#in all seriousness tho.. fuck that fucking scumbag

[mikafever]

NYR was 8-2-1 prior to nov. 7th, and 5-8-0 since nov. 7th. u do the math. fuck trump

[whitefeathers]

do you have any noncon namgyu thoughts....

so many. maybe even too many. heres one tho. pure smut

tags: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. dark content, dead dove do not eat, use of the word r*pe, non con, humiliation, degradation, reader isn't from korea and doesn't know korean but no mention of the reader's race (only that she's 'foreign' and speaks english), fem!reader, nam-gyu fucks you in a club bathroom

Nam-gyu's cock slips out of you, only for it to ram back inside harder than before.

"Don't push me out, slut," his hand flexes tighter around your throat, and you choke, trying to breathe but failing. He smirks in your face, toothy and devastatingly handsome if not for him literally raping you. "Only gonna make it worse for yourself."

His other arm is hooked under your knee, keeping it in the air as he fucks you. He has you hoisted up against the grimy wall of the men's toilets in Club Pentagon, your bandage dress ripped to expose your tits and pushed up past your hips to give him access. You thought you looked cute in the dress, and now it's ruined. Nam-gyu thought you looked cute in the dress, too, but god, do you look better without it.

"Please, Nam-gyuuu, stoooop!" you wail, crying messily and struggling to breathe, glittery makeup running down your cheeks. Your voice is shaky from moans you can't keep in, his cock pounding them out with every rhythmic plap, plap, plap of his hips against yours. Nam-gyu is fully clothed other than his jeans and boxers pulled down to his mid-thigh. You're practically naked, tits bouncing with each thrust and panties danging from your ankle, and it makes your cheeks burn with humiliation.

He's fucking you so hard and so deep that it's impossible for it not to feel good, even if you're trying your best to get him off you, squirming in his hold and weakly trying to push him off. He's stronger than you and taller than you, insistent on having a pretty girl's cunt to wet his cock.

"Not gettin' out of it, sugar tits,"

Ew.

You can't fathom how you were attracted to this man just twenty minutes earlier, dancing with him under the strobe lights of the dance floor, letting him buy you drinks and sleazily grind against your ass. He'd whispered his name in your ear and you'd whispered yours, letting him charm you. On the dance floor, he'd said things to you in Korean that you couldn't understand, complimenting you in English while calling you a pretty little whore in Korean. You could only catch the word for pretty, recognising it from your traveller's handbook, so you melted into his arms, letting him press sloppy kisses to your throat and grab your hips.

By the time you'd realised that you were too drunk to be doing this with a stranger in a country where you barely knew the language (or anyone, for that matter), he'd dragged you off to the toilets and insisted on you paying him back for those free drinks. He didn't take no for an answer. Not the excuse that you needed to get back to your friends, the excuse that you were too drunk, the excuse that you didn't want this, not here.

Scumbag.

His hair falls down in front of his face as he looks down at where his cock disappears inside you, and he laughs, panting.

"Fuckin' tiny cunt," he slows down just to watch your hole stretch to take him, dripping wet and puffy. "Warm, tight, wet." He emphasises the last word with a harsh thrust, stuffing himself as deep as he'll go inside you before humping back into you with more vigor than before. You are wet, so, so wet. You can feel it in the way he glides in and out of you, effortless and slick, working your poor guts into mush with each pound.

His hand loosens around your throat, letting you gasp in air. You squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip trembling. You want this all to be over, guilt twitching in your stomach and sticky warmth twitching in your neglected clit. He's making you feel things no boy has before, and you know something is seriously wrong with you as you clench around him. Your pussy wouldn't be this wet if you didn't want it.

Nam-gyu's thrusts get sloppy and he pulls out, shoving you to the floor and furiously jerking his cock in his fist over you. His jaw is clenched and you look up at him through wet lashes with broken, wide eyes, and that's what makes him cum, shooting hot ropes of silky cum over your tits and your dress.

He groans, running his hand through his hair as his chest heaves, coming down from his orgasm.

"C-can I go?" you whisper as he tucks his softening cock back into his pants, still glistening with your slick. The sight makes another pang of guilt worm its way into your tummy. Part of you enjoyed this.

"Not yet. Lemme keep you for a little while. Pretty to look at."

You think he means for a few more minutes.

He doesn't.

[niningtori]

the way we were before | preview(s)

out now

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: you've been in love with beomgyu for as long as you've known him. deep down, you've always thought that he loved you, too; so when he tells you that he's engaged to another woman, you decide to break it all off after a nasty fight in which he shows you just how little you mean to him. a life-ending accident seems to put your feelings to rest for good. just when you think it's all over, however, you awaken to a time before everything fell apart; and you're determined not to repeat the same mistakes. it's just that beomgyu can't seem to let you go.

genre: ANGST (literally so much angst it's not even funny), romance, second chance!au, rebirth!au

warnings: mcd (and rebirth), depictions of death, suicidal thoughts

notes: below are snippets for you all to get an idea of what's to come. this work contains a lot of angst... and that's coming from ME. this might be too sad to the point of being corny but luckily i was born on the cob. don’t be mean to me tho i'm going thru it rn

"but you can't expect me to just owe you my feelings,” he snaps.

“that's not what this is about, and you know it.”

“seriously? that's exactly what this is about. you're the altruistic angel who does nothing wrong, and i'm just a fucking scumbag who takes advantage of you, right? well, i'm sorry, but it's not my fault that you're acting so goddamn crazy over something so stupid.” your eyes burn with an intensity so great, it feels like they're being seared out of your skull. in this moment, you realize that he will never, ever respect you enough to consider you worthy of being leveled with. he doesn't think you're even worth the time. you're his silly, lovesick best friend who's absolutely delusional to the point of being laughable for suggesting that he actually take you seriously, for once. and that revelation breaks you like nothing else.

you won’t do this anymore. you couldn’t even if you wanted to, and you don’t.

-

the collision is bone-shattering in the literal sense. you’d think you’d feel adrenaline alone in such a situation, but you can feel pain bursting out of every cell of your body as you feel yourself stilling after being thrown back and forth in your seat. every organ, every bone, feels like it’s just been crushed, and not for the first time today, you’re struggling to breathe.

as you feel yourself slipping out of consciousness, one immovable thought resounds in your head: i wish i never met him.

-

“don’t even bother finishing that sentence. you don't like me at all,” you sneer. “you just don’t like seeing me move on.” this makes him pause, and even you don’t have the heart to pretend like you can’t see the hurt in his eyes.

notes pt. 2: yeah...

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