Be good for me, baby

you sit up, crawling to the edge of the mattress to look down at him. over the years, it feels like a muscle-bound monster has slowly crawled itself out from under the bed, replacing the soft boy you used to control. although, as you look at his flushed face, you know he is still entirely your captive. you reach out, tangling your fingers tight into his hair and pulling his head back roughly, forcing him to hiss from the impact.

"look at you," a cruel smirk playing on your lips. "look at how huge you've gotten. all those thick muscles... and you're still just a pathetic and needy little dog for me, aren't you, sannie?"

a quiet whine tears from his throat at the words, his lips parting and… he loves it. he is absolutely addicted to the way you can still overpower his mind even when he could easily crush you with his hands.

"y-yes... yes, angel," san whimpers, his hands twitching at his sides because he doesn't know where to put them, completely flustered by your sudden dominance. "please, tell me what to do…. i don’t want to be the reason you are unsatisfied."

"unzip your pants," you command, releasing his hair. "and don't you dare touch yourself. you're going to eat me out, sannie. and you better do it perfectly, or i'm leaving you hard and aching all night."

your boyfriend listens to your every word, hurriedly stripping his pants down to his thighs, as he buries his face directly between your heavenly gates, his tongue working hungrily. he is whining so goddamn loud against your soaking folds, swallowing your juices while ruthlessly abusing your hole. you reach down, gripping his hair again to push his face even harder against you, forcing him to take everything you give him. your touch turns him completely chaotic; broad shoulders are tense, biceps flexing as his fingers claw into the bedsheets, yet he is completely submissive beneath you, his lower half grinds desperately against the edge of the mattress, a stain of pre-cum already spreading across his thick and veiny cock.

when a toe-curling orgasm hits you, you moan loudly into the empty air and pull back to look down at him: his chin is completely coated in your slickness, his cheeks flushed bright red from being suffocated against your thighs. yet, he just smiles up at you, his dimples showing beautifully through his desperation. 

"did i do well, princess?" san whispers, his voice shaky, and desperately begging to hear your praise. "please, baby, tell me... tell me that i did well for you."

but you don’t praise him just yet.

you push him back onto the mattress, flipping the dynamic entirely as you straddle his lap. guiding his aching cock to your entrance, you sink down all at once, taking every single inch of his monstrous size inside your tight walls. san lets out a loud sob, his fingers instantly going to hold onto your waist, as you begin to ride him ruthlessly. he tries to suppress his moans, biting his lower lip just like he used to when he was younger, but you make it impossible.

"ah, fuck– baby, please! it's too much, i'm so sensitive," san cries out, completely honest with his feelings, unable to hide how quickly you bring him to the edge. "i can't hold it– d-don't stop, please, don't stop…"

keeping your eyes locked onto his captivated gaze as you fuck him — reminding him that no matter how big he gets at the gym and how much strength he develops, his free will belongs entirely to you.

san’s sensitive body can’t take the brutal depth of your control; his lower abdomen goes completely rigid beneath you, and with a strangled cry of your name, he loses his mind. bucking his hips upward as he shoots load after load deep inside you, as he surrenders his entire being to his beautiful angel. he clings to you tightly, panting and broken, knowing that no matter what he does, he will never be able to leave the hands that trained him.

❝ you put a leash on my heart, nail it in place ❞

MINGI has been incredibly busy lately, which has unfortunately led to you being ignored for far longer than you can handle. neglected, if you want to be completely honest with yourself. you absolutely despise being left on seen, and your boyfriend's sudden radio silence has left a bitter taste in your mouth.

he has that towering height that commands respect in every room he walks into, but you know exactly how to make that giant man whine like a helpless baby behind closed doors. what he doesn't expect you to do is show up at his sanctuary. you march straight into the kq entertainment building, as you pull out your phone to send him a single text: you have two minutes.

you deliberately give him a brief head start to hide or flee; the choice is entirely his. it becomes an instant chase through the labyrinthine hallways, like a horror movie where the monster slowly tracks down its prey. the terror turned the giant wolf into a completely helpless chick the exact second you corner him back inside his own studio, locking the door behind you.

he can't even utter a word of explanation when you literally put a leash on him. you launch forward, your hand wrapping around his warm throat, squeezing just enough to force a breathless gasp from his lips. ruthlessly pinning his broad frame flat against the soundproofed wall, punishing his days of neglect with bruising kisses and gnawing nail marks that sink straight into his collarbones. thank god this room is entirely soundproofed, because the sudden way he begins to whine and whimper under your hands is absolute music to your ears.

the big guy is feeling incredibly small under the crushing weight of your dominant touch and cold gaze. you want to be mean to him, you want to make him feel the exact phantom ache of the loneliness he inflicted on you. pulling the collar of his shirt, yanking him down until you are completely face to face, your noses brushing as you glare into his eyes. 

"so, you want to ignore me, huh, mingi?” your voice drops to a quiet hiss, dripping with anger. ”you want to ignore your sweet girlfriend who cares so much for you and got worried sick because she hasn't heard from you for days? you think you can just leave me on read and come back to a warm bed whenever you're done being an idol?"

"no, jagi, no... i'm so sorry, please," mingi whines, voice cracking pathetically. his large hands are hovering near your waist, completely trembling, too terrified to touch you without permission. "i didn't mean to, baby... the comeback preparations, i lost track of time... please, princess, don't look at me like that. i missed you so much, it was killing me."

"shut up," you snap, throwing his head back against the wall. "you don't get to speak, and you certainly don't deserve to be inside my pussy tonight. not at all. a selfish and neglectful man like you, who forgets about his own girlfriend, doesn't deserve my attention, nor my touch, and definitely not my kindness."

he slides down the wall right onto his knees before you, exactly where he belongs. he looks up at you with glossy boba eyes, looking entirely like a domestic pet begging for a single scrap of mercy from his master.

"please, jagi... please, i'll do anything. just don't withhold yourself from me. i really, really missed you."

you smirk at the desperate sight of him, and to punish him thoroughly while driving his libido into an agonizing overdrive, you decide to tease the absolute shit out of him.

“sit.” you nodded towards the sofa, and he quickly took a seat in the middle.

you step forward, hike up your skirt, and remove your panties, letting them fall on the floor. straddling one of his denim-clad thighs, as you begin to ruthlessly grind your hypersensitive clit against the rough fabric of his jeans, using his own body weight to pleasure yourself while keeping him entirely starved. you lean up and bite his earlobe, lick down his neck, and let him feel exactly how ready you are, all while keeping his hands pinned to his sides.

"ah, fuck! fuck, princess, please!" mingi screams out, a heavy groan tearing from his chest as his entire body shakes. he begins to thrash his hips upward, but you slap his inner thigh, the loud sound echoing through the soundproofed room. 

"i told you no, mingi." you command, your nails digging into his jeans.

this moment is agonizingly perfect for you, but for mingi, it is pure torture. his cock is completely engorged, throbbing painfully against his zipper, leaking heavily through his underwear. trapped under your unyielding body, forced to watch you ride his leg to a back-arching orgasm without getting a single stroke of his own.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, baby, please let me hit, i'm begging you," he cries out, his stoic persona completely disintegrated into a pathetic mess. "i swear, i'll never leave you on read again, i'll call you every hour, just please let me stretch you out... please let me slide inside you, princess, i'm begging, it hurts so bad..."

you lean down, dragging your tongue up his wet cheek, tasting his salty tears before whispering straight into his ear, "you're going to stay right here, and you're going to watch me ride your thigh until i cum. understand?” while you deliberately grind down one last time, absorbing his ruined groans, leaving him fully hard and rethinking his life choices.

❝ like an idiot, i freeze, i’m a slave ❞

WOOYOUNG loves to be the center of attention. whether it’s positive or negative, he will gladly thrive on the throne. but he tends to get incredibly envious if anyone or anything else steals your attention. he wants to be your absolute favorite, your one and only, and so, like the ultimate brat he is, he constantly talks back, teases you, and pushes your buttons just to see exactly how far he can go. tonight, however, he crossed every single line and boundary you had ever established.

your boyfriend was acting up all through dinner, causing a petty scene at the restaurant table. the bickering escalated into a genuine argument, and you were completely done playing his childish games. the exact moment he pushed too far by making comments, your entire demeanor went ice-cold. your gaze snapped to his, and like a complete idiot, he froze in place. his cocky grin instantly vanished from his lips as the realization hit him.

with a fake smile you calmly assured san that everything was fine when he asked. all wooyoung received from you for the rest of the night was a disappointed look, leaving him sweating in his seat, completely terrified of what would happen once back home.

hours later, the front door to your shared apartment clicks shut, and you don’t give him a chance to run. wooyoung tries to backpedal, his nervous laughter echoing off the walls as he attempts to gaslight you into submitting to his whims: "come on, baby, it was just a joke, you're overreacting… you're taking it way too seriously. hey, look at me–" so, what’s the absolute best way to shut up a noisy brat like him? you choke him, of course.

you don't let him finish. your hand flying up to wrap ruthlessly around his throat, slamming his back hard against the wall. your fingers wrap around his neck like a heavy steel chain, squeezing tightly enough to cut off his pathetic excuses as his hands fly up to desperately claw at your wrist. watching his eyes widen in pure shock, tracking the way he struggles for even a tiny gasp of air while his throat bobs beneath your palm… you are the absolute reason he is breathless, holding the complete power to grant or withhold his next breath.

"you think it's funny to embarrass me, woo?" you hiss, leaning close to watch his pupils dilate with absolute terror and nothing but arousal. "you want to be a mouthy little shit in public? you don't get to speak anymore, and you will learn your fucking place."

the heavy boundaries you set are exactly what he thrives on. you release his throat, making him collapse to the floor, panting and coughing heavily, but his torment has barely begun. you command him to strip completely bare and sit on the edge of the bed. your hands are steady as you grab a silk tie and a blindfold. because he doesn't deserve to see you tonight, or get a single thing he wants. binding his wrists securely behind his back and slipping the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into a darkness.

"p-princess... please," wooyoung whimpers, his head rolling back as he sits blindly on the mattress, "doll, i'm sorry. i'll be good, i swear. my cock is so hard, it hurts... please touch me, baby."

"shut up," your fingers catch the soft flesh of his earlobe and tug hard enough to make him hiss. when his hips involuntarily twitch, trying to grind and find relief, you slap his bare thigh rather harshly. "did i tell you that you could move? you're so predictably pathetic."

"no, baby... no, i'm sorry, please," he cries out, a sob tearing from his throat, completely broken and frozen under the terrifying weight of your unseen gaze.

finally, you step between his knees, leaning down, your teeth sinking hard into his shoulder to warn him before your hand wraps around his throbbing cock. but you aren't here to make him feel good; you are here to break his spirit. giving him a handjob, ruthlessly overstimulating his sensitive skin, your grip is tight and entirely merciless, pumping him straight to the brink of a shattering orgasm before you suddenly rip your hand away, denying him completely. you do it again and again, teasing him until he is begging for it.

"please, doll, let me cum! i'm gonna lose my mind, please, fuck, i can’t ta–"

"no." you push his overstimulated nerves past the point of no return. “you don't get to cum, wooyoung.”

the sensation is too overwhelming for his fragile restraint, and without your explicit permission, his cock pulses violently, shooting a frantic trajectory of thick white semen straight through the air. because you are standing directly over him, the sticky fluid splatters heavily across your cheek and the front of your clean clothes. 

the room goes deathly quiet, save for his panicked breathing. without a single word, you bring your palm aching and fast across his flushed face. the loud, stinging slap echoes sharply through the bedroom, snapping his head to the side and leaving a bright red handprint burning into his soft cheek.

"did i give you permission to cum, you fucking brat?" you ask, your voice dangerously quiet.

"n-no, princess... oh god, baby, i'm sorry, it was an accident, i couldn't–"

wooyoung lets out a shattered moan against the sting of the blow, a pathetic drop of saliva leaking from the corner of his lips. instead of shrinking away, this turns him on to an almost disgusting degree. his cock twitches hard, a fresh wave of pre-cum leaking from the tip as he shivers uncontrollably from the way only you could make him feel.

❝ you dig in your sharp claws, to you i’m forever chained up ❞

before you even started dating JONGHO, you knew he was physically unbreakable. he carries an effortless strength in his bones and is fiercely private about his personal life, especially when it comes to the sacred territory of your bedroom activities. for a man like him to submit is a massive deal. it requires an unparalleled level of absolute trust, and it always demands that you get extra worked up just to breach his defences.

you can sink your teeth deep into his shoulder or dig your nails completely raw into his broad back, and his ridiculously high pain tolerance makes it feel like nothing physical can ever truly hold him down. he could snap a tight silken tie or a leather rope with a single flex of his wrists, but he chooses not to, because the singular thought of making you sad, frustrated, or genuinely mad is the one thing in the entire universe that actually breaks his heart. 

since you cannot overpower him physically, you destroy him emotionally and mentally. you resort to a kind of angry sex tonight because you are so incredibly annoyed by his unbothered nature. you want to be a true sadist, but the fact that he barely flinches is driving you absolutely crazy. kissing him all over his face, sweetly cooing at him to lie perfectly flat for you, before using your teeth and nails ruthlessly, marking his honeyed-soft skin until he is redder than a strawberry. you intentionally pick positions where you can look down and mock his power, straddling his lap and leaning close to his ear.

"you could stop me right now, jongho," you taunt, your fingers digging hard into his jaw. "you could easily throw me off you and take whatever you want… why don't you?"

through his ragged panting, his dark eyes lock onto yours, completely glazed with nothing but pure adoration. "because i'm yours, princess," jongho rasps out, his deep voice sending a heavy vibration straight through your thighs. his fingers twitch against the mattress, forcing himself to stay pinned beneath you. "i don't want to move unless you tell me to. do whatever you want to me, baby. i'm not going anywhere."

you begin riding him like there is absolutely no tomorrow, slamming your hips down against his in a brutal rhythm. literally digging your nails deep into his shoulders and back, leaving long tracks on his skin. leaning down, you sink your teeth hard into the junction of his neck and shoulder, biting down until you can taste the salt of his sweat, desperate to extract a cry of pain from him. but jongho doesn't flinch. he leans directly into the bite, letting out a hum, because to him, every scratch proves that he is forever chained up to his pretty girl.

you slap his chest hard, your breath hitching as you continue to bounce up and down, "make a sound, jongho! fuck– tell me it hurts!" you snap, completely frustrated. 

he is so sweet, yet naturally so commanding. you are actively trying to hurt him, but your boyfriend doesn't react to the pain you are trying so hard to cause. instead, his heavy hips give a lazy thrust that drives his massive cock deep against your cervix. your boyfrined even gets a little pushy with his advice, suggesting exactly where you should strike next to satisfy your frustration.

"right there, my sweet girl... bite harder right there," he pants, freeing one of his hands from the rope, gently guiding your chin to a sensitive spot on his throat. "if you want to make me bleed, you need to dig your nails right into the small of my back. don't hold back, hm? let it out on me."

it's completely infuriating. he was born to dominate every stage and room he walks into. however, on rare occasions like this, he doesn't mind giving you control to let you have your fun. but you aren't finding it fun right now; you're getting tired, and his infinite stamina is downright pissing you off.

you collapse forward against his chest, completely spent, your muscles trembling too hard to keep up the ruthless pace. forcing yourself to cockwarm him as your breathing slowly evens out. the space between your lower halves is an absolute wet mess, a combined puddle of your multiple orgasms.

staring down at the masterpiece you just created. his skin is completely ruined and marked by your violence: covered in red scratches, deep bite marks, and dark bruises. he looks like a priceless painting that has been aggressively signed by its rightful owner. honestly, fuck him. not that you aren't doing it literally, but you are getting exhausted. his cock is still rock-hard inside you, pulsing lazily, his heartbeat steady and strong beneath your cheek as if he could go for three more rounds without even breaking a sweat. 

jongho smiles softly up at you, his warm hand finally coming up to gently stroke your hair, completely unbothered by the burning scratches on his back. "you tired already, my pretty girl?" he murmurs, his voice incredibly soft and deep as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. "take your time, baby. i'm not moving a single muscle. i'm tying you later anyway, so do as you please."

© KISSSAN do not copy, repost or modify my work.

A friend found 12 of their My Hero Academia fics uploaded to the site. If you have written for that fandom, please check whether your work has been stolen by this platform. Several people have demanded that their work be removed, but whoever runs the site just responds with instructions for a DMCA takedown request, which is hugely invasive regarding private information and honestly makes it look a bit like an identity theft scam.

Some AO3 users have complained on the site itself, and you can see the admins just responded with a DMCA request form. I also just tried to get into the "Fanfiction" category on the site, and got 404ed? The site is very janky/broken, which makes it look even more suspect. Thus far I don't think the BG3 fandom's works have been affected, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time. The best way to prevent your works from being scraped right now is to lock down your viewers/readers to only registered AO3 users.

How to lock down your works on AO3 to prevent scraping/theft

The best way to do this is to lock down your works so that they can only be accessed/read by registered AO3 users. I just want to say upfront - this is not absolutely foolproof. If a registered user is going around doing the scraping, this method won't do much to stop anyone. But at the very least your work will have some basic protection from scrapers that pull publicly available works.

Fortunately, AO3 provides the option to edit all your works at once, so it makes it much easier to lock them all down, and then 'unlock' them later.

When using desktop, navigate to your AO3 profile dashboard. At the top right (below your AO3 username), you will see the button to "Edit Works".

From there you'll head to the "Edit Multiple Works" page, and on that page select the box to choose "All" works. You might need to do this for each fandom you have written for. Then click through on the "Edit" button.

On the next page, scroll down until you reach the "Privacy" section, and under the "Visibility" subsection, make sure to select "Only show to registered users". To 'unlock' your works again later, you follow these same steps, but instead select the "Show to all" option.

Hopefully this will help in the interim while this particular platform is doing this, but unfortunately with AI scraping being a reality now, any work that is publicly accessible is at risk of being stolen or scraped. I really hope this information is helpful in this particular instance though.