i'm fairly new to tumblr. i mainly write sub!idol x dom!reader, m!idol x (any gender)!reader, and occasionally posts with mxm. i'm alright with writing for dom!idol x sub!reader but i will rarely write hard!dom idol and if i do it will most likely be for a dark fiction prompt. don't like? don't read. content warning for dark fictional content, gross/taboo kinks (emeto and heavy impact play mostly), smut, and suggestive themes—mdni.
i wont write:
for any riize member outside of anton
mommy/daddy kink
scenarios involving sub!female reader
reqs open!
more below the page break.
guide! — ꨄ = smut/suggestive / dead dove = 🕊️ / fluff = ⟡
tags: dead dove!!!, domestic violence (victim ej), gaslighting, victim blaming, mentions of blood & bruising, fearplay, noncon s/m dynamics, petplay undertones, unreliable narrator | mature content (no smut) | not proofread | don't like? don't read. | mind the content warnings! protect your peace <3
A lump forms in Euijoo's throat as he washes the dishes as quietly as he can manage. It was the one rule you gave him: Don't make noise. His hands tremble as he scrubs residue off a spoon before loading it into the dishwasher with an abundance of care. Behind him, you're still sitting at the dinner table sipping on a glass of wine that he had poured for you before dinner, then once more after dinner. Having you behind him and being unable to see you while he cleans sends his anxiety through the roof. If you could hear how loud his heart was pounding inside of his chest, you'd be furious. Euijoo swallows around the lump in his throat and carefully scrubs residue off the last plate. As cautiously as possible, he lowers it into the dishwasher. This should be all. After this, he's all done. He'll have the rest of the night to himself—
Clang!
It slipped.
Euijoo's heart drops to his stomach. The plate slipped from his fingers. It slipped and fell onto the rack with a loud noise.
It slipped, it slipped, it slipped—
The muffled drag of your chair scraping the floor has him freezing in place. His lip quivers. He knows what comes next.
"Euijoo," You call, and he faces you on instinct. His big eyes are blown even wider with fear as he tries to keep his breathing under control. You make eye contact with him and Euijoo's legs give out. He falls to his knees without having to be told. You've trained him well, it appears. You pat your thigh, having repositioned your chair at an angle, creating ample room for him to sit at your feet, "come here." You command. Euijoo follows through despite his fear. By the way he's shaking, it's clear he knows he'll face worse if he disobeys.
Euijoo crawls towards you on all fours. His hand hangs low—you know he's doing this to avoid your eyes. You click your tongue in disappointment, then hold back a smile when his pace falters. In a few short moments, Euijoo is sat on his knees right next to your chair. The poor thing is shaking like a leaf, but he should have been more careful. It's a good thing he has you to correct his behavior. Without warning, you grab him by the chin and force him to look you in the eye. "Euijoo," He flinches in your hold at the sound of your voice, "what rule did I give you beforehand?"
A sense of satisfaction rolls in your gut as he tears up, "Y–You said to be q–quiet..."
"That's right." Your voice stays neutral, uninterested. The unpredictability of it all is truly one of the best ways to keep Euijoo in line. You hum, "It was so simple, yet you broke it. Doesn't that mean you need correction?"
A tear rolls down his cheek, the warmth of it makes contact with your palm, "...Please, no..." Euijoo's breath quickens.
You tsk, "Wrong answer." Your sentence doesn't have time to hang in the air; Your palm has already made contact with Euijoo's cheek. The force of the hit sends him to the ground. He's clutching his reddened cheek and scooting away from you as you down the rest of your wine. The glass makes contact with the wood of the dining table unhurried, and you're already grabbing Euijoo by his ankle and dragging him back to you. Euijoo cries out as you kick him in the stomach, then again in the chest. You grab him by his collar, grumbling to yourself, "First you break a rule and now you try to run from me..." You only look mildly inconvenienced as you pick him up by the collar and slam him onto the ground repeatedly.
He's in hysterics now, wailing and clawing at your wrists, "No, please. I'm s–sorry, Y/N! Stop!" Euijoo's desperate pleas don't reach your ears. A pet doesn't reserve the right to give their owner orders.
You punch him, then throw him onto the ground again. Euijoo's nose is leaking now, and he keeps trying to crawl away from you. He just never seems to learn his lesson. Harshly, you grab him by his hair and tug him backwards—back into the lion's den.
It's all a blur from there. Somehow, you've ended up sitting down again. You look down at your lap where your hands are resting. Your knuckles are bruised and there's blood spatters all over your clothes. You scan the kitchen. There's speckles of blood all over it too. Euijoo made such a mess. You shake your head. It's hard having such a difficult pet.
Speaking of whom, Euijoo's curled up in the middle of the kitchen floor. He's trembling hard enough that you can see it, silently crying with a hand pressed over his mouth and the other cupping his stomach. The sight has you feeling guilty. You always hate having to discipline him. A sigh leaves your lips, "Baby," your voice is entirely gentle unlike before, "come to me." It takes him a moment, but Euijoo eventually sits up on wobbly legs and crawls towards you just as he did before. You raise your hand and he flinches, but all you do is gently place a finger under his chin to slowly lift his head up.
You examine his face. Euijoo's left eye is bruised and you can barely see it under the swelling. There are plenty of other purple-red bruises framing his face. You look down, his lip is busted. What a shame. But at least his nose has stopped bleeding. "My poor baby..." You're genuinely concerned when you ask him, "Does it hurt?" Your sweet thing is too out of it to respond verbally, however you let him get away with nodding just this once. A frown dampens his expression, "Oh, my dear..." You suck in a breath, "This is what happens when you don't listen. I wouldn't have to do this if you were a good boy, Juju."
You lean in to press a loving kiss to his forehead. Silent tears run down his cheeks in endless streams, "It's a good thing I'm here to correct you, hm? Seriously, what would you do without me?" You chuckle fondly and pull Euijoo in closer until his head is resting on your lap. As light as a cloud, you run your fingers through his hair, "I love you, Euijoo."
The warmth of his tears soak into your sweatpants. Euijoo stares at nothing with a blank look on his battered face.
hii can you please write something romantic and soft with anton smut or not doesn't matter just anything that fits your mood really 🤭 thank youu
hello! even tho i tend to write more hardcore stuff, i always enjoy some plain ol' fluff too ^^ thank u for the req anon <3 im so sorry i got around to it so late! 😞
tags! — fluff, petplay, puppy!anton, gn!reader, dom!reader x sub!anton | not proofread
The TV plays a random show you've put on as background noise. You're lying down on the couch, clad in your boyfriend's shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, absentmindedly scrolling on your phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of your boyfriend as he slowly steps down the stairway. He's been in your shared office for a while working on a project for one of his classes while you've been downstairs. The second your eyes meet, you greet him with a warm smile, "Hello, Anton."
Anton returns your smile with a shy one of his own, "Hi, Y/N." He mumbles alongside a curt wave. Your boyfriend takes a hesitant step closer before coming to a hesitant stop and fidgeting with his fingers. You raise a brow at him, a hint of concern passing over your face. Just as you're about to ask him what's wrong, Anton shyly lowers himself to his hands and knees, his big doe eyes never leaving yours the whole way down. 'Oh,' you remark internally, 'so that's what this is.' You smile at him, setting your phone aside to provide him with your full attention. Anton takes one more step closer, but stops again. His pretty brown eyes eagerly, yet obediently wait for your permission to approach.
You coo at him, "Oh, puppy..." Anton whines at the sound of your voice. He's way too adorable when he's like this. You sit up straight, then pat your lap to signal him over, "Come here, baby." You can barely finish your sentence before your sweet pet is crawling towards you. He's at your feet in the blink of an eye, kneeling in front of you and staring up at you with nothing but admiration. It's moments like this where Anton manages to look so much smaller than he really is. Slowly, you spread your legs, "Come." You command with a pat of your thigh. He shuffles closer and rests his head against your leg. He hasn't taken his eyes off of you ever since he came downstairs. Your cheeks heat up—you never quite got used to how much adoration Anton holds for you.
You giggle, your hand dropping onto his head to gently run through his hair, "Puppy just wanted to be pet, hm?" He nods, his cheek rubbing into the skin of your thigh, "Now, good boys say thank you when they get pet, don't they?" Anton nods again, slightly readjusting his position. It's his turn to blush, his ears tinting red but he powers through the embarrassment to give you an obedient little '...woof' regardless. You praise him like someone would praise an actual dog, "Awe! Good boy, Anton!" You ruffle his hair and he leans into the touch with a small, satisfied grin.
In all honesty, you've never really been a dog person, but Anton has managed to change your mind about a lot of things.
not proofread | tags: mean dom!reader x sub!jo, gn!reader, age gap—older!reader/younger!jo, suggestive—mdni, mentions of violence, S/M | reqs open!!
continue reading after the page break <3
You trace Jo's sleeping figure with your eyes, slow and deliberate. He looks adorable like this—all cozy in your bed. Jo's had a long week, he deserves to sleep in a little today. You huff, amused as your fingers curl into the dark mop of Jo's bedhead and clench. Yes, your boy does deserve to sleep in, but where's the fun in that? Without a word, you drag him out of the bed, the boy's knees colliding with the floor with a loud bang that jolts him awake. You watch gleefully as Jo blinks his eyes open, groggy and fearful as he frantically assesses his surroundings.
'So cute.' You can't help but think when Jo looks up at you, his beady eyes still hazy with sleep. The younger boy reaches up to hold onto your sleeve, the pain beginning to set in now that he's beginning to wake up. He winces, "Wh–What— Huh—" You cut him off by walking towards the door with Jo's hair still locked in a bruising grip.
Jo tumbles behind you like a sack of meat the entire time, stumbling and groaning at the pain while he struggles to keep up with the pace you set. It almost makes you laugh—the way Jo doesn't even think about fighting back. He allows himself to be dragged by his hair all the way to the front door where you then force him into position on his knees.
"Jo–kun," you purrs out, "don't you think you should give me a proper send-off?" Before the younger can answer, you're already pushing his head down until his lips are just a centimeter or two away from the leather of your dress shoes. With a condescending smile you add, "Kiss my shoes before I leave."
It's not a question. Here, with your hand locked in his hair, Jo has no option to refuse. Jo's budding erection throbs in his pants as he gulps, tentatively lowering his head to press loving, lingering kisses on each of your shoes. When he's done, he looks up at you, his ears burning when he sees the satisfied smile resting on your lips. Finally, you release the bruising hold you have on his hair before petting him gently like one would a dog, "Good boy."
sub!jo who's pretty quiet during sex, but superrr sensitive. he won't always moan loudly, but he'll cry and hiccup through tears when you stroke him just right, or when he's as deep inside of you as he can go.
sub!jo who is the most obedient sub you've ever had. he wouldn't dare act up with you. the thing that brings him the most pleasure is how good he can be for you, how well he can follow every order you give him. your commands are his anchor and he'd be a fool to not listen to you well.
sub!jo who loves serving you. if you're shopping together, he'll gladly hold all of your things and he won't even think to complain about any of it being heavy even if his arms feel like they're going to fall off. he won't allow you to pay for anything if you're with him. his heart skips a beat whenever you stop in front of a closed door and don't spare him a single glance as he opens it for you to walk through. jo would actually feel sad if you were to start doing things on your own. that's his job! :(
sub!jo who is always clinging to you. you're smaller than he is, but he loves it whenever you're the big spoon when you cuddle, or when you allow him to curl up in your lap when he wants to be close to you. he's always draping himself over you, always wrapping an arm around you, always holding your hand—he honestly gets a little anxious when he's not as close to you as physically possible whenever you're around.
sub!jo who absolutely adores being your puppy. whenever you bring out his collar, his brain melts into mush. at first he was so, so shy about it. all red-faced and lanky limbs with no idea how to be your puppy. but he learns well! now, after a long day, he'll grab his collar out from the box he keeps it in and bring it to you. he'll stop at your doorway with the collar in his hands and give you the prettiest little doe eyes before bringing the collar up to his mouth and biting down, shakily dropping onto his knees to crawl towards your feet on all fours. hearing you coo at him about how good of a puppy he is for you while you fasten his collar is all he takes for his stress to lessen.
sub!jo who would gladly bark for you if you asked. whenever you're riding him, you'll stare into his half-lidded eyes with that sultry look of yours that you know gets him going every time, and you'll ask in the sweetest voice for your puppy to bark for you. he doesn't need to think about it, he's barking before he even realizes his mouth is moving.
sub!jo who is a bit (a lot) of a masochist. when you have sex and your nails leave raw, angry red marks on his back, he'll find himself shirtless in front of the mirror admiring the marks you left on him. when you pinch him on the abs for being a tease, he'll lift up his shirt later on and press down on the small bruises you left him.
sub!jo who fantasizes a lot about you hurting him. he's too embarrassed to bring it up directly, but he's always getting hot and bothered imagining you being rough with him. he wants to be slapped, choked, maybe even kicked. he wants to be left with the marks of your love for weeks at a time, but he's too afraid that asking about it will scare you off.
sub!jo who is wholly infatuated with you. who follows you around wherever you go, who is always listening to every word you say as if it's the most important thing he will ever hear, who is always making small gifts for you and telling you how much he loves you. even if he ends up getting shy, he'll never back down from telling you just how much he adores you.
