#hot bitch ibs

[bubblegumbitch143]

Current status: bravely battling tummy aches

[gender-luster]

she diarr on my hea til i fuckin shit myself

[overkonsumption]

if the evil wizard (ibs) doesn’t stop cursing me (giving me stomachaches) i’m gonna start throwing up crying

[moriohpissky]

me: takes sip of iced coffee

my guts: world war 3

[queenimmadolla]

this might be a little gross, but if you’re imagining yourself in a long term relationship with this man, it’s realistic.

this one goes out to all my lactose, IBS, and chronic illness babes.

you never have to be concerned or embarrassed about your bowel movements around eddie. because he will make sure you know his are somehow vastly worse. especially if it’s something you’re insecure about.

man shits. you shit. everybody shits. it’s normal. and he’s a dude. if you live with a dude, you know how dudes are. all of em. doesn’t matter the aesthetic.

it may not make you feel like the hottest thing in the world, but this man thinks you’re hot and wants you comfortable around him, at all times.

✨domesticity✨, bitches.

[hoffmansgirl]

A LITTLE BIT SCANDALOUS ...

... BUT BABY, DON'T LET THEM SEE IT

♡  🏯  ᪤  𝓘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢  𔘓 !  #  𝗗𝗨𝒞𝗜𝗡𝓖. .. . 📁 ᯤ ა

★̶̲ ��� . .. . bratty!stepsister!reader

␥ ‎○˳ bratty!stepsis reader that caught nicholas' eye the second she walked in into his house. the pure hatred they had for each other is not something that went unnoticed by their parents. fighting about the most stupid and littlest things imaginable, the constant hatred and venom soon turning into something different — deeper. something that went beyond their control and beyond their parents' notice.

␥ ○˳ maybe it was the way she carried herself so effortlessly — maybe it was the unmissable similarity between her and nicholas' personalities. her playful remarks, his teasing replies, the not-so-innocent touches under the blanket, supported by nothing but the pure hate they had for each other. or at least that's what they thought, at first.

␥ ○˳ bratty!stepsis!reader that walks around the house with nothing but her — his — t-shirt on when nicholas' friends are over. the subtle swaying of her lips, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she hears one of her stepbrother's friends comment on how hot of a stepsister he has.

␥ ○˳ bratty!stepsis!reader that, for some unknown reason, always finds herself in her stepbrother's bed every single night. with his hand covering her mouth and his gravelly voice whispering not-so-sweet nothings into her ear while he pounds her into the mattress, she can't help but feel it's riiight where she belongs.

␥ ○˳ nicholas taming his lil bratty!stepsister!reader just for her to be a complete bitch the day after, and after... and after.

␥ ○˳ bratty!stepsister!reader that's the only one that can actually get nicholas to listen — if he's in the mood to do so. with his cock twitching in his pants and knees digging into the marble bathroom floor, mouth devouring her as if he's a man possessed, he can't help but surrender completely to the woman above him.

␥ ‎○˳ as much as he hates to admit it, he loves it — he sees it as a challenge. forbidden, but so tempting. annoying, but oh so good when he can finally bury himself to the hilt and let go, paint his little stepsister's walls white — claim her as his for no one but them to know.

␥ ○˳ bratty!stepsis!reader that belongs completely and totally to nicholas, and nicholas, that belongs to his little stepsister. no matter how many people recur in her and nicholas' beds every few days, somehow they always find themselves tangled in each other's sheets by the end of the night.

‣ ✮ . . now playing .ᐣ into you — ariana grande. temporary fix — one direction. stargirl interlude — the weeknd (feat. lana del rey). diet pepsi — addison rae. do i wanna know? — arctic monkeys. dirty little secret — nessa barrett. you right — doja cat & the weeknd. like i would — zayn. if walls could talk — 5 seconds of summer. buwyg,ib — ariana grande. no shame — 5 seconds of summer ++ more .ᐟ

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍. stepcest. cheating. perv!nicholas. rough name calling. manhandling. pain kink. somnophilia. dacryphilia. veery public sex. impact play. blood kink / blood. switch nicholas/switch reader. mutual pining. sneaking around. graphic smut descriptions (as per usual with my fics). › ⊂ will be updated ⊃ ╰ minors do not interact. ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯

⎯ ɞ requests for STEPBROTHER NICHOLAS X BRATTY!STEPSIS AU are open. please don't steal my ideas, concept or any part of this au. this is pure fiction, remember that before sending hate in my inbox.

for: @urlitttlevenicebitch @iamsebastiansstan i love you 🤍 @greengoblinswifey @blackynsupremacy @chavezwifeyy @nickchavezs @nicholaslut @darlingnikkisixxxx @niteskysx (please let me know if you'd want to be on this au's taglist) ♡

[jeon-ify]

on live - nakamoto yuta

pairing: yuta (nct) x female reader *

a/n: hello!! this is my first nct smut!! ofc its gonna be of my bias????? yuta is rlly hot in this one and hes super super dom and mean but recently ive been into cnc (its a trauma response or a coping mechanism mannn idk) and i had a dream about yuta last night so i think this would be THE ONE! this might be my most toe curling and nastiest and most graphic smut i’ve ever written and tbh i love it 😁

in which yuta fucks you and makes you touch yourself on camera for him to watch while he’s on tour.

warnings: swearing, dom!yuta x sub!reader, unprotected sex (yeee a big no no) mentions of tossing out birth control (ib @justaaveragereader ), yuta calls reader a bitch, slut, whore, cnc!play, sextape in the making, pussy slapping, titty slapping and sucking, face slapping, spit play, breeding kink, female anatomy, she/her reader, some?jaehyun? sex on live, if i missed anything lmkk

genre: smut, dark romance

mdni. 18+

enjoy nasties

“wait, why are you buying lingerie? isn’t yuta leaving in like 3 days?” your friend asks you as you both decided to shop around for a set of lingerie to prepare for a film that your boyfriend was oh so excited to make.

as you both walked through the last couple of aisles, you find a gorgeous black and pink set. you already knew yuta would go insane over it, already imagining the different positions and scenarios he’d play out for you.

lately, yuta’s been into cnc play. something that he was so unsure and insecure about; but when the topic came up, he brought it up to you. you were always open to trying new things with yuta, as long as you both knew where you stood, and that there was a line.

“girl come look, oh my god…” you hold up the piece for you friend to see, watching the way her eyes shift to the corset area.

“good luck walking normally for the next week. he’s gonna fuck your brains out!” she says, almost too loud for the crowd.

you pick out your size and check out to head home. you throw your bags in the car, finally getting a chance to text your man.

my yuta 🤍: hey baby, i’m on my way home. i’m gonna stop at target really fast

my yuta 🤍: are you home?

y/n: hi baby!!!!!!!!! i’m not home yet

y/n: i’m almost there tho

my yuta 🤍: okay gimme like 20 minutes bb

y/n: okay :3

you pull into your driveway, grabbing your things and rushing inside to hurry into your new set. you quickly showered and did your hair, spraying it to hold the wet hair look. you rubbed on body oil followed by a body shimmer, yuta’s favorite thing you do. you sprayed perfume on your ankles, wrists and neck, wherever yuta would be closest to you.

you also put on a touch of makeup, as yuta loved when you wore makeup, just so he can watch it run down your face when he fucks your throat.

after 20 minutes of getting yourself ready for your man, you unlock the front door, running up the stairs for yuta to see you waiting on your knees in the middle of the bed. you calmed your breathing, nervousness clouding your entire body when you hear the front door slowly open.

the front door was never unlocked unless something was going on— and this had yuta’s blood rushing, knowing you were home with the door open already for him.

“baby? i’m home, why’s the door unlocked?” he yells for you, getting no answer— expecting him to walk upstairs looking for you. you hear him putting some bags down, listening to the jingling of keys and shoes being thrown around.

“my love, i’m not playing this game.” he sighs. you hear him finally walking up the stairs, blood rushing to your ovaries and making your head spin in excitement. he opens your bedroom door, taking in the view before him. you’re on your knees in the middle of the silk covered king bed, with a pink maid lingerie set on, your wet hair almost coming down to your breasts, shifting with every deep breath you take.

you hurriedly finish setting up the camera on the chair across from bed, making sure your hair and outfit looks perfect— if you’re posting this on twitter, it has to be astounding.

you rush to get back into position, hearing yuta’s footsteps approaching. he nears the room, leaving the door completely open. his gaze darkens, curiosity at the scene before him is making his cock hard. he can only wonder what’ll happen next.

“fuckin’ hell. this what you were doing? look at you, pretty girl. is this new?” he walks up to you, reaching for the straps on your fabric, admiring the way your clean skin is perfectly suited by the set you’ve had on.

“all for you, baby. wanted it to be a surprise when you got home. i remember you mentioned you wanted to try cnc, so i got excited.” you breathily laugh. yuta’s fingers run up your neck and down to the valley of your breasts.

“yeah? good memory, baby. what do you say i rip this off you and pound your pretty cunt, hm?” his long hair bounces off his shoulders when he stands up and undresses himself. slides off his white top, his black trousers following suite.

he doesn’t notice the camera at first, but when he catches you looking at the phone on the chair every 20 seconds to make sure it hasn’t fell, his cock (impossibly) gets harder and harder.

“yuta, aren’t you tired from work?” you pretend to push him away from you, but yuta doesn’t budge. he leans over your smaller figure, planting a kiss on your forehead.

the smell of his car is what’s following his body, the new car scent making your head spin. the cologne he wears makes compliment to his aesthetic, edgy and mysterious— with notes of tobacco and ocean breeze. you catch a tiny bit of vanilla as he moves away from you. the mix of fragrances makes your mind fuzzy.

“never too tired to fuck you,” he continues demandingly, cupping your jaw to get a better view of your nervous look. his shoulders are tense and you notice the sweat beginning to form around his chest. “no, yuta. i don’t want to,”

“don’t fight me baby. you’re only making this worse for yourself,” his large hands press your back down onto the mattress, spreading your thighs to kiss around your heat. his teeth magically unbutton the body suit you struggled to clasp together. amazed, you moan out when you feel his teeth graze your cunt through your thin lace panties. he pushes your thighs apart as he kisses and licks you through the thin material.

letting go of your legs, he rips your panties off and licks a long stripe from the top to the bottom of your clit. he sucks at the sensitive area, whimpering and gasping at the taste of you.

your pussy clenches and convulses around his tongue while your thighs attempt to shut around his long haired head. his brown hair is damp with sweat, using his free hand to brush his hair back. he bites at your clit, making your legs twitch. “yuta, stop— please,” you whimper with watery eyes while your orgasm threatens to approach.

he only groans in response, sucking harder and flicking his tongue faster up and down your entire cunt. your orgasm approaches; you release all over the area where a beard would sit.

his stronger hands make impact with your pussy, your body jolting in response. “stop fucking moving. i’m gonna use you how i see fit, am i clear, y/n?”

“but i-“

“but i don’t care. don’t make me tie you down.”

his dark eyes lock into yours, making your heart jump in fear and excitement for what’s about to come. your legs force themselves open while yuta strokes himself slightly and lines his cock up with your soaked, sore cunt. in one thrust, he’s all the way in, giving yourself no time to adjust. he places his hand on your mouth to block out all sound from you. “yeah, keep that fuckin’ mouth shut. only thing you’re good for is this pussy.”

he lands another sharp slap on your cunt, making you cry out. your back arches upward and you could’ve swore you just saw your brain from how hard your eyes rolled back. “gonna toss out your birth control and fill you up every. fucking. day.” with every word, he pulls out completely, then thrusts harder back into you. your body shivers and your toes curl at the contact. with your back arched up, he takes the opportunity to remove his hand from your mouth and undo your entire set, stripping you completely naked.

after he’s satisfied with the scene before him, he slaps your right tit, then your left, then the right. the muscle turns red and you wince out in pain. he leans down to suck and lick at the area, earning a gasp from you.

“don’t cum in me, please!” you beg. you absolutely need him to breed you— it’s a staple in your’s and yuta’s sex life. it wasn’t sex if he didn’t full you up by the end of it.

“shut the fuck up. the last time i checked, sluts like you don’t care about getting pregnant, hm? they just sleep around and wait for someone to empty their cum into their loose pussies, yeah? that what you are?”

“n-no.” your eyebrows furrow in anger at the words he throws at you. the expression on your face doesn’t match the expression your pussy displays. you’re throbbing and swallowing him in, unknowingly cumming around him for the -nteenth time.

“yeah, you are. say it with me.” his tone softens as he talks you through the most vulgar words, waiting for you to say the words.

“i’ll call someone if you don’t let me go.”

“who are you gonna call, darling? the cops? i’ll make them watch.” he slaps the left side of your face, leaving a red handprint on your glossy skin.

“open your legs. don’t make me repeat myself,” you force your shaky legs open while yuta continues his assault on your sore pussy. the lewd moans he lets out makes your head fuzzy. “so fucking tight. even after i fucked you for hours,”

his thrusts slow, then they continue at a rough and fast pace. his fingers are hooked into the right side of your mouth like a dental clamp. your teeth are covered in your own arousal.

he repositions the both of you to where you’re both facing the camera. he cups your jaw, making you watch him fuck you through the camera. you connected your phone to the tv, so you’re both seen on the screen.

“say hi to your fans, bitch. we’re on live.”

somehow, yuta managed to switch to a livestream, the comments being flooded with a sweaty face emoji and thirsty comments. he pounds into you while you’re both whining and whimpering, holding your hair back to push you deeper onto his length.

“n-no, yuta, let me go!”

you’re cut off by a sharp slap on your ass. “one more chance. say hi.”

“h- fuck, i can’t!”

you watch the views go up dramatically, while yuta smiles manically.

12.7M VIEWS

3.7M COMMENTS

1.27M GIFTS

cznniehoe: man im tryna get my coochie stretched too

johnnysuh: no sharing?

jaehyun: hot

marklee: dude this is so hot

taeil: bro what let me get some

taeyong: BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW THATS THAT BOOTY MEAT

the views only increase, making your heart clench at nervousness.

“say hi to jaehyun for me.”

“i can’t—“ another slap to your right ass cheek, already forming a bruise. he pulls you off of him, watching yours and his cum drip down his cock and your thighs. “h-hi jaehyun,”

jaehyun: hello pretty girl

“there you go. wasn’t so hard was it?” yuta leans over to grab the camera and angle it at your face. it’s at selfie level as you stare at your own arousal on your face and the mascara on your cheeks. your lips are puffy and red with strands of hair on your face.

you look like yuta’s bitch.

[funstyle]

Hate that ppl made it annoying to be like "🥺 my stummy hurts 🥺 hot girls have ibs" Bitch sometimes my tummy actually hurts but i feel like i cant complain cus ill sound like your cutesy bumper sticker now

[puppypeter]

He also has stickers that say 'my ibs is chronic but this ass is iconic', 'IBS: irritable bitch syndrome' and 'my bowels are irritable (and so is my boyfriend)'

jamie is 100% a hot bitch with ibs

[koririmao]

afritada

cast| won nari (oc) wc|  cw| original characters synopsis| nari's LOOOORRRREEEE!!!! credits| @koririmao / @duckreiii on  W  app ib| idk i was bored

~~

nari took a swig of soju, the liquor burning its way down his throat like a vice tightening around his lungs. he was on the floor, his back pressed against the door, knees drawn close to his chest.  

the apartment was suffocatingly quiet. a silence so thick it clung to the air, making it harder to breathe. days like these had a way of creeping up on him—when the weight of the world felt unbearable, and his thoughts unraveled into another breakdown.  

his fingers trembled as he unfolded the crumpled photograph in his hand. the faces in the picture were blurred with age, their features distorted, but his father's smile remained unmistakable.  

that same gentle smile of a man who wouldn’t hurt a fly even if it landed in his soup. a man who once laughed while cooking, never raising his voice—never raising a hand. and yet, that kind man had been shackled to a woman who was a master of venomous words and cruel indifference.  

maybe the divorce had been a blessing. maybe her moving to the states had been the best thing that could’ve happened. at least then, his father no longer had to endure her constant bullshit.  

well. almost.  

the vibration of his phone against the wooden floor jolted him from his thoughts. he frowned, glancing at the caller id. his stomach twisted, dread curling around his ribs.  

rolling his eyes, he forced himself to answer.  

"mom?"  

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! I’VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR TWO HOURS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT?!"  

her voice ripped through the speaker like glass shattering against concrete, sharp enough to make him wince.  

nari swallowed back the exhaustion threatening to seep into his tone. another fight—right after he had just finished grieving their fractured excuse of a family. he didn’t have the energy for this.  

"i-i was… studying" he lied, his voice hoarse.  

"you better be!" she snapped. "i’m not sending money—WHICH, MIGHT I REMIND YOU, IS NOT EVEN FROM YOUR DAMN FATHER—just for you to waste it in korea!"  

as if what she sent even covered a fraction of what he needed.  

medical school was bleeding him dry. tuition alone was backbreaking, not to mention the cost of textbooks, lab materials, rent, utilities, food. being 27 and struggling to stay afloat in mokpo—one of the economically challenged cities in south korea—felt like drowning with no shore in sight.  

his grip tightened around his phone, nails digging into his palm. "if you’re done nagging, can you just hang up? i have things to do."  

"oh? you’re talking back to me now?" she spat, voice dripping with condescension. "fine. i’ll hang up. but let me tell you something, you little bitch—no matter what you do, no matter how much you twist and turn the damn earth—YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY DAUGHTER. won nari, you—"  

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!"  

his voice tore from his throat like a wound ripped open.  

the room trembled with silence. his own breath came in uneven gasps, the burn of alcohol now nothing compared to the fire clawing at his chest. his fingers dug into his scalp as he fought to steady himself, but the words still rang in his ears.  

'always my daughter'

no matter how far he ran, no matter how much he tried to sever the strings tying him to the past—his mother would never let him exist as an independent individual.

silence.

then, the sharp click of the call ending. a long, drawn-out beep filled the empty space in the room.

with a curse, nari hurled the phone across the room. it crashed against the wall, the screen shattering into jagged cracks, but he barely spared it a glance. his frustration burned too hot. 

he grabbed the soju bottle, tipping back the last bitter drop before launching it after the phone. it smashed against the floor, shards scattering like the pieces of his life he couldn't glue back together.

if only there was a way out. a way to take the money and start fresh.

sure, he could lie—say he was using it for med school while really spending it on something else. 

but then what? how would he cover rent with his greedy landlord breathing down his neck? 

what about groceries, the bare minimum to keep himself afloat? 

the electricity bill? the water?

the essentials that his mother, in all her so-called generosity, never considered when she threw money at him like it could buy his obedience?

and then there was the nanny.

not the warm, doting kind who baked cookies or picked up after him. no, this one was a spy—his mother’s eyes and ears, planted right next door like a parasite. a woman paid to watch his every move, to report back with every misstep, every deviation from the future his mother had carved out for him.

bribing her? sure. it had crossed his mind more than once. but where the hell would he get the money for that? from the allowance his mother gave him? the same money he needed to survive? the irony of it all made him laugh bitterly.

and even if he wanted to earn his own, no hospital or clinic would take him. his grades were trash, a stain on his record, and no one cared that he was actually good at practical work. they wanted numbers, proof on paper—not someone who could actually handle real, human bodies with precision and skill.

bottom of the class meant bottom of the barrel.

nari leaned back, rubbing his temples, breathing through the simmering rage that sat heavy in his chest.

he needed a plan. fast.

~~~~

as nari sat on the bench by the train station, he pulled out a cigarette and flicked his lighter. the flame danced for a second before settling into a steady glow. 

it was only 10:15 PM, yet the usual flood of workers and students had vanished, leaving the platform eerily deserted. he exhaled a slow stream of smoke, shrugging off the uneasy quiet. 

being alone wasn’t new to him. hell, he preferred it that way. 

until now.

a man in a suit, crisp and unbothered by the late hour, took a seat across from him, resting a hefty briefcase on his lap. nari barely spared him a glance, but something about the stranger’s presence made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. he kept his eyes forward, pretending not to notice.

then, in his peripheral vision—eye contact.

great. just great. if i didn’t look so fucking feminine, maybe creeps like him wouldn’t pull stunts like this.

“excuse me, ma’am, but would you like to play a game?” the man’s voice was smooth, almost rehearsed. with a flick of his wrist, two ddakji squares appeared between his fingers—one red, one blue.

nari’s eye twitched. “first of all,” he growled, “it’s sir. get it right.”

the man only smiled. amused.

“and next—what the actual fuck? a grown-ass man in a business suit playing ddakji at 10:00 PM in mokpo’s TRAIN STATION? you lost a bet or something?” his voice dripped with sarcasm, but something about the stranger’s unbothered demeanor set off alarm bells in his head.

the man chuckled, clearly unfazed. “won nari. a child of a broken family. father vanished, mother remarried in the states, started fresh. she sends you money, but let’s be real—it's barely enough to scrape by. certainly not enough to fund the tuition for her dream of you becoming a doctor, is it?”

nari’s stomach dropped.

how the fuck does he know that?

he kept his expression neutral, but his grip on the cigarette tightened. the man continued, flipping one of the ddakji tiles between his fingers.

“it’s people like you, nari, that i offer help to.” he tilted his head slightly, studying him. “independent, resourceful, far more capable than your grades would suggest. you’re skilled—maybe even more than some professionals. yet you’re shackled by someone else’s expectations.” his voice was casual, like they were discussing the weather.

the briefcase snapped open, revealing stacks of crisp 50,000-won bills. the sight of that much money all at once sent a rush of heat through nari’s chest.

the man smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“every time you win, you get fifty thousand won. but every time i win, you owe me fifty thousand.” he extended his hand. “deal?” nari scoffed, rolling his eyes. “hey, genius stalker, if you know so much about me, you’d know I don’t have fifty-fucking-thousand won.”

the man’s smirk didn’t falter. “alright then. how about this—you get fifty thousand every time you win, but every time i win, i get to slap you.” nari looked up sharply, studying his expression. he didn’t seem violent. the guy was all slick smiles and smooth talk, nothing that screamed dangerous.

a few slaps? he could take that. and with that much cash on the line? easy choice— or so he thought.

the next thing nari knew, he had missed the last train of the night, his cheek burning red from repeated smacks. his fingers trembled slightly as he counted his winnings—three hundred thousand won.

the man in the suit bowed slightly, tucking away the remaining ddakji pieces. “i’m impressed, nari. you’ve got skill. do you think you could handle other traditional korean games?”

he reached into his pocket and handed over a business card. nari barely glanced at it before scoffing. “what kind of shitty business card only has a number and some—” his voice trailed off as he took a proper look.

a circle. a triangle. a square.

he frowned, glancing up—only to find the man gone.

vanished.

a chill ran down his spine.

what in the goddamn fuck just happened?

~~~

nari’s pov

as i flipped through the keys on my key ring, searching for the one that unlocked my apartment door, the faint sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway behind me. i glanced up to see the nanny approaching, a large pot cradled in her arms.

"ay, hijo, you’re finally home." her voice was warm, familiar. "i made my special afritada—hope you’re hungry. if you want me to heat it up first, just let me know, okay?" she handed me the pot with a gentle smile.

i couldn't bring myself to hate this old lady. not when she was just another one of my mother’s victims. based on her kind demeanor, there was no way she willingly took on the role of a personal watchdog for a 27-year-old korean boy. she was just doing what she was told.

i forced a small smile and twisted the key into the lock, pushing the door open with a soft creak. as I took the pot from her, i muttered, "se-lah-mutt puh" my sorry excuse for tagalog pronunciation making her chuckle.

"it’s ‘salamat po,’ hijo" she corrected with a laugh. "but you’re welcome. if you need anything, just knock on my door, ha?"

my face warmed with embarrassment. i nodded. "of course. thanks again."

stepping inside, i nudged the door shut behind me and carried the pot to the kitchen, setting it down on the counter.

i sat at the table, spooning steaming afritada onto my plate, pairing it with the cold, soggy microwave rice i had leftover from earlier. my eyes drifted to the small, plain business card in my hand.

was this really the answer to my financial struggles?

it sounded ridiculous—playing children's games for money. but if i played enough, i could finally escape this crummy apartment. hell, I could move out of the city. maybe even the country.

but not before taking care of the nanny next door. she’d looked after me when no one else did, and she deserved better than being my mother’s eyes and ears. if i earned enough, maybe i could convince her to stop listening to my mother’s orders for good.

i sighed, setting down my spoon.

yeah. a few more slaps wouldn’t kill me.

reaching for my phone, i hesitated for only a second before dialing the number on the card. the line rang. 

once. twice. a third time. 

just as doubt started creeping in, there was a click.

a voice—muffled, almost robotic—spoke on the other end.

"hello. do you wish to participate in the games?"

i swallowed hard, clearing my throat. "y-yeah. i do."

"to verify your participation, please state your name and age."

odd way to verify someone, but whatever.

"won nari. twenty-seven."

a brief pause. then, the voice responded.

"very well. we will send you the location of where to wait. please look forward to the games we have prepared. good evening."

click.

the line went dead.

i stared at my phone, my heartbeat steady but heavy in my chest.

well. no turning back now.

~~~

as nari sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the address now glowing on his phone screen, an unsettling feeling crawled up his spine.

déjà vu.

he frowned. 

had he seen this location before? maybe in passing? or was it a dream?

the nagging sensation gripped him as he glanced around his dimly lit apartment. the afritada pot still sat on the stove, steam faintly curling from its surface. his untouched glass of water reflected the flickering fluorescent light overhead. 

it was all so... familiar. too familiar.

he tapped his fingers against his knee, trying to shake the unease, but the memory—if it even was a memory—was slippery. he could almost picture himself standing at that very location, feeling the cold air press against his skin, hearing the distant hum of a train, sensing the weight of anticipation thick in his chest.

was it possible he had already played these games before?

his heart picked up speed at the thought. no, that didn’t make sense. if he had, wouldn’t he remember? 

wouldn’t there be some trace of it in his life? 

a scar, a missing day, a debt paid off?

still, something felt off.

with a deep breath, he tapped the address into his map app, watching the route unfold. the location wasn’t too far—a warehouse near the docks. 

secluded. isolated. the perfect place for something secretive.

his fingers hovered over the screen. he should hesitate. he should think about this more. but instead, he grabbed his coat, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and reached for the door handle.

but before he could open the door, his eyes flickered to the nunchucks resting on the counter—disguised as a delicate purple kanzashi adorned with lily designs. a gift from his mother. perhaps the only good thing he had ever received from her.

without a second thought, he reached for it, running his fingers over the smooth surface before securing it in his hair like any ordinary kanzashi. a hidden weapon, concealed in plain sight.

as he stepped into the hallway, he caught sight of the nanny’s door just as it clicked shut. 

had she been watching him?

another chill ran through him, but he shook it off. It didn’t matter. Not now.

déjà vu or not, he was going.

and whatever awaited him there—he had a feeling it had been waiting for him, too.

~~~

"thanks again, sir."  

nari stepped out of the taxi, waiting for it to drive off before heading deeper into the night. he walked cautiously, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was following him. after what felt like an eternity, he finally arrived at the warehouse.  

great. so... uh… what now?  

was he supposed to just stand here? because this definitely wasn’t where that salesman had come from. that guy had been decked out in a crisp suit, carrying an expensive-looking briefcase stacked with cash. there was no way he worked in a rundown place like this.  

lost in thought, nari almost didn’t notice the black van pulling up in front of him. he figured it was just some random driver, maybe someone stopping to ask if he was lost.  

but when the window rolled down, it revealed a masked man—a featureless circle stamped onto his face, clad in a pink jumpsuit.  

the van door slid open. the man inside nodded toward nari, a silent invitation.  

his gut twisted. everything about this screamed suspicious. but then again… it wasn’t like he had a choice anymore.

no turning back now.  

taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.  

the moment he did, the door slammed shut behind him. he glanced around the dimly lit interior, his stomach tightening.  

are these people asleep? or… unconscious? 

a sinking feeling crept up his spine. wait. no. this was a terrible idea.

before he could react, a hissing sound filled the van. thin, colorless fumes seeped from the air vents.  

oh, great. this is how i die, huh? kidnapped and sold for my organs?not exactly the kind of story that would land me in the history books. maybe a headline on the news, if i'm lucky.  

his thoughts spiraled as his vision blurred. his limbs grew heavy.  

the last thing he saw was darkness.  

then—nothing.

-end-

[sowritten]

THINGS I'VE SAID DURING STREAMS, PART 2

feel free to adjust pronouns and such as needed! games played during these lines are: resident evil 4 remake, project zomboid, life is strange: true colors, vampyr, dead by daylight, baldur's gate 3, alan wake 2, content warning, control, stardew valley and ai: the somnium files.

I feel like I need to be making out with the button.

Ooh, trash can. There's always something good in the trash.

There's no sex happening, unless you count me getting fucked by the choices that I make.

I find being a lesbian funny sometimes.

I do this fun thing where I can't read.

Oh, to open a body bag and find a handsome Spanish man.

More women need to just go apeshit.

Yeah, I'm already down bad for them.

If my wife wanted to kill me and drink my blood, I would let her.

If you're gonna bullshit, know your bullshit. Signed, an expert bullshitter.

STOP LOOKING AT MY ASS!

Oh, [NAME], you are so sexy.

I wasn't a [name] sandwich, I was a whole [name] thanksgiving dinner.

I need you to do me a favor: go die.

She's been sucked dry.

Oh, you're gay too, nice!

I wanna build bombs.

NO, YOU GET YOUR CRUSTY, DUSTY, MUSTY ASS BACK HERE!

I guess I'm sexy people.

I got a big, juicy ass.

I'm a lesbian, I invented home improvement.

'The cult is watching right now.'? Great, eat my ass.

I'm getting strong 'your mother sucks cocks in hell' vibes right now.

Did you see that thing? It tried to eat my ass.

A bad bitch never dies.

I love women who are mean to me.

I did not shit myself today... miraculously.

I knew the crabs would come back to haunt me.

You suffer from a memory disorder? Bitch, me too, it's called depression.

Hot girls have tummy issues, it's a well documented fact.

Rock out with your Wok out.

I'm an expert in perversion, don't ask me how, don't ask me why.

I have no rhythm, I am very much a white person.

Yeah, I got IBS: I be shittin'.

[bubblegumbitch143]

Why have the stars aligned just to make us suffer

[underworld-park-offical]

CRAIG: Anyways, Spiriiiiit what's your name?

TOLKIEN: …. No

TOLKIEN: Fuck you mean NO??? 

KENNY: Wow Clyde, nice, you scared off the ghost.

KYLE: Probably because he shat himself everywhere

CLYDE: SHUT UP YOU KNOW I HAVE IBS

TOLKIEN: Yeah, he has IBS leave him alone

TOLKIEN: At least he washes his hands

KYLE: …… sure buddy, sure.

TOLKIEN: Whatever…. He may be a walking shitsack, but he's MY walking shitsack

CLYDE: STOPPPP I'M GONNA CRYYYY

KENNY: By the way, Ghost says cuz

STAN: Like… as in just cuz or cousin?

KENNY: “just cuz” you dumbass

CRAIG: I was about to say, Sweet Home Alabama

CRAIG: Tell me you are from Colorado without telling me you're from Colorado

TOLKIEN: Can I strangle him? Can I strangle him, please?

CRAIG: Fine but do you want to strangle me or double it and give it to the next person?

TOLKIEN: I swear to god Craig

CRAIG: lmao hey spirit or demon or something, if you do something funny I'll post it to every social media I have and it’ll get like,

CRAIG: millions of views

CRAIG: Please I will give creds in the description

CLYDE: NOOOO PLEASE I WILL SHIT MYSELF AGAIN

KYLE: You said that like, Fifty Times already.

CLYDE:WAHGYHFIKYJDIYFOUGUUJULUJGBLUWATERMELONUGKYHFMKYFILMTYFLTDLUFY

CRAIG: LMAO not you saying watermelon

CRAIG: Omg it's like that one TikTok sound

CRAIG: Watermelon sugar high…. watermelon sugar hi…. watermelon sugar hiii..

TOLKIEN: Kill him. Kill him right now ghost

CRAIG: You can't kill me, oim ‘arry stoyles…

KENNY: Guys shhhh

KENNY: The door opened

KENNY: Wait wait wait how did it open???

STAN: IT'S THE FUCKING FBI WERE GONNA DIE IT'S THE FEDS

KYLE: ….No…. I think that's just the wind….you dumbass

STAN: WIND INDOORS??? BULLSHIT!!! THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BELIEVE 

KENNY: Unless the wind came from Clyde haha

CLYDE: OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE SO MEAN!!!!

CRAIG: Hold on let me take a pic of this

JIMMY: R-r-r-read the r-r-room, Craig

CRAIG: The room can wait, I need to do a status update

CRAIG: Omg that rhymed

CRAIG: Guys I'm literally Eminem

JIMMY: Th-th-this is n-n-n-not the t-t-t-time to b-b-be on the g-g-gram, we-we-were ab-b-b-bout to d-die

CRAIG: At least I'm slaying rn

CRAIG: You hoes is ugly

TOLKIEN: Gayest shit I’ve ever heard

CRAIG: Don’t talk to me when I get 1 million

CRAIG: ...

CRAIG: Ew this photos fugly

CRAIG: I'm deleting this shit omfg

CRAIG: It's not giving

KYLE: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

KYLE: WAIT YOU DUMB DUNKIN DONUTS LOVING HOT CHEETO CRUNCHING FAKE NAIL CLICKING BASIC ASS BITCH

CRAIG: OMFG GOD NOT YOU INTERRUPTING ME DELETING A PIC

CRAIG: WTF DO YOU WANT??

KYLE: See that glitchy shit on your phone?

CRAIG: Yeah, that's why I'm deleting this fugly asf photo

CRAIG: It's the stupidity for me.

KYLE: That's probably the ghost

KYLE: Haven’t you seen like

KYLE: ANY movies?

CRAIG: Only like

CRAIG: Whats popular

CRAIG: Like Kissing Booth and Tall Girl

KYLE: ….You know what?

KYLE: I'm out

KYLE: I can't handle being around your two cent Charli D'amelio ass anymore

KYLE: You guys can get haunted without me

KYLE: I’m officially, OUT

(EDITS MADE BY @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan

[lifblogs]

I can’t wait till this test is over and I can go home. The room is too hot, I have to share a bathroom with another patient, I don’t get privacy to throw away my incontinence pad, I am literally too anxious to use the bathroom because thanks to my BFF IBS I can sometimes be in there for half an hour and I need monitoring and help carrying the wires, I’ll admit I’m a baby and am not a fan of the twice daily shot, the bed is uncomfortable for safety precautions, they accidentally drugged me this morning by doing my meds incorrectly, I can’t leave the bed unless it’s for the bathroom, I’m honestly disgusting and need a shower, the “host” (the woman who brings the food and helps us order) is a bitch and acted like I’m a drama queen for wanting to eat without the risk of fucking death… and I want my baby boy.

[cannedbeefaroni]

All you do is be bisexual eat hot chip and like green bitches

Actually!!!! ☝️🤓Erm, I’m sensitive to spicy food. Triggers my IBS

[tokkionline]

only hot bitches have ibs