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Crybaby: Felix
Summary: Things don't turn out the way you expected when the boy with the angel smile takes you home. (Dacryphilia for Kinktober 2025)
Warnings: noncon, kidnapping, dacryphilia, piss kink,
Word Count: 1K
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he'd seemed so nice at the bar, with an angel smile and a voice low enough to make your toes curl. he bought you a drink, you kissed the corner of his mouth. he asked you to go home with him, you said yes. you were expecting a night of romance...
... what you were not expecting was to be stripped of your clothing the second he got you alone, a symphony of snapping threads and shredded fabric. you barely had time to scream before he'd shoved your torn panties into your mouth to muffle your sounds, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he carried you down to the basement, giving your now bare ass hearty slaps and laughing cruelly every time you tried to scream.
he's like a completely different person now, throwing you down onto the dirty mattress, laughing at your bouncing tits as you try to scramble away. he catches you by the ankle, dragging you back down the bed easily before straddling your waist, pinning you in place with his thighs. you sob with fear, wondering where the soft angel boy from earlier disappeared to.
"hush now pretty thing, don't cry..." he coos at you, trailing his thumb over your cheeks, collecting your tears before sucking the digit into his mouth, moaning erotically like your distress is the sweetest nectar. he gives you a wicked grin, moving to lick the salt directly from your face, his tongue warm and wet in a way that makes you tingle despite the horror of your situation.
" actually..." his grin stretches into something else, something half mad and sadistic. "cry more." he leans down to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it in a feather soft kiss "it’s making me hard."
he spends the next few hours playing rough with your body—yanking on your nipples and clit, twisting and biting your tits, biting your clit, slapping your face lightly before putting you over his knee and spanking you within an inch of your life... he seems to really get off on humiliating you, pulling your tongue out of your mouth and spitting on it, laughing at your tears as he forces you to swallow.
after a few hours though, you run out of tears, just lying there limply on the dirty mattress like a broken doll. he doesn't like that, slapping your face a little harder, trying to get a pain reaction more than anything else. he wants to see you cry.
you see the moment he has the idea, the cruel smirk and eyes flickering with something like mischief, but much more sinister. he moves to straddle your chest this time, undoing his belt and sloooowly dragging down his zipper while your tired and cry-swollen eyes widen with apprehension. thinking he wants a blow job, and wondering how the hell you'll fit that monster in your mouth as he reveals the heavy slug of his cock. but a blow job is not what he has in mind.
he grins wickedly, taking his thick but limp cock in his hand and aiming it at your face, the tip almost touching your lips...
"well if you won't cry, i guess i better find another way to make your face wet..."
you find that you are able to cry again, your tears mixing with his warm and bitter piss as he pisses all over your face, grinning that angel smile the whole time.
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Like a Jigsaw: Han Jisung
Summary: alien Jisung kidnaps you to learn about the human body (for nipple clamps and alien abduction, Kinktober 2025)
Warnings: kidnapping, noncon, restraints, exploration of the human body
Word Count: 1K
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Jisung comes from an asexual reproductive species, so while the idea of pleasure isn't new to him (otherwise what would be the point in having so many tentacles) his species don't have different genders and genitalia.
Jisung had always wanted his own human plaything, and that was before he discovered porn. it was easy enough to hack into the earthling's networks, and he soon grew fascinated with the way being touched in certain places made humans squeal and squelch and moan. how their bodys fit together like jigsaw pieces...
so, when the others aren't looking, he snags a ship and sneaks away from the colony. he assumes a human form from some kpopstar he sees on a poster, and goes hunting for a plaything. you.
of course you said yes when your ultimate bias asks you on a date. at first he's all shy and sweet one moment, all big eyes and pouty lips and stuttered questions about 'do you wanna get out of here'... but once he's got you alone, he completely switches. looking at you like you're something to eat. no, something to... disecct. and as he goes to kiss you, with a strange and menacing look in his eyes, you faint.
you wake up strapped to a table, naked and spread under clinical lighting. you're alone with no idea how you got here, in this strange metallic room. you scream.
Jisung thinks your screams sound so pretty. he decided to stay in the human form he'd adopted to catch you, because to his delight it was the type that came with the closest things human's had to a tentacle, and while it was much shorter and firmer than his normal ones he was still looking forward to playing with it. and with you.
he wasn't fussy with what type of human he caught, but he is secretly pleased to find out you're the type that takes the human-tentacle. though Jisung definitely could've had fun with two human tentacles cuz all humans have holes somewhere.
he's even happier when he discovers how sensitive the globes on your chest are—nice and squishy, soft and round, with cute little coloured tips that seem to be extra sensitive. they quickly become his favourite part of you, even more than the fun wet place between your legs. he was planning to see how many tentacles he could fit in your holes, but the way you flinch away when he plays with your—breasts? yeah, that's the word—makes him hyper focus on those teats.
you start to cry as Jisung plays with your nipples, seeming fascinated at your different reactions. the way you try and keep all your sounds in, and the harder you try to stay quiet the harder he tries to make you loud. pulling and twisting and flicking, making you whine and moan and twist and shout. begging him to stop as you feel the coil of pleasure heating your belly...
and then he pinches both of them, hard, at the same time and... you squirt.
he loves that. starts babbling to himself in a language you don't understand as he rummages around the room , looking for something that you're sure only promises more humiliation as you lay there in a pile of your own juices and humiliation. you're surprised he doesn't bother to look between your legs, to inspect your puffy pussy and the slickness covering your lower half, but instead he seems hyperfocused on finding something to play with your nipples.
he grins wickedly at you when he finds what he's looking for, scuttling back to you and dangling two shiny pretty things at you. if you didn't know better you'd say those were... nipple clamps?
they are nipple clamps, and they hurt. you don't know what kind of alien material they're made of, but some how they're hot and cold at the same time, vibrating on and off, twisting themselves around your poor teats...
and Jisung? Jisung is having the best time, jerking his human tentacle in one hand while he shoves one of his real tentacles down your throat, pumping it back and forth the way he's seen humans do in the dirty films he's been watching. he thinks you look beautiful, your mascara running with tears and your lipstick smudged around his tentacle and your legs shaking from another orgasm as he uses another tentacle to suck on your clit...
his favourite parts are still your tits though, now that he's half given up on his human disguise and is using his tentacles to bind your body, wrapping them around your tits and squeezing so they stand out more. yanking on your nipple clamps and feeling the delicious vibrations as you try and scream around the tentacle fucking your face...
you're on the verge of another forced orgasm when Jisung cums through his human cock, experiencing his first human orgasm. as the sticky white sticks to his hand, he realises what's just happened and looks at your face with an evil gleam. he doesn't stop fucking your throat as he smears his cum over your pretty, puffy-cried face, smearing it really good so it covers your cheeks like moisturiser.
you try and flinch and pull away, but all that does is egg him on further. he uses more tentacles to spread your legs further and bend them up, almost folding you in half as he kneels in front of you, lining his human cock with your exposed pussy.
he gives your sore nipples one last strong tug before he starts to bully his human tentacle—his cock—into you. you try to protest, you try to scream. but what you actually do is cum, gushing over han's thick cock as he starts to fuck you deep and creamy, murmuring to himself
"like a jigsaw..."
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No Escape Prequel: HyunChan x f!Reader (Kinktober 2025)
Summary: Waking after meeting two hot strangers at a bar
Warnings: kidnapping, noncon, bondage
Word Count: 0.2K
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Your arms ache.
That’s your first thought as you come to, vision blurry and head thumping from whatever they slipped you. Your arms ache… Which is no wonder, considering you’ve been strung up by them–bound like a bunny for slaughter. They’ve tied your wrists tied too-tightly, binding them together and attaching them to another rope looped over a hook in the ceiling, stretching you so high that your tippy-toes barely reach the floor.
They’ve taken your clothes. Stripped you bare while you were unconscious, and probably having a good fondle of your soft places before they strung you up like this. Bare. Vulnerable. Helpless.
The ropes rubbing your wrists raw are nothing compared to the crotch rope they’ve forced on you–coarse and scratchy, and cutting into your clit, the constant pressure making your your cunt throb as it lubes itself, getting wet in a desperate attempt to ease the discomfort, when in actuality all it does is add to your humiliation.
They’d seemed so nice, at the bar. You didn’t ask about their dynamic, you were so flattered that two handsome strangers were taking an interest in you that you ignored the sirens screaming in your head when they started looking at you like a piece of meat they couldn’t wait to sink their teeth into...
You should’ve listened to mommy’s advice about never letting a stranger buy you drinks.
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Tour Bus Whores: OT8
Summary: what's in store for the "lucky" fans who end up on the stray kids tour bus.
Warnings: kidnapping/coercion, noncon, sexual humiliation, small breast insecurities taken advantage of, mother/daughter getting fucked at the same time, big bust titfucking, virgin breaking, breeding, bukkake, gloryholes
Word Count: 1.5K
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going on tour with skz, three rules must be obeyed.
number one: every member brings a 'guest'. number two: every guest signs an nda. number three: what happens on the tour bus, stays on the tour bus. the third rule always makes the boys laugh, at the double use of their fandom name. who are these essential guests? the answer is simple: the tour bus whores.
some are willing, at least at first. some are tricked. some are drugged—a tactic reserved for caught saesangs and ex girlfriends. however they got there, the end results are always the same: ruined holes, teary eyelashes, and cum everywhere. leaking out of every orifice, splattered over pretty faces, smeared over tits and asses like it's the finest moisturiser.
the clean up costs are sky high, and the ndas? water tight. unbreakable, unlike the poor women stumbling out of the bus after a long day's ride. with cum seeping through their ripped panties and bruises on their shaking thighs. it's not all forced orgasms and degradation though—some of them get back on, and some of them don't even get off–too busy being stuffed full of cock and cum. others stumble home with broken hearts and hymens, tearing down their stray kids posters and crying themselves to sleep. but that's their fault for not reading the paperwork.
each member has a different preference. some are simple, like changbin: he just wants a warm hole warming his cock while he naps. a nice fat ass or dripping wet pussy, he doesn't care as long as it's not too tight—as the member with the fattest cock and the least amount of patience, and he can't be bothered to break in a new bitch every time. the sobbing and whining makes it hard to sleep.
the sunshine twins like to share, not just their birthday's but their sadistic streak too. their latest obsession is to find a willing victim with small tits—the more insecure about it the better. they'll lure them onto the bus with sweet words and soft kisses, reassurances and affirmations and gentle touches to necks and waists.
but once their conquest is on the bus? the switch is immediate—protests ignored as they tear her clothes off, stripping her to the skin while the other members jeer and mock. they'll spend the ride experimenting: encouraging her breasts to grow by 'any means necessary', which means slapping and biting them until they're swollen, and then sucking on her nipples until they're red raw and puffy. they won't stop until she runs out of tears, her poor tits swollen and sore and her self worth shattered. then the switch flips again, and they turn into the sweetest boys—settling down on either side of her and cuddling her close, each taking a nipple to suckle on as they nap for the rest of the ride.
2min are another pair who like to share, though they want two bodies rather than one. they're preference? mother and daughter pairs—18+ only of course. fangirls who dragged mommy to a concert and now she's secretly a stay too—the classic sexually unfulfilled housewife, watching thirst trap reels and rubbing one out every night while her husband snores beside her.
seungmin likes to take the mothers, cooing softly as he worships their sagging tits and licks over their stretch marks. he's always gentle, so gentle, mixing his sweet affirmations of their beauty with harsh comparisons to their daughter's bodies—look at these breasts, so soft and saggy compared to your daughter's tight tits, fuck i love mommy's milk bags. the mixed messages get them confused, the praise making their pussies drip while the degradation making them burn with shame. they're so confused they don't realise seungmin has been adding fingers inside them until he's fucking them with his whole fist. fuck, i love your pussy, so loose and ruined...
minho likes to make the daughters watch, licking the tears off their cheeks as they watch their mommies get violated. he likes to gag them with panties, either their mother's or their own. though of course he prefers making them suck on mommy's knickers, but it depends which are more soaked with pussy juice. the important thing is the daughters can't call for mommy as he preps their anuses for a pounding with two stern fingers and cool-burn lube. sometimes he'll give them a proper figging—a stem of ginger shoved up inside their unwilling hole while he spanks their bottoms tender. other times he takes them raw, holding them by the jaw so that they meet mommy's eyes as he fucks their tight rosebuds into sore, sloppy holes.
hyunjin is greedy. one slut is never enough—he needs at least three. he demands to be smothered in tits with a hot mouth on his cock, greedily sucking and switching different nipples while each hand is knuckle deep in some whore's pulsing twat. he wants to be covered in pussy juice while they fight over his cock, begging for his cum like he's some kind of god while he's tongue deep in a puffy cunt. it's become even easier with his ambassadorships—now he comes back from every event with a new snooty model or stuck up actress, the ones looking to use him to climb higher up the social ladder. he doesn't care. they all look the same when they squirt.
jeongin's MO is to find the noona with the biggest chest and seduce her with his shy maknae act—all smiley eyes and shy head dips, luring them in with a false sense of security before getting his fingers wet and making them forget their own name. he might only be one year younger than his hyungs, but his recovery rate puts them all to shame. his lucky noona will be treated to orgasm after bone shattering orgasm until she's begging him to stop, and only then will jeongin take what he really wants—a nice solid tit fuck. for him there's nothing better than seeing his cock thrusting between two glorious breasts, so big they're spilling out from his fingers and he squeezes them and ruts against them. the best noonas stick their tongues out to lick his tip, and all of them end up with his jizz on their faces.
bang chan's preference is virgins. railing them raw and breeding them deep, thumbing their clits while they're stretched out on his cock and teaching them what a real orgasm feels like. sometimes he'll pick a new one after each show, point them out to security to invite them backstage so he can get them alone and sweet talk them out of their panties. the concert's not over until at least one pussy is filled with his hot cum. other times, when he finds a girl he really likes, he'll keep her for the whole tour—fucking her full and deep until her tight cunt has memorised each curve and vein of his fat dick. his own perfectly moulded cocksleeve. he can fuck other sluts too, bit no one else is allowed to touch his girl. leader privileges.
bang chan doesn't hog all the virgins though. tour always starts with a time honoured tradition—the virgin sacrifices. what better way to celebrate opening night by opening some pretty legs, working through the post concert adrenaline by breaking a few hymens. like bang chan always said: you're not a real mad until you've had blood on your sword. it truly is a night of debauchery—creampie after creampie, bukkake after bukkake, until the girls are covered in more cum than sweat. picking them up and passing them around, sharing and caring using all their holes for pleasure. the first girl to squirt gets a special prize—anything she wants. some want merch, some want phone numbers... but a lot of them just want to sit on han jisung's face again.
not forgetting the most important seat on the tour bus: the seat of honour. though it's not really a seat at all... more of a glorified gloryhole.
it's located in the middle seat of the bench at the back of the bus. raised on a higher platform slightly so that it–and its unlucky occupant—are always on full display. few participants go there willingly. it's mostly a punishment, saved for saesangs and bitchy ex girlfriends, drunk or drugged or otherwise unable to protest. it's a bit of a fuss getting them in—opening the compartment and fixing their legs to the spreader bar, lifting their hips and securing them in place so that their whole ass and hips are poking up through the hole in the seat—exposing their privates completely while keeping the rest of them locked under the chair.
it's jeongin's favourite place to be—sitting to the side and playing with the anonymous pussy. spreading the lips and pinching the clit, seeing how many things he can stuff in the unwilling holes until muffled sobs can be heard from under the seat cushions. and on the last day of tour, the seat of honour is rewarded by getting thoroughly bred—each of the members taking turns to fuck it into a sloppy gape, bruised and red and leaking cum all over the seat.
so if you get invited, go on tour with stray kids. it’s not an experience you'll forget.
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I Do Believe In Fairies: Han Jisung
Summary: Jisung finds a fairy and keeps her in a jar.
Warnings: yandere, noncon, size kink, dacryphillia, forced stripping/dressing up, captured/kidnapped darling
Word Count: 1.1K
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Jisung had always believed in fairies.
Back when he was younger, the other boys had mocked him for it. Only girls believed in fairies. The bullying got worse as he grew up. Fairy this, fairy that, and usually in the most derogatory sense. But Jisung didn't care. Why should he? He didn't fit in anyway, so why would he bother pretending?
Besides, it was funny as they all got older and discovered porn. How they thought they were shaming him by stuffing his locker full of fairy hentai, and spamming his socials with fairy porn. It just meant less time wasted on Google, and more time with his hand down his pants.
His only wish would be for them to send him less Tinkerbell. She seemed bratty and bitchy in the Disney film, and while maybe it would be satisfying to put her in her place–in his fist, her arms and legs wrapped around his cock, crying as she tried to take his leaking tip up her tiny ass–Jisung preferred a softer type. And he found one, in you.
He couldn't believe his luck when he found you. You'd been napping in a rose, the silky soft petals cool against your skin as you basked in the sunlight. You thought you were hidden. You thought you were safe. You were wrong.
At first he thought he was hallucinating. That you were one of his horny daydreams come to life. But then you made the sweetest little moan in your sleep, a sound so pretty he knows his perverted mind could never come up with on its own.
You must've been having a naughty dream, because one of your tiny hands slid under your even tinier skirt, the fabric rustling almost imperceptibly as you began to touch yourself intimately. Maybe Jisung could've resisted, but when you started humping into your hand your tiny, perfect tits fell out of your dress and he just had to have you.
Really, touching yourself like that in public. You were asking for it, really. Besides, you could've escaped, if fate had wanted you to–you had plenty of time while Jisung went back to his house to find an appropriate vessel to keep you in. But you were still at it when he returned with a jam jar, a few tiny holes carefully poked in the lid by the prick of a pin while you fucked your fingers dreaming about tiny fairy prick.
Really, it was meant to be. You didn't even struggle when he picked you up, his large fingers so careful as he scooped you into his palm. You were confused at first, dragged out of your dreams at the very cusp of an orgasm only to find yourself swiftly deposited into your new, cold prison.
Of course you panicked when you realised you'd been caught. You beat the glass with your tiny hands, screaming at him as loud as you could to let you go. But even when you cursed him out with the filthiest swear words you knew, he just giggled at you through the glass.
No matter what you said, to his human hearing your tiny fairy voice sounded like windchimes on a spring day. Besides, even if he could understand you, he was far too distracted by watching your tiny breasts bounce.Your outrage quickly wilted into despair, your soft soul unable to deal with feelings as big as anger.
Everyone knows that fairies are so small that they can only feel one emotion at once. And Jisung wants you to feel good. At least he does most of the time.
Sometimes he thinks about filling you jar. Jerking off into it repeatedly, giving you a nice sticky cum shower every few hours until you're stuck up to your knees in his jizz. Up to your waist. Fuck, even up to your pretty neck.
He wants to see you swim in it.
But he can’t risk damaging his prize possession. Which is why he's always so careful not to break you–he never treats you like the Tinkerbell of his fantasies. Never pulls your little titties too hard, never tries force your pretty face into his urethra until you're choking on his precum.
Never shoves his finger up your tiny ass, though he does make you bend over and spread yourself so he can look at your tiny puckered rosebud. He likes to joke that its favourite flower, other than the one he plucked you from.
No, he's never rough with you. Instead, he's gentle as he flips up your skirt and peels down your tiny panties–new ones that he bought from a specialty doll store online. It must be a very specific kind of online store, because standard Barbies–not that you knew what a Barbie was–definitely don't come with crotchless panties and bejewelled thongs.
You'd never worn a g-string before, and you squeaked with displeasure the first time he forced it on you–pulling it up tightly over your hips, teasing your tiny pussylips until they were poking out either side.
But your embarrassment quickly faded as he gently stroked over your pussy with the tip of his finger. So, so gently, tickling that coil of pleasure in your belly until it burst and you sprayed your pretty slick all over his hand.
He is always gentle. He even moisturises his hands first, to make them extra soft and moist, lubing them up so that he doesn't cause any damage when he touches your pretty parts.
He did have to clip your wing though. Just the one, as much as the asymmetry upsets him. But this way there's no chance of you learning to rebalance yourself enough to fly. There's no escape for you.
Sometimes you get sad, when you've gone without cumming long enough for your post orgasm fuzzy head to clear and you finally remember you're a prisoner. And as much as it turns Jisung on, seeing you cry, he'd rather keep you happy and sweet.
Luckily those thoughts fade after a few orgasms, and it only takes a little encouragement to get you riding his tongue. Smearing it in your sparkly slick that tickles like sweet sherbet as he licks you through another orgasm.
Sometimes he thinks about the guys who used to bully him. If only they could see him now. See you. But they never will. Your Jisung's pretty secret, and he doesn't like sharing.
Though, perhaps if he could find another fairy... a male one. He'd love to see your tiny cunt stretched out over a pretty elf prick. Maybe more than one. A little fairy gangbang, the stuff of his horny teenage daydreams.
And that's why Jisung always stops to smell the roses. Because he's not smelling them at all.
He's looking for your friends.
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