#Gis For Land Management

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GIS for Land Management: Revolutionizing Land Use Planning

Land management is a critical process that involves the use, development, and preservation of land resources in a sustainable manner. As urbanization continues to rise and natural resources face mounting pressure, the need for innovative tools to manage land efficiently has become increasingly important. Geographic Information Systems (GIS) have emerged as a revolutionary technology in this domain, transforming the way land use planning and management are conducted.

This article explores how GIS is revolutionizing land management, its benefits, applications, and its potential to address future challenges in land use planning.

What is GIS, and Why is it Important for Land Management?

Geographic Information Systems (GIS) are computer-based tools that collect, store, analyze, and visualize spatial data. By integrating data from various sources, GIS enables users to gain valuable insights into geographical patterns and relationships. GIS is particularly important for land management because it provides a comprehensive and dynamic understanding of spatial data, empowering decision-makers to optimize land use and resource allocation.

In land management, GIS serves as a powerful tool for:

Mapping and visualizing land resources.

Identifying land use patterns and changes.

Facilitating data-driven decision-making.

Predicting future land use scenarios.

Benefits of GIS in Land Management

1. Enhanced Decision-Making

GIS enables data-driven decision-making by providing accurate and up-to-date information about land resources. By analyzing spatial data, planners can make informed choices about land allocation, zoning, and development priorities.

2. Improved Efficiency

GIS automates various tasks, such as mapping and data analysis, which significantly reduces time and effort. This efficiency allows land managers to focus on strategy and planning rather than manual data processing.

3. Sustainable Land Use

One of the primary objectives of land management is to ensure sustainable use of resources. GIS facilitates the identification of environmentally sensitive areas, helps in assessing the impact of development projects, and supports conservation efforts.

4. Real-Time Monitoring

GIS allows real-time monitoring of land use changes, making it easier to track unauthorized activities, natural disasters, and other dynamic phenomena. This capability is crucial for maintaining compliance with land use regulations.

5. Cost Savings

By optimizing land use and minimizing resource wastage, GIS helps reduce costs associated with land development, environmental degradation, and disaster recovery.

Key Applications of GIS in Land Management

1. Urban Planning

GIS is extensively used in urban planning to design city layouts, manage infrastructure development, and optimize land use. By analyzing population density, transportation networks, and land availability, GIS helps planners create sustainable and efficient urban environments.

2. Agriculture and Forestry

In agriculture, GIS aids in precision farming by analyzing soil properties, crop patterns, and climate conditions. In forestry, GIS supports activities such as forest mapping, biodiversity conservation, and fire risk assessment.

3. Environmental Conservation

GIS plays a vital role in environmental conservation by identifying areas at risk of deforestation, erosion, or habitat loss. It also aids in monitoring protected areas and implementing conservation strategies.

4. Disaster Management

GIS is an indispensable tool for disaster management, helping to identify high-risk areas, plan evacuation routes, and assess post-disaster damage. This application is critical for mitigating the impact of natural disasters on land resources.

5. Land Administration

GIS streamlines land administration processes, including property registration, boundary mapping, and land valuation. This improves transparency, reduces disputes, and enhances governance.

6. Infrastructure Development

For infrastructure projects, GIS provides valuable insights into topography, soil stability, and environmental impact. This ensures that projects are planned and executed efficiently while minimizing their ecological footprint.

Case Studies: GIS Transforming Land Management

1. Urban Redevelopment in Singapore

Singapore, known for its limited land resources, uses GIS extensively for urban redevelopment. By integrating spatial data, the government identifies underutilized areas, plans high-density housing projects, and ensures efficient land use.

2. Forest Management in the Amazon

GIS has been instrumental in monitoring deforestation in the Amazon rainforest. By analyzing satellite imagery, conservationists track illegal logging activities and implement measures to protect biodiversity.

3. Disaster Preparedness in Japan

Japan leverages GIS for disaster preparedness, particularly for earthquakes and tsunamis. GIS helps map high-risk zones, plan evacuation routes, and allocate resources effectively.

4. Agricultural Development in Africa

In Africa, GIS is used to promote sustainable agricultural practices. By analyzing soil quality, rainfall patterns, and crop yields, GIS enables farmers to optimize their land use and increase productivity.

Challenges and Future Opportunities

While GIS offers numerous benefits, its adoption in land management is not without challenges. Key obstacles include:

High Initial Costs: Implementing GIS technology requires significant investment in software, hardware, and training.

Data Availability and Accuracy: Reliable spatial data is essential for effective GIS applications, but data quality and accessibility can vary.

Technical Expertise: The complexity of GIS tools necessitates specialized training, which may not be readily available in all regions.

Despite these challenges, the future of GIS in land management looks promising. Advancements in technology, such as cloud computing, artificial intelligence (AI), and remote sensing, are enhancing GIS capabilities. Additionally, the integration of GIS with emerging technologies like drones and the Internet of Things (IoT) is opening new possibilities for real-time data collection and analysis.

Conclusion

GIS for land management is revolutionizing the way we approach land use planning and resource allocation. By providing a powerful platform for data analysis, visualization, and decision-making, GIS empowers planners and policymakers to address the complex challenges of sustainable development. From urban planning to environmental conservation, the applications of GIS are vast and transformative.

As technology continues to evolve, the potential of GIS in land management will only grow, paving the way for smarter, more sustainable use of our planet's resources. Embracing GIS is not just an option but a necessity for ensuring the efficient and responsible management of land in the 21st century.

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The quality and sustainability of road infrastructure play a pivotal role in societal development, economic growth, and the safety of communities. To address the challenges of road construction and maintenance, advanced digital tools such as Road Condition Monitoring Systems (RCMS) are becoming indispensable. Leveraging technologies like AI-powered pothole detection, data analytics, and interactive visualization, RCMS ensures efficient planning, monitoring, and maintenance of road networks.

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[catchastarorten]

—Sleep well.

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader

Summary: Gi-hun suggested that the group took turns staying on watch in case the other players attacked, him and Jung-bae stayed up while you and the others napped, Dae-ho took his place beside you to rest with you.

Content: fluff, cuddling(?), you head-butting him in your sleep lol, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not really proofread, sorry!

Word count: 808

You were tucked into the corner with your group—Gi-hun, Jung-bae, Young-il, Dae-ho, and Jun-hee. Trust was a rare thing in the games, but the six of you managed to stick together, watching each other’s backs through the brutal rounds.

The weight of exhaustion clung to you, but Gi-hun’s paranoia kept your eyes open longer than you would have liked. He wasn’t wrong, though. The fear was palpable.

Your group pulled a couple of mattresses off of the bunks, arranging them as best as possible. One was dragged and laid flat against the wall, the others shoved under bunk frames for some semblance of protection.

“Is this really necessary? I don’t like sleeping under there.” Jung-bae asked, sliding a mattress to Gi-hun, who shoved it under a bunk frame.

“Once the lights go out, somebody might attack us.” Gi-hun said, his eyes focused and his voice steady. “The prize money still goes up if we kill each other. It’s a part of the game they designed.”

You exchanged a look with Dae-ho, who sat cross-legged beside you, holding onto some blankets and pillows. He had been your shadow ever since Red light, Green light. Always sticking close, insisting on protecting you in this place after seeing the way you froze during the first game—when he told you to stay behind him closely so you could use him as a human shield.

“We need to take turns keeping watch after the lights go out.” Gi-hun muttered, sitting down at the foot of the bunk beds, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “I’ll take the first watch.”

The lights flickered out not long after, leaving the only source being the giant piggy-bank hung on the ceiling that was glowing dimly.

It was after a while when Jung-bae rolled out lazily from under a bunk and plopped down beside Gi-hun, the two of them speaking in hushed voices.

You laid down on one of the mattresses, wrapping the thin blanket around yourself. Dae-ho settled beside you not long after, and though you weren’t expecting it, his hand brushed against yours as he shifted to get comfortable, and you were sure you saw his face flush before he hid it, which barely worked, to be honest.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll fight them off if they try to come over here.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart ache in the best way. Dae-ho had a knack for looking out for you since you met him in the games, even in the little ways—giving you his portion of food, stepping in when someone got too close. You hadn’t known him long, but there was this easy warmth between the two of you.

Within minutes, you were sound asleep.

Dae-ho’s soft snores filled the small space you both shared. Exhaustion had gotten the better of him, just like it did to you. His arm had draped protectively over your side in his sleep, his presence a cocoon of safety.

Gi-hun and Jung-bae sat near the bunks, their attention now drawn to the sound of soft snoring. Both sets of eyes landed on you and Dae-ho, curled up together on the mattress.

“They’re out like a light,” Jung-bae remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You know, seeing them like that... it reminds me of when we went on strike. We were occupying the factory, and management told us to come out. They said anyone who came out voluntarily would be let off the hook and receive more severance pay.”

Gi-hun stared into the distance, as if recalling what happened.

“You were sleeping beside me and you were talking in your sleep. ‘Mom, I’m hungry, give me some food.’” Jung-bae made an exaggerated crying face, and Gi-hun gave him a glare as Jung-bae nudged him with his elbow, smirking.

Their voices echoed, and soon enough, soft laughs filled the quietness.

Jung-bae chuckled again, louder this time. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. The noise had reached you, and you stirred slightly. Dae-ho, still asleep, curled closer to you instinctively, his arm tightening around your side. His movement caused your head to shift slightly, and without warning, you head-butted him in your half-asleep state of grogginess.

Dae-ho furrowed his brows, a soft noise escaping his lips as he shifted again, burying his face into the crook of his arm. You tugged the blanket over your shoulders, muttering something incoherent before nestling deeper into the mattress, falling right back asleep.

Jung-bae stifled another laugh, his shoulders shaking with the effort. Gi-hun gave him a glare, but a faint smile was already tugging at the corners of his mouth too.

“They’re like kids,” Jung-bae whispered, his tone fond.

“Let them sleep. They’ll need it.” Gi-hun shook his head and sighed softly.

[maruflix]

CAVE CANEM #oneshot #squidgame #thefrontman

Cave canem. Beware of dogs. In the ruthless games, there are countless hounds looking for prey. Oh Young-Il promises to be your shield, your shepherd, your guardian angel— but you soon find out that it’s often the unassuming ones who are the most dangerous.

feat. the frontman / hwang in-ho / oh young-il　　⎯⎯　wc. 2.5k

cw: female reader, yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, manipulation, squid game spoilers, i’ll use all of his names & nicknames here so don’t get confused, i do not condone yanderes irl, no beta we die like all 455 players in season 1

I.

It’s funny how tragedy brings people together.

It has only been twenty two hours since you entered the twisted battle royale with 45.6 billion won dangled on top of you, but you’ve found companionship in fellow participants: Player 456 Seong Gi-hun, Player 388 Kang Dae-ho, Player 390 Park Jung-bae, and Player 001.

Oh, Player 001.

“How are your wounds?”

You look up to see Player 001 — or, as he introduced himself to you, Oh Young-il. His eyes gleam in worry as he takes in your appearance: hair disheveled, knee bruised, sleeves rolled up to reveal the scratches littering your hands.

You’re just glad you didn’t get killed during the Red Light, Green Light stampede.

“This is nothing,” you assured him with a genuine smile, “thank you for helping me.”

Young-il pauses. Then, as if remembering something, he reaches into his pockets and hands you a small carton of milk. “Here. You must be dehydrated.” He watches as you gratefully take it, instantly drinking the contents, “Don’t worry about the next game. We’ll get through it together.”

Tears are brimming in your eyes at the kind man’s encouragement. You let him take your hand and nod at him, smiling. “Thank you, Young-il-ssi.”

Young-il gives you one last smile before climbing back down to rejoin the rest of the group. His movements alerts Jung-bae, who mindlessly throws a glance his way.

Jung-bae instantly pauses. He knew from the start that Player 001 is not a simple man, but the expression on Young-il’s face is nothing short of terrifying, like a tiger eyeing its’ prey. He follows Young-il’s line of sight and finds you, curled on one of the beds.

A chill runs down his spine.

II.

You don’t know how you got through the Six-Legged Pentathlon, but you did.

Chosen as the one to play ddakji — it’s not like you sucked at it, but you were scared you would be a burden to your teammates — your hands couldn’t stop trembling.

The squares of ddakji felt like rocks in your hand, your shoulders heavy by the fear of dragging everyone down. Their encouragement and cheers merely heightened your anxiety.

That was, until a hand gently clasps your own. “Don’t think too much about it. You said you won more times than the ddakji guy, didn’t you?” Young-il’s eyes twinkle, his shoulders lax, as if he’s not currently playing for his life, “Well, you won’t receive slaps if you fail, so go wild.” It’s amazing how he manages to silence all your fears.

You flipped the ddakji on your first try.

III.

In-ho knew it from the start, but the reality of it still disgusts him. Humans are selfish creatures, blinded by greed, driven by instincts.

He sighs, looking at the results of the vote— 139 for ‘O’ and 116 for ‘X’. One hundred and thirty nine people marching to their own deaths like brainless maggots.

He sneaks a glance your way and sees that you’re shuddering. His heart drops to the pits of his stomach. Slipping away from Gi-hun, he makes his way to you. He keeps on surprising himself: joining Player 456 in the games, cheering with the others during the pentathlon, and now comforting you?

But In-ho is not one to ruminate over his actions too much. He knows what he wants, he gets what he wants, and right now all he wants is to hold you in his arms.

“Young-il,” your eyes instantly land on his and he wonders how it will feel to hear you call him by his real name, “I’m scared. I’m so scared, I don’t want to die!”

He’s beside you the next second, catching you before you can fall to the ground, strong arms wrapped securely on your waist. In-ho falters for a fraction of a second, but his hand quickly shoots up to caress your hair.

Receiving the kindest act for the first time in many years, you can’t help but to cry in his warm embrace, letting out all your frustration and fear. His touches are so tender, so serene, and being enveloped in his tall figure makes you feel protected.

In-ho calms your sobs with gentle shushes, rubbing circles on your back. He was unsure then, but his heart is determined now— he wants you, he’s got to have you, and there’s nothing under the seven heavens that will stop him.

He shudders at the thought of having you all to himself. In-ho can barely control himself right now, when you fit so good in his arms, your skin brushing against his. What would it feel like? To have you next to him every second of every day? He’d shower you with all of him— all his riches, all his affection, all his time.

First, the two of you will have to exit the game safely.

His grip on you tightens as he lifts his gaze from your trembling figure to the several pink guards stationed near the door. In the distance, they straighten their posture in alarm.

Even among the many faces of the players, they can locate their boss in a heartbeat — the Front Man is still the Front Man, even if he’s amusing himself by playing dress up. The way he carries himself is so telling, they have no idea how the players are none the wiser to the wolf hiding amongst the sheep.

... And right now, their superior’s glare speaks volumes about what he’s conveying.

A warning.

IV.

‘One more game,’ they said, ‘it’ll be fun,’ they said.

The rotating stage under your feet is spinning at a controlled pace, yet you feel like you’re going to throw up. The light feels blinding, the gasps from the participants making your head spin even more.

Amidst all the chaos, Young-il’s hand clasping yours serves as an anchor.

“You okay?” His voice is as gentle as ever, unworried.

Even Gi-hun, the former winner of the games, is not exempt to the anxiety and apprehension that shadows the rest of them, but Young-il has never showed any signs of stress— like he has a safety net... or like he’s very sure of his own abilities.

You nod, grateful that he’s allowed you to stick by him like glue all this time. He squeezes your hand in encouragement, smiling.

“Two.” The woman’s voice announces cheerily. In an instant, the crowd erupts in disarray.

Young-il looks around. “Stick close to me,” he murmurs before pulling you with him towards one of the rooms. Not wanting to be a burden to him, you quickly fall in line, matching his steps. His back is very comforting as he cleverly navigates the chaotic hall, avoiding the other players.

Just when the two of you reached the door, a player appears, crashing into the two of you and sending you tumbling away from Young-il. Your world spins as you struggle to pick yourself up, searching for him.

Thankfully, you locate him almost immediately. A few steps away from the door, Young-il is strangling your attacker. “Get in! I’ll be right behind you!”

Fueled by adrenaline, you nod frantically, moving to enter the room. But there’s already another person inside.

True to his word, Young-il quickly scrambles to the room, slamming the door behind him. He immediately takes note of the anomaly, his expression dark.

“I-I was here first!” The stranger sputtered, shuffling away from Young-il.

There are loud bangs coming from the other side of the door and you quickly hold onto the lock, tears now falling from your eyes. “Sorry!” You yell, ”Sorry!”

“Five. Four. Three.” The countdown continues mercilessly.

You look back, “The other guy—!” but your words are caught in your throat.

Young-il has the man in a chokehold. For a moment you had no idea why he’s handling the guy so aggressively when it’s obvious that he’s more scared of the two of you than the two of you are of him.

“Two.”

“Young-il!”

“One.”

CRACK!

You scream. The man slips from Young-il’s hold, limp.

Lifeless.

Young-il’s gaze meets yours. There’s an emotion you can’t quite place on them, but it’s quickly replaced by that of horror. “I-I had to do it.” Tears start to brim on the corner of his eyes, his hands visibly shaking, “I had to-” he desperately crawls away from the dead man as he covers his face in terror, “I’m a monster, I-”

Crying, you kneel next to him, pulling him into an embrace, “No, you’re not,” assuring him in between sobs, “it’s this game, it’s the game’s doing, it’s not your fault!”

Breath haggard, In-ho rubs your head comfortingly. You didn’t even realize that he has long since stopped crying. He covers your ears, knowing by now that the sound of gunshots horrifies you, and glances at the body of the man he just killed.

You watched him kill one guy and you get this rattled? He sighs quietly.

For you, he would kill a thousand more.

V, PART ONE.

“Hey girl,” a voice booms from behind you, catching you by surprise.

You let go of your hand that’s holding Young-il’s, turning your head to address the stranger.

“Saw you from afar and I can’t believe I didn’t talk to you sooner.” The purple haired man wastes no time getting into your space, running a hand through his hair. “D’ya know who I am? Because I wanna know who you are.”

You stiffen up. Of course you know him. Who didn’t? The number one ambassador of the ‘O’ team, aka the people who wish to continue the games, the outspoken menace, Thanos.

Thanos catches sight of something behind you and wavers before looking back at you. “A-anyway. I’ll see you around. Team’s always open, baby!” He exclaims, but it’s obvious that he’s trying to hide his nervousness.

You look back to see Young-il smiling at you. “Wonder what that’s about.”

The people here freaks you out. You sigh. “I know, right?”

In-ho hums, his finger treading along the sharp edges of the fork.

V, PART TWO.

The bathroom is a mess— team ‘O’ and team ‘X’, warring against each other, fueled by the actions of a junkie who’s high out of his mind.

In the middle of it all, Hwang In-ho calmly makes his way to a purple haired man who is slumped on the ground, yelling at his friend.

“Get him, get that sucker! He tried to kill me, man!”

A dark shadow looms over Thanos, and he looks up in terror, recognizing In-ho immediately. “W-what are you-?”

In-ho eyes him coldly before swinging down.

The cold gleam of a fork is the last thing Thanos sees before it penetrates his neck.

VI.

The fire of revolution burns bright behind all of you. Your hands may tremble, but your rifle is secure in your arms. All those first person shooter games are finally coming in handy as you manage to actually shoot down several guards.

“You okay?!” Young-il questions in panic, “You’re doing a good job! It’s gonna get more dangerous afterwards, but I can’t leave you behind!”

You nod, reassuring him, following him up the stairs with two other men in tow. Right now, you are brother-in-arms, comrades, fighting for your freedom.

Young-il halts, sensing the presence of a guard, before speaking into the comm, “Gi-hun-ssi, we found it.” he holds out an arm in front of you like a shield, “Start attacking and draw their attention. Then we’ll hit them from behind.”

Your knees tremble in fear and anticipation. Somehow, with Young-il on your side, you feel like this ragtag team of freedom fighters can actually succeed.

“Okay, got it!” Gi-hun’s invigorated reply came from the other side.

Young-il pockets the comm, nodding to the two men. They nod back in response and move forward. He quickly moves in front of you, signaling you to stay behind him.

Just when you thought about how reliable he is, two sharp gunshots resonates in the air.

Is it over?

You peek from behind Young-il’s back only to be met by the horrific sight of Player 015 and Player 047 sprawled on the ground, choking on their own blood.

Young-il’s rifle is still pointed at the two of them, his eyes cold.

Who is this person? You scramble to get away from him, alarm bells ringing in your head. Did he miss his shot? Did I see wrong? Is there a guard in front of him?

“Young-il-ssi, what’s going on?” came Gi-hun’s distressed voice from the comm, “Are you shooting?”

You watch in horror as Young-il calmly reloads his rifle before squatting down and glancing your way. “Gi-hun-ssi, I’m sorry.” Like a seasoned actor, the unscathed Young-il puts on a strained voice, “It’s all over. They got us too.”

Gi-hun’s voice is blurred as you fall to your knees, finally coming into terms with the betrayal of the person you’ve come to trust the most.

Young-il momentarily looks away from you to shoot the two men one more time. Cold, unfeeling, his fingers steady like he’s done this countless times before.

This is not the Young-il you know.

When it’s all over, several pink guards march up to him, a coat and a black mask in tow. Young-il (?) lifts a hand up to stop them, turning to finally address you.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, your fingers desperately trying to locate the trigger on your rifle, but the man in front of you is much quicker. He yanks the rifle from your trembling hands, unloading the bullets and kicking the weapon away as you back away to the wall, shivering in fear.

He sighs, taking the coat from one of the guards before kneeling down to your height. “I won’t hurt you. You know that, right?”

Confused, you can only gape at him. “W-who are you..?”

“Hwang In-ho. My real name.” he offers, tenderly wiping a tear from your cheek, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to lie to you. I’ll explain everything, if you’ll just give me a chance..?”

In one swift motion, he wraps his coat around your shoulders. You look at his eyes, as tender and unchanging as ever— then it dawns on you: he has always been this way.

“Mr. Front Man, sir, everything is ready.”

You let In-ho pull you to your feet, his touch as comforting as ever as the two of you pass by countless guards. They make way for the two of you, the hierarchy crystal clear when not one of them dare to step out of line.

You’ve been such a fool. All the signs were there, the reason why Player 001 carries himself with such grace as if he’s untouchable. How the guards say things about ‘not tolerating actions that will disrupt the votes’ and yet kept quiet when it’s Player 001’s turn to speak his mind. The way they would shuffle away from him slightly whenever he walks—

In-ho turns to look at you, his eyes kind, “Do you trust me?”

Yet, you can’t bring yourself to say no.

note: i know i appeared on the dash absolutely losing it over the recruiter/the salesman/ddakji guy (he’ll get his own fic after this don’t worry) but i took one look at this man with his hair down and i fell into a SPIRAL. this is totally a passion project. front man ftw 🙆‍♀️

[enhani-ki]

my biggest opp - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, etc.

"suck my dick." "eat my ass."

you and ni-ki exchanged filthy words to each other at the same time, your voices were sharp and loud enough to turn your other coworkers heads. and even though they had long grown accustomed to your rivalry, they always still look at the two of you in shock.

it's like the office practically lived in fear whenever the two of you were around,

and it got to a point where the HR was already forced to intervene.

you both found yourselves sitting across from a visibly exhausted HR rep after a particularly heated argument during a department-wide meeting.

"l/n, nishimura... this is really out of control." they said while rubbing their temples. "you're sabotaging projects, disrupting meetings, and making the workplace hostile."

"tell her that. she started it." ni-ki pointed out.

you rolled your eyes.

"effective immediately, you're being reassigned to different departments."

and it should've ended there but somehow, despite being on separate teams, you both still found ways to make each other's lives miserable. you found loopholes and more ways to sabotage each other without making it obvious.

ni-ki took every ounce of restraint not to strangle you, and you might've run him over in the parking lot already if it weren't for security cameras around the building.

that late night, the office was already empty. you thought everyone had clocked out except for you.

you were also ready to leave, your bag is already over your shoulder but something was missing.

the important file, you knew you had just printed it.

"looking for this?"

it was the first time you saw ni-ki again. he's standing across the room, holding the folder between his fingers with a serious expression.

your stomach dropped. no fucking way.

"you're so fucking dead," he shook his head. "say goodbye to your career."

"gi-give me that!"

he held it high, stepping back when you tried to take it.

you almost had it but he made it more out of reach.

the folder has the confidential criteria of the next manager promotion, he knew you're a bad person but he didn't know that you'll just fucking cheat.

"yes, i'll give this back," he scoffed and nodded. "right to our manager."

your desperation turned to rage, that paper would literally ruin you. your eyes landed on a thick book sitting on a nearby desk, and you could've just explained and asked nicely to give it back but hell no, so you grabbed the hard thick book and threatened to swing.

ni-ki panicked, he looked around for a weapon of his own and in a split-second decision, he grabbed a cup off the desk and threw it at you...

very cold water splashed all over you and your clothes.

your jaw dropped. "you-"

"i- i didn't-"

then your foot slipped on the wet floor, ni-ki reacted fast, catching your head before you could crash to the ground but the momentum sent him stumbling too.

you groaned, his hands braced against the floor to keep himself from completely crushing you and next thing you knew, you were on the floor, your back against the cold tiles, and ni-ki was right on top of you, with his face buried on your tits.

he slowly moved, his eyes locked onto the view in front of him... your soaked blouse sticking to your skin, making your black bra and cleavage very much visible.

ni-ki cleared his throat before turning his head away from you. he was about to grab the scattered papers but you were quicker, you grabbed onto his collar, pulling him before he could escape.

"let go!"

"not a chance."

he struggled, trying to push you off but you were holding onto him so hard that the buttons of his shirt ripped, exposing his toned chest and abs.

you smirked slightly when you noticed ni-ki stopped pushing you away and his breaths became heavier.

he's still a guy after all.

your fingers roamed around his exposed chest, teasing him just to test something, to see if you could turn the tables,

you could feel his muscles tensed under your touch and ni-ki closed his eyes when you leaned close to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

the sound your lips made as they parted was too sexy so he leaned in to kiss you just to hear it again.

the kiss deepened, it became hurried, hard, aggressive, and messy.

like all his hate had nowhere else to go except right here.

ni-ki groaned against your lips, hands gripping on your waist.

you fingers slid down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin more beneath the open shirt again and before you knew it, you were helping him remove his shirt off completely, tossing it aside like it meant nothing.

"this is unbelievable." he thought, while his fingers worked hastily, unbuttoning each one from your blouse with urgency, making your heart race even more.

"you're impatient." you whispered, breathless.

"just wanna get this over with." he said before his lips crashed into yours to shut your annoying voice.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he easily lifted you, his other hand sliding down your back to remove your bra.

ni-ki watched the way your boobs bounce and spread free right in front of his eyes.

he lay you down on a nearby couch, removing your skirt and stockings so he can have you naked completely.

you arched on his touch but ni-ki grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him with no effort.

and even though you won't openly admit or say it, you knew everyone found your coworker is attractive but damn, he's this big too?

so now it made it harder to stop all this and it's been so long too since you had sex, you already forgot how it felt.

you watched ni-ki slicked himself with his own spit, barely easing what was about to come because just as you suspected, the stretch really hurts.

maybe it just the tip but it was already too much. your nails dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto.

ni-ki started moaning, his entire body tensing as he felt the way your walls squeezed around him. it's so tight, so impossibly hot too like you were already milking him for everything he had and his cock's not even fully inside yet.

"fuck," he groaned, "you're sucking me in."

yes, ni-ki hates you and even though he wanted you to suffer for everything you did to him, he would never be cruel when it came to sex. his own self-control was also hanging by a thread, yet he still moved carefully, pushing in slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of him.

your head tipped back, moaning too as you adjusted to his size, tightening more around him involuntarily.

ni-ki smiled, probably the first time he did. "there you go," he thought, watching your reaction as he rolled his hips up to meet yours, slow while keeping your legs in it's place.

you couldn't even think now already, the way he filled you up, the way his body pressed against yours, it was overwhelming. your nails raked down his back as he picked up the pace, going deeper, and deeper that you just might pass out.

and when the pain faded into pleasure, your body moved on its own, you rolled your hips until you found a good rhythm, lifting yourself slightly before sinking back down, to take his dick even deeper inside you.

ni-ki threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as you rode him with no mercy, your warm, soaked walls dragging over his cock at a pace that was too much. it felt like he had no control anymore, he could barely think.

"y/n, slow down-" his voice broke, desperate and strained but you ignored him, rolling your hips even more fast because then maybe you'll get to see him snap.

his whole body was trembling beneath you, muscles tensed as his breath came out in sharp, ragged gasps. he already came once, and it had already been so deep inside you but you just wouldn't stop.

"you wanted to fuck me, right?" you taunted, your thighs were shaking from how much pleasure was coursing through your overstimulated body. "then just take it."

ni-ki buckled up into you too, he's so close again, teetering on the edge, but he refused to give in to your words.

"you- you're one to talk," he rasped, "when you're so fucking soaked."

and he was right, you could feel how drenched you were, could hear how messy and filthy it sounded every time your hips met his.

the pleasure became too much again, unbearable ache building deep inside you it felt like you're going to pee anytime soon, you pulled his hair for support as your rhythm started slowing down.

ni-ki noticed even through his dazed, wrecked state before smirking again. "gonna fall apart on me?"

his hands held your hips down, forcing his cock so deep inside you that your vision blurred, a sob tore from your throat as the pressure snapped, crashing through your body so intense that you couldn't even moan.

your lips parted, body trembling uncontrollably as you came hard on his lap.

you didn't know how but somehow now, he had you on your hands and knees, chest pressing against your back as he drove into you, relentless, unforgiving.

"n-no, fuck!" you sobbed, your arms nearly giving out as he buried himself inside you again and again, ni-ki's lips trailing over your shoulder, hot and ragged.

and your pussy clenched around him again, he started losing it.

his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling it to where your back can press against his chest, his other hand gripping on your throat.

he cupped your tits, you could feel his cock twitch inside you, the thrusts of his hips turned frantic as he chased his own release.

...now the office fell silent but the reality of what just happened started creeping in slowly between the two of you.

you reached for your discarded clothes, your limbs were feeling heavy as you clumsily pulled your skirt back on. ni-ki, still catching his breath, sat up to and started buttoning his ruined shirt though half the buttons were missing, making it completely useless.

then, he held something up between his fingers.

"can i keep these?"

your head turned towards him, eyes widening when you realized he was holding your panties.

you snatched it from his grip. "are you fucking sick in the head?" you hissed, slipping them back on as quickly as possible.

he just laughed and shook his head.

maybe he's sick, after all, he just slept with the worst person he ever knew.

next day you and ni-ki sat across from each other in the office, both unusually quiet. no bickering, no scheming, everything was just... gone.

your coworkers noticed but ignored it, just enjoying while it's happening.

ni-ki exchanged awkward glances with you before quickly looking away.

your lips were still tingling from last night. you swore that your body still felt him, and every time you move in your chair, the memories just keeps on flooding back to your head. "stop... please... oh, my god."

he wasn't doing any better too, he can't stop smiling and running a hand through his hair, his knee were bouncing under the desk every time his eyes landed on you.

then he caught you alone.

you were at the copy room, trying to focus on literally anything else when suddenly, you felt him.

ni-ki pressed up behind you, my dick misses you, is what he wanted to say. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

you blushed, your fingers were curling into the edge of the machine. "p- printing, what else?" you stuttered.

"y/n..." his hands found your waist, squeezing lightly. "you don't miss it?"

you swallowed hard before turning around to face him, "keep dreaming, psycho."

liar.

the asshole ni-ki you know would never say these things and if he did, the old you would've punch his mouth and punching it once once so you'd make sure it'll bleed.

so what happened?

"remember, i still got the files."

you hushed him, "give that shit back," you whispered.

he hummed, tilting his head. "it's at my house. you can come get it."

"just bring it here!"

"like i said," he dragged the word out, stepping closer, "come get it."

you still found yourself standing outside his apartment later that night even though knew it was probably a trap.

ni-ki opened the door, leaning against it with that same smug expression like he knew you'd be here... he's wearing nothing but a loose bathrobe.

you looked down. is he naked underneath? he's this pervert? then you quickly shook your head, forcing yourself to look back up. "where is it?"

he sighed, stepping aside to let you in. "hmm, i put it somewhere over there," he murmured.

you shoved him away before he could try anything, making him chuckle.

so you started searching, bending down to check under his sofa and through the mess on his coffee table.

ni-ki stood behind you, watching. no, he was checking you out.

his tongue slipped to wet his lips, looking at your ass and if he stared any longer, he knew his dick will get hard.

you stood and stomped your foot. "just give it back!"

ni-ki sighed and fixed his hair. "okay, fine!" he said, "i already shredded it. you don't have to worry."

"how do i know you're not lying?"

he didn't answer right away. instead, he leaned back against the armrest of the sofa, legs spreading slightly as he pulled you closer between them.

"because... you fucked me so good, i destroyed every single thing i have that could ruin you."

you swallowed hard, chest rising and falling hard as you look into his eyes then you looked down, and... oh.

his cock twitched beneath the thin fabric of his robe, already straining against it, making his arousal painfully obvious.

the air grew heavier as you both watched him get harder, completely shameless.

your lips parted slightly, heat creeping up your neck, but then you shot him a glare. "can you put some damn clothes on?"

ni-ki smirked, playing with the belt of his robe. "but you came all the way here…" he said. looking at you with his needy eyes.

he didn't finish his words, you just reached forward, curling your fingers around the soft fabric, and dragged it off his shoulders, inch by inch.

your eyes followed every reveal, his sharp collarbones, the defined lines of his shoulders, the smooth, lean muscle of his chest.

his eyes were locked onto your lips, red, and swollen from the night before. that's his doing and it looked so good.

his fingers traced along your jaw, his other hand gripping your waist as he captured your lips in a slow, deep kiss. his body was already hot beneath your touch, tense, waiting for you to take control and do him however you wanted.

you knelt between his spread legs, dragging your hand over his thighs, watching the way his muscles flexed under your touch.

you wrapped your fingers around his cock first, stroking him slow, letting your palm glide smoothly over him. his cock twitched in response with a shaky breath slipping past his lips.

you leaned in and pressed a slow, wet kiss to his tip. ni-ki's grip in your hair tightened but not pulling, just holding, like he needed something to ground him.

and when your lips wrapped around him, he lost all of his sense of control. you took him deeply that your cheeks were hollowing while letting your tongue glide over every inch of his dick.

you pushed even lower, forcing him down your throat, stretching yourself around him until your throat clenched, gagging as you choked when he hit the back of your mouth,

"more, more... more..." ni-ki bit his lip.

and you let yourself struggle, deep throathing his cock that spit started pooling at the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin, and all over your hands.

you heard him swore in Japanese under his breath so you can't help but chuckle, vibration sent another set of pleasure through him before you pulled away, letting his cock slip from your lips with a pop, thin strand of spit still connecting your mouth to his tip.

ni-ki's hips bucked, desperate for your mouth again but you just smirked, dragging your tongue along the side of his cock, slow and teasing, before wrapping your lips around him again... only to pull away the second he's about to cum.

"y/n- stop... that." he warned but you ignored it. instead, you just wrapped your hands around him, stroking him slow and lazy.

"you were close, right?"

"you think you're funny?" he panted.

you started sucking his dick passionately again, enough to make him think you were finally giving in but only to pull away again at the last second, lips barely brushing his tip, making him fucking ache.

his voice cracked, "you're so fucking evil-"

"you sound so desperate right now." you teased, dragging a single finger along his length, feeling how hot and hard he was in your grasp.

"you're not gonna make me cum?" ni-ki asked before pining your hands above your head, he had you completely spread out beneath him,

he's too far gone to even remember why he hated you in the first place.

and he went on you so hard that night, you couldn't even move the next day. you would fall the second you tried to stand, and the soreness between your thighs made you collapse back with a frustrated whimper.

a deep chuckle rumbled beside you, raspy from hours of groaning, moaning, and going crazy.

you glared at him weakly, when you tried again and failed, ni-ki carried you in his arms. you yelped, clinging to his shoulders as he carried you towards the bathroom.

he really did a number on you.

"think we can handle another round here?"

now he had your cheek pressed up against the cool, fogged-up glass of the shower. ni-ki's hands were everywhere, his large palms gripped the soft flesh of your tits, squeezing, pulling, and rolling your nipples between his finger, making your body arch back into him.

you just hoped that it wouldn't leave bruising prints on your skin.

you breathed hard, fogging up the mirror. ni-ki groaned against your shoulder, your fingers kept slipping against the tile for balance, wet slap echoing through the steam-filled bathroom.

"i could fuck you for days..." he declared, his teeth grazing your shoulder before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His fingers dug into your hips, pressing you harder against the glass.

the water kept shifting from icy cold to blistering hot, and it's so hard to breath, like you were both drowning.

next morning, your body ached in ways you didn't think were possible, ni-ki groaned into the pillow beside you, his arm draped over your waist, refusing to move.

your phone buzzed on the nightstand, probably an alarm or a message about work. you glanced at the time, then at ni-ki, who peeked at you with a smile.

"we're not going in, are we?" he asked, still sleepy.

you sighed, already knowing the answer. "nope, i can't."

he grinned and rolled over, grabbing his phone to call in sick.

"i gotta go home."

he hummed, nuzzling against your neck. "mm. or you could just stay here with me."

his hand slid over your thigh.

"i'm so sleepy," you mumbled, voice muffled against the pillow.

ni-ki's fingers were already trailing down your side so you hissed.

"what?" he murmured against your shoulder, pressing a warm kiss there. "i'm just holding you."

"you're not."

sighed, eyes fluttering shut. "i need sleep."

...but he can fuck you back to sleep.

ni-ki hummed, pretending to think. he rolled on top of you, pinning you beneath his weight.

"just five minutes." he agreed, lips brushing your ear. "if not, i'm waking you up my way."

later, just as you were drifting into actual sleep, something heavy landed on the bed, startling you both awake.

your eyes snapped open, only to be met with a pair of little eyes glaring at you.

a dog.

a small, fluffy thing that was currently growling at you like you had personally offended it.

"what the?" he muttered, scrambling back. "oh, bisco..."

"your dog?"

"that's my child."

you blinked at him. "i didn't know you we-"

"yes," he replied, reaching to ruffle the dog's fur. "i'm a single father."

you squinted at him, then at the dog, who was still very much growling at you.

"oh, come on," you huffed, sitting up. "what's your problem?"

the dog barked in response, stepping protectively over ni-ki's chest. "bisco thought you were hurting me last night."

"excuse me?"

the dog growled again, and you shot ni-ki a glare. "are you gonna stop it?"

ni-ki reached out and pulled you against him, ignoring the dog's outrage.

"bisco," he called out, "you'll get used to her."

bisco did not look convinced. "i think it can sense your evil attitude," he teased, rubbing the dog's ears.

ni-ki looked completely at ease... messy hair, lips still a little swollen from earlier, and worst of all, smiling.

like actually smiling.

you swallowed hard, your face heating up.

was this really the same guy who had spent months making your life a living hell? the same guy who stole your reports, sabotaged your presentations, and threw every possible insult your way?

the same guy you swore you'd never tolerate, let alone you expect to wake up next to?

it really doesn't feel real.

you sat there feeling like your whole world just tilted sideways and yet, here he was, laughing softly as bisco licked his face, as if he wasn't the biggest opp you have.

ni-ki looked at you, "what?"

you scoffed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over your head. "nothing..."

ni-ki only chuckled, moving closer, "tsk, don't tell me..."

and you kicked him under the blanket, smiling like an idiot.

a/n: i need to write smut better omfg, thank you @greenparties for this request. and if you're a MOA and BEOMGYU is your bias here's another coworker/enemies to lovers fic of mine: coworker || c. beomgyu x reader

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[giselles-dumping-hat]

I GOT A RESALE TICKET LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

NEVER BACK DOWN AND NEVER GIVE UP KIDS a perseverant spirit will really get you far

Can I get confirmation that there’s any other hadestown fan living in Spain at the moment who was excitedly going to buy tickets for the obc London revival today. I need to know if someone else shares my absolute fucking DESPAIR

[eeboyysworld]

“Why’d you only ever call me

when you’re high?”

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Genre: Smut (angst?)

Gi-hun X Male!Reader

Cautions/Warnings: Drunk sex , Sub!Top Gi-hun , slight obsession , reader is his ex-boyfriend , maybe slight manipulation, cheating , anal sex , riding , spit as lube , praise kink

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The air was thick, suffocating your nose and head, bright lights of all sorts of colours bouncing off wall to wall.

Countless bodies grinding and shoving against one another, the jam packed dance floor emitted the smell of sweat.

Downing down another shot, slamming the glass on-top the tacky table , littered with random substances.

Regret and ecstasy fought inside you, the urge to leave swept away as music flooded your ears.

Friday nights were always memorable, now, not so much. Being alone in any social place didn’t look good for you.

Being dumped by the man you loved left you hopeless, along with the many bills piling up. You don’t know how long you could hold on in this situation.

Exhaling, politely asking for another drink, your eyes wandering the floor filled with moving bodies.

Landing onto two men, dancing like nobody else was watching, but you were. The two figures endlessly reminding you of your past.

———

Gasping for breath, your body ached from the movement you held, swaying side to side, the music no longer blasting into your head as you lean into the man close to you.

He smelled of cigar and a cheap lousy cologne, his shirt a plain white , topped with jeans.

Face scattered with bruises alike, if anything it made him look sexier to you.

Letting out a laugh, grabbing his collar, successfully pulling him towards you. Your breath reeked of fruity alcohol, but he did nothing to back away.

“What’s your name, handsome?” The other was equally as drunk as you, giving him the boost of confidence he lacked.

Pulling his face closer to you, lips pushed against your ear, his voice held a gentle tone.

“You’ll find out tonight, once it’s the only thing you can scream..”

A smile crept onto your face, tumbling as you grabbed the others tattered hands.

Managing yourself into the crowd, gripping into the flesh you held. Guiding you both into the empty bathroom.

It wasn’t the cleanest place, but fuck it , you were bothered by this man and needed him.

That night ended up with you and the man , Gi-hun , stumbling back to your house since it was closer. Talking about whatever dumb stuff popped into your mind.

The both of you laughing down the street, strangers eyeing you two.

———

Lowering your pounding head into the cold surface, hoping it’ll soothe your headache.

Decisions swirling your mind, the thought of calling your ex kept popping up. He must miss you..but was too afraid to be the first to call.

In your drunken opinion that was the best you can muster up.

Sipping your drink , reaching into the pockets of your jeans, flipping through the contacts stored into the phone.

Thumb hovering over the call button, nervously biting down your bottom lip.

Fuck it all, bringing the phone to your ear, listening to the ongoing ring tone.

20 seconds passed before you got answered, flinching slightly, not really expecting a response.

Yearned flowed inside you, pressing you on to call out his name.

“Gi-hun?..” all you got was silence, you would have thought he hung up ,if it wasn’t for the occasional breath or the static of a tv played in the back.

A sigh was heard before he spoke quietly, “What do you want.” The tone was harsh, not the first time you had it towards you, it still left your heart pounding.

The alcohol gave you a boost, muttering into the warm surface of the glowing screen. “I want you.”

No response, you expected that. Letting out a small please at the end, nervously bouncing your leg up and down.

“You’re drunk ..” The accusation hung in the silence.

giving no time to listen to your own advice that lingered in you, mouth opening before a rationally thought could happen.

“Meet me beside ‘———‘ ..” hanging up before cursing yourself for being foolish. Why would he ever show up.

Still, hope made you stand up, navigating yourself through the sweaty crowd of lusty people, some hands trying to grip you.

Pushing a random girl off of you, finding yourself outside.The club’s neon sign flickering due to the lack of electricity.

The fresh air grounded you, breathing it in before waddling down the street.

———

Warm lights illuminated your figure, the empty park stood still. Only you were there, flopping down on the hard bench.

Playing with a loose string hanging off your shirt , the summer breeze cooling you down, only slightly sobering you up.

It took you 15 minutes getting here, only because you had a hard time walking. And because you knew where the other man lived, calculating how long it would be until the arrival. ‘18 minutes..’

Too lost into your head, replaying forgotten memories. You failed to notice a figure clad in the same white shirt from 3 months ago.

Sitting down next to you, the other man stiff as a board. His voice called out to you.

Yanking your head , nearly snapping it , surprise and disbelief emitting you. “ Y-you’re here..”

He was still handsome as ever, the bruises long gone but replaced with cuts across his face. A cap sat on-top his disheveled hair, his eyes held uncertainty.

“You called.” Despite the fact he knew this was a bad idea , he found himself holding onto you. The guy who ruined him, the guy who saved him at the same time.

He told himself he was just going to check to see if you were alright, after all you were drunk and alone , no telling what could happen to you.

But he found himself intrigued.

You, on the other hand, in the drunken state you were in , grabbed onto his shirt. Yanking him into a hug , the heat radiating off the both of you.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, becoming too emotional once liquor is poured down your throat.

Hiccups leaving you , sobbing into his damp skin. Pleas stuttering into the wind.

Gi-hun was a simple man, sure, he can be harsh at times.But he wasn’t a monster, far from that.

Therefore, he couldn’t help but to comfort you, his hands shakily soothing your locks. “You’re a mess.”

Your chest shook with laughter, the tears staining your face. The other man’s natural musk melted you, the smell of fresh body wash lingering into his skin.

Clouding your senses, daring just a little lick onto the tan skin, feeling the other flinch beneath you.

Nipping slightly into him, he made no movement to stop you. Urging you to take a little bite.

Suddenly he shoved you off. “H-hey.” Your face resembled a kicked puppy, “I was only trying to..- comfort you.” It aches his heart to see you so gloomy.

Looking up at the sky , groaning like a spoiled kid. Basically begging the man to let you in.

Throwing yourself at him, gripping for dear life. Whispering into him.

“You made me like this..” shaking your head as you fed him lies. The words leaving him speechless, each sentence making him question himself.

Resuming the little nips you left, each time adding more pressure. Your own hands holding onto his waist.

Massaging the shirt along with his skin, biting down his neck , licking it over as an apology.

The other wouldn’t lie if he said he missed you. Missed the way your hands would roam his body after work, your mouth leaving marks along his neck while he fucked into you.

He has a girlfriend.But even she couldn’t satisfy him, not the way you do.

Flashes of his time spent with the girl occupied his mind, guilt eating him up. While you laid desperate kisses along his jaw.

“I-..i have a girlfriend.” That made you pause, before you moved away, nose to nose. “ I know.” That wasn’t a lie, you kept tabs on the other.

With nothing to say , he let you continue to mount on him. Fingers trailing his jaw to his cheek, hand resting there. “Push me away if you want..” muttering, “- I’ll stop once you say the words.”

Neither of you wanted to end this situation. Seconds passed as you both stared into each other’s eyes.

“Let’s go home..” he was even surprised with himself, the neediest lingered across his eyes, betraying the act of pushing you away.

———

It wasn’t even a second before you shoved him against the wall, the pictures shaking behind his body. Mouth shoving itself into his , licking the bottom lip , asking for permission to enter.

The other opened up , yourself greedily exploring everything you can taste.

His hands gripping your waist, the shirt clinging to your skin. Your own hands sliding downwards, immediately groping him. The hard on visible.

Whimpers could be heard over the sound of fabric rubbing against each other. Hands slipping inside the jeans, playing with the pre-cum. “Mgh..-“

Chuckling, “ Bet your girl couldn’t even get this far.” Teasing the man’s tip, swirling your thumb, lapping up the cream.

Not just anyone’s hand could make him come undone, only you.

The position you guys were in wasn’t the best. So, you guided the both of you to the couch , blanket messily laid across.

Pushing the man down, sitting yourself on-top, directly on the bulge. Groaning from the pressure, the jeans you adorned made the pressure harder than it should be.

Cooing, you lifted yourself up, unbuttoning his jeans, yanking it down to his ankles. His length bounced up, the cool air hitting him.

He watched as you undressed yourself, slowly but surely.

You left yourself in nothing but the shirt.

Desperately he gripped your hips, carefully watching you. Watched as you took his hand, taking his fingers into your mouth. Sucking on him, spit coating his digits.

Watched as you navigated his fingers behind you, asking him to continue what you started.

Finger circling the rim before pushing in, the stretch burned. You haven’t been with anyone after the breakup.

He soothed you the best he can, kissing you slowly to stop the whines leaving you.

Each finger added left you arching, finger hitting your spot before stopping.

Deeming good enough, you yanked his hand away. Reaching behind you, tip just barely touching you.

Achingly slow before you halted, giving yourself a breather.

Hands finding your hips again, “ You look so beautiful like this.” His words went in and out the other ear.You knew this would only last for just this night.

Smiling , solemnly tracing his stomach. Leaning down, “Stop..” for now , the both of you will drown in this temporarily bliss.

Suddenly you lifted yourself up before slamming back down, shutting whatever the man was gonna say.

Bouncing up and down, thighs clenching from force. Fingers gripping you, leaving harsh marks.

Your own hard on slapping against his lower abdomen, creating friction. Sobs left you , no longer drunk on liquor but the man beneath you.

“Y-you feel so -.. good-“ slaps echoed the room mixed with moans, the air becoming stiff.

Mouth finding the others neck, sucking hard into him, muffling yourself from saying anything stupid.

Clenching around his length, repeatedly hitting your spot. The other’s hand groped you from behind, spreading you open.

Whining from stimulation, the two of you becoming sloppy, his hips stuttering into you.

Your own legs shaky, thighs clenching and unclenching. The constant pleasure left you guys muttering nothing into each others skin.

It wasn’t long before you spilled yourself onto the other’s stomach, the white contrast with tan skin.

Halting your movements, as the other fucked up into you messily.

Wordlessly as he released in you, the warmness embraced you.

Collapsing onto him, you both laid there.Before he slowly pulled out.The seed spilling out of you , effectively dripping out of your hole.

The two of you said nothing, you were officially sobered up.

Afraid to lose this forever, your hands found his, intertwining together. Before you could think , the words left you.

“I love you.”

———

A/N - Can you tell that I’m finally figuring out how to use Tumblr 🤓 also thanks for the likes and follows I appreciate it🙏🙏❣️

[organic-bloodbath]

Could you do a Dae ho fic where the (fem)reader is pretty emotionless, but she still joins gi-hun's group. then like once she meets dae ho she's just very bluntly like "I like, you are mine, I'm protecting you" and continues to threaten people that cause issues to dae ho and only really listens when he tells her to do something

I think it would be cute to see dae ho really flustered by that

Kimchi

Dae-ho x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox like forever am sorry. Hope it's okay 🫶🏻

☆☆☆

The first time Dae-ho saw you was during the Red Light, Green Light game on your first day. You were standing a few metres ahead of him, he could see you during the entire game and for some reason couldn't get his eyes off you. That much you stood out of the other players.

When people started running around in total panic and were getting shot, you didn't even flinch – not one bit. You stayed completely still as if you were standing alone at a bus stop waiting for the next bus, while Dae-ho's entire body was trembling in fear.

Whenever it was time to move towards the finish line again, you only goofed and played around as you ran forward, once doing a pirouette in the air and landing on one foot, reminding Dae-ho of a figure skater, just when the doll turned around to scan the area. You didn't look like you were taking this seriously at all, while people were getting killed all around you.

Only someone with a death wish or no will to live would act like that.

But somehow, you managed to reach the finish line in time, even faster than majority of the other players. You sat on the ground, cross-legged while the players on the other side were shot. Again, it was like you were deaf and didn't hear the gunshots at all and was watching merely a theatre act play out in front of you.

You were so unbothered it disturbed Dae-ho but also made him intrigued what made you to be that way – unless it was purely a personality trait of yours which you had been born with.

☆☆☆

You sat cross-legged on the floor, looking at the players around you, who were asking to join to other people's group and trying to form groups of five. You were still by yourself, not really sure who you should approach. So, you didn't.

Soon, a man approached you, standing next to you.

"We're missing one more player. Would you like to join us?" he asked.

You turned your head upwards to look at him. It was player 456. The same old guy who had screamed at the others during the first game how you were all going to die if you moved even an inch.

"Why should i?" you asked.

"Well, you seem to be alone and time's running out soon," he pointed out.

Even though he had looked like a crazy person in the field yesterday, he had been right of the purpose of these games. Thinking about it right now, he felt like a safe option to group up with.

"Hm," you hummed. "Where's your group then?"

456 pointed towards a group of three men who were looking towards you. So, at least strength wouldn't be a problem, if that was required during the game. Not that you'd call yourself weak at all.

"Alright," you agreed and got up, walking past 456 to his group without another word, not even glancing back at him.

You looked at the men sitting on the floor one by one, your gaze landing on the youngest one.

"Hey, you're cute," you stated and stepped closer to the player 388, sitting next to him. "What's your name?"

"Um, Kang Dae-ho," he introduced himself, cheeks turning slightly pink for the compliment. He was handsome, anyone with eyes could tell as much.

"I like that," you grinned.

While you waited for your group's turn to play, Dae-ho gathered a few stones from the ground to practice gonggi to warm himself up beforehand.

You watched him playing with the rocks, able to catch most of them but failing once in a while. Every time he failed, his hand started shaking, and he inhaled a deep breath to calm himself down. You liked to see him all concentrated, brows knitted together.

Dae-ho finally succeeded to pass one of the tries, joy and relief clear on his face. He had a really nice smile. He put the rocks down on the ground and turned his head towards you, not having fully realized how you had been staring at him the entire time. Gi-hun and Young-il hadn't been paying attention to him more than with a few glances, wanting to give him peace to practice.

"Hope i get it right a little faster during the actual game," Dae-ho nervously chuckled.

"You will," you nodded. "But no stress, it's really fine by me whether you win or lose."

"What do you mean?" he asked, furrowing his brows in confused manner.

"Personally i don't care if i live or die," you shrugged, turning your face towards the group which was playing now. Fifteen seconds left. "I guess it would be kind of nice to live though. I still have many seasons of different TV shows i want to see before i die."

Dae-ho examined your face silently for a moment. Then, the time ran out and the guards shot all the members of the group which had lost.

"Why don't you care about that?" Dae-ho asked a little while after the shootings had quieted down.

"Hm?"

"Living or dying," he specified.

"I don't have anything to live for, really," you explained, your face showing no emotion at all. The expression on your face could be same when you'd talk about something boring and meaningless. "But don't worry, i'll do my best to win this game and let you live."

Your words were meant to calm Dae-ho down but they didn't do the job entirely well. Relaxing and calming down other people wasn't one of your strengths at all, it never had been. Most of the times you managed to upset people even more than to cheer them up.

Finally, it was your group's turn to play. You were the last ones to play, so the waiting had felt like forever.

All of your feet were locked with each other, and you had to put a lot of effort on making sure you'd walk in sync to prevent yourselves from collapsing on the floor.

You weren't sure which one of the five of you was at fault – certainly not you, at least –, but after two games all five of you fell on the floor. It was surprisingly hard to get up. You wanted to curse the person who stumbled in his feet and tripped, causing a chain reaction.

"You okay?" Dae-ho asked and offered his hand to you, helping you up.

"Yeah, fine," you mumbled, letting go of his hand when you were standing again and gained back your balance.

Eventually you managed to pass all the mini games and crossed the finish line just in time.

"Good job, everyone," Gi-hun congratulated, looking at every member of the team one by one like a proud father would look at his children, you included.

☆☆☆

After the voting that evening, Dae-ho was approached by three men who didn't look satisfied at all. The player 124 grabbed the collar of Dae-ho's shirt and pushed him against the wall.

"You changed your vote to X, huh?" the player 124 stated, a furious glint in his eyes. "Wrong move, my man."

"Listen, there's no need for –," Dae-ho started peacefully but his efforts weren't going to work. Dae-ho didn't want to start a fight with no reason, but the player 124 wasn't the type of person to only talk arguments out and solve the problems with his tongue, no. He had a way different kind of temper compared to Dae-ho.

"I'm not going home because your loser ass was too coward to play one more game," 124 growled. "So, tomorrow–"

"Back the fuck off," you yelled, marching towards the guys. 124 let go of Dae-ho and turned towards you.

124 glanced back at Dae-ho, crossing his arms against his chest. "What, your little girlfriend is going to save you, huh?" 124 scoffed. "You let her fight instead of being man enough to do it by yourself?" He started laughing like a maniac.

You stepped right in front of him, lifting your chin a little to be able to look into his eyes.

"I'll give you one warning," you threatened with a calm and sweet voice. "Leave him alone or you'll regret it."

A cocky smirk spread on his face.

"And what are you going to do about it if i won't?" 124 asked, the tone of his voice like he was talking to a mere child. "You-"

You kicked him right into his crotch as hard as you could, making him whine and fold in half. When his head was bent low enough, you did one more kick on his face, sending him flying backwards until his back hit the floor. He was holding his bleeding nose which was surely broken.

Two hands grabbed your shoulders behind you, pulling you towards them.

"Fucking psycho bitch!" he shouted as his friends helped him back up. His fingers were being dyed bright red.

Dae-ho only looked at you and the player 124 with wide eyes, not expecting you to attack him like that. By just looking at you, he would have never guessed you could take down a man in just a few seconds.

Dae-ho felt his cheeks burning up, not sure what to do. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty of someone getting hurt because he was being protected. Even though 124 was an asshole. Nobody had ever beat someone up for him.

Especially not a gorgeous girl like you – that made Dae-ho even more flustered.

"Come on, let's go," Dae-ho whispered into your ear – afraid you'd explode if he spoke too loudly at the moment – and started pulling you away with him before the player 124 would be fully on his feet again.

When you were alone, you turned to face Dae-ho whose cheeks were still red.

"Did they hurt you?" you asked, taking his head in your hands and turned his face side to side to see any bruises or cuts but luckily found none.

Dae-ho took a hold on your wrists, stopping whatever you were doing.

"I'm fine," Dae-ho assured you. "Just, promise me to stay away from them?" He nodded towards the direction where you had just come from. He was afraid those men would come back to you when you'd least expect it and beat you up twice as bad.

"But i don't want them to touch you," you stated.

"Promise me, Y/N," Dae-ho repeated seriously, now putting more weight on his words. "Don't start pissing them off even more."

"Fine," you said, sounding annoyed and rolling your eyes.

"Have you practiced taekwondo or where did you learn to kick like that?" Dae-ho asked.

You let Dae-ho guide you back to Gi-hun and Young-il's company, sitting on the floor nearby them.

"Ever since i was 11 years old," you admitted. "Have to be able to protect yourself somehow."

Dae-ho was curious if you had a specific reason to make sure you would be able to protect yourself growing up or if it was only a useful hobby. You noticed his suspicious look, analyzing it a lot different than what he was actually thinking.

"What, just because i'm smaller than you i'm not able to defend myself?" you scoffed, sounding highly offended.

Dae-ho's eyes widened. "No, no that's not, i didn't mean it like that," he quickly stuttered.

"You're cute when you panic," you stated, causing Dae-ho to blush.

You let out a laugh, making Dae-ho confused.

Stop calling me cute, Dae-ho thought. It was making him nervous. That kind of nervous only you would be able to cause him to feel out of all these players there right now. A small part of him did want you to call him cute one more time, but that would be such a weird request.

☆☆☆

During Mingle, you stood next to Dae-ho in the large carousel, your other teammates near you as well. You grabbed Dae-ho's hand without even looking at him, like it was the most natural thing to do for you, keeping your fingers tightly between his.

Dae-ho looked at you without a word. You noticed his stare from the corner of your eye and turned your face towards him.

"What?" you asked.

He quickly glanced at your hands, not sure what to say.

"Oh, is this okay?" you asked. "I just don't want to lose the sight of you."

"Yeah, it's alright," Dae-ho replied and gave you a smile, tightening his grip in your hand.

You couldn't see his cheeks turn a little pink in this lighting, but he sure felt his face becoming warmer. He felt like a child being looked after by a temperamental mother – although he didn't hate having someone take care of him and make sure he was okay.

You were giving him extremely mixed feelings he had to battle with all by himself.

The room became a massive chaos whenever it was time to choose a certain amount of people for your group. Each round you were with different people, except you and Dae-ho. You held his hand the entire time, not letting him wander away from you. You had decided by yourself to be a package deal – either you both died or both lived. Dae-ho didn't seem to refuse your company either, not pulling his hand away no matter how sweaty his palm had become.

It was time to choose a room in pairs, and you didn't have to hesitate even a second who to choose to join you. You instantly started leading Dae-ho towards one of the rooms and got inside one without too many issues.

When the door was locked and you were safe, you watched through the gap on the door how the guards shot the remaining players who hadn't been able to get into safety. It made you wonder which game would be the one where they shot you dead if you didn't get back home first.

"Can i ask you something?" Dae-ho asked behind you, almost startling you. "If i'm not being too nosy."

You turned around and stepped next to him.

"Why don't you care about dying?"

You looked at him with furrowed brows. "Why should i? It's only natural."

"Don't you have, i don't know, anyone in your life you'd miss? Or what you'd miss doing?"

"I'm not religious, Dae-ho. I can't miss anything when i don't exist anymore," you explained but then thought about it for a moment. "Well, I suppose i'd miss eating kimchi."

"Kimchi?"

"Yeah, my mom used to make the best kimchi when i was little," you smiled. "And there's one place which serve the second best kimchi, right after my mom of course."

Smile spread on Dae-ho's face as well when he saw you smiling. Even though Dae-ho hadn't known you longer than a few days, he figured it took effort to pull a smile out of you.

"My mom's been gone for a long time though. I don't have any family left anymore. My friends abandoned me too," you admitted, smile completely faded from your lips now, words becoming quieter as well. "And I have no money, i was kicked out from my apartment because i couldn't pay rent anymore."

You shook your head and turned around, not able to face him right now.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to start rambling like that," you apologized and tried to back away from Dae-ho. He gently grabbed your wrist, keeping you close to him.

"It's okay. I like to hear you ramble." You looked at him surprised. "I'll take you for some kimchi when we go home," Dae-ho suggested.

"I don't need pity kimchi," you laughed.

"It's not pity," he said with half a smile. "I'd like to get to know you better and see what's under that tough shell you keep up. Find the part of you which would prefer to live."

You felt your cheeks warming up a little, just hoping your skin wouldn't turn too noticeably pink. Nobody had wanted to get to know you in a long time. In several years. You had gotten used to the fact that you didn't have friends who cared about you and your wellbeing. You weren't very approachable either, you were very well aware of that.

The door unlocked itself right then, interrupting your conversation which you suddenly didn't want to end. You wanted to stay here just a little while longer, just the two of you out of everyone else's sight. One more moment alone.

Neither of you moved for a moment, waiting for the other leave first.

"I doubt they'll feed us kimchi tonight but i'd still like to eat with you," Dae-ho suggested. "You could tell me more about your other favorite foods or the TV shows you wanted to watch before dying?"

You were still a little hesitant at first, but ended up nodding, a slowly growing smile on your lips. "Okay."

[emthephantom]

From Afar- Namgyu/ Player 124

Namgyu x F!Reader Namgyu hates you, right? So why does he save you in that fateful third game? Warnings: None Words: 1394 A/N: This is honestly so ooc but we roll and the ending is so rushed im sorry, I honestly need more fluff for this man. I hope you guys enjoy :)

You and Namgyu never got along. Since the first game he, along with his gang, teased you relentlessly for being reserved and alone. While it was mainly Thanos who did it, Namgyu would laugh along, building on the comments. You’d try your best to ignore them, usually retreating to Gi-Hun and his team for their comfort. They never minded your presence, welcoming you into their conversations and giving reassuring words. They took your focus away from the posse that tormented you.  

With your lack of acknowledgement, you never noticed how Namgyu’s eyes would follow you as you walked away, how they searched for you in the hoard of people rushing to find teams. He watched you all the time, protecting you from afar. He'd never admit it but at night, laying cold in his bunk, guilt would consume him. You were amazing, kind to the undeserving, kind to him. Every night he’d wrap the blanket tighter around his shivering form, wishing you were there, laid next to him. 

After anxiously awaiting in the main room for what felt like years, Namgyu perks up as the door opens. The pentathlon was a nerve-wracking game, one he couldn’t protect you from. His gaze lands on your hunching form, following behind Gi-Hun. You glance over at him, seeing the corners of his lips turned up. ‘He’s probably glad he still has someone to bully’, you thought. Thanos goes to stand, ready to tease you but Namgyu stops him, ‘You need rest’ he repeats in his mind. ‘Wait till she has more energy.’ he says, and to his surprise, his purple haired friend listens. That night, Namgyu doesn’t sleep, instead keeping a close eye on your bunk, protecting you from afar.  

The third game is chaotic. You’ve survived the past 4 rounds, Young-Il managing to grab you each time. The music starts again and the platform begins to rotate again. You look around, searching for Namgyu- why? You don't know. ‘There’s only 50 doors and 126 players.’ Young-Il says. You ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach and ready yourself to join him, gaining confidence that you will survive.  

‘2’ 

Young-Il grabs Jung-Bae, not you. You try find Gi-Hun, but he’s gone. Jun-Hee, gone. Hyun-Ju, gone. You were going to die. Getting ready to face your end, you remain still, closing your eyes as you prepare for the inevitable gunshot. A tear escapes as you remember all the unfinished business you had; you weren’t supposed to go this early. 

A pair of hands grab you and push you into a yellow room. ‘What were you doing! Why didn’t you move!’ Your eyes shoot open as you realise it was Namgyu who had saved you. His body pressed tightly against the door, preventing others from throwing you out. You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, you start to sob, pulling your knees to your chest; a close encounter with death was not an easy thing to deal with.  

The locks click and Namgyu crouches beside you and without a word, brings you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You grab his shoulders tightly and let yourself cry into his chest. His lips kiss your head every so often, whispers of reassurance spilling from him. Namgyu tilts your head up, making you look at him. The softness in his eyes is unexpected but not unwanted. He uses his sleeve to wipe your eyes and despite the circumstances, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. 

‘Why aren’t you with your friend?’ 

‘You were going to die.’ he says plainly, the sincerity in his eyes never wavering. Namgyu takes your hand in his, rubbing your knuckles gently. He knows Thanos will be pissed; they were in that room together before he spotted you, his feet taking him towards you before he could think. He’s proud of his actions, even if it means more enemies. 

The doors open and Namgyu helps you stand, not letting go of your hand. You walk out, hoping he would stay by you, but he spots Thanos, the glare on his face telling him everything. Namgyu begins walking towards him but you stop him. He rips his hand from your grasp and walks, looking back with a look you couldn’t decipher. You look down in disappointment knowing that the things that happened in that room would never occur again.  

Anxiously awaiting your turn, your gaze never faulters from the screen, the O’s winning by one. Hope is a thing of the past by now, you knew deep down you weren’t going home. Your number is called and you press the red button, immediately walking to the correct side of the room. Time passes quickly and soon Namgyu steps up. You watch him closely, wishing there was an explanation for earlier. He looks back in search for you and sees your tear-stained face. Not wanting to face what could have been, you look to your blood-stained shoes. A beep sounds and you wince, ‘another game, just one more game and maybe we’ll leave.’ 

A warm hand intertwines with yours and you look up. Namgyu stands beside you, a red patch in place of his blue one but he’s avoiding your stare, instead glaring at Thanos. He fidgets with your fingers as he watches everyone else go up to vote, and you find yourself twirling his rings as a way to calm your racing heart. His grip tightens when Young-Il steps up. The Xs were winning by one, you just needed him to do the right thing. Namgyu senses your discomfort and pulls you into a hug, hiding your head in his chest. He strokes your back lovingly as he watches Young-Il. 

In-Ho had two options, stop the games or continue torturing the former player. He looks over to the side, hoping to find Gi-Hun but is met with you and Namgyu. The sight of him comforting you brought back memories In-Ho tried so hard to suppress. You, a strong willed but soft woman, mimicked his late wife. Namgyu, calculated and cold, was a younger version of him. His wife’s voice rings out in his head and he knows what to do. 

Cheers erupt from your side after the beep and you look at the score. 

51-49. You were going home. Namgyu cups your cheeks, finally looking at you, ‘Let me be with you, please.’ he blurts out. In that moment you realise what the look from before meant- love. And you felt it too.  

‘Really?’ you ask, worried he was making fun of you again. 

‘I don’t want to be without you, I need to make it up to you.’ You smile and nod at the man, ‘Okay.’ 

The two of you are dropped off in a random alley. As unusual as it was to see each other without the green tracksuits it was nice to finally have a sense of normality. Namgyu’s hand finds its way to the small of your back leading you away.  

‘I’m sorry.’ he says suddenly. 

‘It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.’ Confused, Namgyu stops, turning towards you.  

‘I saw you a couple times, looking at me with those eyes.’  

He chuckles to himself as he drags you along the road, leading you to a small shop. He forces you to sit at a nearby table and places a small kiss on your forehead, promising to return. Left alone, you drift away with thoughts. The games were horrible, but something good came out of it. The cold night makes you shiver but the stars shine warmly across the night sky. You wonder is they always shone that brightly, if the moon was as beautiful before, if the night was always so peaceful. 

Namgyu returns and sits across from you, placing a small cake in the middle. ‘What? It’s our first date and we’re celebrating.’ He digs into the cake and you follow, the sweet frosting taking over your tastebuds. Comfortable silence settles between you, the atmosphere is calmer, something you could get used to. You spare a fleeting glance at the man in front of you, but he’s already looking at you.  

‘What?’ you ask, a small smile appearing on your face. Namgyu doesn’t say anything, instead reaching over the table to place his hand over yours. 

‘I’m glad I met you Y/N.’ 

[itsnesss]

Okay why can't I stop thinking about Kwon getting reader with that big ass knife, and Axel carrying reader off a lá Sir Harwin Strong

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

OO1. OO2.

summary | you try to stop Kwon from getting to Robby, and Axel tries to stop him from hurting you

warnings | physical violence, tension, strong language, dangerous situation

word count | 1.3 k

The Sekai Taikai is chaos. Everything happens so fast that you barely have time to think. You know Kwon is furious, his attention fixed on Robby, his dark eyes burning with hatred. You can't let that fight happen.

Without a second thought, you step forward, standing between them.

He pauses for a second, surprised by your intervention, but quickly his face twists into a sneer.

"Get out of my way." This has nothing to do with you."

Kwon frowns and, without further warning, throws a direct punch at you. You narrowly dodge it, your body moving by pure instinct.

It launches again, but this time you're ready. With a quick turn, you block his attack and counter with a blow to his torso, taking him back a step. His breathing becomes heavy, but he doesn't seem willing to give in.

You manage to land a kick to his side, making him stagger. He loses his balance and falls to the ground with a dull thud. For a moment, you think the fight is over, but then you see it.

The metallic shine on the ground, just a few centimeters from him.

Kwon sees it too. His eyes are fixed on the knife, as if it were a beacon in the darkness.

"No..." you whisper, but it's too late.

With a swift motion, Kwon grabs the knife in his hands, rising with an expression that freezes your blood.

"Is this what you want, Kwon?" you shout, taking a step back. "Do you really want to cross that line?"

You prepare to defend yourself, but before Kwon can take another step, a figure stands between you.

"Stop!"

His voice is like thunder, stopping Kwon in his tracks. Without hesitation, Axel advances and gives a quick blow to the arm holding the knife, causing him to fall to the ground. In one fluid motion, he kicks the knife away, making sure no one can reach it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Axel growls, holding Kwon by the neck of his gi.

Kwon struggles to free himself, but Axel doesn't give him a chance. He pushes him back hard, taking him back several steps.

Axel turns to you, his hard expression softening slightly.

"Are you okay?" —

"Yes, but..." Your voice trembles, but you manage to compose yourself. "Thank you."

Axel nods, but his gaze darkens as he returns to Kwon.

"This ends here," he says firmly, before turning to you again. "Let's go."

Before you can react, he takes you in his arms, carrying you with ease. "Axel, I can walk!" "You protest, although the force in your words is minimal.

"I won't risk it," he pulls you out of all the chaos of the tournament by dodging and pushing those who stood in his way.

As Axel lifts you up in his arms, a strange but electrifying sensation runs through your entire body. The ease with which it charges you makes you feel small, vulnerable, but also deeply protected. It's as if everything you've experienced so far vanishes in that moment. Your body weight doesn't seem to matter to him at all; He holds you with absolute trust, as if it were nothing to carry your weight, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The way his arms wrap around you is both protective and possessive. You feel the firmness of his grip, the warmth of his body against yours, and there's something about that sensation that turns you on in an unexpected way. The force with which he lifts you, the ease with which he places you in his arms, is a palpable sign of his power, of his mastery, and in some way he turns you on. You wonder if he knows, if he is aware of the effect he has on you by holding you like this, with that security that makes you feel so fragile and so protected at the same time.

Your breathing accelerates unintentionally, the friction of his body against yours causes a heat that goes beyond the fatigue of combat. You feel your heart beating in your ears.

It's as if, by carrying your weight, by holding you with that ease, he's also making it clear who's in charge, who's in control here. And that feeling of being so vulnerable, so small in their arms, somehow turns you on in a way that you can't deny.

With determined steps, he takes you out of the chaos, away from danger. As he carries you, you can't help but feel safe, even in the middle of the storm. The weight of the day begins to fade, as does the sound of screaming.

When he finally drops you to safety, his eyes meet you with an intensity that makes you forget for a moment everything that just happened. His gaze is cold, but his eyes reflect something else: concern. Despite his usual control, there is a palpable uneasiness in him.

"Are you okay?" Her voice is low, deep, and something about her makes you feel vulnerable.

You watch him for a moment, his fiercely protective expression. His muscles tense, his fists clenched, as if he were still ready to enter the fight again.

"I'm fine," you reply, but your tone is softer than you'd like. Tiredness consumes you, and words feel like a distant echo.

Axel doesn't seem convinced. He gets even closer to you and his concern is so evident that it makes you feel a strange mixture of discomfort and... relief. It's as if all the fury inside you has disappeared in that instant, leaving you with only the vulnerability you had tried to hide.

"I'm not sure you are," he says, pulling closer, his eyes racing over you intensely, assessing every inch of you. As if he feared that something else might happen.

You feel uncomfortable with that look, like he's willing to carry you if it meant keeping you safe, but at the same time, you find it... pleasant. A heat ignites inside you, something you can't ignore.

You stare into his eyes, and without thinking, you get up from the bench you were sitting on. Axel watches you, expectantly, and for a moment the world around you vanishes.

"You know what, Axel?" You say with a somewhat mischievous smile, taking a step towards him. "I think the only thing I need now... It's a kiss.

The air seems to stop for a second. Axel blinks, surprising at first, but his expression changes rapidly, though he can't hide the flash of surprise that flashes across his eyes.

"What?" His voice is almost a whisper, and for a moment it seems that he is looking for some sign of a joke.

But you don't back down. You get even closer to him, without looking away.

"You heard that right". Your voice is confident, although the tension in the air increases. "A kiss. That's all I need."

Axel keeps looking at you, studying your words, as if he's evaluating every intention behind them. A slight sigh escapes him before he takes a step towards you.

Then, with a speed you didn't expect, he grabs you by the waist, pulling you toward him. Your heartbeat resonates loudly in your chest, and in the blink of an eye, his lips are above yours, warm and urgent.

The first sensation is a crash. The intensity of his kiss brings you down, but you don't care. His embrace fits around you, his hands steady behind your back, as if he's telling you that you don't have to worry about anything else. At that moment, the whole world seems to vanish. There is only him and you, and the silent promise of something that needs no words to be understood.

The kiss lasts only an instant, but when it separates, the feeling of calm and satisfaction runs through your entire body.

Axel looks at you with an expression you don't know how to interpret, but the twinkle in his eye tells you everything you need to know.

"Is that what you wanted?" He asks, his voice somewhat hoarse, as if he too were processing what just happened.

"Yes, exactly" . You laugh softly, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement.

[velvrei]

sparks on the mat

pairing: axel kovacevic x reader

just a little blurb nothing much :)

word count: under 1k words

…

the gym buzzed with the excitement of the sekai takai.

the air smelled faintly of sweat and polished wooden floors, and the echoes of kiais from sparring competitors bounced off the walls.

you adjusted your belt nervously, the knot slightly crooked but holding firm. it was one of your first tournaments, and you were painfully aware of how much you stood out among the seasoned competitors.

still, you had made it this far, and you were determined to give it your best.

across the gym, axel stretched casually near the mats.

his bright red hair caught the light, messy but oddly fitting for someone who carried himself with such confidence. he wore his iron dragon suit, ready for his match.

the announcer’s voice crackled over the pa system. “next match: y/n l/n versus axel kovacevic, round 3.”

your heart skipped a beat. “great,” you muttered, wiping their palms on their gi.

“my first match, and it’s against someone who looks like they’ve been doing this since birth.”

as you approached the mat, axel turned to meet them with a friendly grin. “hey, first sekai takai?” he asked, offering a hand.

“is it that obvious?” you replied, shaking his hand. his grip was firm but not intimidating.

“just a little,” he teased. “but don’t worry. first matches are always the hardest. just focus on breathing, and you’ll be fine.”

you chuckled nervously. “thanks. i’ll try not to embarrass myself too much.”

you bowed to each other and took your stances as the referee called for the match to begin.

your nerves were on high alert, but axel’s earlier kindness helped ease the tension.

the match started slow, with axel testing your defenses with light jabs and kicks.

you blocked clumsily but managed to hold your ground. after a few exchanges, axel feinted left and aimed a kick at your torso, but you reacted instinctively, sidestepping and landing a light tap to his shoulder.

the referee called, “point!”

axel stepped back, visibly impressed. “nice one! that was quick.”

you blinked, surprised at your own success. “really? i mean—thanks!”

the match continued, with axel clearly holding back just enough to keep things competitive but encouraging. you managed to score another point before axel ultimately won, but by the end, you were both smiling through your exhaustion.

after the match, axel walked over, offering a fist bump. “you’ve got so much potential, y/n. keep at it, and you’ll be moving up in no time.”

you returned the gesture, grinning. “thanks, axel. and, uh, good luck with the rest of the tournament. i’ll be rooting for you.”

axel’s grin widened. “appreciate it. maybe we’ll spar again someday. you’re pretty fun to fight.”

as he walked away, you couldn’t help but feel a new spark of confidence. they weren’t just some rookie out of their depth anymore—they were someone axel thought was fun.

maybe the sekai takai wasn’t so bad after all!

…

hope you guys found this cute, it’s incredibly generic but 🙏

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she was wearing white, and he was like, 'i might be in trouble' | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

prequel to 'the reason why i smile'

Summary: As the newest student to Miyagi-Do, you're the shiny new toy everyone wants to see and play with. Unfortunately for them, you didn't have quite the bubbly personality, but one person who loves a challenge, finds out for himself what lies beneath the hard exterior of yours.

Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: None, cursing, fluff, fighting (karate)

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Axel couldn't believe his eyes. You stood in front of the class, dressed in your white Miyagi-Do gi, with an emotionless look on your face as Sensei LaRusso introduced you to the team.

When your eyes landed on him, he swallowed the lump in his throat. He thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on, and there you were, directed to go fall in next to him.

"Welcome!" He greets you with a big smile. It doesn't phase Axel when you barely spare a glance towards him, and nod in return. He loved a challenge.

The next few weeks, your paired with him to spar and it takes everything inside you not to be annoyed because why was this kid always asking you questions?

"Do you have any favorite bands?"

You huffed trying to keep focus on attacking your opponent while still answering his question. "The Strokes."

"I don't think I've listened to them all that much, maybe you can give me a few songs to listen to," he babbles, effortlessly blocking your two strikes.

"Fine," you agree, "focus!"

He laughs lightly before you manage to sneak in a 'ashi barai' foot sweep, and landing a point in the middle of his chest.

"Nice, (Y/n)!" Miguel comments from behind you. Axel is staring up at you in awe, completely mesmerized by the way you were able to take him down.

"I'll make you that list," you smirk at the boy on the grass, walking away as he processed what had just happened.

Miguel ran up to him, offering a hand to stand up.

"You okay?" He asks the awe-struck boy, helping him sit up.

"I think I just fell in love," Axel confesses his eyes searching for you.

"With the new girl?" Miguel questions. "She just kicked your ass."

"Exactly," Axel exhales seeing you take a sip from your water flask.

When it's time to call it a day, you find yourself waiting for your mom to pick you up at the exit of the dojo.

Axel see's this, and takes this opportunity to talk with you.

"Need a ride?" He asks coming up to your side.

"My mom is on her way," you say adjusting your gym bag on your shoulder. "Thanks though."

Axel nods slightly disappointed, and continues to walk to his car. Your phone buzzes in your hand, it's a text from your mom.

She was stuck in traffic and wouldn't be there for another thirty minutes. The sun was nearly all the way down, and you didn't want to stay out in this cool weather for the next half hour.

"Axel!" You call out to the tall boy. He stood by the drivers side of his car, his head snapping up.

You hastily walk over to him tucking your hair behind your ears.

"I could use a ride if the offer still stands," you say a soft blush rising your cheeks. Axel smiled widely pressing the key to his car for a second time so the passenger side could unlock.

"Of course!" He responds running over to your side, opening the door for you. You can't help the small smile on your face at his manners, carefully getting into his vehicle.

He closes the door behind you, going back to his side and sliding in.

"Type in your address," Axel hands you his phone, apple maps already open for you. You quickly type in your address along with something else he would soon appreciate.

You sent a text to your mom telling her she can meet you back at the house, you were getting a ride from a friend.

"Thanks for this, my mom is stuck on the highway," you explain placing his phone on the small holder in his vents.

"It's no problem," he assures you beginning to drive off. "Are you hungry? I can stop by something on the way."

You can't help but feel a warmth spread through you at his kindness, you had been so cold towards him and here he was offering you food.

"My mom is making dinner tonight," you inform him. "But thanks."

"Is it just you and your mom?" He asks quickly glancing over at you.

"Yeah," you sigh scooting slightly down in your seat. "My dad and brother live in Ojai."

"Is that where you're from?"

You nod silently, your parents divorce still somewhat fresh. They had separated for years but finally decided to part ways recently, landing you here in The Valley.

"Are you from here? Your accent," you motion to his mouth making him smile.

"No," he confirms. "Europe, my parents are doing business here in California."

"When did you move here?" You quiz him.

Each question evolved into another, Axel throughly explaining each one with you listening thoughtfully, completely intrigued.

When he pulls up to your home, you're still staring him taking in the words that fell from his lips.

"Thanks again for the ride," you give him a genuine closed mouth smile making his heart stutter.

"Anytime," he says hands tapping against the steering wheel. Before you can close the door, he says "wait!"

You raise an eyebrow, reopening the door slightly. Axel's mouth gaps, the question he wants to ask you, not coming out.

He wants to ask for your number, and continue to get to know you. But you were quiet, he knows you still have a guard up and he didn't want slow the progress he's made with you today.

"Never mind," he shook his head. "See you tomorrow."

"See you later," you say closing the door. He waits for you to enter the house before driving off.

Later that night, Axel is doing his homework, or at least attempting to while thinking about you.

He was remembering the way he your (e/c) eyes stayed focus on the side of his face while he responded to your questions, not leaving a single detail out, and the way you nodded as he talked, letting him know you were listening.

He's caught off guard when his phone buzzed on his desk, a text notification popping up on his screen. He furrows his eyebrows together as he notices it's an unknown number.

When he unlocks his phone, he's taken by surprise when it's a homemade playlist on Apple Music.

And it's from you.

(Y/n): Here, to get you familiar. If you like them, I might have to introduce you to Arctic Monkeys, maybe Cage The Elephant.

Axel fell in love twice that day.

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As time passed, you found yourself enjoying Axel's company, so much so you looked for him at school.

One of those days, your walking down the stairs with Hawk, listening to him ramble about a new video game that just came out when he says something extremely funny making you laugh.

Hawk glances over at you as you shake with laughter, this new noise coming from you surprising him and the others around you. Including Axel whom trailed behind you.

"(Y/n), is that you laughing?" You hear. Peeking back, you see Axel grinning down at you. "It's so...perfect," he grins.

You roll your eyes playfully, a scoff falling from your lips.

"Shut up," you mutter turning your back to him once again.

He made it his life's mission to hear that laugh again.

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There's a rare random Friday where the Sensei's decide to give the kids a day off and enjoy their weekend.

As the final bell rang for your last class, you make your way out of the classroom and search the halls for a tall Croatian boy. When you spot his golden brown hair, you mentally smile noticing it's tousled end of day look, just how you liked it.

"Hey," you greet Axel casually.

"Hey!" He gives you his famous grin as you fall into step with each other.

"You doing anything with your free night?" You ask casually.

"I'm trying to decide what I'm gonna do for dinner tonight, my parents are going to a dinner party for my father's business," Axel says. You could work with that.

"Do you wanna try that pizza place off Encino?" You proposition.

Axel nods, completely unaware what you're asking him, and what your intentions are.

"Yeah! Miguel says it's really good," he says, excited to finally try the pizza place he passes on his way to the dojo.

"Cool, we can meet there around six?" You suggest fiddling with your car keys.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" He offers. "You're on my way."

You realize you are in fact on his way to the place and nod in agreement.

"If you don't mind," you say lightly. Axel notices the tiniest sincerity in your voice that he doesn't hear very often making him giddy.

"Of course not," he insists. "I'll text you when I'm there."

"Don't be late," you say flatly making him smile. There's that charm he knows and loves.

You two part your ways for the afternoon, each heading home to get ready for tonight.

Normally your attire is casual, jeans, crop tops, sweatshirts, converse. Tonight you wanted to try.

It doesn't surprise you when Axel doesn't text you but instead gets down from his car, rings your doorbell, and waits outside like the gentlemen he is.

Axel feels his heart begin to thump in his chest when you open your door revealing your beautiful self. 'That's a new sweater' he notices.

The way the white cashmere top fell off your left shoulder, revealing your glowing skin made him swoon internally.

"You're early," you point out, stepping out and locking the door behind you.

"I wanted to avoid traffic, didn't want to risk being late for you," he explains. "Can't have you bailing on me."

You chuckle turning back to face him. "I wouldn't."

The both of you head towards his car, as per usual, he opens the passenger door for you, closing it softly once you get in. Learning to reciprocate the same manners, you reach over the counsel and open the door for him.

The car ride is filled with a comfortable silence, your newest playlist you curated for Axel playing in the background. Glancing over at you, Axel notices something different about you.

It's not a bad different by any means, but he can't quite place what it is.

Your lips are painted with a pink gloss, and the way your hair style went from straight to curled since he last saw you at school made him a little confused.

Not to mention the car was filled with a vanilla scent that lingered from you, it was heavenly to him.

"You look nice," he says sincerely, breaking the silence.

You're caught off guard, noticing his eyes fall to your exposed collarbone.

"Thank you," you respond quietly. It was the first time Axel ever heard you sound so vulnerable.

Axel smiles to himself, enjoying your music and relishing in your perfume.

It's when you're both sat across from one another, having just placed your order, that Axel realizes what was happening.

You were being nice, laughing at his jokes more than usual, sharing just a little more of your thoughts and opinions. The effort behind your subtle but elevated look. You were trying.

"So...what's the occasion?" Axel inquires as you take a bite of your pizza.

You raise your eyebrows, placing your slice back down on the plate to take a sip of your soda. "What do you mean?" Your words are innocent.

"Don't take this wrong way then I say this, you look beautiful everyday," he begins his words making your blush. "But tonight you look like you're dressed to impress."

"Maybe I am," you shrug avoiding his eyes.

"Oh," He grins, his heart doing backflips. "Should I be jealous of who ever you're trying to impress?"

A playful smirk comes across your lips as you pick up your pizza, taking another bite.

"This is a date isn't it?" He draws together, his smile never faltering.

"Date, hanging out, whatever," you attempt to play off. "Don't be weird."

Axel laughs softly, leaning back against the booth, his eyes still fixed on you with an amused glint.

"I'm honored," he spoke completely infatuated by the situation.

You rolled your eyes, the same smile tugging at your lips as you tried to hide behind your normal careless attitude. "You're annoying."

"Yeah, but you like me anyway," he teases grabbing another slice of the pepperoni pie placed between you two.

"Debatable," you snort at his accusation.

"I don't know, the way you've been looking at me recently says otherwise," he taunts you playfully.

"Right, like I haven't noticed the way you smile when I knock you on your ass at the dojo," you push back wiping away at the grease on the slice you grabbed.

"What can I say, I love a woman that can kick my ass," Axel deflects with a cheeky grin before taking a big bite out of his pizza.

"I can't stand you," you can't hold back the laughter that Axel loves to hear.

"But yet, here you are, on a date with me," he grins shooting you a wink.

"That I am," you admit stubbornly picking at the pepperoni.

It was the start of something you hadn't fully anticipated when you first arrived, Axel couldn't be more opposite of you. But it's also what you liked about him.

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okay so i had a really good request idea for kwon, so its during the time period of the sekai taikai but its later in the night, reader got hurt pretty badly during one of her fights but still managed to win, she limps when she walks and can hardly defend herself at the moment due to her injury, and she like gets surrounded by 3 other people from another team of the guy she won against, their mad she won so they try to fight her, a 1v3, and kwon comes up and beats them, just defending reader and making sure he scares them away before checking on reader to make sure shes okay

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG 😓

A/n: Hi!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to do this but I hope this fiction makes up for it ♡

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍ��ᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇ.

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The night air was thick with tension, the dimly lit corridors of the Sekai Taikai training grounds eerily quiet now that most competitors had gone back to their rooms. You should have too.

But walking back alone was already hard enough when every step sent a sharp, agonizing pain through your leg. You had barely managed to win your last fight, taking a brutal hit in the process. It was worth it—but now, you were paying the price.

A limp. A bruised body. Weak defenses.

And then, just your luck, trouble found you.

Three fighters from another team stepped into your path, their leader being the teammate of the guy you had just beaten. You recognized them instantly—loud, arrogant, and clearly still bitter about their loss.

“You must think you’re something special, huh?” one of them sneered, stepping forward. “Winning that fight when you could barely stand?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to stay calm, but your pulse quickened. They knew. They knew you were weak right now.

“I won because I was better,” you shot back, voice steady despite the exhaustion weighing you down.

The leader let out a dark chuckle. “Better? You just got lucky. And we don’t like lucky people.”

The other two shifted, closing in, and your body tensed instinctively. Three against one. In your current condition, you wouldn’t last long. You needed a way out, but before you could even move—

A sharp thud.

One of them was suddenly on the ground, groaning in pain. The others barely had time to react before another figure moved between you and them, fast and precise.

Kwon.

He didn’t hesitate.

He caught the second guy’s arm mid-swing and twisted, forcing him to his knees with a pained grunt. A brutal kick sent him sprawling to the floor. The third fighter tried to land a hit—Kwon sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the front of his gi and slamming him against the wall.

The guy gasped, eyes wide with fear. Kwon leaned in, his voice deadly calm. “Touch her again, and you won’t be getting up next time.”

The threat lingered, heavy and real. The three fighters scrambled to their feet and ran, not daring to look back.

Silence settled.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your body sagging slightly against the wall. Kwon turned, his usual sharp demeanor softening when his eyes landed on you.

“You’re hurt,” he muttered, stepping closer.

“I’m fine,” you tried to brush it off, but the moment you shifted your weight, pain shot up your leg. You sucked in a breath, biting back a wince.

Kwon frowned. Without a word, he moved in, one strong arm wrapping around your waist to steady you. The sudden warmth of his touch sent your heart into overdrive.

"You could barely stand," he said, his voice quieter now.

You exhaled, knowing there was no point in arguing. Instead, a different question burned in your mind. You glanced up at him, hesitating before asking, "Why did you help me?"

Kwon stiffened slightly, his jaw tightening. He looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. Then, with a quiet sigh, he raised a hand, brushing his thumb lightly over a small cut on your cheek.

"Because I care about you," he admitted. His voice, always so controlled, was softer now. "Because I—" He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I couldn’t just stand there and let them hurt you."

Your breath caught in your throat.

"You—"

"Yeah," Kwon cut in, as if already knowing what you were about to ask. "I like you. More than I should." His fingers lingered against your skin, his gaze intense. "And if that means fighting whoever tries to hurt you, then so be it."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. His confession, raw and unfiltered, made the pain in your body feel like a distant memory.

Kwon liked you.

And with the way he was looking at you right now, you knew—he wasn’t going to let anyone take you away from him.