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[sweetrabbit]

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[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ it's sticky, toshi... ❞

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : you help ushijima finally realize that he's got a breeding kink

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...cw : u. wakatoshi x fem!reader, dirty talk, messy and wet, teasing, marathon sex, pet names, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, ushijima can't stop cumming

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : haikyuu save me, save me ushijima wakatoshi, SAVE ME !! anyways hi i spent 150$ on ushijima merch yesterday and i don't regret it, so say hello to my haikyuu phase coming back !!!

ushijima having a breeding kink isn't a surprise to you at all.

what is surprising is how long it takes for him to figure it out.

sure, at first it wasn't clear, but after being with him for so long, you quickly pick up on whenever he'd mutter in your ear as he slid his stupidly big cock inside of you, saying how badly he wished he could cum inside of you instead in the condom.

afterwards, he's so focused on cleaning you up and making sure you felt good and satisfied, you don't get a chance to question him on it. not that you were complaining, ushijima is so cute when he's asking if you need anything and constantly reminds you to get up and go use the bathroom.

it's even cuter when he realizes you can't walk.

"ah. i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hard i went...here, let me help."

eventually, you to suggest things to ushijima, trying to test out the waters with him.

you start by just asking if he’d want to fuck you without the condom, what he thought about cumming inside, even jokingly saying you’d make him a dad one day.

but it seems like that last part was swimming around his head for a while...he can't get the thought of you getting chubby and round with his kid out of your head. and knowing he'd be able to take care of you all the time? that thought alone made him shiver a little.

what can he say, he loves doting on you more than anything.

however, you aren't expecting the way he reacted weeks after dealing with your teasing and questioning, fueling the thoughts swirling inside his head.

"toshi, if you ever cum inside me, you should set it as your phone background! actually, wait, no, because what if your teammates see it..."

"..."

"mm, maybe a video instead? ooh, yeah, i want a video of you cumming in me then pullin' out so i can see it spill out, toshtosh, would you do that f' me?"

he doesn't reply and doesn't give you a chance to comment again. the visual you painted in his mind just too much for him.

next thing you know, ushi's got you folded in half on the bed, making sure you feel every drag of his stupidly fat cock against your hot gummy walls. he's pulling out to just the tip before slamming back inside you, groaning each time you let out a whimper of his name or squeeze down on him.

"toshi, t-toshi! h-hoohmygod, please, baby, c-calm down, 'm sorry f' teasin', oh my goddd...!"

you're so fucking wet and noisy, he wants to make you be quiet because he feels like your going to make him cum too fast but he'd never ever do it as the thought of not being able to hear you is painful.

he's lost track of time, your cunt making him brainless as he pumps his cock in and out of you as he groans your name, one of his hands pinning your arms to your back while the other presses your head into the pillows.

"s-shhh, honey, let...let me make you feel good, y're so loud..."

it's so fucking messy and sloppy, his cum is dripping out of your tight pussy from how many times he’s emptied his load into you, but he still isn’t stopping, no, he can't. it’s leaking from between your thighs, leaving a milky white sheen on his dick, dripping down onto the bedsheets.

"m-mmh, nooo, toshi, don' wanna be quiet, i-i wan' you to hear how good you make me feel, baby," you purr between moans, knowing that your voice was enough to get him off. the throb of his dick inside of you told you that you were right.

“i...i thought 'bout fucking you like this all day, during practice…that i’d fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you," he mutters with a grunt, moving his hands off you so he could drape himself over your back.

"f-fuck, everyone knew something was off, kageyama kept asking me if-if was okay, how 'm i 'posed to tell him my pretty little honey is waiting at home for me to fill them with my cum?”

with an affirming coo, you manage to tilt your head to the side to look over your shoulder, wanting to see how ushijima is holding up and god, the sight is so sinful.

ushijima's dripping in sweat, his bottom lip swollen and puffy from his teeth digging into it. his fluffy hair is messy and sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyes are shut, squeezing in pleasure when the head of his cock brushed against that sweet spot just right, making your cunt spasm around him.

but his eyes keep opening to see the mess between the both of you. each thrust causes his cum to spill out around him, loud, wet squelches filling the bedroom. and it's only fueling his need to fill you up again, and again, and again, until he can’t anymore.

ushijima can’t stop himself, flipping you over onto your back and folding you into a mating press and, god, he's so fucking happy he did. the way you sob his name, your nails clawing at his back as you cry in pleasure about how much deeper he is now driving him insane.

“t-toshi, cum in me, please, wanna make you a daddy, please.”

“I know, baby, I’ll give you all of it, fuck you full of cum until you can’t take anymore.”

fuck, he’s so loud, he sounds so good. ushi's deep, drawn out groans and pants of your name making you go dizzy, his big hands squeezing your waist tightly each time your hands tug at his hair.

“mm, fuck, that’s right, take all my cum, look at you, so good, can you take more? let...let me cum in you again, baby, you promised you’d make me a daddy, right? i-i need to make sure it sticks.”

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[yoichls]

c’mon baby, just a quick fuck!

⋆.˚ NSFW . wc. 919. timeskip ! ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader 、 size k!nk 、 mentions of breedin’ 、established relationships ( marriage ) 、 big dick ! toshi . . . x-x ! — 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑰 : “ sillie lil’ thirst, celebration for mai haikyuu phase comin’ back tew haunt me . .”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI is somebody who never paid much attention to intimacy . . . it wasn’t his thing, really. but with you . . his wife? he was willing to give you whatever you wanted. intimacy . . sexual or not with him is well thought of, you know your husband can be a little awkward sometimes . . but it’s not his fault. his large hands trailing downward towards the hem of your panties, his fingers curling inside your walls to ease your stress from time to time, he knew your body well. amidst his calm and collected demeanour, who would’ve known that . . ushijima wakatoshi himself would be the naughty type.

he couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. those eyes of his, staring at you with both lust and love. he couldn’t count how many times he’d stare down at you and notice how big he was compared to you. during his games . . even when you stood in-front of him, he had the urge to grab at that pretty waist of yours, take you right then and there. he felt like a pervert, lusting over your height and size differences . . . wonderin’ how much of his cock you can handle. would it fit? would you be able to take it? he wondered how much cum would leak from your pretty pussy onto the soft sheets . . how pretty you’d look sprawled out on the bed, taking his length. he didn’t know the answer of those questions . . . but he was determined to find out himself. he was slowly losing himself day by day and it was all clear to you.

tonight, you saw a different side to him . . . a side you knew existed, but you never knew he would reveal it to you so soon. he wanted an answer to all those questions that lingered in his head so naughtily, he demanded answers. the feeling of your pussy gripping onto him for dear life sends shivers down his spine, ushijima’s heart raced . . . his breath hitching for a moment. when he feels you arch up against him, he grabs onto the waistband of your skirt and jerks you back against him harder, slamming himself deeper into you with each thrust. “fuck, fuck, fuck . . ." your husband growls, letting his bare chest brush against your back with each movement. ushijima was getting closer now, his muscles tense. he can feel his release building up inside him, threatening to burst and it hasn’t even been thirty minutes yet. “i . . . apologize, i can’t hold myself back anymore. . . ”

“fuck, ‘toshi your cock’s t—too big f’me !” you whined . . . your breathing grew heavy, your heart pounding against your chest. you stared right into his eyes, the fire in them matching your own. ushijima refused to put a stop to his thrusts . . . he didn’t stop, not even a second, that's how much he needed you. he’s not done with you yet. he smirked, panting heavily. as he pulled out, he took a few seconds to admire the drops of his cum leak out of you. he knew his cock was such a ridiculous size, but he loved how much it drove you wild. ushijima was even aware how intimidating his size could be, but his pretty little wife seemed to be handling it perfectly. the way you took him, accepting his roughness . . . your breasts bouncing from the harshness of his thrusts made his heart swell.

“you’ve got it, baby," he assured, positioning himself between your legs once more, easing the tip of his cock against your entrance, before slamming himself back inside . . . a grunt leaving his throat. “you can take it, sweet girl. i know you can.” ushijima bottomed out, letting out a contented groan . . . his hands gripping your hips tightly, savoring the velvety warmth enveloping him. “see how perfect you fit around me? it slid right in." he whispered, leaning down to nibble on her earlobe. your husband’s thrusts grew deeper and impatient, his cock sliding in and out of your wetness, whispering dirty nothings into your ear. the warm room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, his balls slapping against your ass every second, he was getting impatient . . . he wanted to cum once more, knock you up . . . give you a baby tonight. fuck, he’d like that.

ushijima’s breaths grew heavier, his hips slamming against your ass, driving into you with reckless abandon . . . he couldn’t help but growl as he felt another orgasm building. drool slipped from your mouth, your mind was completely out of it . . . hazy and filled with his cock. “s—so big, ‘toshi . . . so fuckin’ big.” ushijima chuckled, the sound was a mix of amusement and pride. "mmhm . . . but you’re taking me well, you don’t have to worry." he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he leaned in, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that mirrored his own. your bodies collided, the fire within your husband beginning to burn brighter, threatening to consume you both.

“let me hear you.” he panted, his voice thick with need. his fingers dug into your hips, the strength in his grasp a promise of the power he held over your smaller frame. shit, he really did love how small you were. “i want you to take all my essence, my love.” his free hand trailed up against your side, fingertips brushing against your breast, teasing the sensitive nipple through the thin fabric of your top. "i want to try making you a mother . . . fill you up ‘till you’re all full. you wouldn’t mind that . . . would you, baby?

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[clawsdevour]

stain the sheets

wc: 0.5k content warning: kinktober day 17 - marathon :3, smut, feral ushijima x reader, yes.. he's big, creampie, not proofread

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lord have mercy... it's simmering hot, the room smells of sex and sweat as you come back from your unconsciousness—breath hitching and voice all ragged from the way you screamed at the top of your lungs, taking in your husband's ferocious fat cock.

you've just orgasmed once, but holy shit did it knock all the wind out of your lungs as he continued to fuck you through your limits. your gummy pink walls never let loose for his monstrous girth that remained pistoning through your cunt with great haste.

your bodies rub against each other, sheen and dripping with sweat as the clicking of his pelvis hitting your ass echoed along the walls of your bedroom. clinging onto dear life whole your knuckles turned a shade of white from gripping onto the bedsheets with all your might, your back arched like crazy while you felt him pulsate inside of you—dragging his dick on and out your tight pussy.

all you could do was continue moaning and gasping for air and staining your sheets with cum. you couldn't escape ushijima when he's gone absolutely feral. with his strong, big build, the stretching is always going to be intense, even if he prepares you with his thick fingers. the ringing you both hear? it's the lewd sounds of your bodies connecting repeatedly filling the air.

ushijima's grip on your waist was absolutely bruising and felt like he was cinching you in while making sure your legs stayed open for him. he's grunting, suppressing his primal urges and moans while he tilts his head back as waves of pleasure wash over him.

you? you were ready to cum again with the way he's nonstop yanking your ass back onto his girth that's filling in every crevice of your body. it was hard to breathe but you loved every overstimulating second of it—clawing at your headboard, face basically down into your pillow, all while your ass stayed up for him to demolish.

god, every time he slid out—you felt so empty without ushijima. but in? you were completely stuffed to the brim, frothing with a milky white outline on the circumference of his cock, even followed by the squelching wet sounds coming from your cunt that dripped with your mixed juices.

your walls are stretched to the max just for his obscene size, like ushijima's cock was molding you to be his pussy. feeling him his your cervix was eye rolling, your mouth's hung wide open, drooling into your pillow as your legs tremble and shake from the way he hits you in your most sensitive areas to bring you to straight euphoria.

creampie after creampie, he's still at it—giving you the whole bakery. the amount of cum he's spilled inside your womb was insane. the sight of just sliding his cock out to watch your gaping hole twitch and suddenly splat out his milky white load was such a sight for him..

a sight for him to fill his feral urges.

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[sweetrabbit]

oh sukuna fanfic .. when will i ever see u again .. pls tag me if u can find this fic .. i never got to read it now i can’t find it 💔

[tokkushin]

꒰ TATTED, BLOND AND ... DILF?! — katsuki bakugou ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

summary — the blond man in the club looks too old to be here. unfortunately, that only makes him hotter ᝰ.ᐟ

— cw : female reader, age gap (katsuki late 30s, reader mid 20s), flirting, drinking, pet names, suggestive .ᐟ

"Holy shit"

"I know.

"He's hot"

"I know." you whisper, shovelling the drink down your throat as you throw a glance over your shoulder. 

The club reeks of sweat, booze and cheap cologne. The bass rattling so hard you're convinced your ribcage might burst. It's been three hours of this — three hours of shifting weight from one foot to the other as you pretend your feet don't ache. 

In all honesty, you'd been looking for an out. Racking every inch of your brain for a reason to drag mina home and spend the rest of your night in your pjs watching sitcoms — that is, until you finally found a reason to stay.

Blonde, tatted and built — and at minimum twice your age. Tucked away in a corner booth with his arm slung over the leather seat, the other clutched around a glass of amber liquor. 

He looks grumpy, angry. Like someone dragged him away from his regularly scheduled programming to be here, and he was not happy about it.

His gaze barely wavers from one spot on the dance floor, scowl permanently etched on his face as the sight forces him to sip his drink. Your eyes follow his, every inch of you praying he wasn't on guard for some woman tucked between the writhing bodies.

Instead, you catch a glimpse of three men as dangerously out of place as he is — you can only imagine that they're his friends.

They look too grown to be here. broad shoulders shoved in dark button-ups, watches glinting beneath the flashing lights while they stumble over their own feet — flirting with women who cling to them like accessories.

The redhead of the group looks towards the blonde in his drunken stupor, yelling that "he's got another one coming" — yeah, they're his friends alright.

And he does — two at that. 

Two women in short dresses brushing their fingers over his inked arm. he's respectful, but certainly not fazed — barely sparing them a glance as he nods along. 

The conversation doesn't last a minute longer; the two of them sent off with a scoff and flat expressions, already scanning for their next target.

Mina's eyes are already on yours when you turn toward her, reaching for your drink as she smiles in his direction. 

"Looks like it's now or never," she says.

Your breath catches when you're met with crimson eyes staring back, taunting and expectant — like he's been watching you longer than you realized.

He's waiting.

The glass in his hand does nothing to hide the smile on his face, light catching on the crystalline rim as he watches you expectantly. Every step feels like a beckon, willing you with the glow of his irises and the slight spread of his legs to come just a little closer.

Like you're the one being tested.

The booth feels like the only quiet spot in the club. Music and drunken chatter dulling out from your senses — until suddenly all that's left is him.

He's bigger up close. Veins trace his forearm under the low light as he swirls his drink. your eyes catch on the brazen ink — thick, intricate lines curling over every muscle.

"I like your tattoos" you say, elbows resting on the table as you try to ignore how suddenly out of place you feel.

His mouth twitches into a toothy grin, scowl once dominating his face all but gone as it's replaced by a sharper look — he's intrigued.

"Yeah? you like them?" he leans back, eyes dragging over you before it flicks back up to your face, "Means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you."

"Hm" you hum, smile matching his even as you falter under the weight of the new pet name, "They're… hot" 

He lets out a quiet exhale, almost a laugh. 

"The tattoos?" he tilts his head "… Or me?" 

He doesn't wait for your answer. Instead, he trails a thick finger over the skin, pushing his sleeves high enough to expose the ink disappearing beneath his shirt.

Your hand reaches out before you can think, barely grazing his arm before—

"Careful," he warns, voice husky beneath the music, a roughness that hits your ears at just the right tone to make your thighs squeeze, "Some of these are older than you, pretty"

That does it.

"Really?" you tease, fingers now fully tracing the outline of his tattoo, "Is that supposed to scare me?"

You don't miss the way his eyes widen just slightly — gaze flicking to his friends who've seemingly been paying no mind to him all night — before they land on your lips.

"You tell me."

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[sweetrabbit]

part 2 when..?

[katsukiib]

right here, right now ɞ·˚ KB

𑣲 katsuki apologizing while still inside ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡

katsuki was positioned completely on top, gently pinning her hands above her head with his fingers intertwined with hers. he raised his head from her neck, locking his gaze deeply with hers.

"you still mad at me?" his usual explosive voice dropped into a quiet rasp. her breathing was uneven, chest heaving softly against his.

"a bit.." she whispered breathlessly. a flicker of genuine regret softened his expression—he leaned down, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

"didn't mean to, baby.." he truly meant it, looking down at her with raw vulnerability.

"had a long week. y'know how i can get sometimes, and m'sorry." hearing the genuine remorse in his tone made her remaining anger vanish, but the physical reality of their current position made it incredibly difficult to think straight, let alone talk.

"katsuki, do we have to talk about it now?" she emphasized, as his cock stayed deep and completely hard inside her.

his eyes were warm, even as a smirk tugged at his mouth—clearly amused by her breathy distraction. pressing his forehead against hers, he gave her pinned hands a gentle, tightening squeeze.

"yeah." he murmured against her lips, teasing her with a slow twitch of his hips. "we do. i can multitask."

he kissed her softly to catch her breath before drawing his hips back and driving right back in with a deep, unhurried stroke that made her back arch off the mattress.

a moan spilled from her lips as her fingers tried to curl into his, though he kept her hands firmly pinned against the pillow.

"fucking missed you." he groaned, setting a deep pace that maximized every bit of friction until she was trembling beneath him. "spent the whole week out of my mind because we left things messed up."

another deep, heavy push pulled a breathless whimper from her. katsuki caught the sound with his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her again. his eyes were dark and intense—entirely consumed by her.

"i get in my head." he went on, his hips moving forward in a steady rhythm as his words vibrated against her chest. "get pissed off at work, take it home.. shouldn't have shut you out. look at me, y/n."

she forced her eyes open, blinking through the haze of pleasure as he hit a spot that made her whine. "m'listening.." she whispered, her voice strained as she tried to handle the overwhelming depth of each slow stroke he delivered.

"yeah.." he muttered, his expression softening with possessive warmth as he continued to murmur between deep, perfect thrusts. "nowhere else i'd rather be. we're fixing this. right here."

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[hanjinology]

NICHE PORN TROPES WITH STRAY KIDS OT8

— so this is very very spontaneous update. this wasn't supposed to be the update i am about to post but here it is. this is stray kids members and how i think niche porn tropes associated with them works, or at least how i think what trope suits them the most.

HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!

CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BANG — BOSS AND HIS SECRETARY

Chan has been known as someone who has domineering aura on him, so I always associate him with a porn trope where he is your boss, and you are his secretary.

He’s the type of boss who stays late every night, sleeves rolled up, veins showing on his forearms while he reviews reports with that intense, focused stare. Everyone in the office knows not to disturb him after hours, except you, his personal secretary. He calls you into his dimly lit office for “overtime” that always starts professional but quickly turns charged. He loves making you stand close while he explains documents, his deep voice dropping lower as he leans in, breath brushing your neck. Deep down, he gets off on the control: knowing you’re at his beck and call, dressed in those fitted pencil skirts and heels he secretly picked out for the company uniform.

When the tension finally breaks, Chan is dominant but attentive. He’ll bend you over his massive desk or press you against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, murmuring filthy praises like “You take your boss so well” and “This is what you’ve been needing after all those long days serving me.” He loves the risk, the idea that someone could walk in and see his perfect secretary falling apart on his cock. He’s thorough—slow teasing with his fingers first, then fucking you with that strong, steady rhythm that matches his presence, making sure you cum at least once before he fills you up. Afterward, he’s surprisingly soft, fixing your clothes, brushing your hair back, and whispering that you’re his favorite employee… even if the “overtime” happens almost every night.

LEE MINHO — DANCE INSTRUCTOR AND HIS STUDENT

We all know how the kids fear Minho qhen it comes to dance practices, so imagines this porn trope.

Lee Know is the kind of dance instructor who makes the whole studio fall silent the moment he walks in. He’s strict, precise, and dangerously charismatic, always dressed in fitted black practice clothes that show off every lean muscle and sharp line of his body. In class, he corrects your form with cool detachment, but his hands linger just a second too long when he adjusts your hips or presses lightly on your lower back to deepen your posture. He has this signature smirk that appears whenever you mess up a step, followed by a low, teasing “Again. Pay attention this time, kitten.” Everyone knows his private lessons are the most sought-after… and the most intense. He only offers them to students he thinks have “real potential”, which somehow always means the ones he can’t stop watching.

Behind closed studio doors during those late-night private sessions, the atmosphere shifts fast. Lee Know turns the music lower, dimmer lights, and suddenly the corrections become much more intimate. He’ll stand right behind you, chest pressed to your back, guiding your body through the choreography with his hands firmly on your waist, slowly grinding the movement into something far less professional. “There we go, I knew you had it in you,” he murmurs against your ear, voice husky. He loves the power of making his talented student unravel, pinning you gently against the mirrored wall so you can watch yourself fall apart under his touch, or bending you over the practice barre while he fucks you with that same sharp, controlled rhythm he uses on stage. He’s teasing and a little mean in the hottest way: edging you until you’re begging, then praising you softly with “Good girl, you learn so fast” right as he pushes you over the edge. Aftercare is quiet but caring. He’ll toss you his hoodie, fix your messy hair, and tell you not to be late for the next private lesson… because your form still needs a lot more work.

SEO CHANGBIN — FITNESS TRAINER AND HIS CLIENT

Are we even surprised with this? For me, this was the most obvious niche porn trope that suits our buffed gym obsessed boy. He is that Fitness Trainer in every gym related porn there is all over internet.

Changbin is the kind of personal trainer who makes the gym feel ten degrees hotter the moment he walks in. He’s built like a tank, thick arms, broad chest, and powerful legs that fill out his compression shirts and shorts in the most distracting way. From day one, he takes a special interest in your training sessions, claiming you need “extra attention” on form and core stability. His spotting technique is suspiciously hands-on—standing right behind you during squats, his big hands firmly gripping your hips as he guides you down, pressing his body just close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his chest. “Deeper,” he growls in that deep, commanding voice, thumbs brushing dangerously close to the waistband of your leggings. “Keep your back straight… yeah, just like that. Good girl.” He knows exactly what he’s doing. The way his fingers dig in a little harder when you’re struggling with the last reps, or how he accidentally lets his thigh brush between your legs while correcting your stance on the leg press.

Private sessions after hours are when the real workout begins. The gym is empty, lights dimmed, and Changbin decides it’s time to test your endurance in a completely different way. He’ll have you on the weight bench, legs spread as he spots you, but suddenly his hands are sliding higher, thumbs pressing into your inner thighs while he murmurs filthy encouragement. “You’re getting so strong for me… but I think you can take more.” Before you know it, he’s pulling your leggings down just enough, his thick cock already hard and heavy as he teases your entrance with the tip. He fucks you right there on the equipment, slow and controlled at first, then hard and deep, using his insane strength to hold you in whatever position he wants. Legs over his shoulders on the bench, or bent over the dumbbell rack while he rails you from behind, one hand gripping the bar for leverage. He’s vocal and possessive, grunting praises like “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight… this pussy was made for your trainer’s cock.” Changbin loves making you watch in the mirror, seeing his muscular body dominating yours while you fall apart. Afterward, he’s surprisingly sweet, wiping you down with a clean towel, making you drink water, and telling you with a smirk that next session is going to be even more intense.

HWANG HYUNJIN — REPAIRMAN AND HIS CLIENT

Oh this is an obvious one too. Very much specific and inspired to that one youtube video for workdol with Changbin.

Hyunjin would be the kind of repairman who's very much trust worthy just by how effecient and effective he works. Tall, long dark hair often tied back, sharp jawline, and those elegant hands that look far too pretty for fixing pipes or electrical wiring. When he first shows up at your place, maybe a leaking faucet or a flickering light, he’s polite, professional, and focused. He works quietly, sleeves rolled up to show off his slender but toned arms, occasionally flashing a soft smile or explaining what he’s doing in that smooth, slightly husky voice. And you can't just help it. The way he moves, the way he concentrates, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of sweat after working… you develop a massive crush almost instantly. So you start accidentally breaking things. A loose cabinet hinge here, a clogged drain there, a mysteriously flickering bulb again. Each time you call the company, you specifically request him. He always comes, none the wiser at first, treating you with that gentle, slightly shy personality while you offer him water or linger nearby, heart racing every time his fingers brush yours when handing him a tool.

After the fourth or fifth visit in two weeks, Hyunjin finally catches on. He’s not stupid, the problems are getting more creative and less urgent, and the way you watch him with flushed cheeks and bitten lips is impossible to miss. One afternoon he shows up for yet another emergency (this time something conveniently minor in the bedroom area) and after fixing it in record time, he doesn’t pack up immediately. Instead, he turns to you with that signature Hyunjin smirk, elegant, a little dangerous, eyes dark with amusement and heat. “You know… for someone who has so many things breaking, your place is suspiciously well-maintained,” he says, stepping closer, voice dropping lower. “Or maybe you just like having me here?” Before you can stammer out an excuse, he backs you gently against the wall, one long finger tilting your chin up. “Naughty girl… calling her repairman over and over just to stare at him?” He’s teasing but clearly turned on by your little game. From then on, the visits change. He still fixes things, but now he takes his sweet time. Pinning you against the kitchen counter after a fake leak, kissing you slow and deep while his pretty hands explore under your clothes. Sometimes bending you over the couch after repairing the lamp, fucking you with that graceful, controlled rhythm that matches his dancer’s body. He loves making you admit it. Asking yiu with; “Tell me how much you wanted your repairman’s cock,” while he thrusts deep, hair falling messily around his face. Afterward, he’s surprisingly sweet, fixing whatever actually needs fixing for free, brushing your hair back, and murmuring with a playful smile, “Next time just text me directly… I’ll come even faster.”

HAN JISUNG — JISUNG AND HIS OLDER FEMALE NEIGHBOR

Okay, there is so specific reason for this. I just know this trope suits Jisung a lot. Woth his submissive nature, he would be in awe to see his beautiful older woman neighbor and fantasize about her.

Jisung is the cute, chaotic guy next door. A few years younger than you, always blasting music from his apartment, wearing oversized hoodies and beanies, with that bright, infectious laugh that carries through the thin walls. From the moment you moved in, he’s been absolutely whipped. He finds every excuse to run into you, offering to carry your groceries up the stairs, knocking on your door with extra takeout he accidentally ordered, or shyly asking if you can help him with adult stuff like taxes or cooking because you seem so put-together and mature. In reality, he’s completely enamoured, stealing glances at your legs when you wear those comfy lounge shorts, getting flustered when you tease him, and jerking off later while replaying the sound of your voice calling him “Sungie” or “cute neighbor.” He’s convinced you’re the hottest woman alive. Confident, experienced, a little out of his league, and it drives him crazy in the best way. Late at night he lies in bed imagining what it would be like to have you pin him down or let him bury his face between your thighs.

The tension builds slowly until one rainy evening when your power goes out. Jisung shows up at your door with snacks, candles, and that nervous-excited energy, offering to keep you company. The conversation turns flirty fast, you teasing him about how often he finds reasons to come over, him blushing hard but finally admitting, voice shaky but honest, “I can’t stop thinking about you… you’re so fucking hot and I know I’m younger but… I really like you.” That confession flips the switch. Suddenly he’s on his knees in your living room, hands trembling as he pulls your shorts down, desperate and eager to please his older neighbor. Jisung is vocal and needy, moaning loudly against your skin, whimpering “Noona… you taste so good” while eating you out like he’s starving, eyes glassy with adoration. When you finally let him inside you, he’s a mess—thrusting fast and messy at first from pure excitement, then slowing down when you take control, riding him on the couch while he grips your hips and babbles praises like “You’re so tight… fuck, noona, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He’s obsessed with the age gap in the hottest way, calling you “noona” breathlessly, loving how experienced and confident you are compared to him. He cums hard, burying his face in your neck, but he’s not done until he’s made you finish multiple times. Afterward, he’s clingy and sweet, curled up against you, peppering your skin with shy kisses, already asking in a small voice if he can come over again tomorrow… and every day after that.

LEE FELIX — HIS GIRLFRIEND DOLLIFYING HIM

So... this might be a biased one. I don't exactly know if there is a porn trope like this, but let this slide because I know if there is anything like this, it would be Felix.

Felix has always been pretty, soft features, long lashes, smooth skin, and that angelic voice, but in private, he craves being fully feminized and turned into your perfect little doll. It started with shy late-night confessions. Him blushing furiously while admitting he wants you to take complete control and make him look and feel like your pretty girl. Now it’s a regular, deeply intimate ritual in your relationship. He comes to you willingly, excited and a little nervous, handing over the bag of clothes, makeup, and accessories he’s secretly collected. “Please… make me your doll tonight,” he whispers, voice already breathy with anticipation. You love how eager he is. How he sits perfectly still on the edge of the bed while you transform him, trusting you completely with his body and his presentation.

The process is slow and sensual. You start by shaving him smooth everywhere, running your hands over his newly soft skin while he shivers. Then comes the lingerie, delicate pink or white lace panties that barely contain his growing arousal, a matching bra stuffed with soft inserts to give him pretty little breasts, thigh-high stockings clipped to a garter belt, and a short frilly dress or babydoll nightie that makes him look impossibly delicate. You do his makeup next, glossy pink lips, shimmering eyeshadow, rosy blush on his cheeks, and long false lashes that make his eyes look even bigger and more doll-like. His hair gets styled with clips. Throughout it all, Felix is flushed and leaking, whimpering softly every time your fingers brush his skin or adjust the lace against his cock. Once he’s fully dollified, sitting prettily with his hands in his lap, knees together, looking like the perfect porcelain doll, you treat him exactly like one. You pose him however you want, play with his body, tease his nipples through the bra, and stroke his pretty cock through the panties until he’s trembling and begging in that deep, ruined voice, “Please… use your me.” When you finally fuck him, he’s completely submissive and blissed out, legs spread in the lingerie, moaning like a pretty girl while you ride him or take him from behind, calling him your good little doll, your pretty princess, your perfect girl. He cums so hard when you praise his feminized look, often untouched or with just light teasing, because the humiliation and adoration mix perfectly for him. Afterward, you keep him dressed up a little longer, cuddling your pretty doll while he hides his flushed face in your neck, whispering how much he loves belonging to you like this.

KIM SEUNGMIN — FAKE AGENCY CEO AND HIS TALENT

Now, I need to walk you all through this because this is very out of pocket, maybe a little OOC for Seungmin. But I really love his cocky personality so I think this porn trope suits him so much.

Seungmin runs a sleek but suspiciously low-key talent agency on the top floor of a quiet building. He’s the perfect cold, elegant CEO, that always wears sharp suits, neat dark hair, glasses that make him look both intellectual and intimidating, and that signature dry, slightly mocking tone that can cut through anyone. When you come in for your audition, he’s sitting behind his massive desk, legs crossed, scanning your portfolio with a bored expression. “So you want to be famous?” he asks, voice smooth and unimpressed. “Then show me what you can do.” It starts professional on the surface. He tells you to walk, pose, read lines, maybe even sing a short piece. But his eyes never leave your body, and the instructions slowly get more intimate. “Unbutton your shirt a little… good. Turn around slowly. Arch your back more.” He’s calm and controlled the whole time, but there’s a growing hunger behind his polite CEO facade. Deep down, Seungmin gets off on this exact power game, pretending it’s all part of the casting process while he watches you strip away your dignity piece by piece for his approval.

Once he sees how far you’re willing to go to prove yourself, the mask slips. He stands up, walks around the desk, and circles you like he’s inspecting merchandise. “Not bad… but if you really want this contract, you’ll have to show me everything.” He makes you get on your knees in front of his chair, still fully dressed in his expensive suit while you’re half-naked, and guides your mouth onto him with a firm hand in your hair and a casual “Let’s see how well you take direction.” Seungmin is mean in the hottest way, quiet degradation mixed with precise praise. He’ll fuck your throat while calmly commenting on your technique (“Deeper. Eyes up—good girl”), then bend you over his desk, papers scattering everywhere, and slide into you with one slow, deliberate thrust. He keeps the CEO act going even while railing you. “This is what it takes in this industry, sweetheart. Are you going to be a good little actress for me?” He loves making you moan his title. “Mr. Kim”, while he fucks you harder, one hand gripping your hip and the other occasionally adjusting his glasses like he’s still conducting a business meeting. He’s surprisingly vocal when he gets close, low groans and breathy “Fuck, you’re tight” slipping out in that pretty voice. When he finally cums, it’s deep inside you, followed by him fixing his tie and casually telling you to clean up and casually saying, “we still have to discuss the terms of your contract.” Deep down though, he’s already planning your next private audition, because you just became his favorite new talent.

YANG JEONGIN — JEONGIN AND HIS OLDER FEMALE TUTOR.

Last, but definitely not the least. This is supposed to be a teacher student trope in a porn video but I fucking hate the porm trope so I needed to improvise sething and this is the closest I could imagine Jeongin would probably have.

Jeongin has the biggest, most obvious crush on his tutor—you. You're a few years older, patient, smart, and effortlessly put-together, and every session feels like sweet torture for him. He shows up to your apartment or the quiet library corner with freshly washed hair, wearing his nicest casual clothes, pretending he's just there to study. When in reality, he's barely paying attention to the actual lessons. His eyes keep drifting to the way your lips move when you explain concepts, how your shirt shifts when you lean over to point at his notebook, or the soft sound of your voice when you praise him for getting something right. He blushes furiously whenever you call him "Jeongin-ah" in that gentle, encouraging tone, and he has to subtly adjust himself under the table because his mind instantly goes somewhere filthy. He’s the type to replay your voice in his head later while jerking off, whispering your name under his breath like a secret.

The tension keeps building until one evening when the lesson runs late and you're both alone. Jeongin finally cracks, cheeks flushed, voice shaky but determined and admits, “I… I can’t focus when you’re this close. You’re so pretty and smart… it’s driving me crazy.” You tease him a little, but when you see how genuinely worked up and sincere he is, you decide to give your sweet student exactly what he’s been fantasizing about. It starts slow and tender. Pulling him in for a kiss that turns hungry fast, his hands trembling as they slide under your shirt. Jeongin is eager and a little clumsy with excitement, but so responsive, whimpering softly when you straddle his lap on the couch, grinding against him while you guide his hands to your body. He’s vocal in the cutest way, moaning “Noona… fuck, you feel so good” as you ride him, his pretty fox-like eyes half-lidded and glassy with pleasure. He tries so hard to last, gripping your hips with those long fingers, thrusting up into you with needy, desperate strokes while burying his face in your neck. When he cums, it’s with a broken whine of your name, holding onto you like you might disappear. Afterward, he’s adorably shy and clingy, hiding his red face against your chest, asking in a small voice if he can still come for lessons… and if maybe next time you can teach him even more.

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Can you do a dan da dan smau where reader has a habit of stealing their clothes?🙏🙏

STEALER — 𓆩♡𓆪

syp; you steal their clothing

includes: m.ayase, k.takakura, a.shiratori, j.enjoji, s.ayase

warnings: not much :p for aira i decided for her to be the one stealing 😭

masterlist ~ DANDADANsmau

a/n; we are so back thank the loml (situationship) for leaving me -- this was in my drafts for foreverr !! i didnt notice it in there until i was making the drunk confession for mha boys glup sorry anon

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( 뮤즈 ) ⃕ ωhen yours and a strangers kiss cam goes viral on the internet, you now make it your life’s mission to track him down — only you don’t know he is doing the exact same.

এ smau fluff strangers to lovers female reader explicit texting they both horn dogs

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[hanjinology]

NICHE PORN TROPES WITH STRAY KIDS OT8

— so this is very very spontaneous update. this wasn't supposed to be the update i am about to post but here it is. this is stray kids members and how i think niche porn tropes associated with them works, or at least how i think what trope suits them the most.

HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!

CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BANG — BOSS AND HIS SECRETARY

Chan has been known as someone who has domineering aura on him, so I always associate him with a porn trope where he is your boss, and you are his secretary.

He’s the type of boss who stays late every night, sleeves rolled up, veins showing on his forearms while he reviews reports with that intense, focused stare. Everyone in the office knows not to disturb him after hours, except you, his personal secretary. He calls you into his dimly lit office for “overtime” that always starts professional but quickly turns charged. He loves making you stand close while he explains documents, his deep voice dropping lower as he leans in, breath brushing your neck. Deep down, he gets off on the control: knowing you’re at his beck and call, dressed in those fitted pencil skirts and heels he secretly picked out for the company uniform.

When the tension finally breaks, Chan is dominant but attentive. He’ll bend you over his massive desk or press you against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, murmuring filthy praises like “You take your boss so well” and “This is what you’ve been needing after all those long days serving me.” He loves the risk, the idea that someone could walk in and see his perfect secretary falling apart on his cock. He’s thorough—slow teasing with his fingers first, then fucking you with that strong, steady rhythm that matches his presence, making sure you cum at least once before he fills you up. Afterward, he’s surprisingly soft, fixing your clothes, brushing your hair back, and whispering that you’re his favorite employee… even if the “overtime” happens almost every night.

LEE MINHO — DANCE INSTRUCTOR AND HIS STUDENT

We all know how the kids fear Minho qhen it comes to dance practices, so imagines this porn trope.

Lee Know is the kind of dance instructor who makes the whole studio fall silent the moment he walks in. He’s strict, precise, and dangerously charismatic, always dressed in fitted black practice clothes that show off every lean muscle and sharp line of his body. In class, he corrects your form with cool detachment, but his hands linger just a second too long when he adjusts your hips or presses lightly on your lower back to deepen your posture. He has this signature smirk that appears whenever you mess up a step, followed by a low, teasing “Again. Pay attention this time, kitten.” Everyone knows his private lessons are the most sought-after… and the most intense. He only offers them to students he thinks have “real potential”, which somehow always means the ones he can’t stop watching.

Behind closed studio doors during those late-night private sessions, the atmosphere shifts fast. Lee Know turns the music lower, dimmer lights, and suddenly the corrections become much more intimate. He’ll stand right behind you, chest pressed to your back, guiding your body through the choreography with his hands firmly on your waist, slowly grinding the movement into something far less professional. “There we go, I knew you had it in you,” he murmurs against your ear, voice husky. He loves the power of making his talented student unravel, pinning you gently against the mirrored wall so you can watch yourself fall apart under his touch, or bending you over the practice barre while he fucks you with that same sharp, controlled rhythm he uses on stage. He’s teasing and a little mean in the hottest way: edging you until you’re begging, then praising you softly with “Good girl, you learn so fast” right as he pushes you over the edge. Aftercare is quiet but caring. He’ll toss you his hoodie, fix your messy hair, and tell you not to be late for the next private lesson… because your form still needs a lot more work.

SEO CHANGBIN — FITNESS TRAINER AND HIS CLIENT

Are we even surprised with this? For me, this was the most obvious niche porn trope that suits our buffed gym obsessed boy. He is that Fitness Trainer in every gym related porn there is all over internet.

Changbin is the kind of personal trainer who makes the gym feel ten degrees hotter the moment he walks in. He’s built like a tank, thick arms, broad chest, and powerful legs that fill out his compression shirts and shorts in the most distracting way. From day one, he takes a special interest in your training sessions, claiming you need “extra attention” on form and core stability. His spotting technique is suspiciously hands-on—standing right behind you during squats, his big hands firmly gripping your hips as he guides you down, pressing his body just close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his chest. “Deeper,” he growls in that deep, commanding voice, thumbs brushing dangerously close to the waistband of your leggings. “Keep your back straight… yeah, just like that. Good girl.” He knows exactly what he’s doing. The way his fingers dig in a little harder when you’re struggling with the last reps, or how he accidentally lets his thigh brush between your legs while correcting your stance on the leg press.

Private sessions after hours are when the real workout begins. The gym is empty, lights dimmed, and Changbin decides it’s time to test your endurance in a completely different way. He’ll have you on the weight bench, legs spread as he spots you, but suddenly his hands are sliding higher, thumbs pressing into your inner thighs while he murmurs filthy encouragement. “You’re getting so strong for me… but I think you can take more.” Before you know it, he’s pulling your leggings down just enough, his thick cock already hard and heavy as he teases your entrance with the tip. He fucks you right there on the equipment, slow and controlled at first, then hard and deep, using his insane strength to hold you in whatever position he wants. Legs over his shoulders on the bench, or bent over the dumbbell rack while he rails you from behind, one hand gripping the bar for leverage. He’s vocal and possessive, grunting praises like “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight… this pussy was made for your trainer’s cock.” Changbin loves making you watch in the mirror, seeing his muscular body dominating yours while you fall apart. Afterward, he’s surprisingly sweet, wiping you down with a clean towel, making you drink water, and telling you with a smirk that next session is going to be even more intense.

HWANG HYUNJIN — REPAIRMAN AND HIS CLIENT

Oh this is an obvious one too. Very much specific and inspired to that one youtube video for workdol with Changbin.

Hyunjin would be the kind of repairman who's very much trust worthy just by how effecient and effective he works. Tall, long dark hair often tied back, sharp jawline, and those elegant hands that look far too pretty for fixing pipes or electrical wiring. When he first shows up at your place, maybe a leaking faucet or a flickering light, he’s polite, professional, and focused. He works quietly, sleeves rolled up to show off his slender but toned arms, occasionally flashing a soft smile or explaining what he’s doing in that smooth, slightly husky voice. And you can't just help it. The way he moves, the way he concentrates, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of sweat after working… you develop a massive crush almost instantly. So you start accidentally breaking things. A loose cabinet hinge here, a clogged drain there, a mysteriously flickering bulb again. Each time you call the company, you specifically request him. He always comes, none the wiser at first, treating you with that gentle, slightly shy personality while you offer him water or linger nearby, heart racing every time his fingers brush yours when handing him a tool.

After the fourth or fifth visit in two weeks, Hyunjin finally catches on. He’s not stupid, the problems are getting more creative and less urgent, and the way you watch him with flushed cheeks and bitten lips is impossible to miss. One afternoon he shows up for yet another emergency (this time something conveniently minor in the bedroom area) and after fixing it in record time, he doesn’t pack up immediately. Instead, he turns to you with that signature Hyunjin smirk, elegant, a little dangerous, eyes dark with amusement and heat. “You know… for someone who has so many things breaking, your place is suspiciously well-maintained,” he says, stepping closer, voice dropping lower. “Or maybe you just like having me here?” Before you can stammer out an excuse, he backs you gently against the wall, one long finger tilting your chin up. “Naughty girl… calling her repairman over and over just to stare at him?” He’s teasing but clearly turned on by your little game. From then on, the visits change. He still fixes things, but now he takes his sweet time. Pinning you against the kitchen counter after a fake leak, kissing you slow and deep while his pretty hands explore under your clothes. Sometimes bending you over the couch after repairing the lamp, fucking you with that graceful, controlled rhythm that matches his dancer’s body. He loves making you admit it. Asking yiu with; “Tell me how much you wanted your repairman’s cock,” while he thrusts deep, hair falling messily around his face. Afterward, he’s surprisingly sweet, fixing whatever actually needs fixing for free, brushing your hair back, and murmuring with a playful smile, “Next time just text me directly… I’ll come even faster.”

HAN JISUNG — JISUNG AND HIS OLDER FEMALE NEIGHBOR

Okay, there is so specific reason for this. I just know this trope suits Jisung a lot. Woth his submissive nature, he would be in awe to see his beautiful older woman neighbor and fantasize about her.

Jisung is the cute, chaotic guy next door. A few years younger than you, always blasting music from his apartment, wearing oversized hoodies and beanies, with that bright, infectious laugh that carries through the thin walls. From the moment you moved in, he’s been absolutely whipped. He finds every excuse to run into you, offering to carry your groceries up the stairs, knocking on your door with extra takeout he accidentally ordered, or shyly asking if you can help him with adult stuff like taxes or cooking because you seem so put-together and mature. In reality, he’s completely enamoured, stealing glances at your legs when you wear those comfy lounge shorts, getting flustered when you tease him, and jerking off later while replaying the sound of your voice calling him “Sungie” or “cute neighbor.” He’s convinced you’re the hottest woman alive. Confident, experienced, a little out of his league, and it drives him crazy in the best way. Late at night he lies in bed imagining what it would be like to have you pin him down or let him bury his face between your thighs.

The tension builds slowly until one rainy evening when your power goes out. Jisung shows up at your door with snacks, candles, and that nervous-excited energy, offering to keep you company. The conversation turns flirty fast, you teasing him about how often he finds reasons to come over, him blushing hard but finally admitting, voice shaky but honest, “I can’t stop thinking about you… you’re so fucking hot and I know I’m younger but… I really like you.” That confession flips the switch. Suddenly he’s on his knees in your living room, hands trembling as he pulls your shorts down, desperate and eager to please his older neighbor. Jisung is vocal and needy, moaning loudly against your skin, whimpering “Noona… you taste so good” while eating you out like he’s starving, eyes glassy with adoration. When you finally let him inside you, he’s a mess—thrusting fast and messy at first from pure excitement, then slowing down when you take control, riding him on the couch while he grips your hips and babbles praises like “You’re so tight… fuck, noona, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He’s obsessed with the age gap in the hottest way, calling you “noona” breathlessly, loving how experienced and confident you are compared to him. He cums hard, burying his face in your neck, but he’s not done until he’s made you finish multiple times. Afterward, he’s clingy and sweet, curled up against you, peppering your skin with shy kisses, already asking in a small voice if he can come over again tomorrow… and every day after that.

LEE FELIX — HIS GIRLFRIEND DOLLIFYING HIM

So... this might be a biased one. I don't exactly know if there is a porn trope like this, but let this slide because I know if there is anything like this, it would be Felix.

Felix has always been pretty, soft features, long lashes, smooth skin, and that angelic voice, but in private, he craves being fully feminized and turned into your perfect little doll. It started with shy late-night confessions. Him blushing furiously while admitting he wants you to take complete control and make him look and feel like your pretty girl. Now it’s a regular, deeply intimate ritual in your relationship. He comes to you willingly, excited and a little nervous, handing over the bag of clothes, makeup, and accessories he’s secretly collected. “Please… make me your doll tonight,” he whispers, voice already breathy with anticipation. You love how eager he is. How he sits perfectly still on the edge of the bed while you transform him, trusting you completely with his body and his presentation.

The process is slow and sensual. You start by shaving him smooth everywhere, running your hands over his newly soft skin while he shivers. Then comes the lingerie, delicate pink or white lace panties that barely contain his growing arousal, a matching bra stuffed with soft inserts to give him pretty little breasts, thigh-high stockings clipped to a garter belt, and a short frilly dress or babydoll nightie that makes him look impossibly delicate. You do his makeup next, glossy pink lips, shimmering eyeshadow, rosy blush on his cheeks, and long false lashes that make his eyes look even bigger and more doll-like. His hair gets styled with clips. Throughout it all, Felix is flushed and leaking, whimpering softly every time your fingers brush his skin or adjust the lace against his cock. Once he’s fully dollified, sitting prettily with his hands in his lap, knees together, looking like the perfect porcelain doll, you treat him exactly like one. You pose him however you want, play with his body, tease his nipples through the bra, and stroke his pretty cock through the panties until he’s trembling and begging in that deep, ruined voice, “Please… use your me.” When you finally fuck him, he’s completely submissive and blissed out, legs spread in the lingerie, moaning like a pretty girl while you ride him or take him from behind, calling him your good little doll, your pretty princess, your perfect girl. He cums so hard when you praise his feminized look, often untouched or with just light teasing, because the humiliation and adoration mix perfectly for him. Afterward, you keep him dressed up a little longer, cuddling your pretty doll while he hides his flushed face in your neck, whispering how much he loves belonging to you like this.

KIM SEUNGMIN — FAKE AGENCY CEO AND HIS TALENT

Now, I need to walk you all through this because this is very out of pocket, maybe a little OOC for Seungmin. But I really love his cocky personality so I think this porn trope suits him so much.

Seungmin runs a sleek but suspiciously low-key talent agency on the top floor of a quiet building. He’s the perfect cold, elegant CEO, that always wears sharp suits, neat dark hair, glasses that make him look both intellectual and intimidating, and that signature dry, slightly mocking tone that can cut through anyone. When you come in for your audition, he’s sitting behind his massive desk, legs crossed, scanning your portfolio with a bored expression. “So you want to be famous?” he asks, voice smooth and unimpressed. “Then show me what you can do.” It starts professional on the surface. He tells you to walk, pose, read lines, maybe even sing a short piece. But his eyes never leave your body, and the instructions slowly get more intimate. “Unbutton your shirt a little… good. Turn around slowly. Arch your back more.” He’s calm and controlled the whole time, but there’s a growing hunger behind his polite CEO facade. Deep down, Seungmin gets off on this exact power game, pretending it’s all part of the casting process while he watches you strip away your dignity piece by piece for his approval.

Once he sees how far you’re willing to go to prove yourself, the mask slips. He stands up, walks around the desk, and circles you like he’s inspecting merchandise. “Not bad… but if you really want this contract, you’ll have to show me everything.” He makes you get on your knees in front of his chair, still fully dressed in his expensive suit while you’re half-naked, and guides your mouth onto him with a firm hand in your hair and a casual “Let’s see how well you take direction.” Seungmin is mean in the hottest way, quiet degradation mixed with precise praise. He’ll fuck your throat while calmly commenting on your technique (“Deeper. Eyes up—good girl”), then bend you over his desk, papers scattering everywhere, and slide into you with one slow, deliberate thrust. He keeps the CEO act going even while railing you. “This is what it takes in this industry, sweetheart. Are you going to be a good little actress for me?” He loves making you moan his title. “Mr. Kim”, while he fucks you harder, one hand gripping your hip and the other occasionally adjusting his glasses like he’s still conducting a business meeting. He’s surprisingly vocal when he gets close, low groans and breathy “Fuck, you’re tight” slipping out in that pretty voice. When he finally cums, it’s deep inside you, followed by him fixing his tie and casually telling you to clean up and casually saying, “we still have to discuss the terms of your contract.” Deep down though, he’s already planning your next private audition, because you just became his favorite new talent.

YANG JEONGIN — JEONGIN AND HIS OLDER FEMALE TUTOR.

Last, but definitely not the least. This is supposed to be a teacher student trope in a porn video but I fucking hate the porm trope so I needed to improvise sething and this is the closest I could imagine Jeongin would probably have.

Jeongin has the biggest, most obvious crush on his tutor—you. You're a few years older, patient, smart, and effortlessly put-together, and every session feels like sweet torture for him. He shows up to your apartment or the quiet library corner with freshly washed hair, wearing his nicest casual clothes, pretending he's just there to study. When in reality, he's barely paying attention to the actual lessons. His eyes keep drifting to the way your lips move when you explain concepts, how your shirt shifts when you lean over to point at his notebook, or the soft sound of your voice when you praise him for getting something right. He blushes furiously whenever you call him "Jeongin-ah" in that gentle, encouraging tone, and he has to subtly adjust himself under the table because his mind instantly goes somewhere filthy. He’s the type to replay your voice in his head later while jerking off, whispering your name under his breath like a secret.

The tension keeps building until one evening when the lesson runs late and you're both alone. Jeongin finally cracks, cheeks flushed, voice shaky but determined and admits, “I… I can’t focus when you’re this close. You’re so pretty and smart… it’s driving me crazy.” You tease him a little, but when you see how genuinely worked up and sincere he is, you decide to give your sweet student exactly what he’s been fantasizing about. It starts slow and tender. Pulling him in for a kiss that turns hungry fast, his hands trembling as they slide under your shirt. Jeongin is eager and a little clumsy with excitement, but so responsive, whimpering softly when you straddle his lap on the couch, grinding against him while you guide his hands to your body. He’s vocal in the cutest way, moaning “Noona… fuck, you feel so good” as you ride him, his pretty fox-like eyes half-lidded and glassy with pleasure. He tries so hard to last, gripping your hips with those long fingers, thrusting up into you with needy, desperate strokes while burying his face in your neck. When he cums, it’s with a broken whine of your name, holding onto you like you might disappear. Afterward, he’s adorably shy and clingy, hiding his red face against your chest, asking in a small voice if he can still come for lessons… and if maybe next time you can teach him even more.

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[hanjinology]

NICHE PORN TROPES WITH STRAY KIDS OT8

— so this is very very spontaneous update. this wasn't supposed to be the update i am about to post but here it is. this is stray kids members and how i think niche porn tropes associated with them works, or at least how i think what trope suits them the most.

HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!

CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BANG — BOSS AND HIS SECRETARY

Chan has been known as someone who has domineering aura on him, so I always associate him with a porn trope where he is your boss, and you are his secretary.

He’s the type of boss who stays late every night, sleeves rolled up, veins showing on his forearms while he reviews reports with that intense, focused stare. Everyone in the office knows not to disturb him after hours, except you, his personal secretary. He calls you into his dimly lit office for “overtime” that always starts professional but quickly turns charged. He loves making you stand close while he explains documents, his deep voice dropping lower as he leans in, breath brushing your neck. Deep down, he gets off on the control: knowing you’re at his beck and call, dressed in those fitted pencil skirts and heels he secretly picked out for the company uniform.

When the tension finally breaks, Chan is dominant but attentive. He’ll bend you over his massive desk or press you against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, murmuring filthy praises like “You take your boss so well” and “This is what you’ve been needing after all those long days serving me.” He loves the risk, the idea that someone could walk in and see his perfect secretary falling apart on his cock. He’s thorough—slow teasing with his fingers first, then fucking you with that strong, steady rhythm that matches his presence, making sure you cum at least once before he fills you up. Afterward, he’s surprisingly soft, fixing your clothes, brushing your hair back, and whispering that you’re his favorite employee… even if the “overtime” happens almost every night.

LEE MINHO — DANCE INSTRUCTOR AND HIS STUDENT

We all know how the kids fear Minho qhen it comes to dance practices, so imagines this porn trope.

Lee Know is the kind of dance instructor who makes the whole studio fall silent the moment he walks in. He’s strict, precise, and dangerously charismatic, always dressed in fitted black practice clothes that show off every lean muscle and sharp line of his body. In class, he corrects your form with cool detachment, but his hands linger just a second too long when he adjusts your hips or presses lightly on your lower back to deepen your posture. He has this signature smirk that appears whenever you mess up a step, followed by a low, teasing “Again. Pay attention this time, kitten.” Everyone knows his private lessons are the most sought-after… and the most intense. He only offers them to students he thinks have “real potential”, which somehow always means the ones he can’t stop watching.

Behind closed studio doors during those late-night private sessions, the atmosphere shifts fast. Lee Know turns the music lower, dimmer lights, and suddenly the corrections become much more intimate. He’ll stand right behind you, chest pressed to your back, guiding your body through the choreography with his hands firmly on your waist, slowly grinding the movement into something far less professional. “There we go, I knew you had it in you,” he murmurs against your ear, voice husky. He loves the power of making his talented student unravel, pinning you gently against the mirrored wall so you can watch yourself fall apart under his touch, or bending you over the practice barre while he fucks you with that same sharp, controlled rhythm he uses on stage. He’s teasing and a little mean in the hottest way: edging you until you’re begging, then praising you softly with “Good girl, you learn so fast” right as he pushes you over the edge. Aftercare is quiet but caring. He’ll toss you his hoodie, fix your messy hair, and tell you not to be late for the next private lesson… because your form still needs a lot more work.

SEO CHANGBIN — FITNESS TRAINER AND HIS CLIENT

Are we even surprised with this? For me, this was the most obvious niche porn trope that suits our buffed gym obsessed boy. He is that Fitness Trainer in every gym related porn there is all over internet.

Changbin is the kind of personal trainer who makes the gym feel ten degrees hotter the moment he walks in. He’s built like a tank, thick arms, broad chest, and powerful legs that fill out his compression shirts and shorts in the most distracting way. From day one, he takes a special interest in your training sessions, claiming you need “extra attention” on form and core stability. His spotting technique is suspiciously hands-on—standing right behind you during squats, his big hands firmly gripping your hips as he guides you down, pressing his body just close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his chest. “Deeper,” he growls in that deep, commanding voice, thumbs brushing dangerously close to the waistband of your leggings. “Keep your back straight… yeah, just like that. Good girl.” He knows exactly what he’s doing. The way his fingers dig in a little harder when you’re struggling with the last reps, or how he accidentally lets his thigh brush between your legs while correcting your stance on the leg press.

Private sessions after hours are when the real workout begins. The gym is empty, lights dimmed, and Changbin decides it’s time to test your endurance in a completely different way. He’ll have you on the weight bench, legs spread as he spots you, but suddenly his hands are sliding higher, thumbs pressing into your inner thighs while he murmurs filthy encouragement. “You’re getting so strong for me… but I think you can take more.” Before you know it, he’s pulling your leggings down just enough, his thick cock already hard and heavy as he teases your entrance with the tip. He fucks you right there on the equipment, slow and controlled at first, then hard and deep, using his insane strength to hold you in whatever position he wants. Legs over his shoulders on the bench, or bent over the dumbbell rack while he rails you from behind, one hand gripping the bar for leverage. He’s vocal and possessive, grunting praises like “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight… this pussy was made for your trainer’s cock.” Changbin loves making you watch in the mirror, seeing his muscular body dominating yours while you fall apart. Afterward, he’s surprisingly sweet, wiping you down with a clean towel, making you drink water, and telling you with a smirk that next session is going to be even more intense.

HWANG HYUNJIN — REPAIRMAN AND HIS CLIENT

Oh this is an obvious one too. Very much specific and inspired to that one youtube video for workdol with Changbin.

Hyunjin would be the kind of repairman who's very much trust worthy just by how effecient and effective he works. Tall, long dark hair often tied back, sharp jawline, and those elegant hands that look far too pretty for fixing pipes or electrical wiring. When he first shows up at your place, maybe a leaking faucet or a flickering light, he’s polite, professional, and focused. He works quietly, sleeves rolled up to show off his slender but toned arms, occasionally flashing a soft smile or explaining what he’s doing in that smooth, slightly husky voice. And you can't just help it. The way he moves, the way he concentrates, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of sweat after working… you develop a massive crush almost instantly. So you start accidentally breaking things. A loose cabinet hinge here, a clogged drain there, a mysteriously flickering bulb again. Each time you call the company, you specifically request him. He always comes, none the wiser at first, treating you with that gentle, slightly shy personality while you offer him water or linger nearby, heart racing every time his fingers brush yours when handing him a tool.

After the fourth or fifth visit in two weeks, Hyunjin finally catches on. He’s not stupid, the problems are getting more creative and less urgent, and the way you watch him with flushed cheeks and bitten lips is impossible to miss. One afternoon he shows up for yet another emergency (this time something conveniently minor in the bedroom area) and after fixing it in record time, he doesn’t pack up immediately. Instead, he turns to you with that signature Hyunjin smirk, elegant, a little dangerous, eyes dark with amusement and heat. “You know… for someone who has so many things breaking, your place is suspiciously well-maintained,” he says, stepping closer, voice dropping lower. “Or maybe you just like having me here?” Before you can stammer out an excuse, he backs you gently against the wall, one long finger tilting your chin up. “Naughty girl… calling her repairman over and over just to stare at him?” He’s teasing but clearly turned on by your little game. From then on, the visits change. He still fixes things, but now he takes his sweet time. Pinning you against the kitchen counter after a fake leak, kissing you slow and deep while his pretty hands explore under your clothes. Sometimes bending you over the couch after repairing the lamp, fucking you with that graceful, controlled rhythm that matches his dancer’s body. He loves making you admit it. Asking yiu with; “Tell me how much you wanted your repairman’s cock,” while he thrusts deep, hair falling messily around his face. Afterward, he’s surprisingly sweet, fixing whatever actually needs fixing for free, brushing your hair back, and murmuring with a playful smile, “Next time just text me directly… I’ll come even faster.”

HAN JISUNG — JISUNG AND HIS OLDER FEMALE NEIGHBOR

Okay, there is so specific reason for this. I just know this trope suits Jisung a lot. Woth his submissive nature, he would be in awe to see his beautiful older woman neighbor and fantasize about her.

Jisung is the cute, chaotic guy next door. A few years younger than you, always blasting music from his apartment, wearing oversized hoodies and beanies, with that bright, infectious laugh that carries through the thin walls. From the moment you moved in, he’s been absolutely whipped. He finds every excuse to run into you, offering to carry your groceries up the stairs, knocking on your door with extra takeout he accidentally ordered, or shyly asking if you can help him with adult stuff like taxes or cooking because you seem so put-together and mature. In reality, he’s completely enamoured, stealing glances at your legs when you wear those comfy lounge shorts, getting flustered when you tease him, and jerking off later while replaying the sound of your voice calling him “Sungie” or “cute neighbor.” He’s convinced you’re the hottest woman alive. Confident, experienced, a little out of his league, and it drives him crazy in the best way. Late at night he lies in bed imagining what it would be like to have you pin him down or let him bury his face between your thighs.

The tension builds slowly until one rainy evening when your power goes out. Jisung shows up at your door with snacks, candles, and that nervous-excited energy, offering to keep you company. The conversation turns flirty fast, you teasing him about how often he finds reasons to come over, him blushing hard but finally admitting, voice shaky but honest, “I can’t stop thinking about you… you’re so fucking hot and I know I’m younger but… I really like you.” That confession flips the switch. Suddenly he’s on his knees in your living room, hands trembling as he pulls your shorts down, desperate and eager to please his older neighbor. Jisung is vocal and needy, moaning loudly against your skin, whimpering “Noona… you taste so good” while eating you out like he’s starving, eyes glassy with adoration. When you finally let him inside you, he’s a mess—thrusting fast and messy at first from pure excitement, then slowing down when you take control, riding him on the couch while he grips your hips and babbles praises like “You’re so tight… fuck, noona, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He’s obsessed with the age gap in the hottest way, calling you “noona” breathlessly, loving how experienced and confident you are compared to him. He cums hard, burying his face in your neck, but he’s not done until he’s made you finish multiple times. Afterward, he’s clingy and sweet, curled up against you, peppering your skin with shy kisses, already asking in a small voice if he can come over again tomorrow… and every day after that.

LEE FELIX — HIS GIRLFRIEND DOLLIFYING HIM

So... this might be a biased one. I don't exactly know if there is a porn trope like this, but let this slide because I know if there is anything like this, it would be Felix.

Felix has always been pretty, soft features, long lashes, smooth skin, and that angelic voice, but in private, he craves being fully feminized and turned into your perfect little doll. It started with shy late-night confessions. Him blushing furiously while admitting he wants you to take complete control and make him look and feel like your pretty girl. Now it’s a regular, deeply intimate ritual in your relationship. He comes to you willingly, excited and a little nervous, handing over the bag of clothes, makeup, and accessories he’s secretly collected. “Please… make me your doll tonight,” he whispers, voice already breathy with anticipation. You love how eager he is. How he sits perfectly still on the edge of the bed while you transform him, trusting you completely with his body and his presentation.

The process is slow and sensual. You start by shaving him smooth everywhere, running your hands over his newly soft skin while he shivers. Then comes the lingerie, delicate pink or white lace panties that barely contain his growing arousal, a matching bra stuffed with soft inserts to give him pretty little breasts, thigh-high stockings clipped to a garter belt, and a short frilly dress or babydoll nightie that makes him look impossibly delicate. You do his makeup next, glossy pink lips, shimmering eyeshadow, rosy blush on his cheeks, and long false lashes that make his eyes look even bigger and more doll-like. His hair gets styled with clips. Throughout it all, Felix is flushed and leaking, whimpering softly every time your fingers brush his skin or adjust the lace against his cock. Once he’s fully dollified, sitting prettily with his hands in his lap, knees together, looking like the perfect porcelain doll, you treat him exactly like one. You pose him however you want, play with his body, tease his nipples through the bra, and stroke his pretty cock through the panties until he’s trembling and begging in that deep, ruined voice, “Please… use your me.” When you finally fuck him, he’s completely submissive and blissed out, legs spread in the lingerie, moaning like a pretty girl while you ride him or take him from behind, calling him your good little doll, your pretty princess, your perfect girl. He cums so hard when you praise his feminized look, often untouched or with just light teasing, because the humiliation and adoration mix perfectly for him. Afterward, you keep him dressed up a little longer, cuddling your pretty doll while he hides his flushed face in your neck, whispering how much he loves belonging to you like this.

KIM SEUNGMIN — FAKE AGENCY CEO AND HIS TALENT

Now, I need to walk you all through this because this is very out of pocket, maybe a little OOC for Seungmin. But I really love his cocky personality so I think this porn trope suits him so much.

Seungmin runs a sleek but suspiciously low-key talent agency on the top floor of a quiet building. He’s the perfect cold, elegant CEO, that always wears sharp suits, neat dark hair, glasses that make him look both intellectual and intimidating, and that signature dry, slightly mocking tone that can cut through anyone. When you come in for your audition, he’s sitting behind his massive desk, legs crossed, scanning your portfolio with a bored expression. “So you want to be famous?” he asks, voice smooth and unimpressed. “Then show me what you can do.” It starts professional on the surface. He tells you to walk, pose, read lines, maybe even sing a short piece. But his eyes never leave your body, and the instructions slowly get more intimate. “Unbutton your shirt a little… good. Turn around slowly. Arch your back more.” He’s calm and controlled the whole time, but there’s a growing hunger behind his polite CEO facade. Deep down, Seungmin gets off on this exact power game, pretending it’s all part of the casting process while he watches you strip away your dignity piece by piece for his approval.

Once he sees how far you’re willing to go to prove yourself, the mask slips. He stands up, walks around the desk, and circles you like he’s inspecting merchandise. “Not bad… but if you really want this contract, you’ll have to show me everything.” He makes you get on your knees in front of his chair, still fully dressed in his expensive suit while you’re half-naked, and guides your mouth onto him with a firm hand in your hair and a casual “Let’s see how well you take direction.” Seungmin is mean in the hottest way, quiet degradation mixed with precise praise. He’ll fuck your throat while calmly commenting on your technique (“Deeper. Eyes up—good girl”), then bend you over his desk, papers scattering everywhere, and slide into you with one slow, deliberate thrust. He keeps the CEO act going even while railing you. “This is what it takes in this industry, sweetheart. Are you going to be a good little actress for me?” He loves making you moan his title. “Mr. Kim”, while he fucks you harder, one hand gripping your hip and the other occasionally adjusting his glasses like he’s still conducting a business meeting. He’s surprisingly vocal when he gets close, low groans and breathy “Fuck, you’re tight” slipping out in that pretty voice. When he finally cums, it’s deep inside you, followed by him fixing his tie and casually telling you to clean up and casually saying, “we still have to discuss the terms of your contract.” Deep down though, he’s already planning your next private audition, because you just became his favorite new talent.

YANG JEONGIN — JEONGIN AND HIS OLDER FEMALE TUTOR.

Last, but definitely not the least. This is supposed to be a teacher student trope in a porn video but I fucking hate the porm trope so I needed to improvise sething and this is the closest I could imagine Jeongin would probably have.

Jeongin has the biggest, most obvious crush on his tutor—you. You're a few years older, patient, smart, and effortlessly put-together, and every session feels like sweet torture for him. He shows up to your apartment or the quiet library corner with freshly washed hair, wearing his nicest casual clothes, pretending he's just there to study. When in reality, he's barely paying attention to the actual lessons. His eyes keep drifting to the way your lips move when you explain concepts, how your shirt shifts when you lean over to point at his notebook, or the soft sound of your voice when you praise him for getting something right. He blushes furiously whenever you call him "Jeongin-ah" in that gentle, encouraging tone, and he has to subtly adjust himself under the table because his mind instantly goes somewhere filthy. He’s the type to replay your voice in his head later while jerking off, whispering your name under his breath like a secret.

The tension keeps building until one evening when the lesson runs late and you're both alone. Jeongin finally cracks, cheeks flushed, voice shaky but determined and admits, “I… I can’t focus when you’re this close. You’re so pretty and smart… it’s driving me crazy.” You tease him a little, but when you see how genuinely worked up and sincere he is, you decide to give your sweet student exactly what he’s been fantasizing about. It starts slow and tender. Pulling him in for a kiss that turns hungry fast, his hands trembling as they slide under your shirt. Jeongin is eager and a little clumsy with excitement, but so responsive, whimpering softly when you straddle his lap on the couch, grinding against him while you guide his hands to your body. He’s vocal in the cutest way, moaning “Noona… fuck, you feel so good” as you ride him, his pretty fox-like eyes half-lidded and glassy with pleasure. He tries so hard to last, gripping your hips with those long fingers, thrusting up into you with needy, desperate strokes while burying his face in your neck. When he cums, it’s with a broken whine of your name, holding onto you like you might disappear. Afterward, he’s adorably shy and clingy, hiding his red face against your chest, asking in a small voice if he can still come for lessons… and if maybe next time you can teach him even more.

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[sweetrabbit]

hahaha i only ever come back to tumblr every break, sorry to those who were looking forward to my bill fic, it ws the acad break boredom

[eyisy]

Slowly Falling

Genre, Where readers and seungmins dislike for each other turns into love, reader runs a strict program and everyone’s bullying Seungmin lol, he’s kind of an ass though so it’s okay, a little bit of angst at the start, one death joke, reader is feeling like she’s going through the trenches for a while, also plays hard to get, lots of fluff at the end Screen Shot Count 25

[ note. ] Aaand it’s finally done I really hope you guys enjoyed it cause I know I did (I might do a part three that’s just fluff cause I didn’t manage to fit as much as I wanted here due to the image limit so please lmk if you’d like that !!)

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me seeing only 3 shin from dorohedoro fanfictions

[sweetrabbit]

are people still into bill denbrough? i kinda have a fic idea but im trying to find the time to write it

[sweetrabbit]

LOL sorry guys i started school and got busy.. sorry to bring your hopes up..

[sweetrabbit]

are people still into bill denbrough? i kinda have a fic idea but im trying to find the time to write it