.

So in conclusion, was he stronger than you? Yes. And will you ever admit it? Well, probably no. ♡

AND ALL YOUR FAVS! ♡♡

Greetings my oh so loved ones, happy spring, the temperature has risen and so did i from my grave of burnout (I hope) and i am happy to announce i will continue to share my deep fantasies about our gorgeous, juicy and smashable 2d men for a certain amount of period until the darkness and the lack of creativity decides to swallow me back. Forcing myself for human interactions and trying to abandon the curse of social anxiety, out of the pocket thoughts and reposts will be visible on this god blessed blog. Training my whole to utter out common sentences to other human beings, such as myself, i would be indescribably happy and joyful if you are willing to take it upon yourself and if it doesn't mean oh so much bother for you, write a simple request in my dm or just sharing your thoughts with me. Have a lovely day, sweets!

(I just really want to get over my social anxiety, since I noticed it affected me on the internet too and i couldn't express myself the way i wanted, always wondering what people had in mind about me, even if they didn't know me in real life. I will work on it if my lazy ass won't get bored again in 2 weeks)