The latest Chan-pter has got me barking and howling in bed, SO good!
I think you get every member spot on with my interpretation of how they’d be (get out of my brain! No don’t actually pls it’s a wonderful coincidence).
Just a little request if/when you have time/energy/desire to write something, members who would be most up for some kind of primal/creepy/kidnapping/chase and pursuit role plays?
(If you don’t want to answer this or don’t have the time dw at all! 🩷)
(This post talks a LOT about consensual non-consent! In detail!)
Chan-pter HAHAHAHA I’m so glad you liked it, thank you!!! 🥰🥰
Noooo I can’t leave your brain!! Where else will I source my characterization!!!!!
Wait wait wait wait this is so fun— Okay wait I should link to previous posts before I get too excited! In this post I mention that basically everyone is into primal play by nature of this universe; and in this post, on question 4 “Are there rituals or ceremonies connected to or associated with bonding?”, I talk about mating runs as a form of edgeplay — based on a traditional in-universe mating event, but effectively transformed into kind of a cnc-leaning chase/pursuit kink event in the modern day.
I don’t necessarily think everyone in RONverse ever would be down for a mating run level chase/pursuit scene (like from our NPC cast, Soohyun probably wouldn’t go for it). However, all of our boys would 😊 Double thumbs up from everyone for primal + chase/pursuit scenes!
But OOHHHH creepy scenes, kidnapping scenes, fearplay turned up to eleven — yes yes yes okay I am so into this, let me think (can you tell this ask is going straight from my noggin to my keyboard). I think for these we would need an overwhelming enthusiasm for relatively extreme fearplay, roleplay, AND edgeplay, which leads me to………. (….drum roll……….🥁🥁🥁)
Lino and Han! Three cheers for the perverts (complimentary) of the day!!! 🥳
(🛑We’re talking about relatively extreme kink below! If you don’t like consensual non-consent and other edgeplay, turn back now!! I mean it, for real!!! Seriously!!!!!!🛑)
Runner ups/guys who I think check most but not all of the boxes:
Hyunjin: less into extreme fearplay; really enthusiastic about the concept but there is a threshold of how genuinely scared you can seem before he gets sad, even if he's pretty sure you're still into it. Depends a lot on his mood that day. More likely to roleplay like, a vampire creeping into your window and ravishing you
Seungmin: has trouble committing to the roleplay element and also prone to pretty bad dom drop, so this kind of thing is a big commitment. Maybe easier with another dominating party?
I.N: scary good at it but he's mostly doing it for you; likes it, but doesn't have the blind, feral enthusiasm of minsung in this area
Some more thoughts on this topic; I’m doing more kidnapping for Lino and more creepy for Han 🫶
Lino (cnc, abduction play, car sex, bondage, playfighting, spitting):
For Lino I think a lot of it is the anticipation — it’s like an extension of teasing but more extreme? Like you talk about the fantasy, you outline what you like, you give a go ahead, and then you just… wait. And wait. And days pass, and you’re jumping at shadows and overthinking if you’re overly attached to the clothes you’re wearing and feeling your heartbeat speed every time someone drives by. And then you go home and Minho is just… normal. Coming home from work, eating dinner with you, teasing you when you stare, eyes curved, voice lilting — “Need something?”
And maybe you start to think it isn’t actually going to happen any time soon; maybe he’s too busy, maybe there just isn’t the time. Maybe you start to relax. Maybe you stop jumping at shadows.
Minho texts you one night asking you to check for a package; it isn’t outside the front door. He asks you to check the lobby; it isn’t there either. He asks you to check outside — and you go, unsuspecting if a little concerned, because your boyfriend never asks you to do stuff like this, not to go out alone and certainly not at night and certainly not in your pajamas. Not with how protective he is.
There isn’t even a car to hear — you feel the hand first, wrapped tight around your upper arm, wrenching you background. Instinctively, you open your mouth to scream — only for the stranger’s other arm to wrap around your front, palm flat over your lips.
“Screaming already?” a familiar voice asks, sweet and lilting and dangerous. “Save your voice, kitty. It won’t help you here.”
And even as your heart tries to throw itself out of your chest and your knees go weak and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end — you all but collapse into Minho’s arms.
You don’t actually want anyone to think he’s kidnapping you for real, so you wait to put up more of a fight until you’re in the car, protected by nighttime and tinted windows and the private parking garage. Then you do fight — viciously, kicking and elbowing as Minho laughs and ties you down.
It kind of depends on the day if he gets you to a secondary location or not. You learn to make pretty good use of the car’s backseat, even though it pulls your shoulders painfully when he ties your wrists to the grab handles on the ceiling.
When you snap your teeth, he just shoves his thumb between them with a slow hum.
“If you thrash anymore, you might dislocate your shoulder,” he says, eyes curving over his plain black face mask with a simple, sadistic joy. “Do you think I’ll stop just because you hurt yourself?”
You bite — not hard enough to seriously injure, but hard enough to sting. Minho just laughs, prying your jaw apart and spitting in your mouth.
You spit it right back, but like this — back to the door, arms stretched straight above you and legs pinned under his knees — it just lands on your chest, bare where he’d cut your t-shirt open down the center.
Minho hums again, smearing your own spit across your heaving chest.
“Keep fighting,” he says sweetly. “I’ll break you in.”
You knee him in the ribs; he ties your legs open.
Han (cnc; stalking, date-rape, and infidelity roleplay; bondage, salirophilia):
Hannie likes an easier, less risky scene of a home invasion — chasing you through the house, or creeping into your bedroom, watching you shower through a crack in the door.
But I also think he’d go for more elaborate things: pretending to have met you online, meeting up at a bar, going to a hotel with him. He’s funny and charming and a little nervous: looking at you a little too long, hands fidgeting, not quite able to touch you like you aren’t about to hook up. Maybe you take the lead and maybe you tease him; and you don’t think anything of it when he excuses himself to the bathroom the moment you get to the room, figuring he just needs a second to calm down.
Then his phone lights up on the nightstand, and you swear his lockscreen is a photo of you. A candid photo. One you don’t think you’ve ever seen before.
The bathroom door opens before you can make sense of it, and by the time you look back, the phone screen is dark. You think: maybe it was nothing. You think that would be crazy, assuming it was a photo of you; you couldn’t even see your face. Jisung didn’t even know your name until you met up tonight; there’s no way he could have gotten a photo of you. Maybe you look like his ex. Don’t be weird.
Still, when he meanders back towards you, you’re a little on edge. Maybe he knows that, because things take a quick turn after that.
It’s like a switch has been flipped: suddenly, Jisung is a whirlwind, kissing you into the bed, not stopping when you say, “Wait.” You don’t know where he got the handcuffs; you didn’t even realize he had them until your wrists are behind your back.
Jisung wants you scared and messy: ripping your clothes, smearing your lipstick, shoving a ring gag into your mouth just to watch saliva drip down your chin. He wants you to fight and exhaust yourself and he moans when you start crying, mascara running down your cheeks.
“Hey angel,” he mumbles in your ear, petting your hair like he isn’t shoving your face down into a pillow; and you can smell yourself on his breath from when he’d made you come on his tongue over and over. “You know, I was curious about something.”
At this point, you’re too exhausted to move, lying prone on your front, barely able to do more than whine when he finally, finally positions himself at your entrance.
There’s an edge in Jisung’s voice, sharp and electric. “You like to meet up with strangers for sex,” he says. “Does your boyfriend know?”
Even if you weren’t gagged, there’s no time to respond. Said boyfriend has no sooner finished speaking than he’s thrusting inside you in one mean stroke.
