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First and foremost, introduction: you can call me Rafa/Rafe or Rafael, I'm 22 years old Latin, I goes by [he/him] pronouns. All adults are welcome to interact in any way, from thrists to random conversations. I'm not really the type to go through anyone's profile to check anything, I don't consider myself responsible for anything you consciously choose to consume on this blog, but I ask that you refrain from engaging if you are a minor.
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I want to help the amount of content aimed at achillean audiences grow, so I only write for MALE or GENDER NEUTRAL reader with male characters. And only TOP reader. You can recommend me fandoms and request fandoms that are not on the list as long as I am familiar with them. And I don't bite, if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask.
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fandoms I write for, currently focusing on manhwas and mangas with little content for m!reader (character list is being updated, but pretty much 100% of the characters in these are allowed):
windbreaker, lookism, how to fight, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock, jojo's bizarre adventures.
STATUS: active! trying to maintain a schedule of 2-3 posts per week (many of these are scheduled, since I usually only have free time at night)
LAST WORK: my favorite pet (johan seong x m!reader)
CURRENTLY READING: aftergod (mangá)
OTHERS: tag #𝗇𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 for random conversations
i just read your light yagami x reader fic and i had to tell you that it’s maybe the best thing that’s ever been written ever. thank you for your service🫡
Anyways, Could I please humbly request ftm Alexis Ness ruthlessly edging him then transitioning him to a non stop overstimulation
Aight got my dog 🦮, my bad fam!
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[ PAIRING ] male reader x alexis ness (blue lock)
[ CONTENT ] kaiser's existence is stressful for anyone, but you have a way of dealing with it
[ TAGS ] amab!reader, established relationship, afab!ness (in this ness has not undergone any gender affirming surgery (beware if this makes you uncomfortable in any way), pussy/cunt/dick and others used to refer to ness's genitalia, vaginal sex, praise kink, vibrator, overstimulation, cumming inside
[ A/N ] i received more requests for trans ness than i expected, not complaining though! loved your dog 🤣 (and as always, trans readers, please don't hesitate to correct me if anything here is incorrect or offensive in any way.)
Here we go, just like that, you think to yourself, slippery fingers leaving the warmth of your boyfriend to climb up the inside of his thigh, taking with them the bright purple toy. He trembles violently, legs trying and failing to close with you sitting between them.
"No, no— ah, please—" Ness pleads in despair, his throat hoarse from shouting — you let him waste his voice, always let him go from complaints to murmurs, to eventual begging without trying to silence him.
You glance at the time on the virtual clock. Without noticing, an hour had already passed, and you had finally relieved Ness of all his pent-up stress and irritability, just like only you knew how. It had been a long few minutes of watching the tension transform into something else entirely, until now, when he finally became malleable under your hands.
You could still feel the pulse of his canal around your wet fingers.
"[Naame]…" Ness calls your attention back, panting and upset with the lack of it.
"Yes?" you say, turning your attention away from the clock. "Feeling ready to try again?"
You rub Ness's thighs, the tense muscles contracting beneath your fingers; the purple cord of the vibrator still coiled around your hand. Between his pale thighs, Ness's vagina was a soaked mess, dripping onto the bed. His clitoris was stiff and sensitive, the lips puffy. So much blood accumulated that the skin began to bloom in a darker shade.
You watch Ness descend from the pleasure you built and denied. One more for the count. Glassy purple eyes filled with tears, bitten lips, a line of sweat running down between the mounds of his small, perky breasts. Ness was breathing with such difficulty that you worried he might faint on you.
"Focus on me, baby. Slow down." You know it's hard for Ness to obey when the powerful toy is still vibrating against his leg, far from where he wants it, his hole squeezing around nothing.
"Aah— ple— wan-want your cock, wanna cum," Ness cries, fingers pulling at his own hair, sounding so needy that it goes straight to your cock confined in the pants. "Pleaseplease [name], I neeed it..."
"I know, I know," you silence him, running your thumb over his hard clit. The light touch makes him jump on the bed. "Just breathe," you advise, keeping your hunger and need to destroy your boyfriend under control by pushing the vibrator back inside him. His relaxed, wet hole swallows the small oval object, and you can see it pulsating even from the outside with the power of vibrations.
Ness writhes, screams so loudly it catches you by surprise, trying to pull his legs free from your grip.
You allow it, and Ness immediately pulls his legs close to his body, trembling as the tears that had been gathering begin to stream down his pretty face. He seems unsure what to do with his own body as waves of pleasure wash over him, curling up on his side in bed. Knees against his chest, giving you a perfect view of his soaked pussy between his thighs, gushing liquid.
Unfortunately, you can't see his face contorting in pleasure as he squirts all over the bed.
"That's it, you take it so well, my pretty boy, does that feel good?" you murmur compliments, kissing his thighs, the swollen lips of his pussy, the curve of his ass, his waist. Savoring the sweat on his skin and the shivers. Ness whimpers. "Let me see you, don't hide from me."
Ness obeys, turning his face, even more beautiful with tears and blush. You capture his lips with yours while simultaneously reaching for one of his legs and pulling it up, opening him for you.
"Please, please, too much— take it out—" Ness begs against your mouth, nails digging into your arms. He can barely kiss you back, his mouth clumsy beneath yours, his tongue trying to lick yours back, but only managing to let saliva trickle down his chin.
"Too much?" you repeat, kissing his wet cheek. "But I want to make you come until you can't come anymore."
Nesse's eyes widen in horror, and you laugh affectionately.
Still holding under his knee with one hand, you use the other to undo your pants and pull your cock out. You rub against his soft, wet folds, gently tapping against his sensitive clit in a way that makes Ness try to close his legs again. But you don't let him.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, and then, when we get to that point, I'm going to fuck you some more," you promise, pushing inside. "Until you lose your voice. Or you faint. Whichever comes first."
"The vibrator—" Ness gasps; you don't stop.
He feels as warm as liquid fire around you and softer than any velvet. It's so easy to sink into his cunt, he's all slippery and squeezing as the vibrator tortures his poor canal. The vibration reaches your dick and goes straight to your balls. Combined with the pleasure from inside Ness, it's maddening.
Ness is coming again and again around you, reduced to raw sounds, hips thrusting against you even though it must hurt. Reduced to nothing but a desperate whore craving cock.
I could live here, you think, deliriously, pounding his cunt, pushing the vibrator deeper inside him. Buried inside Ness, never coming out to breathe.
"Damn, baby, fuck. You love my cock filling you up, don't you?" You grasp one of his tits, small and fitting perfectly in your hand, the hard nipple rubbing against your palm. "The sweetest pussy I've ever fucked. You're fucking perfect, accepting everything I give. The most perfect fucktoy, like you were custom made for me."
The wet sound echoes in the room, skin meeting skin, a muffled squish following each time you're back inside him. Ness babbles beneath you, calling your name, perhaps begging for more, perhaps begging you to stop. His pussy milking you, hungry for your cum.
If only you had more hands...
"Be a good boy and touch your dick for me," you instruct. Ness obeys like a rag doll, only reacting to your command to reach between his legs. His eyes roll back in his skull. You feel the vibrator on the sensitive head of your cock when it reaches the bottom of Ness, with nowhere else to go.
The intense stimulation takes you by surprise, your balls tighten and before you can even think, you're cumming inside him.
Ness groans and tenses like a rope, his insides convulsing frantically, before relaxing completely, his head falling back onto the pillow. You press your hips tense against his ass, gritting your teeth as you empty inside him and the vibrator ruins the head of your cock.
Since your request is open, can you do with jaeha han from questism,please? Where reader gave him a lesson since he always sleeping around with other people, maybe degradation
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[ PAIRING ] male reader x han jaeha (questism)
[ CONTENT ] you two are dating, jaeha just doesn't know it yet — that's it, that's the plot.
[ TAGS ] amab!reader, student x student, jaeha's second in command!reader, mention of cheating (more or less), very dubious consent, top!reader x bottom!jaeha, saliva used as a lubricant, reader is unstable and possessive, anal sex, piss mentioned at the end, degradation, threat of aggression (from the reader), immobilization (by the reader)
[ A/N ] the reader is a threat here, but I promise Jaeha likes it
Han Jaeha is in the middle of something that requires his full attention, as well as his hands and mouth, when the door to the empty classroom bursts open. The girl jumped into his lap and pulls her mouth away from his so she could look in the direction of the noise.
"Get lost," Jaeha orders, with no interest in knowing who is interrupting them. His hands are comfortably around the waist of the girl whose name he can't remember. The top buttons of her shirt are undone and he is pulsing beneath her soft weight... Just when things were getting interesting.
But the girl is jumping away from him, running her hands over her skirt, blushing deeply. As soon as she steps out of the way, Jaeha can see you standing in the doorway. Lips pressed into a tight line. Looking pissed off for no reason.
Now what? What did you want?
"I'm in the middle of something here, [name], in case you haven't noticed," he says to you, smiling. "And you, who told you to get up?" His voice is harsher with the girl. She looks between Jaeha sitting in the chair and you standing in the doorway. If you weren't blocking the only exit from the disused classroom, she would probably have already run away.
And Jaeha hates that your gaze is all it takes. He should be the only one with power here.
When you speak, hand tightening around the doorknob, your voice is incredulous and bitter. "Do you find it amusing to test me?"
"Don't be arrogant. Not everything is about you, [name]."
Jaeha knew you would never hurt a girl, even one who was just a moment ago grinding on his erection. The girl doesn't though, and he sees her tremble at your tone. And there goes the moment.
"Ignore him, he likes to watch pretty girls riding me." Jaeha's taunt is venomous, provocative. As it always was when you thought you had some claim on him.
Jaeha tries to reach the girl's waist, just to annoy you. "Sit down, come on. Let him watch. It turns him on."
"Out." You growl, stomping into the room, and the girl, whatever her name is, obeys without hesitation. The sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway and down the stairs. "You... You... Do you like making me look stupid? Hiding around to have sex behind my back, lying to me."
Jaeha knows better than anyone how dangerous you were, and the smart thing to do now would be to back away, get up and prepare for a blow. But he refuses and spreads his legs, relaxing his posture as you approach with a murderous look.
"I don't hide," Jaeha spits. "And I didn't lie. I said: busy, classroom, and I was busy in a classroom until you interrupted."
You quickly close the distance and grab his face hard enough that a muscle in his cheek twitches. Second in command or not, there was no way you could beat Jaeha in a real fight, which is what stopped him from start to throw punches.
"You keep messing with me and I'm going to hurt you for real, Han Jaeha."
"Are you really going to start a fight over this?"
You don't look amused as you let go of his face. "Stand up, Jaeha." He doesn't move, and you don't repeat yourself. Jaeha only has time to feel that instinct flashing in warning before he's pulled out of the chair, by his hair. "How dare you?!"
You throw him over a desk, kick the chair he was sitting in away. So you don't kick him, Jaeha knows. His stomach hits the hard edge and he grunts.
They often called him a psychopath, but the only psychopath here was you. One hookup, once, and that was all it took for you to think you owned him.
Ignoring Jaeha's insults, you force one of his arms back, twisting it against his back at a wrong, deliberate angle. Oh, shit. He know this position. Any more force and he would end up with a broken arm. With your free hand, you undo and pull down his pants. "No underwear, whore?"
"I like being ready to fuck—Hgh, damn..." Jaeha growls as you wrench his arm, the threat of your power in the air — one cruel jerk would shatter the joint. But not even that shut him up. "This is starting to get ridiculous, [name]. You fuck me once and think we're dating? How fucked up is that?"
You laugh, breathless, dry, sticking two dry fingers in his ass. It burns like hell, and Jaeha isn't proud of how loud he sounds when, instead of stopping when encounters resistance, you push harder, forcing him to breathe through it. "Fuck, ah, fuck, that hurts, y-you lunatic..."
"Does it hurt?" you ask, twisting your fingers inside him in a way that makes his legs tremble. "That's how I feel every time I know you're spreading your legs around, fucking everything that moves like a dog in heat, sticking your dick in any hole."
"Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Fuck you, what a stupid comparison—"
You press his arm to remind him of the veiled threat, and Jaeha is suddenly grateful for the support of the desk. It feels as if all the strength has left his body, leaving only stiffness, the heat thickening beneath his breath, and the burning at the base of his spine. The dull pain in his shoulder.
He gasps.
Everything seems to hurt, but especially his hole, raw and tense around your fingers.
"We both know you're a fucking masochist, Jaeha. That's the only reason you keep trying to get my attention, knowing that I can't stand cheating."
It wasn't cheating, Jaeha wanted to scream. You fucking psychopath. You fucked once, maybe twice, after the euphoria of a fight. The first and only dick he'd ever taken, he knew that was why you'd freaked out, because you knew it. And now you thought he was yours.
He tries to pull his free arm away, and you cruelly tighten your grip, forcing his shoulder back until the muscle cracks. "Try to escape and I'll break your arm. Now breathe and stop squeezing so hard, I need to stretch you for my cock."
"[name], don't you dare! I'll throw you off the terrace of this school!"
A third finger is pushed inside. Jaeha stretches his feet, trying to escape the touch, but that only reminds him of the strange angle his arm is pulled at, and he has to force himself to stay still.
"You were having fun with that girl, that's what you said, you were hard for her and now you're hard for me. You can't say no to me, Jaeha. You belong to me."
Then your fingers leave him, and Jaeha can't even breathe in relief before he feels the broad head of your cock burning against his rim. He can hear his own voice like a stranger's, echoing off the walls of the classroom, threatening, cursing, calling your name. It becomes a painful whimper when you push and your cock sinks inside. No more than the tip, yet it makes his whole body tremble. Too much.
"Jaeha is so tight for me." Your nose pushes against his sweaty neck, and only then does Jaeha realize that you're closer, half lying on his back, putting more weight on his arm. "Just for me, right? Only I can touch you here, deep where you like it, no one else."
Jaeha would call you delusional if he could speak. If his tongue weren't so heavy, saliva pooling in his mouth, his body so hot he can barely breathe.
"Damn it, no more," he's begging, without even realizing or knowing why. It hurts. It burns. He can feel your heartbeat inside him, mixing with his own. Thump thump thump.
He would break in half.
You kiss his neck, what you can reach of his face and his mouth; quick, sloppy kisses that are so sweet it only makes everything more sickening. And it's only when your hand leaves his arm alone and moves down the front of his body that Jaeha realizes you weren't lying, he was hard for you.
"You're dripping wet," you sound amazed, licking his mouth. Jaeha tries and fails to pull away. "I'm not," he murmurs back, none of the previous steel remaining.
"Yes, yes you are, you slut," you accuse, and still manage to sound affectionate. You kiss his ear over the strands of hair and promise, "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, Jaeha. And the next time you think about touching someone, you'll remember this—my cock inside you, you whimpering for me, about to come when I've barely started fucking you."
Fuck you. No, he wouldn't. Jaeha thinks, but his mind is completely detached from his body.
He pants like a dog, tongue out, with the raw contact of your thumb rubbing the sensitive head of his cock. Not gently. Hard. Making him feel that you were absolutely right. His balls were so tight, his cock dripping on the floor, and he was going to cum on your fingers.
"No, I—pleas—no," Jaeha denies, but he sounds weak, broken, almost tearful. The all-powerful Han Jaeha defeated by a dick in his ass.
Your hips move forward, slowly, carefully; fingers caressing only the sensitive tip of his member. Jaeha feels the wetness of saliva sink into his ass along with your cock. His arm is still bent behind his back where you left it and Jaeha blindly grabs your clothes, trembling, panting, his hole aching like hell, but he's as hard as ever.
His entire body is on fire, and Jaeha feels the stretching of his insides in his spine as you push and force his walls to accommodate you. He has no choice. His body has no choice, it just obeys. Jaeha feels your cock so deep that his stomach twists and his bladder tightens.
"I can feel how close you are, Jaeha, you easy bitch. You needed this so badly, don't you? Missed my cock tearing you apart, ?"
His cock gushes hot between your fingers, hole pulsing around you, and Jaeha's face burns with the humiliation of not knowing if the wet sound echoing is him cumming or pissing.
"You love this," you say, your fingers pulling at his sensitive cock, making him continue to leak in what seems like an endless orgasm. "You love being mine. Admit it, Jaeha, you knew exactly what would happen when you sent me that text. You wanted me to see you with that girl and put you in your place."
Jaeha murmurs.
"Louder, Jaeha."
"Ah-yes," he moans, the admission more humiliating than being fucked where anyone could walk in at any moment—hell, that girl definitely knows they're fucking right now. "Yes, I oh I wanted to... It—it's fun..."
"Fuck, you're crazy,” you grunts, but Jaeha feels your cock jump inside him. You sigh through your teeth as your hips recoil, pulling out, sounding as broken as Jaeha is when his hole refuses to let go, tightening around you.
Jaeha laughs.
"Y-yeah… you’re one to talk. Just—just finish what you started... I want to fell you ah all day long." Jaeha shudders when your hand slides slowly, up then down his overstimulated member, in a caress that was too gentle.
"So, we’re official now?" Of course that’s where your mind would go.
It’s terrible timing and his shoulder still aches, a reminder of how good of a mood you are today. If he knew what was good for him, he'd say yes.
Insults? For going awol? People are so out of touch, let’s not forget we are reading ts for FREE! You or any other writer on here does not owe anyone constant availability.
God forbid someone takes time off tumblr. People gotta go outside and take a walk 😭 I hope you’re doing alright, don’t take those peoples insults to heart 💔
Yeah, some people are crazy (one even asking why i didn't donate my account to another writer???). and what must be some straight women calling me misogynist faggot and worse.
i get angry, but i just delete to not give these people any visibility. im fine thank u bb
when you've been away from Tumblr for so long that you start wanting to delete your account and pretend you never wrote anything...
I was in the middle of a legal process and changing my medication like clothes, forgive my absence. Getting organized to start posting again this week. Thank you to everyone who sent messages and to all the readers 🙏
Omg imagine isagi in pretty lace panties and thigh highs 🙏
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[ PAIRING ] male reader x yoichi isagi
[ CONTENT ] a provocation or a gift? you decide. isagi bought something especially for you, something full of lace and easy enough to tear
[ TAGS ] amab!reader, isagi in thigh high and panties, blowjob (reader giving), deep throat (reader giving), reader is completely head over heels for isagi
[ A / N ] I will review this in a few hours (my favorite pastime, imagining pretty boys in lace) ✌️
This wasn't the first time you'd imagined Isagi in something other than his usual boxers. But this time it was well-justified: it was impossible not to think when you saw him scrolling a section of feminine clothes. Without realizing that you were paying as much attention as he was to the different pieces that ranged from sweet things full of lace and bubbly colors to something that looked like it came straight out of a BDSM dungeon.
"Why are women's clothes so expensive? What, do these bras come with actual diamonds?" He asked aloud, absentmindedly scrolling through the page without looking up.
You had to stop imagining what his thighs would look like in the teal leather harness before you could answer him.
"Probably something to do with capitalism and the exploitation of female bodies. I don't know."
He hummed in agreement, passing through a section of skirts that made your mouth dry. "Yeah... Probably. But that skirt would still look amazing on me."
You almost choked and Isagi finally looked at you, daring you to disagree. "What? I have the perfect legs for this." He then closed the page and returned to his game.
The matter should have ended there.
You would file it away under one of your fantasies, and that was it.
End.
The conversation didn't come up again until one day a card purchase notification arrived. Online store. Familiar name. Immediately you had to suppress the urge to call Isagi and ask questions (a million of them), you didn't want to let your mind go there now, you couldn't get hard in public.
Days later you came home from work to find him waiting for you sitting in the living room like a feast for the eyes, face just flushed enough for you to notice the insecurity beneath all the... lace and sheerness.
"Fuck," you said, unsure of when you had reached out to fall to your knees before him, hands hovering, unsure of where to touch first. "Fuck," you repeat. Up close, it was easier to see the elastic at the top strangling Isagi's thick thighs. The sheer white fabric covered his feet and left only a tempting strip of bare skin visible near his groin.
Isagi spreads his legs so you can stand between them, heels on the couch, blue eyes shining. "Did you like it?"
"Those are a very small number," you comment, your mouth dry. Fingers sliding up the inside of Isagi's legs, to where the heart-shaped lace hugged his thighs. The skin there was red, already marked by the pressure of the elastic. Definitely a size too small.
"I thought you'd like it that way." He moves under your touch, the stockings pressing just a little tighter against his pale skin. His member stirs beneath the attention, jumping in the grip of the delicate lace.
You don't respond, too busy touching, feeling the soft fabric beneath your fingers, the firm muscles of strong legs. Thinking about all the filthy things you wants to do to Isagi and his new underwear.
After tasting him, you think, you would bend him over that sofa.
Your thumb slides between the lace and heated skin. Isagi sighs. Your erection throbs between your legs, already hard since you saw this vision of your boyfriend on the couch like a dessert waiting to be eaten.
And the panties sitting on his hips... Sweet enough to make your untouched cock ache—white lace, adorable bows on the sides, and a string of pearls that dangled coyly between his legs.
Outlining his hardness and leaving only the provocation of the pink tip visible through the semi-transparency.
Damn sexy.
You lean in and lick, growling, teeth haunting the fragile fabric, barely containing the urge to bite and tear and take Isagi deep down your throat. He throws his head back, one leg coming up to your shoulder as his hips bounce on the couch. Hands immediately finding your hair.
There are so many things you want to say, how beautiful he was, how you want to devour him and destroy him and choke on his cock and fuck him until he loses the ability to walk. But your mouth is busy. Biting marks on Isagi's thighs, drooling on his new socks and panties. Tearing the fabric a little as you pulled his panties to the side to gain access to Isagi's cock.
Isagi gasps audibly as, without any provocation, you take him straight into the wet heat of your mouth. Letting his cock sink in until it hit the tight, taut spot in your throat that squeezed around him.
Screw it. You'd buy him as many panties as he wanted. All of them. Fuck capitalism.
Isagi's heel digs into your shoulder, pulling your hair, letting out desperate, purring moans like a contented feline. Clearly pleased with himself for being able to get such a reaction out of you. Muttering, "I thought about you the whole time I put them on… knew you’d lose it, you are such a pervert..."
The words pass straight through you, all you understand is Isagi talking about having thought of you, having dressed for you, having chosen something he knew you would like...
You suck him like a popsicle, tongue running along the underside of Isagi's cock as you bob your head, barely pulling away, just swallowing and swallowing. Drooling all over him, making wet, sloppy sounds. One of your hands finds Isagi's lace-covered ass, squeezing the soft globes and pulling him to the edge of the couch, wanting to have him deeper in your mouth.
But there wasn't much deeper to go. Each thrust was already scratching your throat, pushing against your uvula as it went back and forth.
Your blowjob is dirtier than ever. More eager than technique; an attempt to feed the hunger churning in your gut. Isagi's taste, something musky and particularly unique to him, takes over your senses; the rigid member dripping pre-cum into your mouth, pulsing over your tongue, his balls tense beneath lace.
Your stomach feels so hot and tight that you think you could cum in your pants without even touching yourself, just like that—still in your work clothes, kneeling in the own living room, sucking your sexy boyfriend's cock. But before you get there Isagi's voice is rising high enough for the neighbors to bang on the wall, cursing, screaming, shaking hips giving sloppy thrusts with your help as he spills onto your tongue in thick jets.
You swallow, drop after drop, nails digging into Isagi's ass and thigh, scratching the lace, feeling the softness against your face and nose. Still sucking, pulling everything out of him, drinking his cum. The highs wrapped in the sheer white thigh highs squeezing your face, Isagi lets you dismantle him with your mouth, even though it's sensitive, he just takes it and lets you devastate him with your insatiability.
You both knew this was just the beginning of the night.
we're almost at 3k followers and i feel bad for not doing anything to celebrate (and as a thank you to all of you!), so i've been thinking about it for the last few days. Suggestions are welcome!
maybe some special theme, be it something really kinky or dark or even something softer ((thoughts about housewives!chr and married life are haunting me
Lol in my neighborhood it's not uncommon for dumb people to drive in high speed. i ended up getting hit leaving a very busy square, but I'm good, just scratches and a near fight ✌️
Shoot, you're open requests!! I have been reading the lookism fic on your blog and I really really want to request a fic on your blog!!
So excited..., May i req sub johan seong with dom reader doing dog and master roleplay, like the reader put red collar and leash to johan.. 👉👈 and eugh maybe reader pointing out the bulge on johan stomach.
Okay, that's all. Thank you for consider writing this, heres a flowers for you 🐯🫸💐!!
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[ PAIRING ] male reader x johan seong/yohan seong (lookism)
[ CONTENT ] johan only needs his collar and your dick inside him to stop thinking, give him his ears and tail, please
[ TAGS ] amab!reader, top!dom!reader, bottom!sub!johan, pet play, owner x pet, collaring, butt plug, puppy!johan, anal sex, breath play, dirty talk, pet names, belly bulge, Johan has anxiety (because I said so), Johan's vision problem mentioned
[ A / N ] I love pathetic little pet Johan. thank you for the flowers ray. (also, slightly changing the aesthetic of the posts, bc I can)
"I knew this color would suit you. Red brings out your eyes," you compliment, fingers leaving behind a streak of heat on his skin, above where the leather band tightens around his throat.
Johan feels the tightness with every breath. He tries to reach for the collar, something in his head telling him he's going to choke, but you pull his hand away before he can make contact. "No, puppy. You are not allowed to touch your collar."
The cold of the floor against his knees creeps up his naked body. Goosebumps cover his skin.
Johan looks at you, where you tower over him, powerful, unreachable. Slightly blurred too, in the vision of his left eye. By this point Johan had learned to stop rubbing his eye, knowing it would do no good and he hated the look on your face whenever you saw him do it again.
It was one of those days.
"But I..." He begins, hands clasping his knees. There are bruises turning color on his skin from the last fight. His vision seems worse today. He's going to suffocate.
You silence him instantly, Johan feels the embarrassment tighten around his throat along with the weight of the collar at your choice of words. "Dogs don't talk. We've already talked about that, haven't we?"
Of course, Johan knew dogs couldn't talk; that was one of the reasons he'd agreed to this act. He didn't want to have to talk or think. But the restlessness in his stomach still made him want to stutter nonsensically, to say something, anything. There was a part of him that wanted to fight, to surrender, to whine to you — he was a mess of feelings.
A lost puppy.
"You understood?"
Johan nods.
"Puppy?" You pull on the leash.
He then understands the order and obeys: "Woof."
"Good. Good boy."
It's humbling, how easily he bows to you with a simple gesture. A snap of your fingers, a point down. On hands and knees. Like a well-trained dog, he's obeying, pushing his butt up in the air, and looking back at you expectantly. Did I do it right? Can you tell me?
"Just like that, such a smart pet," you say and Johan's chest swells with pride.
Your hands fall to his buttocks, caressing, soothing the goosebumps. He feels himself tighten at the attention, tensing around the little plug that fills him, barely enough to do anything but keep him smooth and taut. "I'm going to take this out of you now," you warn before starting to pull the plug out. Johan is suddenly empty, and a needy sound escapes his throat before he can stop it. A whimper.
"Shh shh," you hush, your warm thumb finding the relaxed, smooth edge. "You were a good pup, weren't you? Obedient little thing, carrying your plug around all day without trying to take it off, just waiting for your owner to come home. Look at that cute hole, all red and stretched, barely closing."
Johan's ears burned, but he could only rock back against your hand. After feeling the silicone filling his ass all day, the emptiness now felt wrong. He had been good to you all day, knowing that when he got home he could just be your little dog.
"What do you want, pet? Can you tell me?"
Johan fights the instinct to fall into a messy begging, remembering that good dogs don't talk. Instead, he barks, trying to convey his need as he rocks his hips from side to side, like a bitch in heat trying to entice you to fuck him. "Woof arf woof woof."
Please owner, I need your cock.
It's pathetic.
But with his face against the cold floor, fluffy ears falling from his brown hair, and your commanding presence kneeling behind him, all Johan could feel was the growing need, his hole opening and closing, so, so close to begging.
"My sweet pup," you murmur, hands closing around his slim waist, thick cock brushing against his entrance. Johan bites his lower lip, pushing it back. Disobedient. But you don't punish him, just laugh, enjoying his latent desperation.
An owner as complacent as cruel you were.
"My perfect bitch." You're sinking into him then, inch after inch filling his empty insides. Johan feels the penetration into every vertebra of his spine. His thighs tremble. Even without needing to look, he feels you making space inside him, rearranging his insides to the point where he can barely breathe. Impossible deep inside. The mere thought makes him gasp.
You dragged a reverent hand over Johan's trembling abdomen, tracing the outline of you beneath the skin. The unmistakeable bulge where your cock stretched him obscenely wide. "Look at my good pup, so full you’re showing it." Then you pull back, before going back inside, casually pounding him, gradually increasing the pace, knowing exactly how to fuck him raw. Hand still there, feeling where your cock pushes inside him.
You're everywhere — inside him, against his back, legs against his thighs, hands all over his body, pulling on the leash, squeezing the visible bulge in his stomach every time you move.
He was never as full as when you filled him.
Johan doesn't realize he's drifted away from reality until your voice teases in his ear, one of your hands patting the side of his hip. As if calming down an animal. "You're drooling all over the floor, does it feel so good to finally be put in your place? My pretty puppy's belly so stretched for his owner it's made him soft and mindless, hasn’t it?"
He nods, or tries to.
His body no longer obeys, surrendered to the oppression of being completely filled, the firm weight of the leather around his neck, your hands on him.
Then you rock your hips. Your balls slap against his ass and your cock pushes in deep. There's not enough lube to soften the invasion and he feels the burn, the hot friction of your cock sinking through the tightness. In, out. In, out. In, in, in.
Johan is not only drooling on the floor, but also leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. His body is on fire. Hips shaking violently as he tries to keep the heat in his stomach under control.
Then he hears you spit before your cock comes back in, just a little wetter and slicker and he groans like a filthy mutt, loudly, eyes rolling back in his skull.
He knows, and so do you, that he could come that easily, just from your words and the collar around his neck, pulling until it cuts off his oxygen. Your member threatening to reach his lungs. It's scary, letting someone have that much power over him. But Johan doesn't fight or try to touch himself; you'll take care of him, always have. All he wanted was to be good for you, orgasm was a bonus, not the goal.
"You’re panting like you’re in heat. So stuffed, you can’t even whimper right," you murmur, the chain vibrating as you wrap it further around your fingers and pull. "Gotta take good care of my bitch, right? Breed well so she doesn't go looking for another dick. I'll be sure to fill you up good today."
Johan has forgotten how to speak, but he's still your good puppy, and as such, he barks at you, grunts; hoarse, confused, foolish. Yes. Yes. Please. A needy, disgusting little pet, and still your only and one favorite.
closing the rqs to be able to organize and finish writing the received ones. i was hit by a motorcycle the day before yesterday so it's a little bad to write, but i'm fine, be patient pls
OMG REQS FOR MADK ARE OPEN?? Are you okay with some reeal dark content? Kind of like the manga, some a bit questionable asks,, your writings are absolute peak onggg
yessss please give me all your most twisted desires. so excited to write something for madk. and I'm so glad you like my writing 🫶
