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ateezscupid · 2 months

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hi!!! could you do sub!mingi but he desperately tries to dominate u but fails?? i would love that !! tyy

𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗸. ♡

warnings ─ husband!mingi, established relationship, whole bunch of fluff, min is clingy and adorable like a big ‘ole baby, size difference

tags ─ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @jeonride

m.list ┃ nsfw warnings under the cut.

warnings ─ dom fem!reader, sub!mingi, unprotected sex, fingering (f), oral (f), vanilla sex, praise, mingi tries his best to dom you but…it doesn’t workout!, BIG DICK MINGI, size kink

The sound of the doorknob rattling was Mingi’s favorite sound, along with your keys jingling on the other side of the door indicating you had returned home from work. He excitedly sat on the couch with his hands in his lap, the front door to your shared apartment creaking open.

As you stepped through the door, all of the weight on your shoulders lifted as you let out a sigh of relief and kicked your heels off to the side. You put your purse on a nearby table and hang your keys next to the front door. As you reveled in the comfort of your own home, Mingi turned the corner and rushed over to you.

There, now standing in the middle of the room with a smile on his face, stands your clingy husband Mingi. His eyes lit up when he caught the sight of you and he walked over, effortlessly picking you up as if you weighed nothing. He kisses you on the cheek and you giggle. You loved how strong he was. Being able to quite literally sweep you off of your feet.

“You’re home!” he says cheerfully. “I got home early today and didn’t have anything else to do but watch TV. I made you something to eat if you’re hungry?”

You smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I am, actually. Haven’t eaten anything since eight this morning.”

“Why didn’t you eat? I made you breakfast this morning?”

“I simply wasn’t hungry.” you pinched his cheek and he set you down, taking your hand and dragging you into the kitchen. You were a bit taken aback by his reaction since he wasn’t normally this clingy when you came home from work. Something was up.

“I thought of something today,” he says while sitting you in a chair and walking toward the fridge. “I think we should try it.”

“Oh? And what’s this idea?” you cross your legs.

“Well..” he turns. “I thought maybe I could try and dom you? Just once!”

You knew it. You thought him sending you videos of boyfriends pushing their girlfriends head first into the pillow was just a fantasy he had but never truly wanted to act upon, but he actually wanted to dom you. This time he wanted to be in control and at first, you were skeptical. But the idea of trying something new was fun.

“Alright. Let’s try it.” you smile. “When did you want to try?”

“Today…” he chuckled. “Now, maybe?”

The room was dark, save for the dim light of the moon bleeding into the room through the thin curtains. Your window was open, so cool air came rushing into the room, making you shiver a bit but ultimately making you more excited. Mingi was going to try and be in control and you were pretty excited to see how it’d go.

You lay there, naked and exposed, completely to Mingi’s will as your heart raced with anticipation. He knelt beside you, eyes boring into yours with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. Ever since the two of you met, he’s been submissive in bed. There hasn’t been a time where he’s tried to take control. But tonight, was different. Tonight, he was going to be the one in control. Having you beg to come around him instead of him doing so.

You agreed to doing this, and now he towered over you, muscles tensed and breaths in ragged gasps.

“Honey,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful,” he trails a finger down your chest. “So perfect,” you couldn’t deny it, his touches were sending many shivers down your spine. You arched your back to his touch and whined softly. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be submissive.”

His words only made you more excited. As he leaned closer, you could feel the tremor in his large frame. This was new territory for him, and you couldn’t wonder how far he’d go with this new idea. What kind of kinks would he unleash on you tonight? He gently presses his lips against yours and you give into the sensation, allowing yourself to be swept away by the foreign feeling of being submissive to him.

“I’ll be gentle,” he mumbled in your ear, kissing down your body and caressing your skin. He makes it to your belly button, kisses surrounding it, and continuing down, gripping your thighs and pulling them apart.

His touch was gentle yet firm, caressing your skin as he guided your body into positions that he was familiar with, not you. Positions that usually saw you as the one in control. Gently, he uses his thumbs to part your lips and stare at your entrance. He leaned in closer, breath fanning across your most sensitive parts, beginning to lick up your navel and to your clit. On instinct, you grab his hair, pulling at it and moaning.

"J-Jesus, fuck-!" you shuddered, hips arching into the bed and your heels digging into his back. He held you down by your hips and sucked on your clit, your scent filling his nose, a mixture of sweetness and musk that drove him wild. He lapped your juices, keeping your legs apart and forcing you to keep them open.

You struggled to stay still, your body giving up on you and giving in to the sensations. He began to feel your body respond, your hips moving on their own accord, seeking more contact. Taking this as his cue he engulfed you in his mouth. Immediately your cries filled the room, growing even louder when his fingers entered you and began to curl up to hit your sensitive parts. You twist and turn, grabbing the pillow from underneath your head and holding it on your face, your moans now muffled by the pillow but audible enough to send shivers down his spine.

Normally, Mingi loved eating you out. Hearing your moans would turn him on. Pleasing you and being at your will would turn him on, but eating you out being the one in control, it felt different. He liked it. He liked knowing you'd have to ask to cum this time.

Soon, he found himself lost in the sensations that your body elicited, thrusting his fingers into you roughly and flicking his tongue against your clit. The way you arched your back and cried out his name made him go crazy.

"Cum, baby. Cum all over my face," he mumbles, the vibrations from his voice spiking through your body.

"I'm-" You gasp, legs beginning to close around his head. "I'm gonna-" You came apart in his hold, twisting and turning as the strong orgasm ripped through your body and made you feel lightheaded. He held your hips down, fingering you through your high.

Kissing up your body, he wasted no time grabbing his cock and pushing it inside of you, ultimately stretching you open and causing you to feel like your insides were being ripped apart. Even being the dom in the relationship, you'd struggle to ride him sometimes due to how big and girthy he was. You gasped loudly and grabbed onto him, your noises being cut off by his lips attaching to yours. You were trapped beneath his body with no escape, a cold hard reminder of his dominance. His tongue thrust in your mouth and you tasted - well - yourself on his tongue, but didn't mind it.

He began to thrust, pressing against you in a demanding, insistent rhythm. You arched your back to meet his thrusts with your own. The pleasure overwhelmed you feeling like your skin was on fire in the best way possible. Your breath came in ragged breaths and your eyes fluttered close.

"So good..." he moans in your ear. "Good girl, baby. Such a good girl, taking me so easily. So wet you could barely stay still, hm?"

"I-I..." your orgasm was creeping up. "Mingiii~"

His cock found the perfect spots inside of you making you writhe in pleasure, thrusts becoming faster as his own climax approached. You noticed his hips stuttering and him mumbling sweet nothings into your ear. You thought it was the heat of the moment causing you to hallucinate until he whimpered your name.

"Just wanna fill you up," he thrust deeper. Just as he seemed to be hitting his stride, something shifted in his expression. The same glistening look he'd have in his eyes when you'd take control of him. You realized then that he was falling into sub-space with his impending orgasm, losing himself completely in the feeling of your pussy clenching around him like always.

Your heart raced as you began to stroke his hair, kissing his neck gently, your body responding to the intensity of the situation. You didn't want to lose focus but it was impossible to stay focussed anyway with how cute his whimpers were in your ear. You began to guide him, whispering words of encouragement in his ear.

"Good boy," you whisper. "Just cum in me like a good boy. You did so good trying to dom me, baby."

His movements became less controlled, more primal. He brought his hand down to rub your clit, inching you closer to your orgasm. You dug your nails into his skin and moaned, thighs clenching around him as you exploded around his cock, his thrusts moving faster trying to fuck you through your orgasm. His breath hitched in his throat as he came afterward, warm, white strips of cum filling you up.

As he collapsed onto you, spent and satisfied, you ran your fingers through his hair and held him close, still shaking from your own orgasm.

"You tried," you chuckle. "But it was good."

"I wanted to dom you..." he mumbles. "But you liked it so, that's all that matters." he sighs deeply, pushing his face into your breasts. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mingi."

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yourplayersaidwhat · 12 days

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prokopetz · 2 years

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It just occurred to me that “you’re technically twins, but one of you got all the Good DNA and the other one got all the Bad DNA” is both a central plot point in the Metal Gear franchise and the premise of a 1988 film starring Danny DeVito and Arnold Schwarzenegger, and now I’m a. obsessed with the possibility that the former was directly inspired by the latter, and b. vividly imagining a Metal Gear adaptation where Solid Snake and Liquid Snake are played by Danny DeVito and Arnold Schwarzenegger.

#gaming #video games #metal gear #solid snake #liquid snake #danny devito #arnold schwarzenegger #eugenics #metal gear spoilers #spoilers #'who's playing whom' you ask #i submit that both options are equally hilarious

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nonlethal-au · 9 months

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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I wish real life academia was more like The Magnus Archives because I'd much rather face otherworldly evils than have my research blocked by INFINITE PAYWALLS. Jonathan Sims might've suffered immensely and nearly ended the world but at least he didn't have to cite inaccessible sources.

#Can you tell I'm exhausted #I would gladly fight Elias Bouchard to the death if it meant I didn't have to pay to access peer reviewed texts #(I know I could email the author and ask them for it but that would mean communicating)#I would very gladly submit to the eye for knowledge because not being able to get information makes me want to throw my laptop out a window #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #jonathan sims #tma memes #Oh also if you relate to this I apologise #It's hell

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paper-lilypie · 6 months

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LILY YOU'RE ON MY TUMBLR RADAR

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WHY

#I DIDNT SUBMIT THAT?#HUH?????#WELL SHIT????#NO WONDER IT POPPED ALL OF A SUDDEN #DAMN #YAY???#one piece #ask lily

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friendlyengie · 1 year

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I’d say they’d get along pretty well! I think they’d probably have a cousin-adjacent relationship with each other. Gets on your nerves (affectionate)

Quinn (Fem Sniper)’s connection to Sniper is that she was a family friend. Her mom was close with his parents (my current thought process is that her mom was a fruit shop owner and would come and drop things off at their house sometimes bc it seems like they live basically in the middle of Fuck All, Nowhere.) And Quinn n Sniper would fuck around together bc there wasn’t exactly much else to do. Buddies, pals even!

They’ve got very different approaches to their jobs and I think that would be a point of contention (Sniper takes great pride in his job, Quinn is a big fan of fucking around and finding out and generally does not give as much of a shit) but outside of work they’d get along fine! She probably gives him shit for being younger than her (respect your elders) and he gives her shit for being lame. Tradeoff!

#Tf2 #fem fortress #tf2 sniper #quinn #god I have got to get better at drawing the mercs #anyways. Their dynamic is more fun in my head sorry for being bad at explaining things #ALSO SORRY FOR LOSING YOUR ASK. I ACCIDENTSLLY SUBMITTED TOO EARLY. SAD!#my art!!#Ottos fem fortress

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incognitopolls · 4 months

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

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rosedom · 1 month

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Well, I've got an idea. Like you could choose any genshin character of your choice. Imagine them sharing their insecurity, after sex, of being submissive, them feeling guilty for always being on the recieving end, feeling like they don't satisfy you enough, and the next time you both go at it, you're peppering them with kisses and praises 10x than before, reassuring and telling them just how good you feel having control over their body.

"an unnamed player has invited AETHER to play . . . the moon will yield to the sun, always

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!amab!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!aether, reader's a service top thru & thru, post-coitus insecurities leading to: vaginal fingering, praise kink, (slight) dacryphilia, an absurd amount of pet names, prior creampie, creaming, implied aftercare .

A/N : i started this ages ago, but i only just recently got motivated to continue it . . . def got carried away—but when don't i, when i write abt aether? <(＿　＿)>

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

The sun hides behind the clouds, and it is out of not only love for the creatures under the sky but out of an endearing bashfulness at the tail end of your intense gaze.

Your sun, your Aether is shy, here, tucking his face into the soft skin where your neck and shoulder meet, his blush warm against you. You must be his cloud, blanketing him in your warmth and keeping his from being wasted, from floating away into the surrounding air.

The blanket is tucked up tight around you both, cold tendrils of air trying to seep into the open spaces where it doesn't quite cocoon you both, a hollow gap that allows coldness to slither down your neck. Thankfully, Aether's breath keeps the space relatively warm, hotter-so when he buries himself further.

"Why're you hiding, sunshine?" you murmur, wrapping your arms tight around him and keeping him snug in your pillowy, cloud-like hold. "What's up?"

You ask, because normally he's not so bashful post-coitus. He shivers and weakly moans, sure, embarrassed at the way his cunt is puffy and you've left his legs shaking—but your cock is never so ruined.

Sometimes, when you're finished, you're still hard—hard because Aether came, and he came enough for the two of you.

Other times, you're soft, because you finally came; but it was only to make him feel good, better, filling him to the brim and thumbing at his messy cunt when you pull out.

Really, it is always Aether who is left melted in a puddle. You, at most, are a lil' sweaty, huffy-breathed as you smoothly move to clean him up, to bundle him in your arms—just like now—, and tell him how good he did.

He sniffles, shakes his head.

At the sound—the feeling of hot tears touching your skin—, you try and pull back, to see him eye-to-eye. But you should never look the sun in his face when he flares, and he only holds fast to your middle, keeps his nose firmly pressed to the side of your neck.

"Aether, honey—" you try, soft. What's wrong? is hidden beneath tufts of white, tufts of something sad.

Scratchy and quiet, he asks, "Am I really?"

"Are you really what?" You squeeze him, but the tender affection only serves to make his shoulders, bare still, quake more. Desperately, you tug the blanket back up to protect his shivers as he sniffs again, louder this time.

"Good."

"Of course you are! Honey, you're—"

He shakes his head again, dislodging the blanket some and forcing you to cut off your words, to tug the soft wool back up and swaddle him.

With a sharp intake of breath, a forced exhale, Aether finds his words. "I just—I don't feel like I don't... satisfy you, 's all."

"'That's all?' Ae—"

He shakes his head. "You don't even cum half as much as I do!"

"'Cause I like making you cum." At the words, Aether blushes like mad—or, at least, you assume he does based on the way his cheeks brand into your skin. "I like makin' you feel good."

"But..."

"But what, honey?" You soothe him with large, broad strokes across his knobby spine, each gentle protrusion smoothed over by your palm.

He sighs, the heavy exhale of breath washing over your neck and making involuntary goosebumps prickle at your skin. "Don't you get tired of it? I'm always—submissive. Always the same. Don't I bore you?"

Your heart hurts, at that. "Aeth," you start, slow n' soft. "I could never get tired of you. You—I love it, honey. I love how you give yourself to me like that, let me be in control. I wouldn't give that up for the world."

"I—"

"You're perfect for me. Do... do you not like it?"

"What? No! I love it—"

With a huffing laugh, you shake your head. "Then what's the problem?"

He doesn't answer.

"If someone... said something—"

"Nobody did—at least, not directly. I just—I overheard some guys at the bar, talking about how they're bored of their wives." Aether's thumbs absentmindedly rub at your back, at your spine, helping to make the tension leak out of you. "They were drunk, I think. I hope." (I hope, because he already feels terribly sorry for their wives, but for the men to be in their right minds, talking so awful about who they should love.)

"What were they sayin'?"

He shakes his head. "Stuff about how their wives just—lay there, when they're having... y'know. How their wives never even went down on them, and whatever.

It sounded a lot like me, 's all."

"Sunshine," you murmur. "You do blow me."

He squawks, punches lightly at your back. "That's...!"

You giggle. "'m only teasing, honey. I don't like seeing you so upset. But—" in a bid to soothe him, you run your fingers through his long hair, brushing through the tangles that accumulated earlier. "If I ever make you feel unsatisfied, that's a different story; but I love you, I love how you give yourself to me in bed. I know it's embarrassin', but, hell: I adore it. I get off on getting you off."

"But you don't get off half the time!"

You shake your head. "Physically? Sure. But I get off emotionally, every single time." You close your eyes and nuzzle into the crown of his head, burying yourself in the smell of his soft, honey-scented hair. (Where else would the pet name have come from?) "I don't... care, much, for getting anything back. You know this."

"I do."

Smiling, you murmur, "Just makin' sure. You sucking me off—I don't really care for that, most of the time." Laughing, "And God knows I don't want to be fucked. An orgasm doesn't do anything for me, honey. What does it for me—that's seeing you get off, seein' you get all the pleasure you deserve."

Aether groans. "You didn't have to put it that way."

"How'd you prefer I put it?" You tease your hands across his middle, his sides, making him erupt in small giggles as he pushes away from you. You manage to pin him down, spinning the two of you around until you've got him on his back and the blanket half off both of you. "Would you prefer I say how hot it is when you cum for me? How pretty you are when your cock twitches in my mouth? How much I love making you lose your voice? How—"

He yelps, smothering your lips with his hands. You laugh, pressing kisses to his palms as he calms down. "Horndog."

"Yeah," you say when you lean down to rub your noses together, a whisper of a kiss. "Your horndog."

The draft gets in the way of your kisses, forcing you to flop onto Aether and bring the blanket with you, the two of you swaddled up like two peas in a pod. He giggles at your antics, huffing in your face, before he goes limp and still in your hold.

You suppose, then, that it's alright for the sun to be hidden in the clouds—but only sometimes, and only so long as it comes out by the end of the day, to grace you in its glow. A ruddy-red blush blooms across his cheeks, again, just like it did earlier as he was flush to your hips, riding your cock.

The hot-over-warmth of the sun fits in your palms perfectly, and you're almost scared to touch it in fear of it snuffing out; but this is a fear you've long had, ever since you first laid with your sunshine.

"Aether." You push n' pull at him, soft and gentle, letting his limbs fall where you want them but making sure they're comfortable, not aching. He goes easily, sighing into your touch, making cute sounds and simply being so, so perfect in your arms. "God. You're perfect."

He doesn't talk, this time. Really, he rarely does; he much prefers quiet pleas, quiet sounds of pleasure that roll over you in hot, hot waves.

When your hand trails down his belly, following the path of his happy trail by feel alone, you simultaneously lean down and lick at the frantic bob of his Adam's apple. “Can I?” you ask, soft as his skin against your palm. The heat of his mons is emanating, but you're loath to go further, to return to the well-used mess of his cunt, before you’ve got the go-ahead.

You just had sex, after all. As much as you love him, as much as you want to smother him in pleasure and orgasm after orgasm, you don't want to overwhelm him. His cunt’ll be oversensitive, you know, but you want to prove to him how perfect he is to you, how much you love the submissiveness he seems so loathe to accept. He’s bare only inches from your wandering hand, and, you know, too, that he’ll be still slick as well.

“Yeah,” he whispers, tilts his hips up. His cockhead—thick and protruding, still swollen and sensitive from earlier—brushes your finger, and his breath cuts off in a sharp lil’ whimper.

“Easy, honey,” you soothe, sliding your finger off of him and instead taking to rubbing your pointer and middle across his labia, gentle against either side of his cunt. “Let me show you how much I adore you, yeah? I love this, Aeth.” You suckle at the tender skin beneath his ear before you lean back, only slightly, cupping his face with your free hand.

Your thumb rubs across his cheek, warm beneath your touch, and he whimpers again as he rests against you. “You don’t hafta—” he tries to convince you otherwise—convince you against the ache of his cunt, the way his body begs for more of your touch—, but you hush him and slide your thumb across the hot jut of his cock.

“But I want to, honey, believe me.” You move in gentle motions, stroking him enough to make pleasure jump up his spine without overwhelming him—not quite yet, that is. “God, my sweet boy. You're so hard, all for me, so perfect and ready and willing for me. Won’t you let me jerk you off, pretty thing?”

“Yes, please—” he whines, tucking his face into your hand as best he can amidst the molten lava spilling from his cunt. But when your finger jacks him just right, right under the hood of his cock, he arches forward into you, and he starts off with a meak, “I want—” before sharply quieting.

“No, no, none of that, Aeth,” you murmur, forcing his face straight to your own. You smile all soft at him, leaning forward to bump noses in a display of rather juvenile affection—one that never fails to make Aether giggle, even just a little. He huffs amidst it ‘til you continue, asking, “What do you want, darlin’? Anything you want, I'll give to you. All you hafta do is ask.

“Please ask me, honey. I’ll give you anything.” You seal the deal with a soft kiss, licking across his already kissed up, red lips. You've taken to soothingly rubbing you fingers up and down across his labia, these barely-there touches that stoke the flames of his arousal but do little to get him off. It's merely proof that you're there, that you'll never leave. (The touch is as much a reminder of your presence on him as the vestiges of your cum is in him.)

When you break apart, he sucks in a breath and murmurs, humid against your mouth, “I—I want you. Want your fingers.” For good measure, he adds, “In me;” but you're quick on the uptake, and you've already got your two fingers driving from his labia and sliding in smooth n’ deep to the third knuckles. His slick and your own cum coats them as you thrust them in, slow n’ out, soft and wholly gentle-like.

“There’s my good boy,” you coo, curling your fingers upwards towards the swell of his g-spot. It’s long abused, by now, and the gentlest brush against it makes Aether mewl, but you're so, so proud of him, now, and you aim to please him.

Your own cock: you’re not even sure if you're hard or not, chubbed up or not, and you find you don't quite care enough to find out, not when Aether's so perfect on (quite literally) the palm of your hand. “S’good, so good,” he babbles, eyes doe-like while thick tears start bubbling up at the edges of them.

“I know it is, sweet sunshine.”

The sun, half-out from the clouds, is gorgeous in the rain shower. It's shimmering and shining; and it's soaked, Aether’s labia parting for the easy squelch of your fingers in n’ out.

He’s wet ‘nuff to slide in a third finger, still loosened up from your fingers and cock both earlier this evening. Thick, white cum begins to dribble out between your fingers to coat your knuckles, the top of your hand, and you're not sure what's his and what's your own, mixed up and muddled up deep in his cunt.

“Ohh,” he moans, drawn-out as the line of slick that drips to your wrist. If there could, small lil' hearts would surely pop up in his eyes, the glare of the sunshine through water making your heart all soft n’ sappy for this gorgeous man.

“You feel so soft around me, honey,” you murmur, pressing your forehead against his. His breath and yours mingle, his bottom lip hanging slightly open and quivering with each little moan that tumbles past. “So loose n’ open f’r me. How couldn't I love this?”

“I—”

“Shh, Aeth. I got you, honey, my sunshine.” Your hand falls to rest on the side of his neck. You clutch at his tender skin, clasped halfway around his throat with your thumb resting atop his Adam’s apple. It's not a tight hold but any means; instead, it is simply there, a warm presence against the rapid flutter of his pulse. “I adore you, this—” you curl your fingers once more for emphasis, swiveling your palm to grind against the oversensitive swell of his cock. Your palm allows it a reprieve against the concentrated stimulation of your thumb, only moments ago.

“This is my favorite,” you murmur. Then: “Well. Second favorite. You’re my number one.” Cheeky, you kiss his slack-jawed mouth, swallowing up his mewls and other moans. “The most perfect boy in the world, ‘nd I have him all to myself. I’m so, so lucky.”

He nods vehemently, bumping his forehead a bit rough into yours. You laugh, light, and he scrunches his nose at you rather adorably: that is, until your fingers and palm grind just-so, just right, and his entire face slackens—not only his jaw. “Mm!”

“Y’make such pretty sounds, too.” Once you've got a set rhythm—one Aether seems rather amiable to, mewlin’ like a kitten in heat on your hand alone—, you gone in on it, repeating it over n’ over again ‘til those tears begin to stream down his cheeks.

“Let go for me, honey.” You kiss the tears off one cheek as you let them continue to flow down his other one, allowing him the reprieve, the ability to revel in the absolute catharsis the saltwater provides. “Just feel.”

Feel, he does, crying louder and bawling harder, but he fists his hands into your back and aches into you, and he's a goner, just like that. Warmth slathers itself on your palm, your fingers, as you slow your motions with the abating of his orgasm. If you looked, you know there'd be even more white—thick and opaque—smeared across your hand and his cunt, and the thought sends you so dizzy that you simply must kiss your pretty, perfect boy, kiss him ‘till his breath leaves him entirely and he's putty in your arms.

His heartbeat is erratic, a rabbit-quick putter-putter that presses against you, chest to chest as you are. You lean back, just enough, only a bit, waiting until his bleary eyes open, and you're face-to-face with golden sunshine. “Hi, honey.”

Smiling this absolutely adoring, this blinding grin, one that puffs up his flushed cheeks and makes him look so soft, so kissable, so wholly well-fucked, Aether giggles. He fucking giggles, airy and light as anything. The sound of his laughter reels you in with him, wrapping your arms around him—even the one with the hand all covered and cum and slicked up. Your wet hands pressing into his waist makes him erupt in louder lil’ hiccuping laughs.

“What?” you ask, teasing, trying to kiss his cheeks through the way both your chests shake and disrupt the two of you.

He shakes his head, this way and that, a vehement, “Nothing!” falling past his lips. “‘s nothing.”

You pout. “Nuh uh,” you say, because while you’re every bit the adult, every part of the full-grown cock you stuffed up in Aether only hours before, you’re a child at heart, here, with him. You’re allowed the immaturity. “Ain’t nuthin’, if it’s you.”

“I just—” With a sigh, Aether’s giggles taper off, and he rolls the two of you over. He rests on your stomach, belly to belly and soaked cunt to soft cock. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Aeth.”

He doesn’t say anything more, but he smiles, nuzzles down into your throat. You’ll need to clean up, but that can come later—later, when your sunshine is radiant on top of you, resting and basking in the warmth of the room. He is your sunshine in every sense of the word; and that must make you his moon.

If so, you’d gladly revolve around him. It’d be impossible not to.

if i'm given the chance to pick whoever i want, i can guarantee that it'll end up being aether 90% of the time LMAO he's like a motivating force for me, honestly ;; but irregardless, i hope this fulfilled ur lil' idea, anon !!

14 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#there's just .#there's smth abt a pretty boy submitting himself to me . . .#fully and entirely<3 #sub aether #aether smut #aether x reader #aether genshin impact #sub genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader #amab reader #dom reader #ftm smut

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ao3-shenanigans · 3 months

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when u hate the way the story ends but u literally wrote the story (you can’t control it the story took you there)

Sometimes we really do get possessed

#thanks for submitting!#ao3 shenanigans ask #relatable #writing #fanfic

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ateezscupid · 1 year

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Could I request reader taking the Ateez' members virginity?👀

ATEEZ IMAGINES : losing their virginity

HYUNG LINE: psh, khj, jyh, kys

WARNINGS: sub!ateez, dom!fem reader, soft!dom, losing virginity, begging, unprotected sex, vanilla sex, oral (f rec), pet names, miss/mommy kink, masturbation

A/N: i’ll turn any of these into fics! some might be short because i got super lazy

SEONGHWA sub!hwa

“i want you to be my first.” he said. “i-i want to do this with you, i wanna have my first time with you.”

“seonghwa-”

“w-we don’t even have to do prepare or anything! i-i have condoms and i know you take birth control because they help with your cramps. b-but i know you’re not… on your cycle.”

“i’m—i’m not.” you were surprised by how much he knew. you two shared everything with each other, though. “well, i do have some birth control with me now. condoms are so uncomfortable.”

“they’re uncomfortable?” seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows. he’s never even worn a condom before.

“have you…never worn one?” he shook his head in response. “well, guys say they’re uncomfortable, and it’s your first time. i’ll take some birth control real quick.”

“so we’re—we’re gonna do this?” hwa stammered. “we’re gonna do this really?”

“yes,” you giggle. “just wait here, i’ll go take some.”

seonghwa nodded and sat on your bed, fiddling his thumbs and taking slow breaths. he was absolutely sure about this. losing his virginity to his best friend, as well as his crush, he was sure he wanted to do this. and as nervous as he was, he was still a bit excited. would it feel different from his hand? probably. would it be like the videos he saw? he had so many questions he needed to be answered.

seonghwa could hear you doing something in the bathroom, but didn’t get up. you opened the door to the bathroom and came out in just your underwear. he could’ve passed out at that very moment.

“y-you’re so…pretty.” he huffs. you smile and walk over, pushing him back onto the bed and pulling his pants down again.

“so how do you wanna do this? do you want me on top or on the bottom?”

“o-on top.”

“hm. you’re so cute.” you smile and take your underwear off, throwing them onto the ground and putting your hands at the hem of his pants. you took them off completely then took his boxers off, slowly climbing on top of him and beginning to straddle him. he was so mesmerized by you, you were so beautiful to him.

hwa held your hips as you lift them and grips them tightly, jolting a bit when your wet folds pressed against his tip. you looked up at him. he looked so adorable beneath you.

“are you absolutely sure you want to do this? it just…happened so suddenly, i don’t wanna rush you into this.”

“i’m really sure i wanna do this.” seonghwa bit his lip. “i really really wanna do this.”

“okay… i’m going down now,” you place your hands on his chest and carefully lower yourself down onto his cock, clenching around him as soon as he made it inside. the hold on your hips tightened as he took in a breath.

seonghwa hoped you didn’t feel his heart beating through his chest at that moment.it was better than anything he had ever imagined. you were so warm and wet, and contracting around him trying to adjust to his size. just when you were about to talk to him, he was breathing heavily and mumbling incoherent words. you patted him on the cheek and giggled.

“hwa?” you tap him on the nose. “i’m… f-fuck, i’m gonna move now. okay?”

he couldn’t help but moan. your skin was so much softer than he had imagined, and this, again, felt so much better than he thought it would. he was drowning in pure pleasure. the only reason his eyes were closed was so he didn’t cum too fast. he felt it bubbling in his stomach.

“p-please… please move, mommy..”

“mommy?” you raised an eyebrow. when you pointed out our, he blushed heavily and hid his face with the back of his hand, his palm facing you. you chuckle softly and start moving your hips slowly, his own bucking.

“you’re adorable.”

HONGJOONG sub!joong

“joongie, look at me.” you turn his head over by his chin and peck him on the lips, continuing your movements on his cock. this would normally be the farthest you two would go. he’d eat you out, you’d suck him off and that would be it. but today, he was ready.

“i…” hongjoong whined, leaning into you. “m-mommy, i wanna—i wanna be i-inside you…”

“you will, joongie. but i told you to wait, didn’t i?” you kissed his cheek and stroked him faster, running your thumb over his tip. he was squirming underneath your hand, clearly overwhelmed by what you were doing.

hongjoong was already overstimulated since you were switching from handjobs to blowjobs for the past hour. he didn’t remember how many orgasms he’s had, but he knew it was a lot. of course, he didn’t have any complaints. he liked being played with like this. your hands were so smooth across his skin, he couldn’t get enough of them.

“m-miss please,” he pouts. “i-i wanna be i-inside you, please. i-i’m ready, i said i was ready!”

“i know!” you sigh and slow your hand movements down. “if you’re really ready, then i’ll let you inside. okay? do you want me to be on top or bottom?”

“can…can you be on bottom?” joong was so cute when he was nervous. you nod and lay down, spread your legs, and place a pillow underneath your head. you were prepared for this. not only because you’ve had sex before and you weren’t a virgin, but you prepared by using a dildo as much as you could. hongjoong was big.

“yeah…it might be better if i’m on top.” you utter. “joong, you’re fucking huge.”

“a-am i?” he looked at you with the same pretty eyes he always looked at you with, beady and filled with lust. he was too innocent for his own good. “sorry, i—”

“don’t be sorry, joongie. now get in front,”

he settles in front of you, hands planted on the mattress and rubbing his tip on your clit. he flinched just from the contact. you reach down and grab ahold of his cock, pulling him closer with your other hand and throwing your head back as he entered. god, he made you feel full.

“fuck, joongie…” you choked on your moans when he entered. the feeling of being stretched was something you were beginning to like. “joong?”

he was in his own little world, trying his best not to cum while also enjoying how tight you were around him. this new feeling; new sensation, was a little too much for him. he slowly began to lay on top of you, putting his body weight on yours and moaning softly into your neck.

“joong~” you coo in his ear. before you could even process it fully, he came inside of you. his hips stuttered and he moaned your name repeatedly. he was so sensitive it was adorable.

“s-sorry, sorry, i’m sorry…” hongjoong huffed in your ear. “t-too good, really good.”

“it’s okay, hongjoong, take your time..”

YUNHO sub!yunho

“y-yunho—fuck,” you grind your hips faster onto his face, completely taken over my pleasure at this point. his fingers only made her moan louder since they were moving at a fast pace inside of your cunt, pressing on your sensitive spots and making you whine.

“so good,” yunho’s words were muffled since you were sitting on his face, and he didn’t have a problem with it. if he could do this all day and night, he would. his tongue was all over your folds, occasionally prodding at your entrance and causing you to writhe in pleasure. it was even better when he messed with your clit.

“f-fuck, yunho i’m gonna cum!” you moaned loudly. he didn’t let up, continuing to eat you like a starved man. “s-stop, i wanna—i wanna do it on you!”

“huh?” his ears perk up and he lifts his head. “what do you mean?”

“what do you think i mean? unless you’re ready of course… but this is normally how far we get. we don’t do much afterward.”

“i-i just haven’t decided if i was ready or not. that’s all.” he gulped. “are you ready…?”

“i’m not a virgin, yunho. of course i’m ready. i’m just wondering if you are? i’m not going to rush you if you aren’t.”

“um,” he gulps. “i… i don’t know.”

“it’s okay, it’s fine. i won’t rush you or anything.” you were definitely disappointed, but respected his wishes. “but… i do wanna suck you off.”

“o-oh, um, okay.” he took his big hands away from your thighs and crawled toward you. for a man who was bigger than you, he acted like a baby who needed attention 24/7. you gave him a quick kiss on the lips and kissed down his body, stopping when your face was in contact with his boner. he shuddered as you pulled his pants down, small moans escaping his parted lips and all you did was palm him.

“it feels good?” your ego only grew when he nodded. “i cant wait to tease you, baby.” / “c-can i just be inside you now?”

“…” your hand stops. “you don’t wanna—“

“don’t have me beg anymore than i have to. please.” he sniffles. yunho was so adorable acting like this. of course you wanted him inside you as much as he did, but you thought messing with him would be enough. apparently it wasn’t. your pants and underwear were already off, so there wasn’t anything you had to take off.

yunho quickly pulls his shorts and boxers down to his knees. he was just full of surprises because god, was he big. you prop yourself up on your knees and hover yourself over his cock, allowing him to take a few breaths before you actually did it. you lower yourself and slide into his length, a relieved sigh leaving you as you did so.

yunho didn’t expect it to feel this good. it was better than he imagined. he felt all tingly inside and didn’t know how to react at first. all he knew was he felt good. really good.

“p-please…” he breathes in, clearly overwhelmed and trying his best to control himself. “p-please move.”

YEOSANG sub!yeo

“yeosang, we cant just fuck in a closet!” you tried your best to stay quiet as you spoke to him. whatever he had drank at the party you two attended was messing with his head.

“please y/n, we’re not gonna be home for a few hours and i wanna get this in at least for a few minutes.”

yeosang never usually acted like this. he was always so shy at parties and cling to your side because he wasn’t the type of person to enjoy parties. but now, here he was, dry jumping against your leg and whimpering into your shoulder. he was so cute when he was desperate. you assumed he was acting like this because he was drunk, but you couldn’t recall him drinking anything.

“yeosang…we can’t really do anything but grind on each other since you never told me if you were ready or not…” you get down on your knees.

“w-what are you doing?” he watched you get down and pulled his shirt up to see you.

“what do you think? i’ll suck you off then we can get home and finish there! duh.” you smiled as you unbuckled his belt and threw it behind you. yeosang pulled his pants down a bit and you giggled happily. he never understood why you’d feel good sucking him off, but he never complained. he loves it just as much as you did.

“mmm, you’ve been hard this whole time? you’re so cute, sangie.” you grinned, stroking him gently and pulling his boxers down. you didn’t waste a second putting the tip on your mouth, sucking off the pre-cum and wrapping both hands around his cock. he was still so sensitive, even though he’d received blowjobs from you plenty of times before. which made him think, yeosang’s only ever gotten blowjobs or handjobs from you with the occasional dry humping or grinding on each other. losing his virginity in a closet wasn’t the best idea, but he didn’t want to wait any longer.

“y/n…” he spoke through light moans and grunts. “can… can we do it in here? like, actually do it instead of you just giving me a blowjob or grinding on me?”

you popped him out of your mouth and stood, removing your hands from his cock. “you mean… you want to have your first time in here? not somewhere more romantic like our house? or our bedroom…?”

“i’m fine with doing it here…” he tugs at the skirt you had on. “besides, the risk is what makes it—better?” this was news to you finding out yeosang had a kink for this. you made a mental note of what he said and nod afterward, pushing him down by the shoulders and getting on top of him. you roll your skirt up and push your underwear to the side, hovering over his cock.

“are you ready?” you ask and he nods in response. “and are you absolutely sure you wanna do it here?”

he nods again and you lower yourself onto his cock, choking on your moans and shutting your eyes tightly. you never expected yeosang to stretch you out this much but you were loving every bit of it.

“how does, fuck … how does it feel?”

“w-warm…” he stuttered. “and, soft. i love it, i love you, p-please move…”

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