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P: Death Eater!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader (MDNI 18+) PART 2

Warnings: Hogwarts!AU, Murder, Slight Torture, Blood, Injury, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Edging, Emotional Manipulation, Minor Jealousy, Psychological Manipulation, Overstimulation, Angst, Explicit Content, Corruption, Oral Sex, Fingering, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Choking, Needy!Sunghoon, Dub-Con, Belly Bulge, Praise Kink, Degradation, Sadism/ Masochism, Mind Break, Objectification, Body Worship, Cock Warming, Animagus Transformation, hoon is a snake (he does stuff to you in that form,) does that count as bestiality??

Wordcount: 19,4k

Synopsis: At Hogwarts, you were golden. He chose darkness and shattered you. Years later, you hesitate to kill him. He kills for you instead. Now you teach at Hogwarts, trying to forget him. But Park Sunghoon never forgot you, now he has decided he won’t lose you twice.

a/n: I admit that i had E.T. by Katy Perry on repeat writing most of this. So i recommend that :) I also wanna specify that i tried to set this before Harry was born in the OG universe... if that wasnt clear. Anyways, I hope you guys will enjoy and thanks for the positive feedback on part 1 :D (I recommend reading part 1 if you havent already to understand part 2.) REBLOGS AND COMMENTARY IS APPRECIATED!

Years passed in the quiet, methodical way that time has when you're building something new over the ruins of something old.

You never saw Sunghoon again after graduation.

You didn't really expect to.

The wizarding world is large enough to swallow people whole if they want to disappear, and Sunghoon had always been good at vanishing—first from your life in pieces, then completely. No owls. No chance of sightings. No whispered rumors of him among the Ministry corridors or at Ministry galas where old Hogwarts names still carried weight. He became absence. A name you stopped saying aloud. A face you trained yourself not to picture when the nights grew too quiet.

You threw yourself into Auror training with the same single-minded ferocity you'd used to claw your way through NEWTs. The program was brutal—dueling drills until your arms shook, dark-arts theory that left you nauseous, night patrols in places most people never wanted to go. You excelled. Not because it was easy, but because failure wasn't an option anymore. Every time doubt crept in, every time you caught yourself twisting the black serpent ring on your finger and remembering his voice saying it's over—you channeled it into precision. Into control. Into becoming someone who could never again be broken by another person's choices.

You earned your full Auror badge two years after graduation.

Your parents framed that letter too.

P: Death Eater!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader (MDNI 18+) PART 1

Warnings: Hogwarts!AU, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Manipulation, Minor Jealousy, Psychological Manipulation, Angst, Explicit Content, Corruption, Oral Sex, Fingering, Marking, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Kinda Needy!Sunghoon, Dub-Con, Praise Kink, Degradation, Mind Break.

Wordcount: 17,1k

Synopsis: At Hogwarts, you were golden. He chose darkness and shattered you. Years later, you hesitate to kill him. He kills for you instead. Now you teach at Hogwarts, trying to forget him. But Park Sunghoon never forgot you, now he has decided he won’t lose you twice.

a/n: Welcome to the first part of this series. It occured to me very late that it became too long to be a oneshot, so i had to cut it up. Now this first part is.. almost like an epilogue, but more detailed. So enjoy! REBLOGS AND COMMENTARY IS APPRECIATED!

Your father always called you a handful.

Not cruelly. Never cruelly. It was usually said with a tired sigh and the faintest hint of pride in his eyes, like he couldn’t decide whether to scold you or applaud you.

“You’ll go far,” he’d tell you, hands clasped behind his back as he watched you duel older cousins twice your size. “But that appetite for danger of yours will drag you down if you’re not careful.”

You always brushed him off, always laughed it off.

Because you were extraordinary.

Top marks. Impeccable wand control. A natural duelist. Pure-blooded and well-bred, raised with old magic. Professors at Hogwarts praised your essays, your reflexes, your instincts. You wanted to be an Auror — and you had the discipline to get there. Your grades never slipped. Your ambition was steady, focused, sharp.

But there was that other side of you.

The side that liked testing spells just to see how far they could stretch. The side that found creatures with too many teeth fascinating instead of frightening. 

You liked teeth and claws and things that could kill you if you made one wrong move.

PAIRING: Death Eater!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader (MDNI 18+)

SYNOPSIS: At Hogwarts, you were golden. He chose darkness and shattered you. Years later, you hesitate to kill him. He kills for you instead. Now you teach at Hogwarts, trying to forget him. But Park Sunghoon never forgot you, now he has decided he won’t lose you twice.

WORD COUNT: 50.1k (updating)

WARNINGS: Listed in each chapter, will contain angst & smut

A/N: It was supposed to be a oneshot. But i really wanna expand the story and tumblr wont allow it. So i have to cut it into chapters.

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3 (COMING SOON)

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P: Camp Counselor!Jake X Camp Counselor!Reader

Synopsis: Jake was the camp’s golden boy, everybody loved his sunshine energy. But around you? He was wrecked. Hopelessly, stupidly whipped. Always carrying your things, hovering, stealing hungry little glances. He wanted to tell you— “I’m in love with you. I want you so badly it hurts.” —but the second you brushed against him or laughed at something he said, his brain shorted out. One touch and he was done for, stuck wondering how much longer he could keep his feelings—and his desire—from exploding.

A/N: heyy guysssssss! I kinda vanished (sorry,) i had a very interesting and wild weekend with friends in a cottage in the mountains :) short story, we got drunk and i got fucking bitten and marked up by one of the guys (my arms still got hickeys two days later...) anways heres a short teaser for my next fic.

P: Rival!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader (18+) PART 2

Warnings: Rivalry, Tension, Manhandling, Obsession, Marking, Sexting, Choking, Angry Sex, Degradation, Kinda Brat!Reader, Overstimulation, TIt Play, Mean Dom!Hoon, Shower Sex, Masturbation, Begging, Teasing, Dumbification, Slight Sub space, Dubious Consent, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Possessiveness, Oral Sex, okay its filthy you get the deal.

Synopsis: The ice rink is war, and Sunghoon has always been your rival — arrogant, untouchable. His hands are rough, his kisses bruising, his voice a low taunt against your lips. With him, every mark is another victory.

Wordcount: total 27,1k

a/n: im so mad at the 1k block rule -_- Had to split the fic.. reblogs and commentary is appreciated! READ PART 1 HERE

Previously:

Your lips parted, breath shaky, the word yes already forming on your tongue, when a loud, obnoxious chime shattered the moment.

Your phone alarm—blaring from your jacket pocket like a fire drill.

You jolted, reality slamming back into you. Sunghoon’s hand froze against your skin as you fumbled for the phone, pulling it out with trembling fingers.

The screen read: “Private Lesson – Rink 2 – 11:30 AM”

Shit.

You had exactly four minutes to get across the facility.

“Fuck— gotta go!” you blurted, yanking your leggings and underwear back up in one frantic motion, the fabric snapping against your still-stinging skin as you slid off.

“Seriously?” he called after you, voice rough and edged with frustration.

You threw him a quick, absent wave over your shoulder without turning around. “Lesson! Can’t be late—bye!” You flew to the edge, snatching your blade guards from the boards and slamming them on in record time, fingers fumbling but managing. The second they clicked into place, you were off the ice, hurrying toward the lobby doors without a single glance back.

Sunghoon stayed on the rink, rooted in place near the boards—chest heaving, hair messed, lips swollen, pants still painfully tented. He looked wrecked. Furious. Completely stunned that you’d actually left him standing there, hard and aching and alone.

You didn’t slow down until you were through the doors and halfway down the hallway, pulse thundering in your ears, skin still tingling everywhere he’d touched. Only then did you let out a shaky breath, half-laugh, half-groan, and press a hand to your flaming face.

“Idiot,” you muttered to yourself, not sure if you meant him or you.

The next three weeks turned into a pressure cooker.

P: Rival!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader (18+) PART 1

Warnings: Rivalry, Tension, Manhandling, Obsession, Marking, Sexting, Choking, Angry Sex, Degradation, Kinda Brat!Reader, Overstimulation, TIt Play, Mean Dom!Hoon, Shower Sex, Masturbation, Begging, Teasing, Dumbification, Slight Sub space, Dubious Consent, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Possessiveness, Oral Sex, okay its filthy you get the deal.

Synopsis: The ice rink is war, and Sunghoon has always been your rival — arrogant, untouchable. His hands are rough, his kisses bruising, his voice a low taunt against your lips. With him, every mark is another victory.

Wordcount: Total: 27,1k

a/n: when i wrote the skating chase scene, all that went in my mind was the song wada karo from aa gale lag jaa (w movie) anyways, i had to split the fic up in 2 parts cause its too long for tumblrs stupid 1k block rule -_- reblogs and commentary is appreciated!

You loved ice skating.

There was nothing in the world that felt more like freedom than the cold bite of the rink under your blades — the way the air rushed past your ears, the way your worries fell away the moment you pushed off and let the ice carry you. It wasn’t just a sport. It wasn’t even a passion. It was breath. It was release. It was the one place where the world made sense.

Originally, it was supposed to be a hobby. Something cute. Something fun. An after-school activity your mother could brag about to her friends. 

But somewhere between your first wobbly glide and your first perfect spin, she decided it wasn’t enough.

Suddenly your “fun little hobby” became early morning practices, strict diets, bruises on your knees, and a coach who didn’t understand the meaning of a “five-minute break.” You learned quickly that the cold wasn’t the hardest part of skating, no, it was pushing your body past its limits even when your legs trembled, even when your lungs burned, even when the numbness crept up your fingers and toes until they didn’t feel like they belonged to you anymore.

You got good. Too good.

P: Heir!Riki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Power Imbalance, Obsession, Suggestive Content, Manhandling, Possessiveness.

Synopsis: You were supposed to be his servant. He became obsessed instead. When you leave, you thought you were free—until Riki finally found you again, determined to take back the one thing he refuses to lose: you.

Wordcount: 16,8k

a/n: i actually hate how i wrote this -_- kinda sucks but redemption will come.

You hadn’t planned on working in a mansion. In fact, you hadn’t planned on a lot of things that somehow became your life. But life had a way of shoving you into corners you never expected to stand in. 

Your hours at your old job were slashed so suddenly it felt like a joke — one week you were scraping by, the next you were basically being paid to breathe. Not enough to fill your fridge. Definitely not enough to meet rent.

Your landlord had already given you the tight-lipped, fake-sympathetic warning. Another late payment and you’re out. You could hear the irritation in his voice, like your existence was an inconvenience.

Stress curled into every part of your day. You’d wake up thinking about bills and fall asleep calculating how long you could stretch the groceries in your fridge. You’d tried applying everywhere, but no one wanted someone who “might not be available for evenings” or “didn’t have the experience they needed.”

You were out of time. And out of options.

So when you saw the listing online — 

LIVE-IN MAID NEEDED. PRIVATE ESTATE. FULL TIME. EXCELLENT PAY.

 —well, you didn’t hesitate.

P: Mafia!Jay X Fem!Reader (NSFW 18+)

Warnings: Violence, (Toxic Relationship Dynamic,) Obsession, Blood, Weaponry, Murder, Stalking? Collar Use, Manhandling, Degradation, Kidnapping? Manipulation, Dubious Consent, Fingering, Oral Sex, Power Imbalance.

Synopsis: Jay doesn’t love the way most men do. His affection is dressed in silk and gold. To the world, he’s a ruthless man who leaves fear in his wake. To you, he’s obsession personified — a man who promises protection but chains you with devotion. You’re not his partner. You’re his pet.

Word Count: 10,4k

a/n: this was supposed to be posted 15th october but stuff happened, but im still posting the rest of the kinktober fics either way. reblogs and commentary is appreciated!!!

You never really had much luck with men. Looking back, it was easy to trace the pattern, every time a good one showed up, you got bored; every time a bad one smiled, you leaned closer. You liked them dangerous. You liked them intense. The kind who carried their confidence like a weapon. 

That was probably why you noticed him the moment you walked into that club. It wasn’t even a good place — smoky, loud, reeking of cheap perfume and spilled liquor. You’d been hopping between bars with friends, half-drunk and restless, when you’d wandered in. The bass hit like a heartbeat, and then your eyes caught on the VIP section.

He sat there like he owned it, a drink in hand, eyes half-lidded as if the chaos around him didn’t exist. The lights caught on the silver of his rings, the edge of his watch. There was something untouchable about him, something that made you forget the word safe entirely.

You blamed the alcohol for what happened next. 

P: Gamer!Heeseung X Fem!Reader (NSFW 18+)

Warnings: Voyeurism?, Obsession, Somnophilia, Use of Drugs, Manipulation, Minor Jealousy, Noncon/Dubcon, Masturbation (he jerks off to ur underwear,) Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Degradation, Needy!Heeseung, Power Imbalance, BDSM Tones, Nipple Play, Manhandling, Minor Impact Play, Creampie

Synopsis: Heeseung is the loud, late-night gamer type — always behind his door, headset on, cursing at his screen until dawn. Annoying, but harmless. At least, that’s what you believed. When a file on his computer reveals that he’s been watching — listening — far more closely than you ever imagined, the image of your easygoing roommate shatters.

Wordcount: 12,7k

a/n: welcome to the next part of the Eternal Hunger series for kinktober!! :D reblogs and commentary are appreciated!!

You’d always thought moving in with Heeseung would be easy. He was polite and the kind of roommate who smiled too much and never left dishes in the sink. On the surface, he was perfect. Almost too perfect.

The one drawback was that he was always home.

Well, at least during the hours you were. It was almost like you lived on opposite schedules: mornings, he’d still be dead to the world while you rushed around the apartment, half-dressed and scrambling for coffee before your first lecture. Evenings, just as you came back tired from classes or work, he’d be heading out the door for his shift, waving you a lazy goodbye over his shoulder. But at night?

At night, he came alive.

Without fail, Heeseung would plant himself in front of his glowing monitor, headset clamped over his messy hair, hunched forward with laser focus. His fingers flew over his keyboard with an intensity that made you wonder if he ever blinked, his voice raised and sharp as he shouted into his mic. “No shot, no shot—!” “Bro, that’s rigged, I swear—” 

And sometimes, he streamed.

Those nights were the worst. His voice took on a different edge then, pitched higher, more animated as he bantered with his faceless chat. You could hear him narrating plays, joking, even singing along to clips they sent him — all of it bleeding through the thin walls like he was performing from inside your room instead of his.

Because the walls weren’t soundproof.

P: Roommate!Jake X Fem!Reader (NSFW 18+)

Warnings: Slight Somnophilia, Dubcon, he kinda a creep, Implied Underwear Stealing, Masturbation, Obsession, Big Dick!Jake, Voyeurism?, Overstimulation, Oral Sex, Begging, Praise Kink, Manhandling, Mating Press?, Needy!Jake.

Synopsis: Jake is sweet, a little messy, and the kind of roommate everyone envies — easy to live with, easy to love. But when you start catching him outside your door at night, listening too closely, you realize the boy-next-door charm is only a mask. Jake’s been memorizing the sounds of you breaking, and now he wants to make them himself.

Wordcount: 7,8k

a/n: happy darktober gals :) first part of the Eternal Hunger release this month! this is kinda short, sorrry :( im too swamped at the moment... reblogs and commentary is appreciated!!!

You’d been bouncing between couches for weeks — crashing at Chaewon’s for a while, then Sunoo’s, and finally Ryujin’s tiny studio where you woke up with a stiff neck and the sinking guilt that you were overstaying your welcome. After moving out of your parents’ house, you thought you’d be fine, but reality hit harder than expected: a tight student budget, late-night shifts, and no affordable rentals that didn’t look like health hazards.

You weren’t picky. All you wanted was a working bathroom, a roommate who wasn’t a creep, and a parking spot within walking distance so you didn’t have to drag yourself home after late closing shifts. Just the bare necessities — four walls, a roof, and a little peace.

So when you stumbled across the ad — Roommate wanted. Previous tenant bailed. Cheap rent. Apartment furnished. Utilities split. — you didn’t hesitate. The pictures showed a surprisingly nice setup: a clean kitchen, a cozy living room with mismatched but comfortable-looking furniture, even a small balcony. It was more than you’d dared to hope for, and the guy who posted it seemed normal enough.

You sent your request that night, half-expecting to be ignored the way you had been by shady landlords and overpriced listings. Instead, the reply came almost instantly: Sure. Come by tomorrow. We’ll see if we’re a good fit.

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1th October - Desperate Devotion

P: Roommate!Jake X Fem!Reader (18+)

Jake is sweet, a little messy, and the kind of roommate everyone envies — easy to live with, easy to love. But when you start catching him outside your door at night, listening too closely, you realize the boy-next-door charm is only a mask. Jake’s been memorizing the sounds of you breaking, and now he wants to make them himself.

10th October - Press Play

P: Gamer!Heeseung X Fem!Reader (18+)

Heeseung is the quiet gamer type — always locked in his room, headphones on, streaming late into the night. Innocent. Or so you thought. When you stumble across the folder on his computer, filled with recordings of your moans in the dark, the truth comes. He doesn’t even try to deny it. Instead, he smiles, tells you to press play, and promises he won’t stop until you’re his favorite game.

P: Psycopath!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader (NSFW 18+)

Warnings: Abduction, Captivity, Minor Stalking, Psychological Manipulation, Non-Con/ Dubcon, Violence, Bondage, Supernatural Themes, Implied Murder, Stockholm Syndrome Themes, Yandere Behavior, Power Imbalance, Obsession, Breathplay, Impact Play, Degradation, Humiliation, Overstimulation, Wet & Messy, Big Dick!Sunghoon, Objectification, Body Worship, Clit Play, Slight Breeding Kink, Oral Sex, Slight Pain Play, Marking, Nipple Play/Breast Play, Fingering, Manhandling, Somnophilia.

Synopsis: Taken by Sunghoon, you wake chained in his basement with only a rotary phone he swears is broken, yet it rings with the voices of his past victims, each one warning you of the traps he sets to break you. You survive by listening, but the more you outlast his tests, the more obsessed he becomes.

Wordcount: 20,7k

a/n: Warning! This is purely fictional! Do not take anything serious as this is the most nastiest and darkest fic i have ever created, so please read with caution. reblogs and commentary are appreciated!! (requested by @nishimurarizzler)

The children were loud today. A chorus of laughter, shouts, and tiny feet stomping against linoleum floors echoed in the classroom as you crouched beside a desk, gently correcting a crooked pencil grip. “Not too tight,” you murmured, smiling at the little boy whose tongue stuck out in concentration. “See? If you hold it like this, your hand won’t get tired.”

He nodded, scribbling a shaky letter on his worksheet, and you ruffled his hair before standing to stretch your stiff back.

Being a teacher aide wasn’t glamorous. The pay barely scraped enough to cover your textbooks, and the hours stacked on top of your own classes left you exhausted most nights. But it was steady, honest work. You liked being useful. You liked the children’s smiles. It made life feel simple again.

When the bell rang, chaos exploded, backpacks swinging, teachers calling out last reminders. You gathered worksheets into a neat stack and tucked them under your arm.

“Thanks for staying late again,” the head teacher said with a weary grin. “You’re a lifesaver.”

You waved her off. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

You didn’t. Not really. It was nice, walking home after the school emptied, when the streets were quiet and the world felt softer. 

P: Busboy!Jake X Burlesque!Reader (NSFW 18+)

Warnings: Pining, Light BDSM Elements, Service Kink/ Praise Kink, Soft Romance, Mild Humiliation, Alcohol Consumption, Unprotected Sex, Sub!Jake, Begging, Overstimulation, Teasing, Implied Jealousy, Body Worship, Mirror Sex, Munch!Jake, Use Of Pet Names.

Synopsis: You walk into his restaurant after every show like you own the night, glitter still on your thighs, lipstick perfect, heels clicking against the tile. Jake tries to stay professional, but the way you call him “pretty boy” while dragging your nails across the menu? Yeah, he's wrecked.

Wordcount: 20,5k

a/n: Another nasty fic? Sorry! Anyways... this was supposed to be longer.. but i shortened it. reblogs and commentary are appreciated!!

Jake took the job because he didn’t have much of a choice.

Rent was late — again. His roommate bailed, his hours at the bookstore were getting cut, and instant ramen was starting to taste like shame. The late-night restaurant wasn’t ideal, but it was open, quiet (mostly), and the manager didn’t ask too many questions.

It sat right on the edge of the city’s less polished side, the part his old roommate used to call “a few blocks from trouble.” Neon signs buzzed with missing letters, and half the businesses on the street were either bars, clubs, or cash-only joints that didn’t open until after 9 p.m. Jake didn’t care. The food was decent, the pay was better than minimum wage, and the tips? Shockingly good.

He started as a busboy. Scrubbing down sticky tables, hauling trays twice his weight, and dodging servers with short tempers and long legs. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was cash. And after the first week, he settled in. Headphones in during prep, apron always a little loose, polite smiles to tipsy customers who barely looked at him.

Well, most of them.

Some of the regulars — usually older women— looked at him a lot. Thought he was cute in that unpolished, boy-next-door who probably still says please and thank you kind of way. Fluffy hair, nervous laugh, soft voice, crooked name tag. He wasn’t trying to charm anyone, but the wide eyes and flushed cheeks must’ve worked in his favor, because they tipped him ridiculously well.

Twenty here, fifty there — once, someone tucked a folded hundred into his apron and told him “buy something pretty for yourself, baby.”

Thanks to them, he could finally get groceries that didn’t come in foil packets — real eggs, fresh fruit, even that brand-name cereal he always passed by on the shelf like it was a luxury item. So yeah, maybe the restaurant was two doors down from a sketchy pawn shop and directly across from a 24-hour club that played bass so loud the walls vibrated after midnight.

But it was work.