#game fic

[frost-queen]

Notes of an evening (Reader x Astarion)

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Summary: After the Mindflayer's ship, Astarion's and your relationship starts out rocky with a knife at your throat and lot's of arguing. At some point you started to notice how Astarion was always awake at night. That night he tells you he's a vampire spawn, bending your rocky relationship a bit. When a storm brews, you seek shelter with Astarion to deafen out your fears. Will Baldur's gate be the place where you finally accept the truth about those feelings?

Panting loud, you slowed your running down to a jog once you were out. It felt like one hell of a break-out with your life on the line. The newly found girl you had rescued on the ship right behind you. Slowing more down to a walk, you hoped you’d be out of dangers. The girl came closer to you, nudging you by your elbow. Furrowing your brows confused, you watched her motion with her head towards the rocky edges.

Still trying to catch your breath, you noticed a young man standing by the edge. He turned around to you. – “Hurry! I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” – he called out as you slowly neared him. – “There! In the grass.” – he waved you over as you looked over your shoulder to the girl. She pulled her shoulders up, not giving you much help with what to do with this stranger.

You came by his side. – “You can kill it right? Like you killed those others?” – he asked. Crossing your arms, you took a good look at him. Pale, white curly hair and a devilish smile. – “Asking a girl to kill for you, how pathetic.” – you said, wondering why he didn’t just kill it himself. He seemed to have enough ego for it.

He chuckled humouring with a mocking undertone. Rolling with your eyes, you uncrossed your arms. – “Stand aside, scaredy cat.” – you responded moving him aside with your hand as he took some steps back. Hunching over a bit, you stared at the tall grass, hearing faint noises. Out of the bushes emerged a boar, snorting loud. Unimpressed you watched the boar run off.

The cold of metal made you gasp as a grip on you pulled you back. With a groan you fell on your back, a knife held at your throat. The boy laying on the ground beside you, holding you at knife point. You struggled, grabbing his wrist that held the knife firm to push it away. – “Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” – he said making you more angry that he had overpowered you.

Shadowheart took a step closer as he noticed her. – “And you!” – he shouted. – “Keep your distance!” – he voice loud and threatening. – “No need for this to get messy.” – his voice changing to something smoother as he glanced down at you.

“I need her alive!” – Shadowheart called out. – “Stow that blade or I’ll show you just how messy things can get!” – she made clear. The man chuckled. – “Promises, promises, but I have other business I’m afraid.” – he looked at you once more with a teasing smile. You groaned loud, twisting his wrist that held the knife away from your neck. With your leg, you forced it between his legs, finding yourself a lock to use your strength to flip him over.

In a matter of seconds the man rolled on his back as you sat on top of him, holding him down by both his wrists. The look of surprise on his face felt glorifying. Slamming his wrists against the ground made him loose his grip on the knife. Shadowheart came running over, plucking the knife from the ground. The elf squirmed underneath your grip for freedom. – “Aww look who is begging now?” – you teased with a flashing smile.

The elf boy groaned loud with frustration. You leaned down as his eyes widened. You left a kiss on his nose just to annoy him more. Swaying your leg over him, you rolled over to the side getting up. Shadowheart approached holding her hands out for you to pull yourself up with. The elf sputtered to his feet, dusting some sand off him.

“If you were looking for a robbery, you failed miserably.” – Shadowheart said with a nudge at you. You rested your arm on her shoulder, giving the man a smirk. – “I saw you leave the ship.” – he spoke as it made Shadowheart and you look at each other. – “I thought you were one of them.” – he continued. He looked you up and down. – “Clearly you are not, and to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your insides.” – he finished as it made you puff unamused.

Even Shadowheart rolled with her eyes. The elf dipped into a bow. – “Perhaps an introduction. My name is Astarion.” – he introduced himself. He waited for an answer from the both of you. When it didn’t came immediately he straightened his posture. – “And you lovely ladies?” – he asked with a nervous chuckle. – “Shadowheart.” – she introduced herself making him laugh.

“What kind of a name is Shadowheart.” – he teased. – “Mine.” – She answered ready to take out his knife she had been keeping. With one hand gesture to the side, she stepped back. – “And yours?” – he turned to you with a charming smirk. – “Y/n.” – you said simple, not too much theatrics around it.

You motioned to Shadowheart to get it moving. Shadowheart came nearer, following you. You noticed the elf boy following you, but you kept quiet. As you wandered through the lands, your group grew larger. Filled with variations of personalities. For many nights now, you were forced to live with them. Live, eat and breath with the people you had found along the way with the same purpose. The fire was crackling as Wyll returned with more wood.

Gale stretched himself out. – “Another prospecting day passed. Not too much running or fighting I’d say that is a win. Don’t you think Y/n?” – he turned to look over at you. You pulled your shoulders up, a bit too tired to engage with Gale. – “I don’t know about you all, but I shall be heading for bed.” – Shadowheart spoke getting.

Astarion who stood a bit further away, came closer. – “I’ll keep watch.” – he offered. You leaned back, looking over your shoulder to him. – “Brooding on a killing plan for us? You’ve been keeping watch an awfully long time.” – you teased with a sarcastic smile. Astarion chuckled tauntingly. – “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have made it so far, darling” – he answered.

You gasped dramatically. Making Astarion roll his eyes with annoyance. – “We’d both know you’d fail at that.” – you muttered out loud enough for him to hear. Astarion clenched his jaw, ready to throw hands with you. Lae’zel sighed loud. – “Just fight it out so we can get some sleep.” – she called out sitting casually at the fire.

Gale got up, waving his hands across. – “Now hold on for a moment.” – he said. – “There is no need for unwanted bloodshed.” – he went on as you scoffed loud. – “Like I’d want his blood on my weapon.” – you let out getting up to face him. Astarion laughed. – “At least my blade came in reach of your neck.” – he recalled with his hands on his hips. – “Oh right and then I kicked your ass.” – you answered with a sarcastic smile to taunt him more.

Astarion chuckled. – “Only because I let you darling.” – he answered. Gale came in between. – “Enough playing, off to bed!” – he made clear not wanting any protest. Puffing loud, you spun on your heel, going to your tent. Astarion huffed loud crossing his arms as he turned the other side. Slowly the campsite died out. Everyone heading for bed as Astarion was the only one awake.

That night you couldn’t catch your sleep. Tossing and turning in your dreams till you snapped your eyes open. Trying to find your sleep was pointless. Crawling to the opening of your tent, you moved the flap aside. To your surprise Astarion was still awake. Sitting on a log by the died out fire. Getting up, you walked out of your tent over to him.

Astarion didn’t even have to turn around to hear your footsteps. – “If this is an attempt to kill me, you should be more quieter next time.” – Astarion said letting his head fall a bit back. – “How’d you know it was me?” – you asked curious. Astarion curled up a smile. You came to sit beside him on the log, watching the burned up logs. – “I’ll take your turn, you can sleep.” – you told him, wrapping your arms around your legs. – “Couldn’t sleep?” – Astarion questioned.

You looked up to him with a soft smile. You nudged him playfully against his upper arm. – “Time for you to sleep.” – you chuckled out. Astarion chuckled nervously back at you. – “What?” – you replied with furrowed brows. Astarion looked comfortably away. – “Don’t tell me you are like those non-sleeping beings.” – you laughed out. Astarion swallowed nervously unable to process how he should respond to that. Seeing how he wasn’t playing along with you, you had a sense he was being serious.

“Wait!” – you called out. – “Are you?” – you let out as Astarion shushed you for keeping your voice down. Astarion sighed deep, letting his head fall back. – “There’s no more way in hiding this.” – he said looking down with a saddened expression. – “I…” – he started, turning more towards you so your knees touched. He swallowed the rest of his words back in, staring at your wide curious eyes. Seeing how gentle they were.

A tiny smile on your lips that came him comfort. Astarion sighed loud. – “I am a vampire spawn.” – he confessed, looking ashamed away. – “You probably feel disgusted by me.” – he said, to his surprise he felt your hand lay on his. – “Why should I be?” – you answered making Astarion look at you. His lips forming a smile seeing how your features were gentle and warm.

Not a hint of judging or disgust on it. – “Tell me more.” – you asked as Astarion chuckled humourlessly. You moved a bit closer to him, hands underneath your chin, elbows resting on your knee as you wanted to hear more. Your gesture made Astarion smile. – “Alright.” – he started explaining you more of his life story as you listened with much curiosity.

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Wyll looked up at the skies, squinting his eyes a bit. – “Seems like a storm is brewing.” – he informed the group. You swallowed nervously, rubbing your hands nervously together. – “Not scared of a little rumble, Gale?” – Shadowheart teased seeing Gale’s expression of discomfort. – “For a bit of storm? No.” – he let out, moving his hands to his hip. – “As one I am actually quite fond of storms. Comes in really handy when one get’s in close situations.

In fact conjuring a storm has helped this poor wizard a few times more than I could account for.” – Gale started to ramble on, making Shadowheart groan. – “For Shar’s sake I didn’t ask for your life story.” – she replied. – “On the contrary Shadowheart, it is a wonderful story.” – Gale pressed on. Lae’zel cursed. – “Quiet before my blade cuts your tongue.”  - she glared his way, not interested in another awfully long story of his that led nowhere.

“No, no let him talk.” – Karlach pitched in. – “Thank you Karlach.” – Gale held one hand to his chest, bowing her way. – “I’m sure there’s something to laugh at him.” – Karlach went on as Gale’s smile dropped instantly. – “Har, Har laugh all you want.” – Gale spoke when the others were chuckling at Karlach’s comment.

You weren’t really engaging into the story, keeping your eyes on the skies. Seeing the dark clouds form in the distance as you knew it would spread to here. Fidgeting nervously with your fingers. Having a sudden sense of being watched, you looked down, locking eyes briefly with Astarion. You immediately stopped fidgeting, pulling your hands behind your back to give him a sheepish smile. Hoping he hadn’t noticed it.

Noticed how uncomfortable you were around storms. Lae’zel decided to walk a bit further before setting up camp. The dark clouds were spreading as there was a soft rumbling in the air. You jumped up, standing stiff. – “I’m heading to bed.” – you declared, walking off as you quickened your pace near your tent to hop inside. Astarion furrowed his brows. – “Wonderous dreams Y/n.” – Gale wished you, not sure you’d hear it. It didn’t take long for everyone to head for their own tents. In the beginning the rumbling was still faint.

Laying down, you had your knees pulled up to your chest. One hand over your ear to deafen the sounds out. Discomfort on your face as you flinched each time there was loud rumbling in the sky. You didn’t like storms, not one bit of it. It had been something ever since your childhood, you were afraid of.

Never haven grown out of that fear. There was a loud crash in the sky, making you scream into your pillow. Muscles contracted, sweat on your forehead as your body was shivering with fear. – “Make it stop, make it stop.” – you whispered out, trying to beg the Gods to end it. Another loud rumble that felt like it was right above you, made you shot up. Panting loud as you couldn’t take it anymore. Hurrying up to your feet, you ran out of your tent into the rain.

Running blind, hands covering up your ears as you dropped down in another tent. Astarion shot up at the sudden barge in his tent. His eyes widening as he saw you on your knees, panting loud. – “Y/n?” – he said softly. The hearing of your name made you look up in surprise to Astarion.

Lowering your hands you chuckled sheepishly. – “I…I…” – you then looked wonderous around, playing it out. – “Is this not my tent? Oh apologies Astarion, must have run into the wrong tent while I was outside. It is pouring outside did you know.” – you acted out nervously, hoping he wouldn’t see through you. Astarion positioned himself better, resting on arm on his pulled up knee. – “It’s the storm isn’t it?” – he asked. – “What? No.” – you puffed out, waving his comment away with a laugh.

There was another rumble, Gods fighting in the skies with lightning as it made you jump at Astarion. Knowing you were exposed now. You expected him to laugh at you or mock you for such a silly fear. Instead he tilted your chin up with his thumb for him to look in your eyes. – “Are you alright, Y/n?” – he asked. Knowing you couldn’t keep being brave, you shook your head. There was another rumble in the storm as he felt your muscles tense.

The nervous fidgeting from before suddenly clear to him. – “You may stay here, if you like.” – he offered. It made you blink surprised. – “Really?” – you answered. He nodded making some room for you. – “Don’t worry I won’t bite.” – he spoke holding his hands up as you laid yourself down. – “Unless you want me too darling.” – he breathed out, flashing a smile at you.

Astarion laid himself down on his back beside you. – “Try to relax Y/n. The storm can’t harm you here.” – he spoke staring at the ceiling. Hearing it pour outside as the sky rumbled from time to time. – “I’m sorry…” – you said laying on your side, looking at his profile. Astarion’s brows furrowed. – “What for?” – he wanted to know keeping his gaze on the ceiling. – “For this… my foolish fear of storms…” – you explained. – “It’s not foolish.” – he answered listening to the rain hit the tent.

“I know I should be over it, but somehow I can’t… ever since I was small.” – you explained further feeling comfortable enough to tell Astarion about it. Astarion rolled over as his eyes met with yours. – “I know how hard it is to let go of past fears.” – He replied in a husky voice. Astarion reached for your hand, holding it dearly. – “No storm will ever harm you again.” – he whispered with comfort. A small smile formed on your lips, feeling a bit shy from the way he was gazing at you.

Astarion felt that the muscles in your hand weren’t as tense as before. More relaxed. He watched you close your eyes, becoming unbothered by the storm outside. The storm passed after a while. Making way for the morning as some birds came chirping early around the tent. Astarion slowly woke up, humming sleepy. He tensed his arms, feeling a body press firmer against his chest as his arms had wrapped it.

His eyes opened looking down to see you were laying in his arms. It made him stare frozen at the display. Somehow during the night he had taken a hold of you. Wrapping his arms around you and keeping you close to his body. He saw how comfortable and at peace you were in his arms. It made him smile, resting his chin on top of your head. Enjoying the last moments before you’d wake up. Astarion felt you wake up as he loosened his grip around you.

Lifting your head up hazily, you met up Astarion’s eyes. – “Morning darling.” – he said with a teasing smile. You smiled back at him. His gaze shifting from your eyes down to your lips. Eyes widening, you gasped loud, getting up. Astarion got up as well. – “I can’t survive their teasing if they saw me leave your tent.” – you called out knowing the others would taunt you annoyingly with it to the bone. You popped your head up, looking around if anyone was already awake. – “At least they have something to talk about then." - Astarion replied making you chuckle.

“Thank you.” – you whispered to him before sneaking out of his tent. Astarion exhaled deep, laying himself back down, one arm under his neck. Smiling amusingly at how comforting pleasing he adored this kind of affection, he wasn’t quite used to.

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Baldur’s gate. You and your companions stood at the gates, looking up to the city walls. – “Isn’t it wonderous.” – Gale let out with a wave of his hands. – “I expected it to be more grand.” – Shadowheart replied unimpressed. Gale scoffed loud. – “Uncultured one.” – he mumbled under his breath. – “It has his charm.” – you cut in to appease Gale. Gale turned round to you. – “Thank you! Finally someone who can admire beauty.” – he let out.

You caught Astarion looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You returned his look with pulled up shoulders. Gale coming over broke your gaze with Astarion. Gale threw his arm around you. – “Allow me to show you all the wonders of Baldur’s gate. Seeing as it is your first time visiting the glorious city. I know a few spots you simply must visit Y/n.” – he said claiming you for himself. Astarion’s expression tensed that Gale had snatched you from under his nose.

You looked back at Astarion, hoping he’d come and take you away from Gale, but he did nothing. Gale walked through the gates with you, his arm still over you. Astarion kicked some tiny rocks away with his foot. – “Come on sour face.” – Karlach called out, exciting to enter the city. He sighed, following her into the city. He kept a close eye on you when Gale was parading you around.

Shadowheart came joining his side, looking over at you as well. – “If you stare any longer she might turn to stone.” – she said teasingly. Astarion cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from you.  – “I have no idea what you are talking about.” – he replied with a chuckle. – “You like her.” – she answered with a smirk. Astarion laughed loud, to hide the truth. – “Exceptionally delusional of you Shadowheart.” – he responded pinking a fake tear away.

“Oh, so those nights of cuddling in your tent are a fever dream right?” – Shadowheart answered glorious. Astarion chuckled mockingly. – “I’m going to f*cking kill you.” – he told her humouring. – “I see right through you, big boy.” – Shadowheart patted him against his chest before she took off. – “How… how did you even…” – Astarion questioned coming after her.

Shadowheart chuckled. – “You two aren’t really subtle.” – she answered. Astarion froze, thinking he had been very subtle. – “I saw her leave your tent once or twice.” – She then called out to him with a laugh. The group arrived at a tavern as Wyll called for refreshments. You finally were able to tear yourself away from Gale. Everyone entered the tavern as you stood last. Grabbing Astarion by his wrist to prevent him from entering.

He stared confused at you when you guided him a bit to the side of the tavern’s door. – “Well thanks for stepping in!” – you called out. – “You made me be stuck with Gale for the entire morning. Do you have any idea how many stories I’d have to endure of him. The most pointless explanation of Baldur’s culture accompanied by one of his long stories. He literally had something to say about every stone and you just let it happen. Let him talk my ears off. Have you not seen my helping eyes. Begging you to come and save me from his dire tales. No of course not, because you were too busy admiring yourself or chattering with Shadowheart.” – you called out in a rush of frustration.

Spilling every annoyance you had since this morning to him. Astarion chuckled as you were so lost in your speech train of yapping at him. – “Oh so this is funny to you!” – you said loudly, setting your hands on your hips. – “Excuse me sir that I am humorous to you. Would you like me to do a little dance with it?” – you let out spinning around.

As you were turning, you felt his hand go to your lower back, pulling you closer to him as you bumped against his chest. Before you could react more, he leaned down, kissing your lips to silence you. Still half in your frustration, you wanted to push him off, but he wouldn’t let you. Letting his other hand join your lower back as he deepened the kiss. You fully surrendered to him, kissing him back.

The kiss broke off as he gazed lovingly at your eyes. – “For the rest of the day you shall stick to me, darling. And the days after that.” – he said with a smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck. – “If you are ever in need of blood. I’m offering mine.” – you replied. Astarion trailed down your arm with his finger. Curling up a smile before he kissed you once more.

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[hiso03]

For the ask game, may i greedily ask for 1. Barry's dirty secret and a fic you want to talk about?

In fact, it's a job for the first day for the Halbarry week.

I use the "Hero/Civilian" prompt.

The idea is a bit simple, but basically it's about Hal as a lantern returning from a mission he decides to stay the night with his friend Barry from central city, however when he arrives at his house he finds everything off and quiet, so he starts investigating Barry's house and finds a secret that Barry had been keeping away from him for a while.

He needs to check some more, just something light to make sure Barry is safe and that he wasn't kidnapped by some interplanetary enemy who left that strangely titled ransom note. There's nothing weird or out of the ordinary with what he plan to do. It's just a friend protecting his friend. He'd do that for Ollie, John, or anyone else; not that he´s particularly interested in what's going on with Barry.

I'd probably also like to mention numbers 5 and 9.

Number 9 is also for Halbarry week and I wrote it pretty much about three or four days ago.

It has become one of the fics I enjoyed writing the most because the idea had been haunting me for a while, but I hadn't been able to write it.

It's inspired by the DC vampire universe and perhaps, to say the least, it's one of the darkest or weirdest works I've ever done and in fact when I mentioned the subject to my group of friends they looked at me confused.

Number 5 is one of the first fics I planned to write when I entered the fandom, but I've been putting it off a lot.

It's an alternate universe with no powers where Barry is a doctor and Hal is a police officer.

Hal meets Barry when he is injured and ends up being treated by him.

He immediately takes an interest in the doctor, but is given strict orders to only come if he is injured.

Hal complies and Barry is troubled and captivated by Hal's bizarre effort to get a romantic date with him.

[mr-nauseam]

Thanks to polls I can do one of my desired fic:

Two of hearts.

In Kirkland's strangely quiet life (if no one is trying to stab him and he has access to well-made scones it means all is quiet) an invitation in the post upsets his plans. He has been invited to the ninth wedding between Spain and Austria (this is the good one!) and he can bring a plus one.

When he thinks about who he might go with, only two people pop into his head: Portugal and France. 💙💜

Dynamics:

To be updated weekly.

You will be able to vote to choose what England will do

There are 4 end's: (EngPort, Fruk, Alone and ot3).

More details coming!

Any heta mate want be part of it? So I do a tag list ☺️

[kitsune024]

Undertale II Sans Fic Recs

Crossover : Harry Potter

Under the Veil by @poplasia I Chapters: 70/? I Time Travel, Dimension Travel, Friendship

Sugarless Milk Chocolate by @magioftheseas I Chapters 13/? I No Mercy Route, No Romance, Corruption, Descent into Madness, read the tags

“I’m really tired, so... You win, kid. I give up.” And, as awful as it is, those words are liberating. (In which Chara really needs a new method of making friends to murder with. Granted, this method they're going with might just work. Vaguely. Like, they have their moments at least. Circumstances are still pretty terrible, but it's still something.) (Also known as "Wow isn't that story title cute. Yeah uh, this story isn't very cute in context.")

[minnophee-writes]

Might write something for Johnny from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre game, he has me in a choke-hold <3

I'm about to write a fic for him I swear...

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

More medieval dyes for y'all!

[frownyalfred]

thinking about the expert masseuse Alfred hired for the family that is paid a small fortune annually to provide massage services and ignore so, so many things. No questions, no remarks, just quality service and an ironclad NDA that, if broken, would probably topple said masseuse’s entire family line.

Things Alfred is paying them to ignore, in no specific order:

Bruce’s spinal hardware courtesy of Bane :)

weird amounts of muscle on everyone, even the kids (despite them allegedly not working physical jobs)

scars

FRESH scars

the fact that every joint in Bruce’s body clicks when moved/manipulated at the tender age of 42

Olympic athlete level physiques

rotator cuff injuries across the whole family

scars that are definitely from bullets and/or acid splashes

old signs of what looks like torture (Bruce)

Dick’s entire left arm is basically screws and plates (he “fell really bad” once)

every single family member takes deep tissue massage with max pressure with 0 complaints

calluses

no really, the weirdest fucking calluses

[saymio]

In Ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down

A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)

hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group

hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.

hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.

hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic

hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.

hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.

hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.

hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.

hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.

hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.

hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.

hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.

hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.

hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.

hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.

hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.

hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.

Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~

[greengoblinswifey]

Beneath Chaos—Hwang In ho/Player 001 x Fem!Reader

summary— amid the deadly Squid Game, you form a forbidden bond with Young-il, a married man. one night after lights out, seeking comfort, you ask him to stay by your side and things escalate.

warnings— no spoilers, age gap(reader is in her 20s, young-il is in his 40s), infidelity, oral(f!receiving), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— for the newbies, y/n in all my stories is black but ofc, everyone can read <3 also this man has so many names, omfg.

Part II

The games had taken their toll on everyone. The latest round had been especially brutal, dead bodies across the arena, screams still ringing in your ears even after hours. Everyone was on edge, fear settling deep into their bones as they huddled in their corners of the dormitory, too paranoid to sleep.

You sat in the dim light, knees drawn up to your chest, trying to quiet your breathing. You glanced over to the group you had managed to stick with, Gi-hun, Jung Bae, Dae-ho, the rest and—Young il.

Your gaze lingered on him longer than it should have. He was older, quiet, and deliberate in his actions, his face lined with age and attractiveness. There was a steadiness to him, even in the chaos of the games, that drew you in despite your better judgment. You knew he had a wife, he had mentioned her being in the hospital when the group shared snippets of their lives. But the magnetic pull you felt toward him was undeniable.

The sleeping quarters was cold, the hum of fear in the air. You hesitated before shifting closer to him. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

He turned to you, his expression calm but questioning. “What is it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling foolish for even asking. “Can you—can you stay beside me tonight? I just, um, I don’t feel safe.”

He regarded you for a moment, his dark eyes scanning your face. Then, after a beat of silence, he nodded. “Alright.”

Relief washed over you as he moved closer, sitting beside you on the thin mattress. The proximity made your heart race, but you told yourself it was just the stress of the situation.

Hours passed, and the room slowly quieted as people succumbed to exhaustion. You and Young-Il lay on your sides, facing each other. The dim light cast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the lines etched into his skin.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing.

You blinked, startled. “Like what?”

“Like I’m the answer to whatever you’re feeling right now,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

You flushed, breaking eye contact. “I’m sorry. I know you’re married. I shouldn’t—”

“Shh,” he said softly, his hand brushing against yours. “Let’s just forget everything for a moment.”

Your breath hitched as he moved closer, his face inches from yours. His lips brushed yours, hesitating at first, testing the waters. The kiss was soft, but the weight of everything unsaid between you made it feel electric.

You pulled back suddenly, guilt flooding you. “I can’t. This isn’t right. You have a wife—”

“Don’t think about that right now,” he interrupted, his voice a low murmur. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. “Just stay with me.”

His lips captured yours again, this time more insistent. The kiss deepened, a hunger building between you as the world outside faded away. His hands roamed down your body and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into his touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth. Your breath came in shallow gasps as he moved lower, his hands gripping your hips firmly. When he reached the waistband of your sweatpants, he paused, looking up at you for permission.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both desire and restraint.

You nodded, unable to form words, your heart pounding in your chest.

With deliberate care, he tugged down your sweats and underwear, his lips pressing gentle kisses along your thighs as he did. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with awe.

With his eyes locked on yours, his head lowered between your legs. His lips captured your bundle of nerves, sucking softly as a soft gasp left your lips. You pressed them together, not wanting to wake anyone to see what was taking place. His tongue flicked your clit sending more pleasure than you had ever felt throughout your body, making you shiver.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured between your legs.

You nodded frantically, fingers lacing in his silky hair as he continued feasting on your pussy. His tongue glided from your hole back up to your clit then down again. He circled your hole, letting his tongue slip inside as he collected your juices on his tongue. Your free hand clamped over your mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet as he slipped a finger inside your pussy.

Your back arched from the bed as his skilled finger curled and his tongue sucked on your clit with ferocity.

“You’re doing so well, cum for me, cum on my tongue and my fingers,” he whispered.

Your fingers curled into the thin blanket beneath you as he continued, each flick of his tongue and thrust of his finger sending shivers down your spine. His movements became overwhelming and you pressed your lips together tightly as an intense orgasm washed over you making your back arch from the small bed.

“That’s it, good girl, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered.

In that moment, the fear and chaos of the games melted away, leaving you wanting more. You trembled beneath him, breathless and aching, your skin tingling from the intensity of his tongue. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the dormitory. “I need more. Please.”

He stilled, his dark eyes meeting yours, searching for something. “Are you sure?” he murmured.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes,” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear as your fingers gripped his shoulders.

His lips curved into a soft smirk, his hands sliding up your sides. “Then beg for it,” he said, his voice low and commanding, with dominance you hadn’t expected.

Your cheeks burned, but the desperation in your chest won out. “Please,” you murmured, your voice soft but trembling with need. “Please, Young-il, I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

“As you wish,” he interrupted. He shifted to sit back on his knees, his hands deftly tugging his sweats and boxers down. He watched your reaction as he freed his hard cock, his gaze heavy.

“Look at you,” he murmured, one hand stroking over your hip as his other lined himself up at your leaking entrance. “So perfect, so beautiful. I don’t deserve this, but, God, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You gasped as he pressed his cock into you slowly, his whispered praises filling the space between you. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his hand braced beside your head. “You’re doing so well. So tight, so perfect for me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts measured and deliberate. The quiet around you made every sound amplified, the soft rustle of sheets, skin slapping, the hitch in your breath, and his murmured words of adoration. “Cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, his voice cracking with need. “Do it, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You cried out softly, your hands clutching him as you surrendered, your body shuddering against his as your pussy gushed on his raw cock. He held you through it, his touch firm and grounding.

Moments later, he shifted, his body warm and solid beside you. “I’m not done with you,” he murmured, lifting your leg over his hip as he slid into your throbbing cunt.

The angle made you gasp, your hand flying to his arm as he held you close. “You’re f-fucking me so good,” you managed, your voice breathless.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Stay with me. Feel everything, just like this. You’re perfect, you hear me? Perfect.”

Your breaths mingled as he began pounding into you harder and the rhythm grew more intense, both of you trying to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape. His lips pressed against your ear. “Cum with me,” he urged, his voice a broken whisper. “Cum on my cock as I cum inside you, sweetheart.”

You clung to him as your orgasm took ahold of you once more, the world fading away as waves of warmth washed over you. His grip tightened, and his soft groan against your skin coupled with the feeling of his cum filling your pussy were the only confirmation you needed that he’d joined you.

When the high ended, he rolled onto his back, pulling you against his chest. His lips pressed gentle kisses along your hairline, your forehead, your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he murmured, his voice soft and tender. “You’re going to get out of here. I promise.”

You nestled against him, his arms wrapped securely around you, the fear and chaos of the games momentarily forgotten.

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Indebted

Pairings: The Salesman x Fem!reader

Summary: He wouldn't call it jealousy... He just wasn't very fond of sharing his toys.

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Jealousy Language, Violence, Age gap, God Complex, Brainwashing, Psychopathy, Blood, Gore, Codependency, Yandere!Salesman, Stalking, Smut (+18) mdni, Caning, Forced Orgasm, Controlled Orgasm, Dumbification, Impact Play, Blood Play, Blood Kink, Sadomasocism, Dom!Salesman, Sub!Reader, Rough Sex, Blood Play, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Sadism, Punishments, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Overstimulation

A/n: I'm not responsible for the media you consume

4k words

"Seriously, if it weren't for your help, I'd probably fail this module-" you meet him at the door, your Salesman, who's come to play one of his games. He arrives just as you're ushering someone else out.

"It's honestly my pleasure," you say, "You've made me feel useful."

As you speak, you open your front door to reveal your Salesman standing on the opposite end of the threshold.

You hadn't been smiling, not until you saw him standing there in a crisp, well-fitted navy blue suit. He's not looking at you. Not immediately. His eyes are trained on the boy you're standing beside. The one who's slipping on his sneakers, still murmuring about how incredibly grateful he is for your tutoring.

'It's nothing,' you replied modestly, even though it was most definitely not nothing to dedicate your entire Wednesday afternoon to tutoring. The boy is a first year and budding with the need to get better in psychology. His essay would have been flawless, had it not been for the grammatical and spelling errors that plagued the page. You'd both sat for the majority of this Wednesday afternoon hacking through the issues and improving on his spelling. It was endearing. To be in university and still need a spelling tutor.

"Thanks so much for the help." The boy tries to maneuver his lanky frame past your Salesman who takes up the majority of the space by your little doorway.

"See you next week." He shoots you a small smile before giving an uneasy glance to your Salesman.

"Hello." Says the Salesman, so painfully formal it causes a wave of unease to swell. He peers down at the boy like a tiny little thing.

"H-Hey." Your student replies before thanking you once more.

When he leaves and it's just you and the man you're paid to please every Wednesday evening, an uneasy sort of silence settles between you both.

You're smiling up at him.

And he's smiling down at you but it's different somehow. Tighter. Not a genuine smile at all.

Although admittedly, none of his smiles were genuine. His entire face was a carefully orchestrated scam, to get any suspecting victim to trust him.

And yet somehow, this smile feels more phoney.

Like a tempest is brewing beneath.

Before you're able to dissect it further, he's already stepping closer, letting his large, elongated shadow fall on you. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"The last time you came to my house, you killed someone." You lean against the door, your hip leaning against the wood as you fold your arms over your chest. His eyes zero in on the movement and a rare occasion occurs: You feel powerful. That's the last thing you've ever been made to feel in his presence.

"It took a week to get the smell of blood and death out of my room." You continue.

He lifts his hands in front of you, showing the briefcase that hangs from his heavy fingers and the blisters coating his palms. Like a magician convincing you his hands were clean, "I come in peace." That deep and gravelly vibrato veneering his voice causes a tantalizing hum to run all the way down your spine, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. You step aside, staring blankly ahead of you as he steps into your house, bombarding everything with his presence.

From his brisk walk alone, trudging into your apartment like he owns the palace (which he regrettably does) you almost immediately realize that something is wrong. You are not under the impression that you've done anything to make him angry but unease still rolls in your stomach like a tempest that's brewing. When you make it into your adjoining living that bleeds into the kitchen, you find him standing in the kitchen. He lowers his briefcase onto the counter before resting both his heavy hands there.

You move to the other side of the counter, leaning down- giving him a more than perfect view of the cleavage spilling from your dress. You hope it might appease him as you try to wrack your mind for possibile slip-ups that would've caused this terrible silence.

This little-to-no-conversation between you both makes your dynamic feel like the transaction that it actually is: a girl, who needs her university fees paid and a sadist who wants his needs met. Feelings weren't in the equation and yet, your heart stops when he asks,

"How was school?"

"School was school." You reply, sounding pathetically excited to finally hear his voice since the moment he entered your little home.

"Although," you peer down at your jittery fingers on the counter. Your nerves are shot to hell as you admit, "I don't know how proactive I'm going to be tonight-”

He was a ruthless dominant, never failing to leave you absolutely spent by the end of the night. It left you with great discomfort to not be able to perform to the greatest of your abilities during these sessions. “I'm so tired... I've got this psychology quiz and-"

"Who was that?" His questions cut through yours like the tip of a hot knife.

“Who was who?” You ask.

He only smiles before turning his back to you, frantically pulling open cupboards as he says, “Rice. Where's the rice? Do you have rice?”

“The cupboard in the bottom row- Who are you referring to?”

He pulls out your tall container of rice and you watch him round the counter with it in his hands. “This place is so fucking small.” He says, popping the lid of the container, “Reminds me of my childhood home.” He stands right in the only open space in your apartment and all you do is watch as he tips the container over, watching millions of rice grains scatter to the bare floor.

“THAT'S MY FOOD, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-”

His voice is like molten lava when he looks down at you and points toward the ground. “Kneel.”

You feel nothing but cold air slide across your exposed arms when he trudges back to your little kitchen. Your mind reels and your stomach sinks and sinks and sinks- burning a hole through the rest of your organs.

“Am I being punished for something?”

“Be a good girl and kneel on the rice.” He says and because you were nothing but a slave to the dominance in his voice, you slowly lower yourself to the ground. From behind the kitchen counter he watches your face contort into unmistakable pain as the rice grains dig into your knees. He takes a while but soon you're fully kneeling on the floor. He rounds the counter once again until he's standing before you.

“That… child that was just here,” his voice is eerily calm as he caresses your cheek, “Who was that?”

Had you been in any other situation, under vastly different circumstances, you might have looked for the urge to laugh. His blatant jealousy of some university first-year was nothing if not laughable.

“He's just a friend from class- ah.” It almost becomes unbearable but for the sake of your self preservation, you know not to get up.

He continues to caress you, loosening his tie as he asks. “Which class?”

“P-Pardon?”

“You mean to tell me you only go to one class?” He snaps and you fight off tears, “What the fuck am I paying for?”

“You're paying for me to get my psychology degree.” You reply with feeble words, trying to put away the thought of all the little stabbings plaguing your knees.

“And does that entail sleeping with your classmates?”

“What?!” You screech as he walks away. You're suddenly left without nothing to hold onto and you sway forward, your palms landing on more rice.

“Y-You know I don't do that.” You cry, feeling the sting more from the accusation than the pain of all this bloody rice, “Y-You know I don't sleep around- You know I don't talk to anyone-”

You hear his briefcase click open. From your vantage point on the lowly rice-filled floor, you cannot see what he's taking out. It fills you with more dread than you've ever experienced before. Which was utterly ridiculous.

With him, dread is a thing you ought to be accustomed to. Dread is where you live now. You ought to get comfortable with it.

“Such a shame.” He tsks as he finally rounds the corner to reveal whatever it is he's gone to go fetch. His dress shoes clack against your recently varnished floor and you breathe heavily. The pain had subsided- or perhaps you've gotten used to it- which scares you more than anything. He's messing with your pain threshold. Causing you to build a tolerance for certain things and that terrifies you.

Hidden under all that terror was unmistakable lust.

God help you.

“I thought we were making progress, you and I.” you see the cane first. Made of rattan, it hangs from his strong hand corded with tense veins. A gleaming watch is secured around his wrist and you're already shaking your head as you slowly look up at him. Now the tears are right by the doorway. No matter how much pain he forces you to get accustomed to you could never survive this. Your body still has limits.

“He just asked me to help him with his spelling- Please!”

He raises an eyebrow. “Spelling, you say?” he pats down on your head, eliciting a dizzying wave of subordination as he says, “I think you've just given us our game for tonight, Doll.” He bends down, knees bending until he's somewhat closer to your height. He's still far too big for you. Far too much. You try to crawl backwards, you try to crawl away but he grabs you by your face. You're quite literally being expertly manhandled as he turns you around until you're on your knees in the opposite direction.

“Please…” You're begging but you don't know what for. Once his games were set in motion, nothing could stop him.

Your movements still when you fill him lower his large hand onto your backside. It's so big and warm and you momentarily forget about the rice digging into your skin. He slowly lifts up the skirt of your dress, revealing your underwear beneath.

“Our little Spelling Bee,” he lowers your panties down your thighs, causing a shiver to wrack through your entire body. It's pointless to hide how affected you are by every little thing he does.

“For every word you spell right,” he lifts your leg for you, giving you momentary reprieve from the pain as he manoeuvres you out of the underwear, “You get to cum.”

You'd never felt more degraded: being forced onto doggy style onto a million grains of rice while this man lets his fingers graze over your exposed cunt. He parts your folds and a wave of embarrassment rolls over your face. It's all so normal to him though, just sticking his fingers inside your cunt. He does it with the professionalism of gynecology and all you're able to do is stare blankly ahead while he prods at you.

“We can't make things too easy, though, so you're gonna keep this little thing warm for me while we play,”

You're craning your neck back, trying to get a look. “What thi-”

You release one hoarse gasp when he inserts something round and bulbous and vibrating, straight into your cunt.

“Th-This isn't a game. It's a punishment.” You say through gritted teeth, trying to fight off a moan as the vibrator hums inside you, “I've only ever had sex with one person-”

You. That voice pipes up in the back of your head, feeble as you felt. You think back on the time you gave him your virginity. It had been a bloody affair.

The second his cock ruptured your hymen and the blood began to coat your thighs, it only made him ravage you more. You'd gone to bed crying that night, your tears soaking into your pillows. You were unable to get up and head to classes the next day. All that pain and yet you also felt so incredibly fulfilled. The pain was a godsend.

But this pain? It's angry.

He's angry and he's punishing you for it.

Silence follows your pleas.

“Are you done?” He asks and your shoulders slump as the tears begin to fall. The urge to grind down onto the vibrator coupled with the rice stabbing your knees puts you in an odd predicament. The inner workings of your body is being made a fool of and he's the root cause.

“I'm afraid you've gotten too comfortable with me-”

“Comfortable?” You scoff, whipping your head back to glare at the man watching you with calm eyes and raised eyebrows. “I could never feel comfortable around you.”

“And you've forgotten your place.” He smiles before standing to his full height, “Letting little boys over to your place-”

“We were studying-”

“I've gone soft on you as of late.” He lets his other hand drag across the length of the hard cane. “Shame on me. It's clearly deluded you into forgetting about our arrangement.”

He steps around you until he's once again standing in front of you. “You've forgotten your place as a thing.”

He grabs your face. “My thing.”

You do a very wrong thing then.

You moan.

It's soft and insecure and so dreadful but you moan

His eyes search yours. You can see the pleasure diluting them. Causing them to go as round as saucers.

He wants to lean into that sound you just made, but he's still furious with you and that sends you into a spiral.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay-”

“So you admit you're a slut?” He asks, inches the buttons of his blaze as he readies his assault. “You whore yourself out to that little boyfriend of yours.”

"Boyfriend?” It's laughable. “Me?”

“Are you condescending me?” He asks darkly and you screech in frustration.

“You know I don't talk to anyone- Why are you so angry with me!?”

“You haven't seen angry, Little girl.” His face is calm. Dangerously so. “You haven't fucking seen angry.”

A shiver wracks through your body as you look up at his cold dead eyes.

“Fine.”

Whatever it takes.

“I am a slut-” you really weren't and the words barely register as truth but you're scrambling as he steps away from you. His hands folded in front of him and he appears oh so in control as he says, “Your first word is Gorgeous.”

You breathe out as you try to refocus enough to successfully spell the word.

“G-Oh.. fuck.” Your cunt spasms around the device and your eyes roll back. You're rocking backwards and forwards, frantically searching for friction that just isn't there. He loves the show you put on for him, writhing on the floor like a puppy in heat. He barely contains his glee as he raises his hand and says, “Wrong.”

“W-What!?” you blink, trying to shake away your pleasure-filled daze, “N-no that wasn't my final-”

“G-o-r-g-e-ou-s,” he says smugly as he moves until he's behind you. Your body tenses and the world shatters when he darkly repeats, “Wrong.”

The cane cracks through the air before it ever lands on your backside. The word ‘sting’ doesn't begin to cover the utter agony that blossoms across your asscheeks. All you know for all those seconds is white hot pain. Everything is at attention, and your body vitaly tries to urge you to take care of the inflicted wound but you can't.

“Sane.” He's breathing heavily as he walks over to stand in front of you. He's getting riled up, a strand of black hair falls in front of his almond eyes. His shoulders rise and fall and rise and fall. Seeing you get caned once does unspeakable things to his resolve. “Your next word is sane.”

Too easy.

"W-Which one?" You blink through the pain, trying to will the tears away. The second you slipped into self pity, it'd be over for you. "S-Sane is a homophone.” You say thickly. The pain. The pain. The pain. “There's Sane,” you glare up at him through wet lashes, “Which you very much aren't-" that amuses him greatly. You're regrettably far too happy to hear the dark chuckle. “Then there's Seine, like the fishing variety-”

He places his hand on your head. “Clever girl. I thought you didn't have a dad.”

“I don't,” you hiccup, “I just like fish. Men aren't the only fishers in the fucking world.”

“Smart mouth.” He pulls away again until he's standing at his full posture. “You use it like that with the boy from Psyche?”

Your shoulders slump and you don't care about the desperation in your voice as you reaffirm, “I'm telling you I haven't done anything-”

“Seine as in the fishing practice. Spell it.”

“S-E-I-N-E” your eyes are squeezed shut as you take a strike from a whip that never comes. Your eyes that had once been squeezed shut, slowly flit open and you're amazed to see his grinning face right in front of you. Every wrinkle running like tributaries around his eyes. The smile lines. He's so handsome it's devastating.

“Correct.” He says. “You're allowed to cum. Congratulations.” Just those few words have your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you begin to rock back and forth. You lean into the pleasure like a warm and fluffy blanket during aftercare. It's a godsend and it has you moaning and whining into the air.

“Let me give you a hand,” he says, before stopping to deliver that signature, “My little winner.” He brings you in close, your hands cling onto his forearm while the other reaches behind you. He delivers a kiss to your forehead as his fingers find your puffy clit.

“I'm gonna-”

“Cum for me my Clever girl. Cum for me before I change my mind,” There is nothing but him. He consumes you as you fervently hump against his hand on all fours like the animal he reduced you to. Your hips move on their own accord and in his eyes, you can see his own pleasure mounting. Its in the gravel in his voice when he clears his throat and says, “Thank me for letting you cum.” your orgasm crashes down on you and it's ferocious. It's vicious. It's guttural. The rice underneath you still serves as a reminder of your punishment and that somehow has you coming harder.

“Thank you for letting me cum Sir,”

his eyes flutter shut and his chest expands as he basks in your servitude. He breathes it in, letting it settle in his bones, making him feel as important as he needs to.

“N-No more, please,” you whisper once the orgasm passes. He doesn't switch off the vibrator and soon the pleasure bleeds into a painful discomfort. the aftershocks rattle through your body as you drift into overstimulation, “Please-Done-” you became horribly useless with your words when he had you like this, and he watches you so intently as if not only turned on by your torture but so completely intrugued by it. You intrigued him.

“Stop-” You begin but he chuckles as he moves away from you. He straightens his suit and readies the cane, “Why? You’re not even bleeding yet.” He says, “Suck it up.”

“Oh my god, I need to come again,” it rolls through you quite literally out of nowhere and you gasp as you try to keep it at bay. Cumming without having won a round was a breach in the rules of the game and you didn't wanna do that.

“Well then, I guess you better spell the next word for me.” he says with a smile.

You swallow thickly. Your previous win elicits a tiny sliver of confidence and spelling is something you excel in so you steel your nerves. You breath in deeply and stare blankly ahead.

“Honorificabilitudinitatibus.”

You immediately look up at him.

“Latin words arent-” another aftershock rams through you. You're so close to cumming completely hands-free. “L-Latin words aren't allowed.”

Nothing but a dark chuckle escaped him at your expense. “I had no idea you were making the rules.” He says sarcastically. “Had no idea the cane's in your hand.” That draws your gaze to the cane, leaning in his palm.

Point made.

He could throw in whatever wild-card word he wanted because he held the cane.

“H-o-n-o-r-” you make the mistake of looking up at him then. He's gazing down at you with his head tilted slightly to the right. His cane behind his back as he leans down slightly.

“No cumming,” he tsks, shaking his head. “Disqualified.”

“B-But I didn't-” even as you say those words, you feel it. The lightning zipping through you like a phantom. A ditzy sort of smile flashes across your face as you succumb to the pleasure being forced out of you. “F-Fuck-” its so painful and so fucking good you're seeing stars. He runs a hand through his messy hair and the cane comes down on your backside. This time it draws blood.

“I'm a rusty old man, glad to see I've still got a firm grip,”

“P-Please-” You're still caught in the world of unicorns and rainbows. Your orgasm is center stage, in spite of all the pain. You didn't even know your body could cum for this long. You didn't think it was possible but here you are, riding wave after wave of pleasure induced by a vibrator in your cunt while he canes you almost mindlessly.

He transcended every realm of physical possibilities.

He's breathing heavily now as the cane falls to the floor. The end is bloody. You stare down at the floor while he moves behind you.

“Don't forget, this is a transaction,” Behind you he kneels behind you, his fingers graze your backside, “This is about you avoiding student debt for the rest of your miserable life. A life you'll probably spend married to some depressed drunk who beats you and doesn't even let you cum.” A hand pulls you back by your hair until you're seated on your haunches. Skin had broken.

Your blood drips down your backside like a marble statue in the rain. There were marks. Scars.

“You're indebted to me.” He says behind you. “Say it.”

“I'm indebted to you.”

“Thank me for hitting you, Doll.” His hands drift over your body. The softest touch after these moments of brutality.

Th-" You struggle to catch your breath as he digs his fingers in your cunt, finally freeing you of the vibrator that rattles to the floor, “Thank you… for hitting me.”

He hums into your hair, smelling you, feeling you. “You're welcome, my little winner,”

You hear the sound of his zipper, and frantic movements behind you. You're utterly spent. You'd let him do anything he wanted. Anything at all.

“You look so pretty, Baby. Look at you,” his fingers swipes down the arch of your back. He brings his hand around to show you the crimson dropping from his index. Almost automatically as if the two of you were in communication far beyond that of human understanding, he brings your finger forward the same time you dip your head lower and roll your tongue out. Until the taste of your own blood drawn from all his sadistic torture is wiped along your tongue.

He groans. “I wanna jerk off with your blood.” He admits, “Fuck-”

You gasp, beginning to rock on haunches as if you could still feel that vibrator inside you, “Please- don't say stuff like that-”

This was bad enough.

You were bad enough.

He's already corrupted you to a point where you didn't even recognize yourself.

Where is the quiet, shy girl you had been? She's drowning under all the blood he'd spilled to make himself cum. She's buried under all the pain, all the turmoil and all the damn torture.

You don't miss her

"Pl-lease fuck me, I need it." Your voice is hoarse and you realize you're making demands but still you peer at him over your shoulders. Your tired eyes plead with him.

“I never ever ask you for anything. I've let you control everything.”

While you speak, your voice deep and hoarse, his hand is already moving over his erection. He bends you forward, until you're in doggy style again. Fabric rustles. Your limbs are trembling.

“For once, just grant me th-” the words are barely out your mouth before he's shoving his cock all the way inside you.

“O-Oh God!” Your eyes squeeze shut as he fucks you on the floor like a rabid animal. You try to crane your head back, to watch him ravage you.

His hair is a mess, his tie completely undone. He's everything he tries to hide from the rest of the world. Nothing but an untamed beast.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight-” he says, resting his hands on bloody ass. He guides your movements, pulling you roughly down on his cock until you're screaming into the open air. You're both like animals. You've both regressed to the very basis of your instincts.

“I need to see your blood on my cock,” He's already pulling out of you. The sound reverberates with finality all around the apartment and you cry. It's all you're able to do as you crane your head back to watch him stroke his cock with a bloodied fist.

“Are you ready to cum for me again, baby?”

Your lips are quivering as you rock backwards urging his cock in, “L-Like you won't believe,”

“Then cum for me, Princess.” He says, sliding his cock back inside your overstimulated cunt. Your orgasm is instant and swift and it rocks through you, tightening your cunt around his cock like a vice. His movements grow more frantic as he fucks you through it, keeping a firm grip on your ass.

Your mouth falls open when you realize he's fucking his own cum and your blood back into you and its all too much. He throws his head back when he cums, letting his hips stutter against your ass and the world spins.

“You're s-such a fucking slut,” he laughs manically. You've quite literally given yourself to a sadistic monster and the post nut clarity is vicious.

“I want to take you out,” he says, way softer than he had been a minute ago.

Your body tenses. “Out? Where-”

“Dinner.” He says. “You deserve it… my little winner.”

If you knew anything about anything, you knew it wouldn't just be any ordinary dinner.

But who were you to refuse?

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[gongyussy]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[frost-queen]

To serve and protect (Reader!Graham x Leon Kennedy)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07,@melsunshine

Summary: You are Ashley's sister, taken by the Los Illuminados instead of her. When Leon rescue's you, it starts off rocky as you don't seem to like each other. While escaping together, your bond grows where you find it hard to be seperated from each other. When taken, Leon goes feral without you, doing everything in his power to save you. Found, he kisses you passionate, having needed you.

Leon sneaked in the dark corridors. A few torches lighting his way. He neared a door as he approached it slowly. Cautious he opened the door with a creaking sound. – “Y/n?” – he said peering inside through the small gap he left open. – “Y/n Graham are you in here?” – he asked pushing the door further open with his elbow. – “Y/n?” – he called out stepping into the room. His quick reflexes made it easy for him to deflect the sudden attack. Your groaning as you swung the object was a clear warning as well.

Leon moved out of the way seeing you lose your balance as the heavy candleholder hit the flooring. – “Just let me go.” – you breathed out using all your strength to lift the candleholder back up. – “Just listen.” – Leon responded as you swung at him again with a groan. He caught the object before you could hurt yourself in the process. – “Easy with that!” – he addressed throwing the candleholder to the ground. It made you gasp at his strength.

You backed away when you noticed the gun in his hand. – “My name is Leon.” – he said taking a step closer. Hitting the wall with your back, you felt there was no way out. – “I’m here on the president’s orders…” – he continued as you weren’t listening. Only thinking about one thing. Your escape. While Leon seemed to be focused on you, you glanced briefly to the side, taking a run for it.

Leon sighed deep. – “That went well.” – he said to himself. You slowed down in the corridor passing a large window. Gaze caught by something outside. Leon got in motion, quickening his pace to keep up with you. He slowed down, storming over when he found you once more. – “It is dangerous out there.” – he said approaching. – “I need you to listen to me!” – he made clear pulling hard on your elbow to turn you to him.

You moved back, forcing your arm out of his grip. – “Take a look outside pretty boy!” – you called out, gesturing at the window. Leon pushed you outside making you look bothered at him. His eyes widened brief at the sight of the angry mob outside. Torches lit as they were making their way to the entrance. – “So what’s the plan pretty boy?” – you asked with a witty glance. Leon huffed brushing past you. He walked across, looking down as he heard the door open. The angry Spanish mob entering.

He grabbed you roughly by the arm, pulling you along. You tore yourself away from him. – “Have you ever heard of a gentle approach?” – you shout-whispered to him. He smiled sarcastically with a taunting bow. – “I am sorry I didn’t know we were taking a calm stroll at this hour.” – he mocked. You threw him a childish smile to make clear he wasn’t funny at all. Leon grabbed you roughly again, squeezing hard at your arm. He let go of you by a window, looking down.

“If this is how it is going to be from now on, I’d rather not have your hands on me.” – you told him bothered. Leon looked over his shoulder to you. – “If you didn’t linger I wouldn’t have to drag you.” – he responded angering you even more. You clenched your hands with a firm stomp. Leon saluted you before dropping out of the window. Blinking surprised you stared down. – “Jump!” – Leon said gesturing for you to do so. – “Are you!” – you shouted, looking over your shoulder suddenly lowering the tone in your voice.

“Are you mental?” – you told him. – “I’ll catch you.” – he responded. – “You better!” – you answered. Feeling a bit anxious you knelt down, carefully bringing your leg over the edge. – “Today Y/n.” – Leon sighed out. You shot him a cold glare to shut the hell up. You brought your other leg over the edge sitting down. In the background you heard the mob of villagers approach. – “You better catch me Leon!” – you insisted trying to hide you were scared to the bone.

“Just jump Y/n.” – Leon responded. You closed your eyes for a second, shuffling closer to the edge. Opening your eyes, you let yourself drop down. Well aware of the fact you could hit the ground and break a few things. Leon huffed loud when he caught you. Bending a bit through his knees to ease the impact. – “Told you.” – he said with a smug face. You groaned annoyed, pushing yourself off him. Leon set you down on the ground with no protest.

He turned his head hearing the commotion inside. You yelped when he grabbed you tightly by your wrist, dragging you along. The rain clouding your vision as you were partly glad Leon was leading the way and your feet just had to follow. You gasped seeing lighted torches in the distance. – “Pick up the pace Graham!” – Leon shouted over the rain. You nodded firm, picking up the pace. Leon let go of you, holding his gun in the ready. He came to a stop as you bumped against his back, hearing him grunt annoyed.

Gasping loud you saw the mob had formed in front of him as well. Leon started shooting as you covered up your ears. Leon grunted at how many bullets these people would take before going down. It never could be simple. – “Stay close!” – Leon ordered while firing. You looked frantically around seeing the mob circling around you. – “Leon!” – you yelled. Leon turned round as you duck down. His arm swaying over your head, firing at those close to you. He groaned firing at those in front of him once more.

“They are too many!” – he cursed out. He grabbed you by the wrist once more, taking a run for it. He deflected the mob, avoiding their torches and grabby hands at you. You withheld a scream as this was too terrifying for you. Leon led you away to a bridge in the distance. The bridge wobbled under your weight, yet Leon didn’t care. He let go of you, pausing to shoot as you continued to run. Huffing and puffing loud as the rain washed your tears away.

“Over here!” – you heard loud and clear. As if your prayers have been heard. A man was holding a door open, waving you in. You looked briefly at Leon to where he was. He was still shooting. You weren’t sure to trust him but being inside was perhaps better than staying out here. You fastened your run. Looking again you saw Leon was following you. He easily caught up with you, surpassing you. He entered first, waiting by the door. – “Hurry!” – he called out, urging you to get a move on.

You jumped inside as Leon closed the door behind him. Out of breath you held your hands on your knees. Leon approached you, resting a hand on your shoulder. He lifted his head, attitude changing. –“You!” – he said angered approaching Luis. – “Hey!” – Luis said backing away. – “Listen about earlier…” – he chuckled nervous. – “Yeah about that!” – Leon shouted back, cornering him. Leon pushed Luis against the wall with his fist on his chest. Luis’s arms up.

His gaze shifted to the side. – “Hey, I see you found your missing Senorita.” – he said flirty with a smile. You approached him. – “The senorita has a name!” – you bit back. – “The name’s Y/n and who the hell are you!” – you asked. – “Luis.” – he answered, lowering his hand to take yours. Leon pushed his firmer against the wall before he could bring your hand up to his lips. Luis chuckled in pain. – “Great we all have names!” – Leon answered bothered.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? ” – Leon asked. Luis chuckled. – “Those are all good questions, but you might want to check the windows.” – he said motioning with his head. Leon turned his head seeing the angry mob of villagers had found their way through the first gate. – “Y/n hide!” – Leon ordered. You looked around for anywhere to hide as there was nothing. Luis walked over to a fallen closet. – “Here help me with this.” – he asked Leon.

Leon made his way over, lifting the closet with him. You bend a bit through your knees, staring at a gap in the wall. You looked over to Leon who nodded. – “Okay…” – you said a bit uncertain, crawling into the space. – “It won’t take long.” – Leon said as Luis looked not so certain of that at him. You hummed loud as the last thing you saw was the closet being lowered, leaving you in complete darkness.

“Leon!” – you called out. Leon grunted as one of the los Illuminados grabbed a hold of him. He struggled to keep him at bay. You quickly looked around for any weapons. You saw a loose plank stick half out from the wooden platform you found yourself upon. You rushed over to it, grabbing the wood to wiggle it loose. – “Hold on.” – you said struggling a bit to get it out. Leon was fighting for dominance, punching his fist on the man’s shoulder to loosen his grip. The plank shot loose making you almost fall backwards out of balance. You came to a quick stop near the edge, having found your balance just in time.

Raising the plank you ran up to the man with it, giving him a good whack. The plank splintered after hitting the back of his head. You stared in shock at the broken plank in your hand. The man exhaled loud through his nose, turning his head to you. – “Y/n run!” – Leon shouted. You dropped the plank, backing away. The villager dropped Leon, turning his attention to you. – “Like hell you are!” – Leon spoke, lifting his chest up. He fired at the man’s legs wanting to slow him down.

You started to run over the wooden bridges boarded together by planks. Leon got up shooting more to keep him away from you. You screamed loud, jumping back when a plank broke underneath the weight of your foot. You watched as the plank pieces dropped to the ground, staring through the gap. Gasping loud you turned round seeing how close the man was.

Leon clenched his jaw jumping on his back. The villager started to sway his arms around trying to get Leon off. He wandered further as you had to move out way for them. The villager bumped against some barrels with Leon on his back. Leon grabbed his knife jamming it in his neck. He jumped off the villager, ducking and rolling to a stop.

The villager fell against the barrels again gurgling on his own blood. Leon pointed his gun at him, firing. – “Sh- “ – it was too late that Leon saw that the barrels were explosive. They exploded,  a ball of fire booming up in the middle. The impact made you fall backwards. Leon stumbled down, covering his eyes up. – “Y/n!” – he immediately shouted, getting up to his feet. The fire started to thin out giving him a view of the other side. – “I’m okay.” – you answered making him sigh out of relief.

Your eyes stared at the burning bridge, slowly breaking apart. Burning planks dropped to the ground, creating an even larger gap. Leon gestured at you, not even needing to say it. Moving a bit backwards, you took a leap to jump. You jumped Leon wrapping his arms around you as he caught you. Pressing your body close to his as he had to break his fall by holding on to the railing. – “You okay?” – he asked holding you by the chin.

You nodded staring back at him. Leon’s gaze went down to your lips making his part slightly. You subconsciously leaned forward, wanting it too. Leon pressed gently on your chin, parting your lips. He swiftly moved his head to the side, hearing more. He grunted pulling you up. Taking your hand you started running again. – “Are they ever going to give us some peace?” – you called out frustrated. Leon smirked at your comment.

“Y/n!” – he said only needing to point. You nodded letting go of his hand. You went behind some barrels, using all your strength to push them. They fell as you gave them another push to send them rolling. You backed away as Leon stood already ready with his gun. You went behind him, resting your hand on his back to let him know you were near. Leon fired hitting the barrels as they caught fire. It clashed against the villagers as they exploded.

Villagers screaming loud as their bodies burned or got torn to pieces. Leon took your hand again, running away. You saw a villager beside you, ducking down. Leon moved his arm over you, shooting her down. She tipped over the edge with a scream as you straightened your posture once more. Leon and you smiling briefly at each other. Your teamwork sure had improved over the course of time. Where at first you bickered a lot with sarcastic remarks, you were now almost desperate to have the other one near.

Unable to function if the other is not in a close proximity. You started running again making your way down. You came at the next section leaving it behind you. Wandering the woods with him. Leon caught you looking a bit saddened. – “Hey you okay Y/n?” – he asked. You shrugged your shoulder a bit, deflecting his question. Leon took you by the shoulder, putting you to a stop. – “Tell me.” – he practically begged.

You took a breath, looking away. The wind was ruffling through the trees. The moon up high, lighting the tips of a castle in the distance. – “I’m…I’m just wondering if this nightmare is ever going to end.” – you confessed. It had been event after event. Starting to feel like a never-ending story. – “It will!” – Leon made clear taking your hand. – “I’ll make sure of it.” – he tilted his head, wanting you to look back at him. So you did with a faint smile. – “I promise you I’ll get you out. When this is over you’ll be with your father and sister again.” – he said as you hummed jokingly.

Your sister. You hadn’t thought about her in a while. Ashley. You wondered what it would be if she was here instead of you. She’d probably scream her lungs out at every given opportunity. Leon rested his palm against your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin. It made you smile, unable to resist his charm. Standing still made you realize how tired you actually were. You almost collapsed as Leon caught you. Immediately worried for your state. He looked around, spotting a cabin or shed in the distance. – “We’ll rest there.” – he said helping you walk to it. He opened the door letting you sit down. You sighed exhausted.

Leon sat himself down as well, checking how many bullets he had left. He glanced to his side, seeing how you were close to falling asleep. – “You should catch some sleep.” – he suggested. – “What about you?” – you answered rubbing your eye. Leon chuckled. – “I’ll keep watch.” – he told you. You yawned crawling a bit closer to him. Leon moved his arm up so you could place your head on his lap. So you did looking up to him as he lowered his arm, hand resting on you. – “Go to sleep Y/n. I promise you nothing will get to you.” – he said. – “I know.” – you whispered back turning to your side, eyelids weighing heavily down.

Leon tapped you gently on your shoulder. You gasped loud, jumping awake. Looking at Leon you saw him bring his finger to his lips to keep you quiet. You nodded staying silent. You moved off his lap so he’d could get up. Gun in the ready. You knew the drill. Go in hiding and wait till Leon told you it was safe enough to come out. You hid behind some crates hearing rumor outside. Leon neared the window, suddenly started as the glass broke. An arm going through it as it clamped around his neck.

“Leon!” – you gasped out wanting to help him. – “No!” – he grunted so you’d stay put. He struggled to get the arm from around his neck as it was choking him. You jumped out of your skin hearing more glass break behind you. Los Illuminados creeping inside. You screamed backing away. They were swarming in, approaching you from each side. – “No!” – Leon called out going crazy. He started to punch the guy harder to let go. Two villagers grabbed you. – “Let me go!” – you called out, kicking your way out.

Leon broke free, flipping the guy over his shoulder to the ground. He fired a few shots in his head. – “I’m coming Y/n!” – he shouted firing again. You kicked and clawed your way out, but they were with too many, grabbing you. You got picked up, flung over a man’s shoulder. – “Leon!” – you cried out in a panic, slamming your fists against his back. Leon’s eyes widened shooting a way through. – “Y/n!” – Leon shouted back fighting his way over to you. He was raging, moving like a desperate mad man to reach you.

You screamed again as Leon suddenly got hit from behind. He dropped to his knees feeling lightheaded. – “Leon!” – you screamed wanting him to wake up. Leon wobbled wonky till another strike against his head send him down. Darkness falling before his eyes as your screams faded out. Leon shot awake and alert. – “Y/n!” – he called out, gun in ready. It took him a second to remember what had happened. How he got ambushed. He pressed his fist onto the ground in anger. – “I’ll make them pay!” – he said loudly.

“I’m coming for you Y/n!” – Leon got up ignoring the pounding in his head. He pushed the door open with his shoulder. His gaze went to the castle in the distance. Knowing for sure they’d keep you there. Leon clenched his jaw, checking his bullets one last time. He then made his way over to the castle. When he neared it, remained he low. Staying out of sight. – “Stay close Y/n.” – he whispered. It slipped out so naturally he even glanced over his shoulder. Once it hit him you weren’t there, he was overcome with sadness.

He had gotten so used to your presence now, he missed it even more now. Determination rising, he hurried his way inside the castle. – “Hang on Y/n.” – he mumbled to himself as he entered. Leon fought his way in. Killing Los Illuminadios after another. No foe too great stood in his way to reach you. He held one cloaked figure down with his foot. – “Where is she?” – he shouted pointing his gun down. – “Where is Y/n!” – he demanded to know.

The cloaked figure squirmed underneath his grip. Leon grunted loud, jamming his knife in his eye. He wasn’t waiting around for an answer. If he had to tear this place apart, brick by brick he would just to find you. – “Y/n where are you?” – he shouted kicking a cloaked figure over the balcony down. Firing again he went onwards. Nothing could stop him from reuniting with you. His mission, his task, his bullet to his gun. Running with the sound of war, he fought his way through the castle. No enemy able to hide or run from him.

Leon threw a grenade down the hall. It blew up, cloaked figures and stone wall flying around. Leon pressured on in search for you. He came near a door hearing voices come through it. – “Y/n!” – he shouted, kicking the door in. His eyes widened seeing you tied up on your knees. Blood smeared on your face in a symbolic way. – “Leon!” – you cried out in agony. Leon grunted. – “Let her go you sick bastards!” – he shouted.

The cloaked figures around you leaped at him. Leon started firing. One remained by your side, pulling your head back. It only fueled Leon’s anger more. Leon demolished the place and took his vengeance out on the cloaked figures. He ran up to the last one by you, kicking him back. Leon jumped on him, taking pleasure in carving his knife across his neck. The cloaked figure started to choke on his blood as Leon pressed the knife into the cut. Panting loud as he pushed the knife deeper into his throat.

He dropped his knife, clattering to the floor out of breath. – “Leon!” – you called out. Leon sucked in a breath, hurrying himself over to you. – “What have they done to you?” – he whispered wiping the blood off your face. You started crying at his return. – “I knew you’d come for me.” – you cried out. – “Always.” – Leon whispered grabbing you by the chin. He shut his eyes kissing your lips deeply.

You kissed him back, struggling against the ropes around your wrists as you wanted to hold him. Leon’s kiss was full of passion as you felt it burn through your lips. He grasped for air letting his forehead rest against yours. – “Don’t separate from me ever again.” – he said staring at your lips eager to kiss you again. He left a tender kiss on your lips. – “What about when this is over?” – you questioned. You hadn’t really thought about the after. What would happen then. Leon’s expression tensed. – “I’ll figure something out. I just can’t breath without you Y/n.” – he responded kissing you once more.

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[catchastarorten]

—License and registration, please.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader

Summary: Did you pass the speed limit? No. Did Jun-ho pull you over anyways to steal a few moments (and kisses) with you? Yes.

Content: fluff, shared kisses, a girl flirting with him but Jun-ho being very loyal, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.1k

The air was cool that afternoon, sunlight glinting off the windshields of passing cars. Traffic duty wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was steady, and after everything Jun-ho had endured chasing shadows and secrets, it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t mind the transfer. It gave him time to breathe. To be with you.

A motorcycle driving into sight caught his eyes, bringing him out of his thoughts. A man carrying a girl on the back, helmet-less.

Jun-ho approached the two as the motorcycle came to a stop, his partner—a younger, less experienced officer trailed after him.

“You’re not wearing a helmet. Your license, please.” he took out a small tablet as the man cursed, eyes full of impatience and annoyance.

“Isn’t this entrapment? Hiding to catch people is shady. You want to squeeze money out of broke citizens?” the man scoffed.

“Your license, please.” Jun-ho ignored him and extended a hand out, waiting.

The man handed over his license begrudgingly as the girl sitting behind him on the motorcycle hopped down, giving the man a reassuring pat as if saying, “I’ve got this,” before coming closer to Jun-ho.

“Look, can’t you just let us go? I’m wearing one.” she gestured to her own helmet, giving it a steady pat.

“No, ma’am.”

The girl frowned, but took a second look at him and her eyes sparkled, peering at him. “Hey, you’re really handsome!” her voice tuned into a higher pitch at her excitement, as if she found some treasure.

“I could charge you with obstruction.” Jun-ho said dryly, checking the information on the small tablet in his hand.

“You’re a tough cookie,” the girl smiled wider, taking out her phone. She snapped a few pictures, striking different poses as Jun-ho tried to avoid the camera, his head ducked low as he scanned over the information shown on the tablet. The man on the motorcycle narrowed his eyes at the sight.

As the ticket printed out from a machine strapped to Jun-ho’s vest, the girl patted his shoulder. “Come on, get in here!” she leaned closer, but he stepped away to maintain a good distance, before walking over to the man.

Jun-ho handed the ticket to the guy. “The fine for not wearing a helmet is 20,000 won. Pay it on time.”

The man snatched the ticket away as the girl continued fawning.

“What’s your number? Are you single?” she squealed.

Jun-ho blinked, momentarily taken aback, before he smirked softly and raised his hand, the band on his finger glinting in the sunlight. “Happily married,” he said simply, his voice warm.

The girl’s excitement evaporated, replaced by a pout. “Seriously? Who’s the lucky woman?”

Jun-ho didn’t answer, instead he walked back to the squad car.

The man drove off on his motorcycle, a bitterness clinging onto him. The girl was startled and chased after the guy, shouting and exclaiming and throwing her helmet at him but missing while trying to catch up, her loud curses disappearing into the distance along with the motorcycle.

Jun-ho watched the scene unfold with an amused smile, shaking his head before getting back into the squad car. His rookie partner shot him a bewildered look. “Does that happen to you a lot?”

“More than you’d think. Just ignore them,” Jun-ho replied, settling back into his seat, looking down at the band on his ring finger as his eyes softened, already missing you.

They were driving back toward their usual patrol route when Jun-ho caught sight of a familiar car in the distance. It was yours, the unmistakable silhouette of the vehicle and the way it handled the road bringing an instant smile to his face.

“Pulling over for a second,” he told his rookie partner.

“What? Why?”

Without explanation, Jun-ho sped up slightly, falling into step behind your car before flicking on the lights. You weren’t speeding—you rarely did—but you pulled your car to the side of the road obediently anyway, your indicator blinking calmly, putting the car in park.

Jun-ho stepped out of the patrol car, smoothing his uniform. His partner stayed inside, fiddling with the radio.

He walked up to your window, tapping lightly on the glass, then gestured for you to roll it down. When you turned to look at him, he saw the way your eyes flickered in recognition and affectionate annoyance. He could already feel his heart melting.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along as you pressed the button and lowered the window.

“Officer,” you said, your voice laced with playful suspicion. “What’s the problem?”

Jun-ho leaned against the frame, speaking in a serious way, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “License and registration, please.”

You scoffed. “I wasn’t speeding. You know I wasn’t speeding.”

“You were driving suspiciously… within the speed limit,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Very suspicious.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Am I really getting a ticket for obeying the law?”

“Yes,” he said, dipping his head closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “But you can pay in kisses.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in through the open window, his lips brushing yours in a tender, stolen kiss. It was soft, warm, and lingering—the kind of kiss that reminded you just how much he adored you. When he pulled back, he waited for just a moment before stealing another kiss. And then another.

“Jun-ho,” you mumbled, your voice half-scolding but mostly filled with affection.

“One more,” he murmured, his hand resting lightly on the edge of the window.

You gave in, letting him kiss you again.

“That’ll cover it,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement as he pulled back, his eyes lingering on yours.

Just as he straightened, the passenger door of the squad car opened, and his rookie partner stepped out, looking thoroughly confused. “Uh… everything okay?”

Jun-ho let out a sigh, his expression shifting back to something more professional, though you could still see the softness in his eyes when he glanced at you. “Everything’s fine,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute, go wait in the car.”

The officer hesitated but nodded, retreating back to the patrol car, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Jun-ho said, his voice softening as he looked at you.

You smiled warmly. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I’ll be there,” he promised. “Sharp.”

With one last lingering look, Jun-ho stepped back, letting you drive off. He stood there for a moment, watching your car disappear down the road, his heart full.

As he returned to the squad car, his rookie partner gave him a questioning look, but Jun-ho didn’t offer an explanation. Some things were just for him to cherish.

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

Netflix gave us the old man yaoi we never knew we needed.

[kitsune024]

 Halo & Mass Effect Fanfiction Crossover

Enduring the Flames of War by Masterdude21

A joint Asari-Turian operation salvaged a "package" from a derelict wreckage in the Terminus Systems, whereupon they release a force of war beyond their reckoning. Hoping to avoid another war, Commander Shepard recruits the "package" into her team. A simple act of kindness, unwittingly paving the way for a clash unlike the galaxy has ever seen. Fate directs the flames of war.

Chapters: 50/?

[demiec0re]

HOW SQUID GAME 2 MEN WOULD TREAT YOU!

pairings! : kang dae-ho (player 388) x fem! reader, park gyeong-seok (player 246) x fem! reader, lee myung-gi (player 333) x fem!reader, park min-su (player 125) x fem! reader and choi su-bong/ thanos (player 230) x fem! reader

warnings! : mentions of panic attacks, smut, dr*g usage, mentions of violence (fighting), a tinsy bit of angst. let me know if i forgot anything!!

will contain sfw and nsfw headcannons!!

1. KANG DAE-HO

sfw.

- this man would be the softest, cutest, most caring man when it comes to you!

- if you guys are in the games, you are his first priority and will always make sure your health is 100%. gives you his food if you’re still that finest but hungry after dinner and pretends he doesn’t want it so you don’t feel bad.

- insists you make friends with people so that you’re safe in here. drags you over to his new group who give you a warm welcome. they make sure you’re safe throughout every game which you’re extremely thankful for.

- after the riot, he comes back shaking and sweating. you can tell he’s having a panic attack due to the gunshots reminding him of his time in the marines. you’ve have experience with this so you instantly leave your conversation with hyun-ju and jun-hee.

- you comb your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down which works. you also rub his back and clear the sweat from his forehead whilst telling him it’s okay and you have him.

- it works and he’s calm.

nsfw.

- soft dom. wants you to feel as calm and comfortable as possible.

-deffo likes missionary and when you ride him so he can look at your face and wipe sweat from your forehead. he praises you like crazyyyyy and you would never hear anything degrading fall from his lips. ever.

-gives you little pecks on your neck which get more light and feather-y when leading down to your chest.

- when your legs get tired he can tell and flips you over to help you finish the job. makes sure you’ve came and you feel good before he does. just like he prioritises your safety in the games, he prioritises your enjoyment in the bedroom.

-he’s big with aftercare. wether you want a bath ran with rose petals and wine plus his company or just a wipe down and a massage you’ll get what you want because he loves you sosososo much.

-will make sure you’ve drifted off before he has. cuddles you from behind like a big bear!

2. PARK GYEON-SEOK

sfw.

- also prioritises your safety in the games. he’s gentle with you and you stick with him the whole time.

- he tells you about nayeon and his unfortunate position which you completely understand and you want to help him when the pair of you get out.

- will peck you before bed which the other guys think is soooo cute. he gets a little shy when they mention it. if anything occurs during the night, he’ll rush by your side and protect you at all costs.

- when the riot occurs you had preferred him not to go in case anything happened, only thinking of nayeon. when he’s not back for a while and eveyonr else is, you panic, big time.

- with tears escaping your eyes and several of the girls comforting you, a figure runs towards you. it’s none other than him! you’re super relived and you calm down when he convinces you that he’s completely fine.

- when you guys get out, you meet nayeon who’s absolutely adores you and gets all smiley when you’re around. she looks up to you as a motherly figure. when she’s better due to the money you both earned from the gruelling games, her hair grows back which you braid and style with clips everyday.

nswf.

- he fucks you slowly so you can feel every last drop of intimacy and love his man is pouring into your experience with him. also likes positions where he can admire your face.

- is vocal but not too vocal so you’ll hear a grunt and or a deep moan every now and again.

- another soft dom. doesn’t use toys or anything like that and likes it pure and simple. he’s a bit old fashioned so if you want anything like that he wouldn’t be too sure about it.

- eats you out with so much care and stops every few minutes to kiss your clit. this sends shivers down your spine. you grip his hair which spurs him on a little.

- makes sure you clean and happy after sex and sometimes falls asleep before you if he’s had a long day due to work or taking care of his daughter. you don’t mind bescuse you get to admire his beautiful face whilst he gets some rest.

3. LEE MYUNG-GI

sfw.

- makes sure you stick with him the whole time because he doesn’t want to have encounters with the wrong people like thanos who’s had his eye on you a couple times.

- gets into fights all the time, some of which revolve around you and his relationship with you. after he comes back with new bruises, you kiss them and urge him to stop getting into silly cat fights to which he rolls his eyes but agrees

- he has a soft spot for you and doesn’t really care about anyone else. always has an eye on you and during the mingle game you never. ever. leave his side.

- protects you and himself in fights during the night. will fight off anyone who even looks at you during them.

- during the riot, assures you all is okay and you’ll be fine. he was right. and when you guys get out, he takes care of you so well after you force him to pay off his debts to others which he didn’t really want to do.

nsfw.

- is more rough with you but still a soft dom. will degrade you from time to time with names like slut but nothing too heavy.

- will draw multiple orgasms from within you which leaves you seeing stars. he makes sure your always okay though.

- always comes in you and likes when you pull his hair or scratch his back while you’re getting off. he is much more vocal than the other guys and you guys’ moans combine to make a beautiful symphony.

- will wipe you down after sex but doesn’t do too much aftercare for you. he will run his fingers through your hair or massages you. makes sure you pee straight after because he read somewhere that you can get a UTI if you don’t which worries him.

-makes sure you fall asleep before him because he’s a gentleman.

4. PARK MIN-SU

sfw.

- is extremely sweet to you and loves you so much. initially didn’t want you to join the games with him but didn’t stop you.

- unfortunately he cannot protect you very well so most of the time during the night you’re the one fending for both of you but it’s okay because you love him.

- doesn’t speak up when thanos or any of his other leeches makes comments about you purely because he’s too timid to do anything. you stick up for yourself which he’s proud of you for.

- you comfort eachother during the riot

- when you guys get out you live a pretty peaceful and calm life which he enjoys and he pays for you guys’ meals out and pays for stuff he thinks you’d like which you find very sweet.

i didn’t write anything nsfw for min-su because i just can’t think of him doing anything like that 😭 sorry.

5. CHOI SU-BONG (thanos)

sfw.

- will call you names like señorita which you weren’t too fond of at first but the more he said it the more it grew on you.

-offers you his silly pills which you sternly reject. he doesn’t say anything more of them to you. you hate the fast that he takes them but you don’t want to nag him about it.

- during mingle, he physically kicks people away in order to secure a room for you guys which you think is wrong but you don’t say anything. after he notices you crying he quickly hugs you and tells you you’ll be fine which doesn’t really work but you stop crying anyway.

- drags you everywhere with him and makes you sit with his group who you don’t like at all besides se-mi who you grow fond of. when she changes her mind to X you knew it wouldn’t end well for her. you were correct.

- during night fights, you’re 100% safe because no- one would dare to do anything to you because they know what a nut job thanos is.

nswf.

- will fuck you rough and hard.

- also makes you come several times and might even make you squirt! doesn’t care where you guys are, sex is sex and he’s willing to get off if you are

- doesn’t really matter to him wether you come or not because all long as he has, eveything is good. pops a pill during it to increase him stamina which is already high enough.

- several rounds with him and you get overstimulated by the third one. he wants to go for a forth but you have to make it extremely clear that your body can’t handle it anymore.

- he likes doggy because then he can get nice and deep within your velvety walls. quite vocal and groans loudly, many even louder than you. degrading, toys and tears are alll his stimulants and will drive him on further.

- doesn’t have a clue about aftercare and will simply let out a loud and deep sigh after tying up the rubber and flop straight onto his back. he’s out like a light and is already sleeping deeply.

- your used to it so you just mirror his loud sigh and turn over and fall asleep aswell.

- hope you guys enjoyed this! if you want a version for the squid game girls (both s1 +2) lmk!!