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(230820) S-CLASS ♡ HYUNJIN @ KCON LA 2023

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I just remembered those commercials that said "Rated E for Everyone"

AO3 it's more like "Rated E for Everyone Better Take a Good Look at The Tags"

I got bored and drew Nevermore characters in random images I found on my pintrest

CCCV — HyunBin Edition!

CWs: choking, pet whump, creepy/intimate Whumper controlling Whumpee's breathing, implied/fade-to-black noncon.

18+ Only, IRL (ie not fanfic/fiction) NSFW/kink blogs DNI.

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"Breathe."

Whumpee chokes out his air, catching on a cough that shakes his whole body as he desperately sucks in more.

"Please," he wheezes. "Please. I'm so sorry, sir, I'm so—"

"Again."

"I can't—"

"Again!"

Whumpee whimpers, tears running down his face, and then takes in as much air as he can and holds it.

"So much better quiet," Whumper murmurs, grabbing Whumpee's chin and pulling him closer. Pushing the heel of their shoe down between Whumpee's legs. Watching as he sweats and shakes. Listening, in case he tries to sneak a breath without permission. Again.

Whumpee's back is still bleeding from when he did. His whole body hurts, from disobeying in the first place.

He doesn't want to be bad. But it's impossible. It's impossible. Whumper wants him to do impossible things. Like keep his air in again and again and again with no regard to the agony in his chest, the way his heart is beating fast and then slow and then fast again, the way his vision is dark and shimmering at the edges because it's too much.

"Punishments are supposed to hurt," Whumper says. "Yes, the whip works, but this...well, you were very naughty. So you deserved something very special."

Whumpee chokes, and Whumper smiles. He leans down and kisses Whumpee's trembling, pale blue lips, and brushes a thumb along Whumpee's cheek, and then squeezes his nose before kissing him again.

"Longer. You're so beautiful when you suffer."

Whumpee barely hears it. He's starting to tilt to the side, to give into the blackness calling him, because even when his mouth opens on his body's instinct to breathe whether he's allowed to or not, Whumper prevents it with his own lips. Holds him close and kisses him harder, grabs Whumpee's shaking hand and presses it to where Whumper is hard.

Whumpee's chest heaves, and he grunts out a plea, and then—

Whumper releases him, holding him tight against his body.

"Breathe, precious boy. Just breathe now."

Whumper pets his hair, almost gently. "Oh, good boy. Yes. Good boy. Thank me for being so kind to allow you air."

Whumpee breathes. He gulps in air again and again, grateful. So grateful he whimpers, "Thank you..."

He'd do anything for it not to be denied again. "Thank you, sir...I'll do anything for you, sir...thank you..."

He gets another kiss, shorter this time, and he lets it happen, breathing through his nose instead. It doesn't matter. He has air. His eyes slide shut, and he kneels there, swaying slightly, as content as he ever feels.

Until Whumper. Always until Whumper does something.

"Catch your breath," Whumper murmurs to him, running his thumb along Whumpee's bottom lip as Whumpee hears him unzip his pants with the other.

"I won't be long, tonight...you've gotten me worked up with all that. And when you swallow, and can breathe again, you'll thank me for that, too."

Whumper reaches down, squeezing Whumpee until he whines.

"Pretty boy...feel so good in my hand...but you won't come tonight, either."

"Yes sir," Whumpee whispers. "Yes sir. I promise. I'll be good for you, sir."

Whumper takes a handful of his hair, guiding him forward, and hums.

"I know, sweetheart. After a little reminding of how to behave, you always are."

Introducing my friend to Nevermore was the best decision I’ve ever made (Warning: Nsfw Language?)

Lenore: You lying, cheating, fiend

Annabel: Oh yes? You’re the buffoon who thinks she can get away with everything she does. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD, PET

Lenore: Your affectionate sobriquets have no power over me. I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING MORELLA WITH ME

Duke, picking up the monopoly board: I think, perhaps, its best we stop playing.

sometimes i walk through the halls of my prison, laughing as if i could leave whenever i wished.