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~♡ Update ♡~

Hi Cuties, it's Starlet! Its been a little while hasn't it haha? Hopefully the wait will be worth it!

First thing is first, thank you all for the 135 followers! I started this account to write down my random ideas, and I'm happy you all have like them!

The second thing is that more work is coming! I'm working on getting some fun things out for spooky season! So be on the lookout in the next couple of weeks!

[charmerchannie]

I have an idea for fluffy Binnie hours ! Nothing too complicated but I like the idea of Binnie and his Bunny (y/n) just letting themselves being cute and clingy and lovey dovey. I think Binnie would definitely love an extra cute girlfriend and he would also let himself be soft and cute and happy. And I would love to read how they both let themselves be soft with each other because they feel safe to do so. Especially if they both have a cool/intimidating personality outside.

Cute and clingy Binnie

Changbin x cute!reader

Warnings: this is the most tooth rotting fluff

A/n: i love this prompt so much bc this is all actually just my life. If your partner doesnt let you be a soft little baby then leave them.

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[lookitsjess]

SKZ + Reacting to their teaser photos for ATE Pt. 2

Warnings: some of these are highly suggestive, mentions of violence (as a joke)

Part 1 here!

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☆ Bestie! Perv! Stalker! Han Jisung Headcanons ☆

18+ MDNI

Warnings: STALKING, Breaking in, Pillow humping, Almost being caught, Tiny bit of Sub! Jisung, very brief mention of a clit

Notes: I'm so sorry it took me forever to post this! I went on vacation for my birthday and then went straight into my internship.

♡ You had been Jisung's bestie since high school, sharing countless memories. Back then, his feelings for you were innocent, filled with daydreams of you two together, going on sweet dates and holding your hand. However, his fantasies morphed into something far more intense. He can't get enough of you, constantly craving your presence and hanging onto every moment you spent together.

♡Jisung isn't good with being stealthy. He's clumsy so he isn't going to be following you when he knows that it's only going to be you two in the streets. The way he keeps himself hidden from you is by making sure to keep a careful distance, and always blending into the sea of faces. In his hand, his phone was ready, the camera app open. His eyes never leaving your form when he's taking a photo.

♡ Speaking of photos, he had countless folders on his phone dedicated to you. Each folder has a different theme, meticulously curated and categorized. There were folders filled with upskirt photos, others capturing you in moments while you slept, blissfully unaware he was there, and even collections of hentia girls he thought resembled you in the most filthy and kinky positions.

♡ What kind of best friend would he be if he didn't have a copy of your key? Jisung practically begged you to give him one when you moved, concerns for your 'safety' since you would be living alone. Of course, you easily bought into his reasoning, handing over the spare key without a second thought.

♡ So is it really breaking in when he wandered through the rooms of the apartment when you not home?

♡I hope none of your pillows are you favorite because he thrive on using them each and everytime he breaks in. He gets off on how pathetic it is to hump them and how he desperately hopes you caught him and punish him for it. (Rutting his hips harder against the plush pillow, he can help but mutter "y/n" softly as he cums in his pants.)

♡His friend Chan see every thing; the inappropriate photos, touching, he even knows about the break-ins. However, Chan's loyalty to his friend runs a lot deeper and longer than towards you. To him, loyalty to his best friend outweighs any qualms about Jisung's behavior, and so, Chan watches from the sidelines, silent but supportive. ~ ♡ ~ The sound of running water and your soft singing lures him in like a trance to quietly tiptoed closer, his heart racing as he wonders if he should opened the door or not. He has never broken in when you were awake and could easily catch him. He foolishly thought you would still be at work, not scheduled to be home till two more hours.

He looks through the crack and can't really see anything, so he opens the door quietly. Through the steam, he could make out your silhouette behind the clear shower panel. You were beautiful every day, but seeing you wet from the water, glistening like a goddess, took his breath away.

He wonder if he should take photos, would the soft clicks of the camera be audible over the sound of the running water? God, he didn't want to chance not being able to stay looking at you longer. His boba eyes are staring so intently, making sure to map every curve of your body.

He's so hard at the sight of you and his thoughts are having him leaking in his boxers. He thinks about opening up the shower door, and leaning down to plant kisses on your chest and then lower, till he's on his knees planting hungry kisses on your clit.

You glanced up, and a slight scream comes out of your lips. Your heart skips a beat as you saw a foggy figure through the glass. In your startled state, the soap slipped from your hand, clattering against the acrylic floor. Quickly, you bent down to retrieve it. You flung the shower door open, ready to confront the intruder. But as your eyes darted around the bathroom, you found nothing.

Panic clouds your head, you didn't even dry yourself. Instead, you quickly wrapped a towel around your body and moved from room to room, searching for any sign of the intruder. Each room was as empty as the last.

You must be losing it, you thought, trying to convince yourself it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Heading back to bathroom, you start on your regular routine before slipping on a pair of panties and one of your oversized band sleep shirts, and go to bed.

But maybe you should have checked under the bed that you are comfortably resting on.

Taglist: @emmaluvsjisung

[miss-starlet]

I have both of these almost done, but I'm wondering which one would you guys like to see first?

Pet Play! head canon for Changbin (both for Bunny Binne & Owner Bin)

Perv! Stalker thoughts for Jisung (includes a little dabble of Jisung breaking in when you are showering 🤭)

Which one???

🎀 Pet Play Binnie x Reader (Giving & Receiving) 🎀

🤍 Stalker Hannie x Reader 🤍

💫 Starlets button (pls don't press) 💫

Voting ended onMay 30, 2024

[miss-starlet]

♤ Bury Your Head Prologue ♤

Prince of Darkness! Yang Jeongin × Princess! Younger Sister of Chan! Y/N

Release Date: Early June

Word Count: 700+

Warning: Devil! I.N, light mention of blood, and talks of killing the uncle

The biting cold of midwinter's wind cut through Chan mercilessly, sending shivers down his spine as he quickly walked to the chapel.

The chapel was nestled in the back of the garden that was located on the side of the royal palace. It was once filled with lavish detail and decor, but under his uncle's reign as king, he sold what could make him more money, and made sure the rest went to ruin. The ornate details on the door were weathered, the stained glass windows shattered and broken, and long vines of ivy crept unchecked along its outer brick. Chan was well aware that if his uncle's reign over the kingdom continued, it would be the end of their kingdom and people, just like this old chapel. He was willing to do anything that was necessary, even the most drastic measures for his uncle's end.

Swinging open the heavy wooden doors, he gets to work. He sits the book he brought with him down on the pew and lights every candle located still in the building. Chan then cracked open the ancient book that contained how to contact spirits and demons. As if the book knew, it flipped open to the precise page he sought. Kneeling on the dusty wooden floor, he etched the symbols shown in chalk before meticulously laying down a protective salt line. Afterwards, he studied the arcane words, reading and whispering them under his breath again and again to ensure their accuracy. Before he loudly echoed the words on the page.

He shivered from the cold air that drifted in the chapel. Yet the cold wasn't enough to distract him from the loud pounding of his heart. It should have worked by now, why hasn't he appeared? Chan threw the book on the floor devastated, he failed his people. Then suddenly the candle's flames went out with a fleeting gust of wind leaving Chan in darkness for a few seconds before reigniting. The sound of hushed whispers he can barely make out before it's back to quiet. Then the chapels doors swung open with a forceful push, revealing the entrance of a striking man dressed in black silk.

The man started taking slow deliberate steps towards Chan. The sound of his shoes echoed around the chapel. The soft colored light from the moon and candles creates a radiant glow upon him, one akin to an angel bathed in celestial light. Each movement of the satin fabric he wore seemed to amplify the ethereal effect. Pausing just before the salt line, he fixed his gaze on Chan and introduced himself, “ I am the prince of darkness, the devil, yet 'Jeongin' will suffice for now.” After the introduction, he steps over the salt line, still heading towards Chan. Chan flinged back and commanded the being, “Stop.” Jeongin stopped for a moment, smirking.

“I am Bang Chan, the prince of Lavender. I seek my uncle's demise, grant me the throne and the title of eternal king," he proclaimed. Jeongin's pauses momentarily, as if he didn't expect that request. "While I cannot claim your soul, I shall instead claim something that holds even greater value than your kingdom and its inhabitants."

Chan didn’t know what to think about this, he was unsure of what could be more important and grand than the state of the people who lived in the kingdom. He cared for his siblings, yes, but they are not more profound than the fate of his people.

Without delay, Jeongin unsheathed his sword attached to his belt, causing Chan to take another step back nervously. He watches the demon slice his palm open before roughly grabbing Chan's hand. Pulling him closer before flipping his hand back to see his palm before repeating the action, before clasping their hands together. They shaked each other's hands, their blood mixed together, sealing the deal.

"Your uncle will be dead by morning, and as for my offering…” Jeongin withdrew his hand, fixing Chan with a chilling smirk. “I will take it when you least expect it." He declared, his tone ominous, leaving Chan wondering if he did the wrong thing. Jeongin turned, and walked out the wooden doors. The candles blew out once more, leaving Chan back in darkness.

[miss-starlet]

can we have more of stalker members please ? Like your jeongin stalker post (if you don’t want to it’s ok!! I’m new here btw :3 )

Hi cutie!!!

I have something similar for Hannie in the drafts right now

B U T 👀 lowkey I have been thinking about doing some stalker headcanons for the other members, so this might be my sign

[miss-starlet]

♡Perv!Stalker!Jeongin Thoughts♡

18+MDNI

Note: After seeing that McQueen video of Jeongin, I couldn't get stalker neighbor Jeongin out of my head

Warnings: Stalking, breaking in, gaslighting/manipulation, jacking off, & pantie sniffing.

♡ The moment you moved in next door, he couldn't tear his eyes away. He was obsessed. Every glimpse of you sent his heart racing, and made him want to ruin protect you. Your shy demeanor only adding fuel to the fire. He absolutely cannot get enough of you. It doesn't matter that you are only one wall apart, it's not enough.

♡ He made sure to play the good neighbor. The perfect Prince Charming next door. Every kind gesture, every friendly interaction was a calculated move, designed to draw you closer to him. And poor navie you :( You never realized that there lurked a darkness behind his eyes.

♡ Has a few nicknames he loves to use on you, Princess, sweets, y/nnie. He just loves how flushed your face gets, and always feels like the luckiest man in the world when your face tucks into his chest to hide.

♡ Jeongin follows you close behind to Ever Single Place you go. You soon start to notice the echoes of footsteps trailing behind you and the faint clicks that are reminiscence of a camera flash. When you realize it's everywhere, you come running into your 'very kind neighbor' arms with tears staining your cheeks. Jeongin easily brushes off your fears, making sure to gaslight you into believing that you're paranoid and even if someone was following you he would always protect you.

♡ Breaking into your apartment with the spare key he had acquired through flirting with the lady who owns the apartment building when you are not home. He urges to touch every single thing you own. He usually stands in the quiet darkness of your closest as he waits for you to come home and watches you.

♡ The closet blinds not hiding anything from his view, it's like a front row view. Takes photos of you stripping down and changing into your sleeping wear. When you lay down and spread out on the bed, he gets to see your pretty pussy on display. Oh how you moan ever so sweetly and was that his name that fell from your lips like a prayer as your cunt squeezes around your small fingers?

♡ During the break ins, he grabs a pair of panties from your laundry basket; the only tangible mark of his presence. He buries his face deep into them as takes a deep sniff, drunk off your scent that was lingering on the panties. The pure electric shiver of pleasure that moves up his Jeongin spines make him quickly move to unzip his pants and tug his cock free, so he can move the pair up and down his hard leaking cock as he imagines its your tight cunt instead. Making sure ever time he paints the pretty pastel lace white with his cum.

♡ Sometimes he wonders what would you do if you found out. Would you despise him for what he does? Recoil from fear and hated? Call the police and have him locked away? Or maybe, just maybe, you were just as dirty and obsessed as his was. Maybe you were secretly hoping and praying when you noticed the footsteps, the camera, the missing panties were all him? Yearning for his attention any way whether it was good or bad?

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♡Made to Worship You♡

Bodyguard! Minho x Reader x Butler! Han Jisung (Brief Mention of Bang Chan x Reader)

Summary: Feeling anxious about accepting Chan's marriage proposal to aid your father's business expansion due to your lack of experience in all matters of love, Minho and Jisung offer their support and help.

Warning: Minho refers to themselves as the help once, fingering, inexperienced! Reader, pet names, praise, kinda soft?

Word Count: 1,300+

18+ MDNI

The soft moonlight was piercing through the window, the curtains flowing lazy from the light breeze; it should have been a quiet and peaceful night. However, you stayed tossing and turning, mind filled with racing thoughts from your conversation earlier that day which was causing you restlessness. Giving up the idea of sleep for right now you open your eyes and sat up in bed. You grab the bell that was sitting on top of the side table, giving it a couple of rings. Within seconds, the large wooden door flew open and inside came Jisung and Minho.

Your father might have been a busy man, but you were fortunate that he aimed for the best in every aspect of your life; from clothes and food to jewelry, and even providing you with the finest bodyguard and butler around. Within a few hours of meeting them those years ago, they became friends as if they had been in your life for ages, a heavenly gift to alleviate the loneliness imposed by your father's strict no-friends rule.

"I can't sleep, will you both please lay with me and keep me company" you ask as you look down at the blankets that surround you.

Minho let out a sigh of relief, letting himself catch his breath. You never ring the bell unless there is an emergency. "I'm sorry if I caused you both to worry."

"Shh, it's our job and it's also so nice to sleep in such a fluffy bed." Jisung said while climbing in the bed and lay behind you. His arm wraps around your waist to pull you to rest on his chest.

"What would your father say If he sees the help getting in bed with his daughter?" Minho teases, but still climbs in and lays next to you. He grabs your hand, linking both of your fingers together while letting his thumb rub small circles on the back of your hand.

You all don’t say much as you guys lie there, and you don't mind that. It’s a comfortable and relaxing silence that helps relieve your troubling thoughts, and hopefully enough to fall asleep.

"How come you couldn't fall asleep princess?" Jisung asked softly, causing a sad smile on your face to appear.

"Chan and my father have been striking up a deal. One thing Chan wants in the contact is my hand in marriage." You move your winded hands to your chest and gently cradle Minho's hand with your other. "My father wants me to accept his proposal since it will help with the expansion of the business."

"Oh..."

"Do you think he would love me?" You asked softly, looking up at the older man laying in front of you. His face stayed neutral but his eyes showed anger at that thought.

"He would be a fool not to." Minho growled, and you just nodded, not really sure if you believed him or not.

"Minho's right," Jisung replied softly, " You are so kind and beautiful, Chan would be very lucky to have your love."

"I have never been with anyone before since my father never allowed it." You added, when Minho saw the expression on your face, his gaze softened. Jisung fingers find their way to your hair, scratching your scalp, while Minho moves his free hand up and down on your lower back in a delicate soft motion.

"What if he doesn't like that I'm inexperienced?" Your head tilts downwards to not see the look that Minho was giving you, but you could feel both of their stares. "Would he think of me as pathetic? That making love to me felt like a chore?"

“Oh baby no. ” Minho cooed, he couldn't believe you would think such a thing. “ I would kill Chan if he ever thought of you like that, but would you like us to help you? Make you more experienced?”

"You would do that for me?" Your head tilted back up and eyes gazing up into his.

"We would do anything for your princess," Jisung whispered in your ear, tilting your head to the side and leaning forward to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue dives straight into your mouth.

Pulling away to catch your breath, Minho moved your face back to face him to gently pull you into another kiss. Jisung begins kissing along your jawline, then down towards your neck. While Minho's hand sneaks it way down. He slowly rubbed your clit through the fabric of your panties. He started with slow circle movements to then a little bit faster straight lines then back to slow circles. You pull away from the kiss, tiny pleases and whines spill from your lips, while trying to bury your face into his neck to muffle them.

Jisung gently moves you away from Minho's neck to squeeze your breasts before moving to lift up your top and cover your nipple with his mouth. You start squirming towards and away from their touch.

"Open darling” Minho whispers in your ear, his fingers near your mouth. You open and he gently puts them inside. Your lips wrap around the digits, getting them nice and wet before he pulls them out. "So sweet and innocent" Jisung murmured into your neck, kissing the area up and down.

Minho moves himself down the bed till his face is right next to your hips. His fingers slipped under the sides of the soft fabric, pulling them down your legs and throwing them on the floor. He kissed your hip, before biting down causing you to gasp.

"Hold her open for me." Jisung leaned you back a little bit against his chest before he used his hand to raise your leg up your chest. Minho lets two of his fingers slip inside. Your head flopped to the side on Jisung's shoulder. His fingers reach in deeper and curl them to hit your g-spot causing you to let out a loud moan mixed with a sob.

"You are ok baby...Doing so good for us, " Minho cooed at you as tears pricked along your lower lash line. Jisung hummed, agreeing with Minho's statement, while replying “Such a good girl for us.”

Jisung unoccupied hand kneads the flesh of your chest before rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers. You shook under their touch, your thighs are trembling, and your legs would have closed if it was for Jisungs tight grip. Minho slowly inches in another finger before pumping them in and out. Your hips move desperately against his fingers.

“I-I'm gonna cum!” You moan out and you could feel Jisung smirking into your neck. "Yeah? Gonna cum for me and Minnie?”

All you could do was nod quickly, while you clenched around Minho's finger. Your mouth drops open to release a loud moan and the babbling of both of their names. Jisung's index and middle finger start to rub your clit at a dizzying speed, while Minho's fingers keep thrusting in and out, hitting your sweet spot. Before you know it, your orgasm comes over you, both of them helping you ride out your orgasm.

Minho and Jisung communicate silently through a glance, they will always be there for you no matter if you marry Chan or even any other man. In those fleeting moments of eye contact, they decide to shield you from any harm and protect you with their lives.

Minho pulled out his fingers, licking them clean. "Jisungie, you have to taste her. She's just so sweet," Minho says with a chuckle. Jisung moved from out of behind you and suddenly without warning ran up your heat with his tongue before he wrapped her lips around your clit. You audibly gasped, the slight overstimulation hurt but also felt so good.

"You taste so good princess, just what I needed," Jisung says while he pulls away, "Do you think you could cum one more time for us?"

Before you could answer him, Minho replied "She's such a good girl, I know she can take all the love we give her."

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♡ Pet Play W/ Minnie ♡

18+ MDNI

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: Punishments, Bondage, titles such as master & owner, mentions of spanking and degradation.

Kitty Minne (Receiving):

♡ I know everyone loves a good bratty Minho (Guilty ✋️), however I want to say it's not often the case. On a scale I probably would say 70% good boy and 30% a brat.

♡ He just wants to be loved and spoiled. Which might lead into bratty kitty territory when he doesn't get his way.

♡ Licks and nibbles at your hand and fingers. All the love bites from him.

♡ When he is good, he is your prize kitten who want to be pampered. Pls help him put on his collar w/ a little bell and ears. Brush his hair, give him tons of pets, and kisses. An absolute cutie when he is all dolled up!

♡ He is a big fan of bondage, especially loves when you bind his legs and elbows so that they are forced to stay bent and have to crawl around.

♡ One of Minhos favorite things is to cum. When he starts to get bratty and misbehave, taking away his orgasms is a good way to get him back to acting like your good kitty.

~♡~

Minho was seated by your feet on the floor. Dawning his fluffy kitty ears and baby blue collar. All day he has been naughty, but you knew just what to do to make him behave again.

You gently patted your thighs to catch Minho's attention, making soft "psk" noises to get him to join you on your lap.

He gazed up at you with those honey-brown eyes, scrowling at you; clearly annoyed.

"Does Minnie need help getting up?" You asked teasingly, putting your hands under his armpits and lifting him up into your lap. "I didn't need help."

"Don't get all grumpy with me mister. Doesn't my kitty want to feel good? " You asked. Your hand wraps around his dick, starting of with slow tugs before jerking him off merciless. Minho's moans starts to get louder and louder as your speed increases.

"Y/Nnie p-please" Minho's body squirms between your legs as your other hand comes around his waist to still him.

"So loud baby and so needy too." Your hand stops and he whined loudly. His hips started to thrust up against the air, trying to feel some type of sensation.

"My bratty little baby just doesn't deserve to cum, does he?" You ask as your fingers grabbed his chin, shaking his head no.

Owner Minho (Giving):

♡ A very strict, but loving owner. Will spoil you rotten by letting you have whatever you want as long as you are good for him. Buys you a new collar and toys almost every week because he loves how excited you get when he gives them to you.

♡ He doesn't mind whatever animal you want to be, but it will change how soft or rough he plays with you. If you are his kitty, he will treat you just like his own cats. If you are his little puppy, he will be a lot more rougher with you.

♡ Minho has many rules he expects you to follow, and he isn't very lenient with them. Some of his rules include not speaking unless asked, always calling him by his title (master or owner), and respecting him.

♡ He doesn't like to be disrespected, and he doesn't mind training that brat attitude right out of his pet.

♡ Will spray you with a water bottle.

♡ When you misbehave, he turns into a big meanie. He does give you a chance to correct yourself depending on what rule you broke, however, if you keep on he will punish you. He is mean and vile with what he says when degrading you. Spanking is his favorite punishment to give you, especially when he is able to use his belt or get out his favorite paddle.

~♡~

Minho had came home and surprised you with a new tail plug that had a vibrator setting. He made sure to get his little pet ready by helping you put on your collar and new tail.

You were kneeling in between his feet trying to be good and not squirm. He set it to the lowest setting, and to say you were desperate was an understatement. You rubbed your head against the fabric of his jeans, whining softly.

"Aw, my poor kitten. Don't worry, your master will take care of you."

"P-please" You whine out, Minho hand find their way into your hair, pulling your head back.

"Kittens don't talk." Minho said as he unbuttons his pants, following the action by unzipping his fly and pulling his cock free from his underwear.

"Does my kitty want a taste?" You nod, while letting him move you head close to the tip by your hair.

"You been so good for me, how about you enjoy your reward?"

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♡ SKZ Finding Out You Are A Witch ♡

Summary: Maknae line finds out you are a witch, but there is a little twist!

Note: I actually wanted this out before Halloween, but life had other plans haha. Hyung line coming soon!

Warning: Mention of magic, Mention of other magical creatures, A cat familiar in Jeongin's part, Seungmin calls the reader his girlfriend in his part, while reader in Jeongin's part refers to themselves as his girlfriend.

♡Jisung♡

Jisung had his suspicions after dating you for a few months. Everything from you snapping your fingers that turned off the lights to your mysterious moonlit garden activities had raised questions. Plus, you were just too perfect. So, he decided to confide in the only supernatural person he knew.

"I'm telling you, Seungmin, I think, no I KNOW my girlfriend isn't human."

Seungmin, slightly exasperated, responded, "Gather some evidence, until then, I can't help you." He waved Jisung away, clearly too tired to deal with him.

Listening to Seungmin's advice for once in his life, Jisung was going to find out what you were. He followed the worn out cobblestone path to your cottage, hoping to find you there at home. He knocked on your door, and you welcomed him inside.

"What brings you here, baby?" you asked.

"I need to see something," Jisung replied, heading to the kitchen, grabbing a glass, and filling it with water.Jisung had two theories in mind, either you were a witch or a mermaid, since he'd never seen you near water. Not wanting to risk you melting if you are a witch, he cautiously poured a small amount of water on your hand.

You didn't react as expected, so he sighed in defeat, slumping onto the couch. "You know witches don't actually melt when you pour water on them, right? You should have learned that in magic class."

"Haha, very funny," Jisung replied, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Did my boyfriend fail Supernatural 101?" you teased, pretending to gasp dramatically before falling on the couch next to him.He looked at you, and suddenly, everything fell into place.

You were a witch.

"Sungie, you knew all along, didn't you? If I could tell you were a supernatural creature, then you should have known too."

"Wait, you thought I was like you?" Jisung's eyes widened in shocked.

"Well not a witch, but y'know... a vampire" He shook his head. "A demon then?"

"Nope! 100 percent human!"

"Oh lord, I'm dating a human." You mumbled to yourself.

"So you went to hogwarts?" He said, smiling big.

"No baby, I didn't."

"Can you teach me?" He asked just as excitedly.

♡Felix♡

You were in the midst of sorting your ancient spell books when Felix unexpectedly arrived. Startled, you quickly tried to stash the items away, but Felix caught a glimpse of an open page in one of the books - a page filled with ancient symbols. He stayed quiet letting you think he didn't see anything.

However, once he got home, Felix's curiosity (more like nervousness), led him to research what the scary book was. After numerous Google searches, it led him to an old, almost rundown bookstore nestled in a forgotten corner of the city. Felix described the symbols, and the owner of the shop gave him a dusty spell book-all centered around the creatures of the sea.

He quickly made his way back to your apartment to confront you. After all you both made a promise not to lie or keep secerts from each other.

He gave you the book and asked "What... what is all this?"

You were surprised and hesitated, searching for the right words. "Felix, I should have told you-" you began, your voice trembling.

"Are you... a witch?"

"Yes, I am, but that's not why you're here, right? You're upset because I've been found out."

Felix's confusion only deepened. "What?"

"Look, Felix, I know your secret too. I know you're a mermaid. The book had spells on how to protect you." Felix's eyes widened at your unexpected confession.

He struggled to find the words, clearly caught off guard. "A mermaid? But that's..."

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner." You said softly, sitting the book down on the coffee table.

"I'm not a mermaid."

"What?! Your love for the sea? Your extreme knowledge? Your beauty? It just made sense." You trail off.

"Well I do have a degree in Marine Science."

Realization dawned on you, mixing with a tinge of embarrassment. "So, the things I thought were signs of being a mermaid were just... your love for the ocean and your expertise in marine life?"

"Don't forget my extreme beauty," Felix said teasingly.

"Are you upset that I didn't tell you? About me being a witch and everything?"

Felix shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. " Of course not angel. But my sleep would've been much better without stumbling upon all that scary stuff in my research trying to figure it out."

♡Seungmin♡

You were quite nervous to talk to your boyfriend. You were entirely convinced that he already knew about your status as a witch, just as you were absolutely certain that Seungmin was a warlock.

The reason you were nervous was because what if he didn't? What if he perceived you as just another human? Would it alter anything in your relationship? But you were going to get past your fears, and ask him tonight.

"I have everything for the movie night!" Seungmin excitedly announces, strutting inside your room with a grin on his face.

"Min? Do you know that i am a witch?" You ask softly, voice shaky.

"Do you think I didn't know?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No, no- I knew, but do you have a problem with it?"

"Y/n, I have converted my apartment to your needs. Do you think I use all them herbs lined on my wall to cook? If I had a problem with you being a witch then I wouldn't."

"It's...It's not yours for your own practice?" He shook his head. "Where's your own stuff?"

"What do you mean? Why would I have my own magical stuff?" He asked curiously.

"You not a warlock? I was so sure..." You said somewhat disappointed.

"You thought I was?" Seungmin hands pointed to his self "A warlock?" He laughed before looking dead serious.

"Wow, my witch girlfriend is upset that I'm human?" He says teasingly.

You grinned mischievously, eyes twinkling. "Maybe I just expected a little magic in my boyfriend," you teased back.

"But who needs spells when I've got you?" You added playfully, pulling him closer. "Let's make our own kind of magic, shall we?"

Both of your laughter echoed through the room, before you pull him into a sweet kiss.

♡Jeongin♡

Jeongin arrived home earlier than usual, as he stepped inside, he caught you in deep conversation with your cat, Dickson.

"What are you talking about, Dickson?" You mumbled, "You are being unreasonable to the evidence." Dickson meows back like he is answering you.

"Jeongin is definitely a werewolf; it just makes sense."

Jeongin's mouth hung slightly agape. First thing first you thought he was a werewolf? Second, you were chatting with your cat as though it could provide answers. Well, the cat did meow in response, but it was still a curious sight.

"Y/n."

"Oh, Innie, you scared me. I didn't hear you come in."

"Why on earth are you talking to Dickson like it's a person?"

"Well..." You smiled sheepishly, not really knowing what to say. You were not too sure if your boyfriend understood that witches could talk to their familars or not.

Dickson, simply stared at Jeongin, seemingly unimpressed with the 'werewolf' infront of him. Jeongin noticed Dickson's gaze, and offer his hand for the cat to sniff before petting him. Dickson let out a disinterested meow, before jumping out of your hands and heading out of the room.

"Does he not like me?"

"Baby, I have something to ask you."

"If it's what you were asking Dickson, i'm not a werewolf, love," he reassured, grabbing your hand gently "Why on earth would you think that?"

You glanced at him, embarrassment clear as day on your face. "I've seen you do things that made me wonder sometimes, especially with how you handle the full moon," you admitted, trying to justify your suspensions. "I might have jumped to conclusions. Sorry," you said, feeling a bit foolish.

Jeongin wrapped an arm around you, drawing you close. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "No worries y/n. Besides magical creatures don't exist. "

"Did you forget that your lovely girlfriend exists?" Jeongin pulls away from you slightly, looking confused. "You don't know?" You asked, and he shooked his head.

"Well I guess one more cat to let out the bag, I'm a witch."

"Do you sacrifice children?" Was first question that tumbles out of Jeongin's mouth. He didn't mean to say that, but it slipped out.

You pull away slightly this time, face showing a mix of confusion and annoyance. "No Jeongin, no I do not."

Jeongin felt a little silly and started to laugh. " I'm sorry, i don't even know why i asked that. It's just this whole thing is kinda weird. " Seeing the look on your face, made him feel terrible. " But, I still love you."

"Love you too." You said relieved, and slightly amused by the whole exchange.

[charmercharm3r]

Just devoured all your Phases content and it left me in awe, like💀💀i never considered poly! ships but the way you depicted the relationship with jisung and minho was so enticing and gorgeous (also seeing minho as the sub for once blew my mind, in the best way)

And now my mind is full of possibilities. like, now we found out jisung has a sub side not even he knew about, imagine him getting low-key envious of reader fucking minho with the strap and imagining himself in that place. jisung trying to subtitly tell reader he wants to be fucked too but can't be direct about it because he has a pride.

how would it proceed??

i love your blog so much, pls don't stop💖

i’m mad i didn’t think of this idea myself, anon u are a genius

Masterlist

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“No, no, please don’t stop. I’ll be good, I promise!” Minho begged while clawing at your forearm to bring your body back down against his, wanting nothing more than to be pinned between you and the mattress.

He always makes it so hard to say no, sitting up to kiss your chest and neck as further pleas. You caved in and laughed, following the feeling of his lips as you laid him back down and hiked his knees up. “You have to stay like this, pretty kitty.” Minho nodded against you and held himself up by the backs of his knees.

While you shifted and made yourself more comfortable, the dildo inside him moved, nudging the spot that made him want to curl up and stiffen with pleasure. In the background was the slick sounds of Jisung off to the side, only watching. You didn’t need to see him to know his hand was wrapped around his cock and slowly jerking into the tight ring.

Minho’s breath didn’t slow, he continued to pant beneath you as your hips gently pulled back, pushing into him with almost no force and simply feeling him out. He tended to get ahead of himself, biting off more than he could chew when with you, especially. Jisung was skilled when it came to taking control of Minho’s needs in bed, he knew this side of the older like the back of his hand. Whereas you, although new to dominating with even just having the slightest bit of domineering edge over the brunette, was just the teensiest bit at a loss of what to do in this situation.

You figured it out quickly though, holding both his cheeks the way Jisung would do you to and focusing all of his attention on your face. He couldn’t look anywhere else as you wouldn’t let him, chest slowing to a steady breath and he was ready for more, once again.

It was maybe a few five minutes where you didn’t peak over your shoulder to acknowledge your blonde boyfriend, nor did you notice the quieting of the wet sounds on his side of the room. Rolling against Minho was taking up most of your mental capacity, he was so pretty to look at. You understood why Jisung loved taking him in this exact same way, the brunette was the finest picture of modern art.

Red, leaking cock sitting prettily against his lower belly, cheeks and chest flushed pink while glazed over with sweat, Minho squirmed and ached for your lips to seal him into the sub space he desperately wanted to fall into. He was more than halfway there, just needing the extra coddling push.

“Aren’t you just so handsome? Pretty kitty, you’re glowing. How does my cock feel? D’you like it? I think you look so cute stuffed full of me.” Minho nodded and whined at your words, puckering his lips for the kiss he’s been wanting so badly.

And when you leaned in and planted one firmly, lovingly onto his lips, a second whimper almost trickled out of reach of your ears. You could’ve missed one of the most glorious things you’d ever seen if you didn’t turn your head, thanking the heavens you did.

What a sight to behold, Jisung with his feet planted on the armrests of the corner chair, one hand cupping his balls as the older circled the rim of his hole. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth in effort to keep quiet, though failure not entirely something he intended on avoiding.

Jisung stared straight at you, straight at Minho— too in his own head to notice what was happening— and straight at where your bright purple strap was penetrating your boyfriend’s used asshole. You involuntarily lurched forward and pushed the dildo deeper into Minho while maintaining eye contact with the younger. In your peripheral you could see his finger dip into his own hole in time with your hip movement.

A whole new world of pleasure for you, Jisung, and Minho to explore.

Just after you finish with the first babbling baby beneath you in dire need of your attention.

When Minho gets in these needy kind of moods, it isn’t long before he’s winded himself so tight that any little thing gets him to blow his load faster than either of you could catch up to— but he always makes up for it with his short refraction periods and stamina. Minho laid at the foot of the bed to recollect himself, in the mean time, a certain blonde was awaiting his turn.

You strode tall in front of Jisung, strap hanging proudly on your hips, even more daunting because you were entirely too comfortable wearing it that it may as well been very, very real. Hell, the phantom limb syndrome told you that it was real.

“Do you want something, baby?”

His finger stalled in his hole, massaging his balls harder as if it was a comforting tactic when faced with a difficult decision.

“All you have to do is ask.” You put your hands on either side of the back of the chair, sensually kissing his cheek and back until you reached his ear to whisper, “I’ll give you whatever you want. There’s just one little word I wanna hear, first.”

“‘M not gonna beg.” He replied with no bite in his tone.

“You don’t have to. However, only good boys get to be fucked. Are you a good boy?”

Jisung bit his lip again as you pulled back to look him in the eye. A quick glance over your shoulder to look at Minho, as if the younger didn’t know what to do now that the roles were reversed. Unbeknownst to you, Minho nodded in signal to the blonde that, yes, he’s the best boy.

Whether he realized it or not, Jisung nodded, as well.

“That’s what I thought.”

Stealing his hands from himself, you carefully walked Jisung to the bed besides Minho, who only watched in entertainment. This was something new for all of you, neither of you could fault him for being interested. Plus, he was extra moral support.

As Jisung’s back hit the mattress, you crawled over his body and slotted yourself between his willfully spreading legs. “You always take such good care of us, baby,” you say as you brush his hair from his forehead, placing sweet kisses to his cheeks. “Won’t you let me return the favor?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled in search of another kiss and n latching onto the skin of your neck out of desperation to suck on something.

“That’s not what I want to hear, baby. You know.” The drag of your nail down his thigh to hook behind his knee and rest it on your hip, Jisung may have been too distracted.

“Puppy, c’mon,” he detached from your neck to plead with his big, round eyes.

You tipped his head back with a finger below his chin, “it’s just one little word. Be my good boy, won’t you?”

Jisung audibly swallowed the lump in his throat, torn between the ego he’s been holding on to and the earth shattering, mind numbing euphoria he knows you’re fully capable of giving to him if Minho covered in his own cum was anything to go by. Jisung looked over at his boyfriend, to which the older smiled at him with encouragement. You could see the pingpong ball bouncing back and forth in his head, he wants it so badly, wants to know why your boyfriend would go to unbelievable lengths to be stuffed full of your and his cock.

Teetering back and forth for a decision, Minho leaned over and pecked the younger’s cheek, “if you like it enough, who knows, maybe I’ll get to fuck you next.”

Jisung’s eyes widened, then turned to you with full confidence, “please.”

A proud smile washed across your face and reached down to cup both Minho and Jisung’s cheeks with one hand on each, “my sweet boys.” They nuzzled into your palms until you had to pull back.

“You had your turn,” you said to Minho, who happily reclined with his hands behind his head and let the younger take the spotlight.

Jisung was eager now, quick to wrap his other leg over your hip and tug you in to let the scratchy fabric of the strap rub against the underside of his thighs. “Easy. You’ve got all of me.” You assured him with a tender kiss, his arms snaking around your neck to pull you in closer. While your fingers traversed further down busy chest, beneath his belly and past his aching dick, Minho silently handed you the lube to coat your first two digits.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be screaming that one little word before I’ve even put my cock in you.”

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[miss-starlet]

♡Machine Perfection♡

Warning: Cyborg Hyunjin!

18+ MDNI

Note: I had a dream last night & I had to write this idea haha 😅

You and Hyunjin were just cuddled on the couch together, watching a movie about some mad scientist that makes humans into Cyborgs.

"I wonder how it would be to be fuck by one." You muttered more to yourself then to Hyunjin.

Unknowingly to you, Hyunjin had a few biomechatronic body parts. He has been hiding this secret of himself away from you in fear that you might leave him.

Hyunjin stares at you for a few seconds before blurting out "You want to find out?"

That is how you ended up where you are now. The movie long forgotten about, and sitting on his lap with three of his fingers going a steady pace. Your sweet spot was being stimulated, while his other fingers were vibrating as they rubbed gentle circles on your clit. Your back arching up and body trembling from the pleasure.

"Please.." you whimpered.

"What is it baby?" Hyunjin coos.

"I want to cum on your cock so bad"

"I'm gonna take good care of you princess," pulling his fingers out, causing you to whine."I'm gonna lock you in place now ok?" He whispers against you neck.

His arm snakes around to wrap it around your waist tight. While his other hand gently pushes your hair back into a pony to grip, yanking your head up.

Lining his cock to your entrance, he slowly pushes in until its deep inside you. "Fuck your greedy little pussy just sucks me right in. Was my fingers not enough baby?"

He slowly slides it out before slamming into you. He is fucking you in a fast steady pace, with a tight grip on your waist to keep you in place.

Your eyes screwed shut as you get lost in the pleasure of how well he keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again.

He starts to speed up his movements, his relentless pounding to your g-spot never stopping. Causing you to let out little "ah ah ah" sounds.

The loud slapping sounds of his hips making connect with you echoed through the room. It might have been wrong to think, but god did you hope that it would leave bruises on your ass.

[miss-starlet]

♡ So Good For Unnie ♡

Pls I'm so down bad 😫

18+ MDNI

Just here me out ok? Jeongin somehow is able to come home in his skz family outfit, and it's a complete surprise to you. He would ask you "Are you going to be good for unnie? Let me play with my pretty little baby?"

"Jeongin-"

He tsk and shakes his head at you "You will call me unnie. Understand?"

"Yes unnie."

Jeongin would trail kisses from your jaw to your neck, before picking you up and carrying you to bed. He makes quick work of getting you naked for him. He still has everything on, only his cock is free.

He will show you just how good unnie can take care of you with his cock. He would have you laying on your back, your knees up to your chest as he thrusts into you fast and hard. His thick cock deep inside of you, hitting the right spot over and over again.

One of his huge hands are holding you down by your neck. Between that, and his hard thrusts it makes your vision a bit blurry, but Jeongin still looks so pretty.

"So wet baby, is it all because of me? Because of your unnie?"

Praises will fill the air about how good you are sucking him in, and how you are being such a good girl for Unnie.

He would muttered just how pretty you will look with unnie's cum leaking out of you when he is close.

He just loves how much this whole thing is making you wet. How much it's making you a moaning and whimpering mess for him, for your unnie.

[bandgie]

Ghost in the Night

Ghostface!Jeongin x fem!reader

synopsis: Keep your doors locks, shut your windows, don't go outside after sundown. Rules were quickly put in place when a killer, known as 'Ghostface,' began terrorizing your city. You listened to all these rules until finals night, but still, there's no way in hell Ghostface could get to you. Right?

warnings: MDNI 18+, DUBCON/NONCON, breaking an entry, implied kidnapping, PIV, forced oral (m! receiving), face slapping, blood/murder, face fucking, slight pain during sex (no prep) crying/begging, cumming inside, degrading words (slut, bitch, etc), not proofread,

4.1k words shheesshhh

Another college student was found dead. Their throat slashed along with their stomach. The police found them in their apartment with the words 'COME FIND ME' smeared on the walls with blood. The story along made you queasy. This killer, who the town nicknamed Ghostface, has been on a spree for about two weeks now. It really happened out of the blue. One day, you're attending college parties, and the next, you're too scared to even shop for necessities.

Rumors began to speculate about who it could be. Many people thought it was the rival university, some thought it was the son of the dean who couldn't get into the school, most thought it was just a psycho. The question remained though, why did Ghostface only go after college students?

Your friends dropped out of college upon hearing the news. They urged you to do the same, but you were so close to graduating that you decided to push through. After all, most of the students attacked were sorority or frats, you weren't either of them. If you kept your head down, didn't attend the stupid parties students kept throwing because they liked the thrill, you would be fine.

So here you were, on the second floor of the library late at night. You're thankful your library had open hours until midnight, it was great for last minute studying. The librarian was very friendly, even offering to drive you home. "I hear about what's been happening," she tells you as she rubs her trails hands.

You shake your head, "Thank you for your concern. I really don't wanna waste your time, I'll be fine." She eyes you cautiously, as if hoping you'd second guess yourself and take her offer. When you don't, she sighs. "Fine, deary. You be safe out there." You nod your head and watch her descend back to her from post.

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A few hours pass before you decide to head home, your brain fried from all the studying. You wave the librarian a goodbye and exit the doors, greeted with the moon and stars in the sky. Had there not been a killer loose, you would have loved to admire the view. It's a blood moon tonight, and you pray that it's a good omen.

While walking back to your dorm, you couldn't help but hear music blasting. You pass one of the frat dorms, watching as people passed out in the front lawns and other vomiting. You grimaced at the sight. How could they party like this when people were being brutally murdered? You ignored their hollers and whistles to continue on your path.

"Hey!" One of them shouts at you. You ignore it, walking faster to get to your safe place. "Hey! I'm calling you!" Still, you maintain your pace. If you keep walking fast enough, you'll be able to-

"Damn girl! I'm tryna talk to you," the guy had caught up to you. He held you by your upper arms stinking of booze. You turned to face him in an attempt to intimidate him, "I'm not interested." You try your best to sneer, but he only laughs. "Never said I wanted you to be. I was just gonna say you shouldn't be walking all alone." His ominous statement send chills down your spine.

"I appreciate you tryna be my hero, but like I said, I'm not interested." You sternness throws him off, and he quickly lets go of your arm. "Bitch," he mumbles, "I was just tryna help." You don't bother replying, quickly turning around to escape his presence. You can't trust anyone, you can't take your chances.

You make a sharp turn, hoping that you're out of his sight. It doesn't take long to hear the familiar steps behind you. Rather than ignoring him this time, you turn around quickly to confront him. "Didn't you fucking hear me? I said-" You stop yourself. You were fully excepting to see his drunk ass behind you, but instead your faced with nothing.

You shiver, whipping back around to scurry home. It was just the wind, you think. You can feel your heartbeat in your chest, feel the blood that pumps in your veins. No no no, calm down. You're fine. There's nothing here. Even while you try to relax your heartbeat, you start hearing the footsteps again.

Too scared to turn around, you run. Maybe there's nothing behind you at all. Maybe you're running like a manic only scaring yourself more. It doesn't matter though, you're filled with too much fear to think rationally.

Another turn, and you can see your dorm complex in the distance. You stop running as fast, convinced that you're just overreacting. You do keep a fast walk though, still unsure if you could really walk so carelessly. Your gaze is up in the sky, watching how the moon gets bigger and bigger.

The sky provides a good amount of light as you finally make your way to the front door as your house. You reach for your keys only to see that your front door is already open. Your eyebrows raise, unsure if your roommate just got home and forgot to close the door. You push it open, taking a peek. The lights are off and it's quiet. Perhaps they just forgot and went to sleep.

You walk in and flick on the light, setting your bag down. It's not until your eyes are better adjusted in the lighting that you see your roommate. She's hunched over, limp on the couch as if she was waiting for you. You gasp at her, jumping slightly.

"Oh my god!" You breathe. "Jesus Christ you scared the shit outta me." You take steps towards her waiting for her response. There is none. "Hey, girl you good?" You reach out to grasp her shoulder and the little contact makes her fall on the ground. It's then that you see the blood that pool on the couch, how easily her head lolls to the side.

You fall to the ground with her, flipping her around to see a giant slash across her neck. Her eyes are wide with fear, her mouth open as if she was screaming. You can't help but try to shake her despite it being in vain, tears falling down your face. You're so caught up in your mourning that you don't hear the footsteps that come towards you.

A shadow hovers over you, and you turn around to see the familiar descriptions you've seen in the news. A black cloak, gloved hands, a white mask with a permanent open mouth. You cry even harder upon the sight. A part of you doesn't think it's real, that it's all just a sick dream you're having. Even as the killer kneels down towards you to stare at your face, you pray it's just a nightmare.

"I had to come pretty quick, you were almost home," it speaks. You don't really register what he's saying. He straightens back up, "You know, I also killed that dude back there that grabbed you. Guys like that piss me off. They have no respect for personal space ya know what I mean?" Perhaps he said that as a joke, considering this man literally killed your roommate mere moments ago.

"Please," your voice is horse and thick with emotion. "I don't want-want to die." You start sobbing, bloody hands cradling your face in an attempt to comfort yourself. The masked man cocks his head to side, seemingly intrigued by your cries. "You think I'm gonna kill you?" He doesn't wait for an answer, yanking your head up by your hair. You whimper and nod, vision blurry with tears.

You try begging more, but all that comes out are garbles sentences and pathetic wails. Ghostface is rather enjoying the show, smiling behind his mask. "You've got a good crying face. Keep begging," his grip tightens on your hair. You do, and honestly he didn't even need to ask. In the midst of your sobs, you can feel the cold edge of something sharp against your throat. You feel it slowly dig into your neck, but not hard enough to break the skin.

The contact makes you freeze up, eyes wide with absolute terror. Ghostface literally moans at the sight. "Fuck, I love that look." He makes the knife dances around your neck, staring at how your pupils dilate. Pleasurable shivers travel his body, and he can feel the blood traveling to his cock. Killing you now would be a waste, he should at least have some fun first.

He removes the knife from your neck throws it across the room. You jump at the clattering noise, almost missing how he uses his now free hand to yank his pants down. On your knees, your face-to-dick with his half hard on. You almost throw up at the realization, eyes staring into the masks eyes pleading.

He shoves his crotch closer to your face, smearing his cock on your face. You keep your mouth closed, determined to keep your dignity intact. Ghostface doesn't like this, and pulls your hair back so hard you think you'll go bald. "You think this is a fucking game?" He forces you to look at him while he speaks. "You wanna end up like your bitch roommate? Huh?" You shake your head as you sob.

"That's what I fuckin' thought, get to work slut."

You don't think you can manage to even keep your mouth open with how violently your sobbing, but Ghostface doesn't wait for you to open up all the way. He quickly shoves his half hard in your mouth. You wrap your lips around it, trying your best not to gag. A part of you thinks about biting down on him, and he must see a glint in your eyes because he yanks your face off him.

The force of his pull makes you cry out, but he responds by slapping you hard across the face with his free hand. Pain surges in your face, and you can't help the continuous tears that fall. "If you fucking bite me, I'll make you choke on your own insides," he threatens. If it wasn't for the corpse of your roommate mere feet away, you would still believe him because of the look in his eye.

"I won't!" You speak through your cries. "I promise I promise just please don't hurt me." Ghostface smiles under his mask, giving your cheeks three more light slaps before shoving your face back on his cock. Determined to prove your life is worthy, you stick your tongue out to lick his underside. You can tell he surprised by the way his breath hitches.

You let your lips run over his length along with your tongue. Salvia quickly begins to pool in your mouth, and you spit on his dick. You carefully reach your hands up, scared that he might slap you again. You can tell he's watching with judgement as you grab the base of his cock with one of your hands. Your other one steads on your thigh as you let your mouth fall open.

Working in one fluid motion, you bob your head to the speed of your hand. His cock is smooth, save for the pulsating of his veins. He's completely hard now, and it's pretty difficult to get more than half his girth between your lips. Your hands become sticky with precum and spit. You can feel how your drool dibbles down your cheeks as you continue to take him in your mouth.

Now there's two hands in your hair, and he's started pull you closer and closer to him. A particular thrust of his hips has you gagging, nearly coughing his cock out. He doesn't let you pull him out, instead forcing you to keep a couple inches in. You're making noises that both sound like moaning and suffocating, and it turns him on a lot more than he'd like to admit.

Watching you try your best to suck his cock like your life depends on it makes him feel alive because, well, your life does depend on it. You doe eyes wide with fear and concentration amuses him, makes him feel almost bad for the fact that he's still going to kill you when you're done. Not to mention your lips, how swollen and red they are from pleasuring him.

A part of him wishes he could take his mask off, make you look him in the eyes rather than his mask. The clear view could possible make him cum quickly in your mouth. Instead, Ghostface makes do with your current state. You're dripping in him and your own liquids, hands feverishly moving easily in the slobber.

All you and him can hear are your choked sobs, wet sucking, and the occasional movement of his hips hitting your face. To both of your shock, you find yourself getting aroused by his cock in your mouth. The fear in your stomach slowly begins to bubble into desire. Your panties getting slightly damp. You can't stop yourself as you clench you thighs together to get some friction.

You try to convince yourself that it's normal to get like this in a life or death situation. There's been cases of people's brain getting so scared that it gets sexually stimulated. You pray that this is the case now because you're starting to think how pretty this man's moans is. He sounds breathy, needy, desperate. Like he hasn't gotten much action in a while, or at least not to this extent.

A self-defense mechanism, you try to tell yourself as your pussy begins to seep through your underwear.

Ghostface suddenly thrusts his hips into your face, his cock hitting your throat deep. You throat contracts around him, and the pressure has him pulsing. You think you might suffocate with how he just keep shoving his dick into your mouth without caring how you claw at his thighs. Then he moans, almost sings his groans as he shoots his cum down your throat.

If you thought you were suffocating then, you must be dying now. His hot cum chokes you and slightly trickles down your chin. Your wide eyes have now rolled to the back of your head, and your chest began burning from lack of oxygen. Perhaps this is how you go out, dead by dick.

Just before you can feel yourself lose consciousness, he pulls away. You gasp and cough for air, hands grabbing your throat. Ghostface takes a few steps back as if he was surprised by his own orgasm. You heave, lungs burning from the intake of fresh air. Before you have the chance to fully recover, he pulls you up by the back of you head and harshly throws you on the couch. You hate how your shirt begins to grow damp with your roommate's blood, but you try to persuade yourself that it's just sweat.

Ghostface is between your legs in a matter of seconds, lifting up your skirt to expose your underwear.

You're still trying to catch your breath as your hands aimlessly attempt to push him off. You hear him snicker, gripping your thighs tightly to pull them apart. He sighs dreamily, "You're so wet baby. I can't tell if you're that turned on from sucking my cock or if you're so scared you pissed yourself."

Shame overtakes you, and you fight even harder to push him away. He only laughs at your attempts, releasing you for just a second to wrap his hands around his throat. Your finger try to pry him off, but all he does it squeeze harder. You can feel your face turning read, the familiar sensation of suffocating returning.

"I thought you would have learned to be nicer to me by now," he tsks. "Be a good girl and let me fuck you. I would rather like to fuck this pussy warm and alive." You can't verbally answer him since he's crushing your windpipe, so you meekly nod. He released your throat just before your vision went fully dark.

His gloves hands trail over your body, cupping at your breasts before continuing on their way down. You're scared that moving would make you faint, so you stay still as he explores your body. You can feel the warmth of his hands through the latex. How strong his fingers are as they reopen your legs. He rubs a thumb on your clothed pussy, keeping on hand on your abdomen.

Then, he does something even he knows he shouldn't do; Takes off his mask. If you weren't so oxygen-deprived, you could probably see his clearly. All you can make out is his dark hair, thick eyebrows, full lips. His specific features are a little hazy, but you can see enough to know that despite your better judgment, he's not bad looking at all.

He throws the mask onto your face, blocking your vision. "Don't take it off," he commands. "Take that mask off and I'll rip your throat out with my hands." You nod as shivers run down your body, "I won't." Those are all the words he needs to heat before moving your under to the side. The sight of your aroused clit has his breath caught in his throat, he's never seen anything as beautiful.

"Oh baby," he practically moans. His fingers feel a little uncomfortable as he plays with your lower lips, but it's not painful. He smears your wetness all over your pussy and thighs. Ghostface is amazed at how much your pussy was drooling for him. Maybe you're sick too, just like him.

Your cunt feels cold when he withdraws his hand from you, and your body reactively chases his touch. You hate how you hear him chuckle at your actions. He takes his finger and shoves it into his mouth, curious about your taste. You can't see too clear, but from the way his eyebrows go up, he likes what he ate.

"I'd kill to eat your pussy," he compliments. "Don't have the time to though, maybe next time."

No prep, no lube, just this man precisely angling his cock to your soppy entrance. You're whimpering quietly, little sounds as if to say please don't when it only entices him more. He lets out a soft groan when his tip enters your soft walls. You try to close your legs, but now with two hands gripping the back of your thighs, you really don't have a choice.

He pushes in, and you use both your hand to cover your mouth. He has more length than girth, so it feels never ending as he slides in. It's slightly painful at first, but you find yourself feeling satisfying full. Your assaulter can't fit himself all the way since you're too tight, but it's enough for him to rock his hips.

There's no warm up to his strokes, and your thrown in forced pleasure all too quickly. The feeling of his sliding in and out, how he manages to get deeper and deeper each time, the bruising grip on your thighs. Now you're covering your mouth to suppress your moans rather than cries. Even though, he can still hear how you squeak and groan as he pounds into you.

He watches as your breasts bounce from underneath your shirt, the way your body completely shifts every time he thrusts into you. You can say you want him to stop all you want, but he can feel how inviting your pussy has gotten. Almost begging in to stay inside, to pump you full of his cum.

Now he meets you at the hilt, his pelvis slapping against your ass. It's getting hard to breath under his mesh mask, but you don't dare to take it off. You should be ashamed with how you look up at him, practically admiring his expressions and how he groans. From what you can see, his mouth is fallen open as he moans carelessly. Like he didn't just make you take his cock, like he didn't just kill your roommate without remorse.

The pain is completely gone, and you find yourself wondering how you could have been in pain to begin with. He's so good with his cock, like he knows where in your cunt you like it. His hands stay at your thighs, but you wish he could use his gloves fingers to rub your clit. You might've been gripping his by his broad shoulders if you weren't too busy quieting yourself.

Even without the stimulation on your lower lips, you can feel your stomach tightening. The warm orgasm slowly collecting in your abdomen. You let your legs fall open even more, eager for him to drive deeper into you. He accepts happily, laughing maniacally. "God fuck, I knew you were a fucking slut. Putting your nose in a book, acting like a good little girl when you're just as sick as me."

'W-What?" You can't stop from questioning him. Has he been watching you this whole time?

You don't think he's going to answer you with how hard he's driving his hips into you, but he does. "The library. You- ngh fuck!- rather be a fucking loser than party. That scared of me huh?" He cackles. "So scared that you take my fat cock." He stops talking for a few beats to focus on fucking you.

"Aw shit, I'm gonna cum inside you." A statement, not a request. His thrusts become sloppy, aggressive. You cam feel his tip in your throat with how deep he is, and you lose your composure. One of your hands whisk down to rub your aching clit. The movement startles him for a second, but then he smiles once he realizes.

You're despicable. You should feel huge amounts of disgrace as you finish on his cock, but you don't. Instead you feel bliss with your walls squeezing around him. The sudden pressure of your pussy makes him whimper, then cum right after. He's so warm, so lively that you forget that he's a serial killer.

He gives you a few more deep strokes to ride out his high, making you tremble. Your legs shake as he slowly pulls out, but his grip on your legs in firm. He watches as his and your cum oozes out, like blood from a gash. He moans at the sight, feeling his softening cock twitch.

You're breathing heavily under him, still whimpering from the aftershocks. The post nut has not hit yet, and you're tying to relish in his body warmth. If you close your eyes, you can imagine that he's just a hook up. You can tell yourself that you'll get Plan B after this, that you'll take a shower and go to sleep. And when you wake up in the morning, it'll be like nothing happened.

That's not true though, and your fantasy is quickly shut down when his hands wrap around your neck. You gasp at the feeling, your weak hands clawing at his wrists. You both know your fighting is in vain, he was going to kill you regardless of what you did. Tears spring your eyes as you come to terms with your fate. So much for graduating on time.

Maybe it's your tears that have an effect on time. Maybe it's the fact that your pussy is still dripping with him, but Ghostface is having a change of heart. He uses one hand to rip the mask off your face to look into your eyes. It's his favorite part when taking someone's life. Yours though, are not the same. Yes he can see the sadness, the pain, but he can see something he hasn't seen before: Acceptance.

With the mask off, you're able to see his face clearly. He looks like he's thinking with the gentle creases on his forehead. His nose is scrunches and his eyebrows furrowed, and you can't help but think he's..."Cute."

It's the last thing I.N hears you say before you pass out, face turning a purple color. He quickly releases his grip on you, pressing a finger under your chin to feel for a pulse. When he feels it, he sighs in relief. Killing you was on his list since he first saw you weeks ago at the library. You did party, he's seen you before. Yet, watching you turn into a hermit because of him was romantic. He loves having that much power over people, over you.

I.N knows better than to play with his food, but he might make an exception this time. After all, he does have a spare room waiting to be used.

a/n: this took a few days and I feel like I could have done better but here ya go, feeback is appreciated

[miss-starlet]

♡Pet Play W/ Channie♡

(Photo found on Pinterest)

Pet Play Headcanons for Channie (giving & receiving)

Note: Trying to follow the poll results, so next up should be Minho (Lee Know).

Warnings: Light Degradation (Receiving part), Punishments (Giving & Receiving part), Thigh Humping (Receiving part), fingering (Giving part), feet?(Receiving part), Collars (Receiving & Giving part)

Word Count: 800+

18+MDNI

Puppy Channie (Receiving):

♡ He is a good boy through and through! Very obedient and he just loves (more like gets off on) being praised by you. Hardly ever has to be punished.

♡ When he does need a punishment, a good spanking will do. He takes it so well. He doesn't whine about it, and tries his hardest not to squirm in your hold. Make sure to praise him for taking it all so well.

♡ He loves playing with you and his squeak toys. Toss them across the room, and he'll eagerly scamper on all fours to catch them. Once he's got the toy, he'll drop it in your lap, looking up at you with those big puppy eyes. He might even rub his head and those cute dog ears against your inner thighs, seeking pets and attention.

♡ He’d act all blushy and embarrassed when you finally play with him. Makes the cutest sounds when pinch his nipples (poor baby's chest is sensitive) or when you lick his tip.

♡ Unlike some of the other members, Channie would only want one collar. He loves how it's the symbol of your ownership over him.

♡ When he sits in your lap, he can't stop himself from rutting on your thigh (even when he knows he will be punished for it). The poor baby just can't help himself :( Your soft skin feels so good on his cock, and he always cums the hardest when you degrade him for being such a dirty mutt in heat.

~♡~

"Channie, my little puppy" You coo out. In a second, Chan runs into the room and drops down on his knees. His hands coming up.

He slightly pouted, rubbing his head against your thighs. "What is it puppy? You asked, gently petting Chan's curly hair.

"I-I want," he whines out.

"Want what baby?" Your foot presses down on his bulge softly. Chan head come forward to rest onto your legs, panting loud."You, n-need you."

"Yeah? My puppy needs me?" You slowly press your foot down harder. Chans nods, his eyes close and hips buck, wanting more.

"Be a good boy and open your mouth for me." He opens his mouth, placing two of your fingers in his mouth. You pressed them down on his tongue. His eyes closed, covering your hand and his chin in drool.

"Good boy."

Owner Chan (Giving):

♡ Not the biggest fan of titles such as master or owner. He likes it better when you call him sir or daddy. However if you do call him owner when he is in a mean mood 😏

♡ The way this man loves to make soft cooing noises when you do anything he likes. He finds his pet so cute! For instance when he asks you to come get your treat and you take his cock in your mouth all so well, he will coo out "such a good pet, doing so good for me."

♡ He isn't strict, and only has a few rules he wants you to follow. Some of them are make sure you are taking care of yourself and staying healthy. A big softie with you when you follow all of his rules.

♡ He has bought you two collars. One is a day collar that he likes you to wear on days you are out of the house (If you are comfy of course!). The other collar is the one you wear when it's just you and him. He loves the symbol both of them have.

♡ The punishments he gives you depend on what rules you broke. If it's more serious, like playing without his permission, he will make you cum over and over again, bc y'know better then him. If you wanted to cum so bad, then you can, and you will keep cumming until he thinks you had enough. But please be good for him, he just wants to spoil you and treat you softly.

~♡~

Chan had a rough day at work and he just wanted to go home and play with his little pet. In-between his meeting he sent you a message that he wanted you dolled up for him by the time he got home.

When he walked into the bedroom, he sees you exactly the way he wanted you; sitting on the bed, starked naked, and all dolled up for him. The thin leather collar adorning your neck, with soft ears sitting on top of your head. He just couldn't help but coo at you, you were too cute!

"Such a cute bunny, you are going to be good for daddy right?"

The floppy bunny ears moved as you move your head moved up and down nodding. Dropping to his knees, he grabs your thighs, pushing them open. Trailing kisses up them, starting from your knee and moving up so close to were you want him, before flipping you over.

You gasped eyes widening from being manhandled. You turn your head to the side to look at him. "Please, daddy"

"Don't worry, daddy's got you bunny." Chan said as he sticks his index and middle finger in you. You moan softly, grinding down on his fingers. He starts to move them slow before working them to a fast pace.

Once you moan out for more, he slows them down to add to your pleasure by adding another finger and slightly curl them.

"Yeah, daddy's got you pet."

[miss-starlet]

So I want to do Pet Play Headcanons w/ the members giving & receiving it. Soo the real question is who should I do first???

Who first?

Chan

Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N/ Jeongin

Voting ended onSep 14, 2023