#hoon

i would let him do unspeakable things that are absolutely concerning to feminism in all forms.

too big | j.yh 정윤호

tags + warnings: 18+ mdni, huge!yunho x small!reader, size kink, breeding kink, short drabble

synopsis: yunho’s huge, everything about him is huge, and it’s all fun and games until -

a/n: really think yunho would do this tbh, making you feel small and helpless as you take him so well :((

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messy bangs and sweat dripping down his forehead, he attempted to breach your entrance. you gasped “s’big…nnnngh…too big” His red veiny tip was barely through your folds and you were already blabbering incoherently, nails digging into his back. as if it wasn’t enough, he grabbed your thighs and hooked it over his shoulder, setting you up in a mating press, trapping you in the sheets. now there’s no escape. “shhh..you can take this princess c’mon”. He pressed a gentle and light kiss on your forehead, “it’s gonna fit. I’ll make it fit.” he whispers, wrapping his left hand around your tiny waist, hands so huge that it covered the majority of your waistline. he put his right hand on your mouth, and in one snap, he sinks his entire length into your heat. you let out a muffled scream, eyes rolling backwards, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You swear you felt your walls tear from the stretch. “s-so mean..yunho meanie….nnnngh..hurts” he smiles innocently at your broken words “but I made it fit princess” he takes your left hand that was helplessly gripping the sheets, and placed it on top of your belly, and that’s when you felt it. a bulge in your stomach. his huge bulge. he lets out a groan of relief, burying his low moans against the crook of your neck. “m’gonna breed you so full, so so full.”

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zhangyi-johee

11 months ago

Wish there was no other jobs besides growing strawberries, author, cafe owner and librarian

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zhangyi-johee

2 years ago

wicked games - park seonghwa

release date : coming soon

word count : 25k+

genre : short mlm (seongjoong), mentions of homophobia, horror, fantasy, gore, smut, angst, violence, character death, mentions of eating/cooking, mentions of religious figures/fantasy au, angel/demon au, mentions of blood.

fic playlist - credit to my friend.

starring :

seonghwa as samael/lucifer

you as y/n

yeosang as michael

san as alastair

yunho as uriel

jongho as ezekiel

his back bled, and feathers lay everywhere; it was the most excruciating pain seonghwa had ever felt in his years as an archangel.

“take him away,” he said.

and that’s exactly what ruined the perfect balance that upheld heaven. his own brothers wrapped their arms around seonghwa’s shoulders, dragging him out of the silver city. his back dragged across the floor, painting the marble crimson. seonghwa slowly felt the moon-like essence leave him, his body was soon going to be nothing but fire.

seonghwa was in anger. tears spilled from his eyes at how he lost his father so easily. jongho and yeosang ripped any remaining pieces of the wings off, causing seonghwa to yelp in agony. his eyes glowed white as his brothers cried tears at his torment.

“brother, why would you go against him ?” they yelled. their white eyes blazed as they tore through seonghwa’s spine, dissecting the very fabric of the angel wings out of his back. he had lost the title of a celestial being. no longer was he god's favorite son: his right hand.

i’d like to see the moon with you.” he told hongjoong.

“is this your way of confessing your love to me?” the shorter male laughed.

seonghwa stupidly smiled, looking down at his feet, unable to offer an answer to the very cute young man in front of him.

“oh my god !” hongjoongs eyes widened in surprise, “it is !”

his expensive leather shoes came into vision and suddenly a fingertip beneath your chin lifted your face up. you swallowed. he was so much more breathtaking this close and if you stared any longer, you swear you’d pass out.

“why do you seem so nervous?” he asked. you shook your head, “ ‘m not, sir. it’s just a little hot in here.” you slapped yourself internally realizing how that sounded once you said it out loud.

his eyebrow rose. “really ? it’s like 67 degrees here. i didn’t think that was considered to be hot.” now that he said it, you realized that it was chilly in here and that his hand under your chin was so so fucking hot like he was running a fever of some sort.

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zhangyi-johee

2 years ago

This hurt so BAAADDD

Set Fire to the Rain

Sunghoon x F!reader

You never wanted this life. It wasn't what you dreamed of becoming in the first place yet here you are, sprawled between the sheets, a fucked-out mess and a pang to your chest. Sunghoon was out in the middle of the night with no one knows who, must be tangled in someone else's legs yet you can't blame him with the wreck, he forcefully stated that he never wanted to be with someone as blunt as you.

It started out with a normal relationship, Sunghoon was kind, Sunghoon was in love, yet Sunghoon get easily bored and you never got the exact reason why. You gave him everything you got. Your life circled around his orbit but he wasn't feeling it anymore, and soon when you realized that you're wrapped around his finger, that you won't ever leave his side, he goes around to torment you.

Sunghoon loves the feeling. To tear you apart in a mess seems like the perfect pleasure for him, he craves for it, he's eager about it. You, crying your heart out for him to come back, to plead in virtue, to be on your knees for him and him only.

'Sorry, the number you called was busy. Please try again later…' followed by a beep, your tears have dried yet you can't do anything about it so you hugged to your knees in the large mattress and drift to sleep.

The morning shone through the curtains, sighing to yourself. You limply stood up to glance at the empty side of the bed, Sunghoon didn't sleep beside you. You heard a thud in the other room, You went out and saw him in his jeans, his torso was bare while he fidgets through the fridge to pickup a bottle of water, he spots your figure watching as his adam's apple bobbed up and down his throat.

He just placed the now empty bottle at the counter, passing by you, your shoulder connects in seconds and you felt the ghostly feeling at the part that his skin gazed between yours, an empty feeling to your gut.

He lounges to the living room, sprawling his legs to the small table, browsing through the remote control, You followed him silently, still standing to your feet and he didn't took a care to look at your way, as if you're never present, as if you didn't exist.

You finally muttered something, something that urges your eyes to prick "Where were you last night?" His eyes never leaving the screen as he watches on the stupid show like it was more interesting than you or what you just asked him. "Sunghoo-…"

"Fuck, must I give you an update everyday like a kid?!" He annoyingly replied. He sighs to himself, "Can't even have a silent morning here, no?" He continues, glancing at you, mad, tired and annoyed. "All I'm asking was where were you last-…"

"I was out fucking with the bestest whore I could get, satisfied now?" He bitterly replies. Your heart sank to the bottom, your tears finally making its way down to your cheeks, You stifle to cry, turning your back against him and return to your room. He was quick to call you out, halting your movements

"Anyways, pickup the laundry to my bedroom, Wash it out like you always do. You're good with that aren't you?"

When you went to his bedroom and saw the sleeping form of some random girl that he romanced last night, You felt your knees weak. He was definitely stating the truth, he went out and not only that, he went back home with her. The heavy feeling on your chest only doubled, no, tripled even but you took the courage to pickup the scattered clothing. His boxers, her bra, her panties, his shirt and when you finally finished, you went to chuck it down the washing machine. He only follows you with a gaze. Testing you, waiting for you to slap him, to shout at him, to tell him that we was a prick, no, a demon even.

To his surprise, not even a reply he got from you, not even a retort but an empty shell of his once lover, hovering around from his bedroom to the washing machine silently. He chuckles to himself, you really had the confidence of never leaving him, even if it means that he gets to fuck around with someone, even if it means that it hurts you, it disgust you, it itches through every inch of your skin.

He went back to his bedroom, locking the door. You glanced at his back, returning to the living room to turn off the tv but regret gushes over you when you heard a dueted moans of pleasure. coming from Sunghoon and the girl.

This was what you wanted. This was what's the come up of you pleading on this masochist person again and again to stay in his life yet regret seems to forget to slap you in the face. This was what you deserved. You stood up from the couch, blocking your ears, if only you could somehow ease the pain on your chest. You pulled out the suitcase that was long forgotten at the corner of your bedroom. What was once you used to bring your stuff now was used to empty everything.

Sunghoon leaves his bedroom minutes later to an empty place with you nowhere to be found. He chuckles, finally immersed in himself to the victory that he always wanted, of you finally getting disgusted to him, of you finally leaving him. He wipes the corner of his face to remove the smudged lipstick. He smells of alcohol and cigarettes, he glanced his way at the empty laundry room, the machine finally stopped. He jumps to the bathroom for a quick shower and when he went out, the whore that was naked earlier is now wearing one of his shirt. He didn't really gives a fuck about her but whatever makes you agitated will always bring pleasure to him. He pulls out his wallet from his nightstand and shoves the cash payment for the night which she gladly accepted. She stood up from the bed leaning in to give a peck when he stops her with an arm,

"Fuck off" he says coldly, shoving the woman outside his house. Minutes later you came back with grocery bags on both hands. You found him nowhere as he went out again to God knows what he's doing. You sighed to yourself, returning to the washing machine to pull out the chunk of clothing. Hanging it strategically so it could dry faster. You returned to the kitchen cabinets to fill up with the grocery.

Fucked out and drunk, Sunghoon comes back to the silent of his home at 1 in the morning. This time without a hoe on his shoulder, The house was in shambles. The throw pillows are on the ground, The glass cabinet was smashed, glasses and pieces of it decorating the tiles. His blood was boiling, he remembers how you still had the spare key of his home. He thinks that it was your doing, that he finally got you mad, that you finally ravished the once sanctuary of him and yours.

Only to find traces of blood on your bedroom.

'In another news, A woman in her 20s 's was found dead at 1 in the morning. It was said that a robbery happened. The woman defended for herself and tried to call for help before the robber slashed her neck with a kitchen knife. His boyfriend was found not guilty and police are now investigating about the robber….'

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zhangyi-johee

2 years ago

[12:56am] park sunghoon

Warnings: profanity, violence, mentions of murder, blood, bit more violence, severe yandere themes.

Bonus! They're both yanderes! Feedback of any kind, rbs and comments preferred♡ enjoy!

"Sunghoon, for the last time," you closed your eyes, a tone dripping of frustration.

"Stop showing up covered in fucking blood, it's getting all over the carpet!"

He stood in the living room wearing an innocent expression drenched in crimson red. "Sorry," he pouted. "But, in my defense, I had good reasons."

"Ugh, who was it this time?" You grabbed his hand, dragging him to the bathroom. You tugged at his shirt to get it in water as quickly as you could.

"It was that guy that wouldn't stop staring at you at the bus stop," he peeled the soaked shirt off, blood still staining his pale skin. "Does the water have to be so cold?" He whined as he filled the bath like you always instructed.

"Sunghoon, I told you he was harmless and, yes, cold water gets blood out," you sighed, going into the room to fetch him clean clothes. "How would you like it if I randomly went out and killed everyone that stared at you?"

He scoffed as he switched the tap off. "What happened to Jay then?"

You stood in the doorway of the bathroom, holding a fresh pair of pj's for him. "I already told you, he moved to some country in South America, he didn't say where."

"Without his watch he never takes off to the point where he has a mark on his wrist? The one you have in your nightstand?"

You rolled your eyes, plopping the clothes on the counter next to the sink. "Fine, he moved closer."

He looked at you one more time. "Fine, he's in a ditch somewhere, now get in," you yelled, giving him a light shove.

He dipped his finger in the water, whimpering at the temperature. "Stop being a bitch and get in before I push you," you folded your arms across your chest. He pouted one more time. "Fine."

He let out a loud cry when he got in, wriggling like a baby. "It's fucking ice cold!" He held himself as he curled into a ball.

"That's what you get for being so goddamn reckless," you said, moving to the cabinet for the shampoo. "How did you get blood in your hair again?"

"Well, it's a funny story," he chuckled, watching the water slowly turn a dark red. "I sort of don't really remember, I just ran at him with a knife and-"

"That's great, hold your breath," you said, closing his ears. He looked at you with saddened eyes as he took a deep breath. You pushed him down, completely submerging him in the water before lifting him back up.

He gasped, shaking his head and pinching his eyes to get some of the water out. You closed your eyes, giggling at his puppy-like mannerisms. "Maybe if you learn your lesson and stop covering yourself in fucking blood," you muttered, squirting a blob of shampoo onto your hand. "Why can't you just be like me? It's obvious I'm better at making your life easier."

"Well, if you're not prepared to get messy for me, then maybe you don't love me as much," he smiled cheekily, smile dropping when he was met with your unamused expression.

"Seems you don't love me enough to not risk jail time," you mumbled, scrubbing the shampoo into his hair, watching it slowly turn pink.

His pout stayed prominent as he watched your concentrated face try blinking away the tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "Hey," he said softly, grabbing your wrists to stop you. "I'm sorry."

"If you're sorry, you'd stop being so stupid!" You yelled at him, causing him to flinch. "I worked hard for this life, Sunghoon, much harder than you have. I make your life easier, ridding you of people you don't need while you kill anyone that even looks in my direction, I don't even have friends anymore because of you!"

"But you don't need friends, you just need me," he said, cupping your cheeks, squishing your face ever so slightly.

You went back to scrubbing his hair. "You need me a lot more," you dunked your hands in the water, preparing to rinse his hair. "You would've gotten kidnapped that one time if it wasn't for me."

He pursed his lips. "Okay, true."

"And that other time when you left a witness," you shook your hands, going back to closing his ears.

"Good point." He took another deep breath, letting you push him back down into the bathwater, managing to rinse his own hair as you kept his ears closed.

"And recently Jay trying to steal you from me," you said loud enough for him to hear, pinching his ears harder as you slowly grew upset at the thought.

It didn't occur to you that Sunghoon was struggling to come up from the water as you kept your grip strong on his head. He had to physically toss water up to get your attention, to which you flinched from the feeling of water splashed on you.

"Sorry," you let go of his head, letting him come back up, coughing and gasping for air.

"He wasn't trying to steal me," he said hoarsely as he shook his head once more. "He was just trying, and failing, to make me leave you."

"And you thought about it," you said, walking to the cabinet below the sink, reaching for a bucket big enough to fit his clothes in.

"I did not!" He defended himself. He took one of the washcloths, dousing it with liquid soap before scrubbing away the blood on his skin.

"Yes you did, I overheard your conversation," you placed the bucket next to the bath and grabbed the shower head. "You said you'd consider it."

"I just said it so he wouldn't bring it up again," he muttered, continuing to scrub his skin, creating pink foam. "Please don't be mad."

"You still said it," you said with a deadpan expression as you filled the bucket with water. "And I'm mad. And you know what that means."

He stopped his movements, dropping the cloth into the water. "Wait no, you can't punish me!"

You furrowed your eyebrows, holding the shower head over the bucket. "The fuck do you mean I can't? I can, and I fucking will."

"No, come on, please," he tried to bargain. "I didn't mean it, please don't hurt me."

"How else will you learn not to do stupid shit like that?"

He whined, unable to say anything to change your mind. Sure, he loved how hard-headed you were at times, he loved how your stubbornness basically protected him. But he hated it when those two characteristics caused him pain.

"Tears aren't gonna get you out of this," you said, switching the tap off as you watched his eyes well up with tears.

"But, but," he pouted, threatening to explode at any moment.

You put the shower head down, leaving the bathroom to walk to the kitchen. "Stupid fucking Sunghoon," you muttered angrily. "Making me do this." You looked around, finally eyeing the knife block holder. You lifted each one individually, checking to see which one was the sharpest before pulling one of them out.

You made your way back to the bathroom, holding the knife high enough for Sunghoon to see.

"Wait, y/n!" He held his hands up, trying to calm you down. "Don't do this, I swear I wasn't going to leave!"

"It's a pity," you said, completely ignoring him. "I really liked Jay, he was such a sweetheart to me. He bought me several bottles of my favorite perfume, all because I was sad. He even made me a pretty flower crown from daisies he handpicked." You had the very edge of the knife on your fingertip, twirling it slowly.

"Yet he begged you to leave me, and you couldn't say no."

Sunghoon was scared. He was intimidating to others, no one dared to mess with him. Through the years, he feared no one, for everyone was a threat. The only person he ever learned to fear was you, and he had to learn it the hard way.

Sure he was crazy, driven by his extreme love for you. But you were obsessed with him, insane enough to threaten suicide if he even looked at another person.

"You need a reminder," you grabbed his blood-drenched clothes, shoving them into the bucket. "You belong to me, you're never leaving me, not even in death."

"Yes, I do, I know I do," he nodded, trying his best to back away even though he was basically trapped. "I know I'm yours, only yours."

You smiled at him, holding your hand out. "Arm. Now."

He knew he had no way out of this. He held his forearm out, letting it rest on the palm of your hand. He turned away, keeping his eyes closed, wincing when the blade began to pierce his skin.

You carefully carved your name into his forearm. It was funny to you how he couldn't handle your punishments as well as he forced you to take his.

"You're such a little bitch," you spat at him, watching him wince in pain. "I landed up unconscious in hospital after you pushed me into a wall and you can't handle this?"

He didn't have any response besides a tiny "it hurts."

"Not as much as me breaking your legs if you ever say something like that again," you threatened. "You know that I'll die if you leave me, do you want me to die, Sunghoon? Is that what you want?"

"No, I would never!" He ripped his arm away from you, causing you to accidentally cut his forearm. "I would rather kill myself than even think of you dying, I love you too much to lose you."

You set the knife down next to you. "You sure you love me?"

"Don't ever question my love for you," he said seriously, not paying attention to the blood dripping from his wound. "If I ever killed you, I'd kill myself so we can continue to be together forever."

"Aww," you smiled happily. "That's probably one of the most romantic things you've ever said to me." You moved away from the bath. "Now get out and get dressed so I can clean that wound and give you more love."

He returned your happy smile, his chest ached with love as his heart felt like it would explode at any moment. He got out of the bath, chasing you out so he could get dressed.

"I don't care if you washed me, leave," he laughed as you argued that you'd basically been staring at him naked for how long already.

His wound wasn't bleeding anymore but it still needed tending to. Before he dried his hair, he quickly grabbed the first aid kit sitting on the counter you two kept within arms reach because of how often you hurt each other.

"Sunghoon, hurry up!" You whined from the bedroom.

"I'm coming!" He smiled to himself as he finished dressing the wound, drying his hair as much as he could before he left the bathroom.

The second he walked into the bedroom, he felt overwhelmed with love when he saw you sitting upright on the bed, waiting for him. The amount of love he had for you was more than the distance of this solar system to every other in the galaxy. He adored you, was obsessed with you, and you were just the same.

He was the love of your life, your entire universe and more. Nothing could ever be more beautiful than him. You felt blessed every day knowing you had him by your side. Your heart threatened to burst every time you saw him, the love and adoration you had for him was immeasurable.

He hopped on the bed next to you, dragging you down with him. "This is nice," he mumbled.

You let out an adorable laugh as you made yourself comfortable, wriggling out of his grasp so you could lay on your side to face him, wanting to get a good look at him.

"I love you," you said sweetly, running a hand through his hair.

"Not as much as I love you," he smiled, scooting himself closer to you, close enough to plant a peck on your lips.

"Try me." You both laughed as you leaned into each other, holding one another while exchanging a soft kiss.

There was no worse combination than crazy and crazy, but you two were the perfect exception.

You two were batshit insane and in love.