as of 15th july, i'll be on hiatus/on a break. still contemplating quitting writing and posting because i have totally lost all my confidence. but my inbox will still be open and i'll read through messages, and i will still use tumblr to read fics and like stuff . . . everybody is welcome to dm me in my inbox off anon . theres still many requests i want to write slowly. or rather, theres so many stuff that i'm done writing, but my fingers just can't click on the 'post' button no matter what . . it's like a psychological barrier. maybe one day when i feel better i'll post them :) thank you for reading my blog up till now
this is a nsfw/dead dove/dark content blog, please do not interact if below 18+ and if you do not like dark content. other than fics, i also reblog dark content
i am born in 2000
i write mainly for &team, but i am open to writing for riize's anton/sungchan and nct wish's riku/sakuya. english is not my native language so there might be some mistakes/errors. everything is by default fem reader!
✘won't write - ageplay, scat, raceplay, necro, male reader, ddlg, idol member x idol reader, reader is 10th member of &team, mommy kink, minors
✔︎will write - most dead dove elements except the ones i state i won't write, sfw, fluff, angst
❤︎personally like - stalking, coercion, gaslighting/manipulation, mindbreak, domestic violence, non con, gunplay/knifeplay, ed related
requests are always open
feel free to send anything in my inbox, requests, ideas, thoughts, criticism/tips/or even just randomly chatting about idols or topics. happy reading!
𑣲𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
&team
stalker fuma
coworker fuma
drugdealer bf yuma
boyfriend jo
yuma ignores your safeword
russian roulette nico
twin taki
sh enabler yuma
sh enabler yuma ii
office harem — nico | ej | yuma | jo | taki | yudai
suicidal!caleb but he can’t kill himself because he has to protect his mei mei from ever and the only time he feels alive is when she’s riding him and they’re both high off sedatives and whispering about how much they love each other and how scared they are to be separated again and there’s way too much creampie involved……….
tags - stalking, mean dom taki mmm, taki is just nasty lol, taki uses ur toy on u, taki is very forceful, dubcon
this was a request!! hope u all enjoy! i know i enjoyed writing hehe! literally giggled when i read this request so i hope i did the idea justice
also prob my last post for a few days (╥‸╥) im currently having to work overtime and i have a concert coming up so im gonna be super busy:/ will be posting more soon tho!! still have a few requests to get to! pls know if u sent one i will be working on it!!!! feeling super overwhelmed with work/life ughhh
your parents had recently left for a vacation. they were going on a month-long cruise leaving you to take care of your younger sister all by yourself despite your protesting.
you were sitting in a cafe, complaining to your friend about your predicament, when taki overheard. he was one of your classmates, but you had never spoken to him. you barely knew he existed, but he knew you. he offered to help, telling you he was very experienced with children. you were hesitant, but eventually accepted. he was also the cheapest option, as you were a broke college student and your parents didn’t leave you much money before they departed.
taki would watch your younger sister while you were at work. you were grateful he was so willing to accommodate your unusual work schedule. you often worked late nights, so he would be the one to put your sister to bed.
over the few weeks he babysat her, you grew closer to him. you had never seen your sister so loving towards someone new, so you trusted him.
one night after putting her to bed, taki snuck up to your bedroom, as he still had two more hours to pass before you got home. he had been watching you for months, waiting for his chance to pounce.
at first, he just looked around, not wanting to mess with anything, fearing you would notice.
each day he was at your house he grew bolder. touching your items, going through your drawers, looking at each and every pair of your panties.
he would go through your dirty laundry, or your trash, stealing whatever he thought you wouldn’t miss. he was obsessed with your used panties, using them to jerk off, and covering them in his cum before throwing them back in your hamper knowing you would most likely touch them.
some nights when he was feeling especially brave, he would crawl on your bed, grabbing your stuffed teddy bear that you hugged every night, and use it to pleasure himself. his veiny cock rubbing against the soft fur, spilling his hot cum onto the poor toy. he would “try” to clean it, but the idea of you hugging the cum soaked bear excited him more than he would care to admit.
taki hated leaving your house, he loved the smell, more specifically the scent of you. he would wait outside your house after he “left” ducking behind the bushes and watching you through your window. he loved watching you go to sleep while holding your teddy bear. it made him feel closer to you.
as your parents vacation neared the end, he wanted more, not knowing when he would be able to be inside your house again. he went through the depths of your closet, finding a small box hidden away in the corner. he had never noticed this before, so it piqued his interest.
he pulled it out, carefully taking the lid off, shocked at the contents. taki had never expected you to be the type of person to have these sorts of toys. his mind went crazy, his body felt like it was on fire. he couldn’t hold back anymore.
as soon as you got home, he cornered you, his muscular arms caging you. you felt so small. your mind went blank as you noticed your toy in his hand. it was unmistakable, your pink vibrator you used all the time.
“you’re such a slut, aren’t you? touching yourself with this,” he said as he shoved the toy in your face, waiting for your response.
your mouth opened, but nothing came out. “cat got your tongue?” he laughed.
you tried moving, hoping to pretend this never happened.
“you're not going anywhere, not until you admit you're a dirty slut,” he mocked, making you repeat his words.
warmth pooled low in your belly, your panties soaked. you had never expected taki to be this rough.
he grabbed your arm, dragged you into your bedroom, and forced you to strip. you complied, feeling embarrassed. he nearly drooled as his hands pawed at your body. you instinctively tried covering, his hands slapped yours away, leaving you exposed to him.
he shoved you onto your bed, your back hitting your messy sheets. taki followed, climbing on your bed, his knee holding one of your legs in place as one of his large hands easily held both of your wrists down.
you whined and squirmed as he teased you. your body jerked as he pressed the vibrator to your thighs, your hips, your lower stomach, anywhere but where you craved.
“you look so cute like this, all needy like the whore you are,” as he finally touched you where you needed. the vibration sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. your nerves were on fire.
“‘s too much—“ you whined, as he laughed watching your body jerk and twitch. you had never got off this fast by yourself.
taki kept going on about you being so “pathetic” and so “cute,” while still pinning you down, making you to take everything.
your orgasm hit you fast, your vision turned white, unholy noises escaped your lips, your ears rang. you soaked your sheets, while an amused taki forced you to take more than you could handle.
taki only stopped when your body went limp. the sweet, caring boy you knew returning to take care of you after the mess he created.
a/n - as soon as he sent this photo i haaad to write something.. its pretty short but i hope u all enjoy! will be posting some more within the next few days! (hopefully..)
you were standing in the kitchen making dinner waiting on maki to get home. you glanced up as soon as you heard the door click, your jaw nearly hitting the floor when you caught sight of him.
his toned arms glistened, his thin black tank clung to his abs perfectly. his shorts ended mid thigh, exposing his muscular thighs. sweat dripped from his defined jaw. your body immediately felt hot, warmth pooling in your lower abdomen. you squeezed your thighs together, craving relief.
you watched as he slipped off his shoes and walked over to the couch, going on about his workout and not noticing you following right behind him.
he leaned back on the sofa, his legs spread. your head was spinning. you needed him.
“you wanna sit?” maki looked up at you with knowing eyes. you nodded, raising your skirt. you moved your soaked panties to the side, hovering on top of his thigh. his hand ghosting your waist, guiding you down. your palms lay flat on his chest, keeping yourself steady as you lowered.
you whimpered as soon as your pussy hit his sweaty thigh. maki watched you with a mean smirk, as his hands firmly grasped your hips as you began to grind.
“fuckk you look so pretty like this,” he let out a low laugh, forcing you to go faster. the grip on your body tightened, almost bruising. the room was filled with your needy moans, as your slick cunt grinded against his thigh.
you were humping him like a needy puppy, your face buried in his chest as embarrassment hit. maki stayed silent, his mind fixated on how you became so dumb so quick for him.
you felt your orgasm building, your mind felt fuzzy. the coil tightening low in your belly, drool spilled from your lips, covering his tank, as you rutted against his defined muscles faster. your body kept grinding into him, wet noises barely audible.
the coil finally snapped, your body twitched, tears formed in your eyes from the intense pleasure. maki held your shaking body, slowing you as you came down from your high, a mixture of cum and sweat coating his leg.
trigger warnings dead dove do not eat pseudo sibling incest, smut, humiliation, corruption kink, noncon/dubcon, sub euijoo
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euijoo was the perfect stepson. your mother remarried his father, and the four of you started living together. your mother always praised how perfect, and kind, reliable he is. he was the image of a perfect child that every asian parent wanted. he had a good job, was filial and helpful, and didn't cause problems. it suddenly felt that you had competition at this ripe adult age. and it got under your skin, feeling threatened by him.
really, it's odd. you're all adults here, yet your mother is praising him like he's a little child. or rather— a son she always wanted but never had.
"euijoo did the dishes without being told" or "euijoo's so hardworking and sweet"
you hated it. how his usually wide, bright eyes would crinkle when he smiled. how he would bow his head shyly. how he would let out that ingratiating, humble laugh when your mother complimented him. you hated your mother for giving attention to him instead of to you.
"not at all, mom…" he would reply with blushed cheeks.
who the hell does he think he is?
you wanted to destroy him.
.
you watched him for days, then weeks, months… never being cordial to him, much less friendly. his attempts to get closer to you were in vain. every 'good morning' went unanswered, and every chore he did for you, for example, ironing your clothes, or carrying your groceries, was met with coldness and a no 'thank you' at all (which led to your mother reprimanding you for being rude). euijoo didn't mind, bowing his head meekly. he thought you just needed time to warm up to him.
he catches you, staring at him sometimes. at dinner when you would wrap a tongue around the fork, licking it for a second longer than a normal person would, your tongue darting and wetting the utensil. how obscene. he averts his eyes quickly, turning back to the conversation between your mother, your stepfather and him. you stopped caring about these mundane things a long time ago. his ears turning red betraying his calm exterior.
you notice the way he would stutter when speaking to you, and the way he would bow his head when walking past you, averting his eyes. his voice was always meek, and soft, trying to appease to you and not anger you. oh so respectful, and gentlemanly; it made you want to roll your eyes. perhaps he was.. intimidated by you.
good.
.
until one day . . .
your parents were away on a trip somewhere… you couldn't remember where. you weren't paying attention. but the fact is, the both of you were at home, alone.
the inevitable happens.
he resists, it's cute, almost.
"we shouldn't—" he tries to push you off. he's stronger, isn't he? he could've easily pushed you to the ground, but he didn't, holding back his strength. "this is wrong.. i'm your—"
"you are not. my. brother." you spit out the words venomously, pushing your body up against him.
you kiss him, but he doesn't kiss back. his hands trembling at his sides, as you pull off his spectacles and tossed it aside. your tongue pries his lips open, licking sloppily in his mouth, the clash of the enamel of teeth loud in the otherwise silent house.
you push him to the couch, the same one your stepfather would sit at and watch television, or the one your mother would gather with her friends to sip tea and gossip.
clothes are off, your impatient hands, but him barely resisting at all. he wanted this too, doesn't he? you removed his boxers. he was hard, leaking precum. he wanted this.
you climbed ontop of him and sank down, quickly taking him.
he laid underneath you, his cheeks and eyes wet with tears streaming. his chest heaved, and his lips were swollen and his hair messed. he tried to muffle the sounds from his mouth, his hands grabbing at the couch. he looked nothing like the perfect stepson your mother adored.
"you're not very good, aren't you," your voice whispered mockingly as you moved up, and down, fucking yourself on him like as though he was just an object for your pleasure. like this is all he's good for.
he shook his head, seemingly unable to respond. he didn't know what you were referring to, but it didn't really matter. he cried and tried to resist like he didn't want it, but his body betrayed him. please... stop—-…. he whispered weakly, but the way his cock throbbed inside of you, hot, thick, sticky where the both of you were connected, said otherwise. subconciously, rutting upwards; desperate, and needy. like a dog.
you already know he's a goner.
it didn't take much for him to finish quickly.
"pathetic virgin," you mocked him once again. "you liked it, didn't you? cumming inside? gross…"
he looked away in embarassment, trying to catch his breath. his face burned in shame. but he made no attempt to move away or push you, instead, it almost felt he leaned even more into your touch, heating up from your bare skin; docile, and timid. it excited you.
"i... s…sorry—…"
you smiled. this was just the beginning.
.
the four of you are seated at the dining table, having dinner. your parents are talking about some business thing, and euijoo is nodding along quietly, sitting opposite you. the chopsticks in his hand neatly picking up small, precise amount of rice, not even a single grain dropping. his posture was perfect, his back straight and his head attentively nodding. not even a strand of hair out of place. the trained image of a perfect son. but, there was something behind his eyes. maybe guilt. . . or fear.
you watch him, like you always do.
you slide your foot out of your home slippers.
your toes brush his ankle. soft, yet sudden, making him jolt subtly. you watched as he tensed up. you trail your foot up his calf, painstakingly slow and torturing him. the fabric of his lounge pants is thin, and you could feel the warmth of his skin radiating.
"how are you these days, sweetie?" your mother asked, just checking in. you hummed. same old, same old. you pressed into his knee and he shifts slightly, suddenly looking down at his plate like as if it's the most interesting thing in the world.
"you know, you should really be a little bit more like euijoo…" your mother nags. "he's a good boy." you rolled your eyes patronizingly. there she goes again. good boy? more like a good dog, perhaps. euijoo shakes his head in embarassment.
your eyes narrow onto him in annoyance, foot pressing into his crotch to retaliate, punishing him for something he didn't do. your hand slips into the pocket of your pants and your fingers grab onto a tiny remote control. you click on a button.
euijoo's body immediately goes rigid, his hands suddenly trembling. the chopsticks in his hand accidentally clacking against the bowl, dropping a piece of meat onto the table. a small whimper escapes him.
nobody noticed. your mother continued chattering on whilst your stepfather chimes in occassionally, agreeing and laughing along with her. beads of sweat fell down euijoo's temple as he tries to compose himself and remain still. nobody notices, but you did. the way he squirmed in the wooden dining chair. you watch as he bites the inside of his cheek. a soft vibration from the cock ring underneath your foot, the quiet buzzing sound masked by the sounds of conversation. his clothed cock twitches and hardens even more. .
you leaned back in the dining chair, a satisfied smirk on your face.
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