#lee sa-ra

[kdim]

The Glory 더 글로리 (2023) | Episode 4

[vanilladollette]

Hey bae♡ can you write about the glory bully characters x quiet female reader?

I know you already did the other one but this one however it's more like female reader is quiet but except she's creepy, stares into your soul type

in this scenario: Park Yeon Jin was the one killed So Hee and thought no one would find out

But when creepy quiet female reader reunited with the bullies, she stares into Yeon Jin's soul and she eerily says "I know it was you who killed her" and left.

Leaving the bullies in stunned, especially leaving Yeon Jin scared

(No need to rush babygirl as always ♡ ̆̈)

Bury A Friend

Pairing: The Glory Bullies x Creepy Quiet Fem Reader

Summary: Yeon-jin’s guilt over a tragic accident she caused resurfaces when a mysterious, silent girl from her past confronts her at a high school reunion, exposing her dark secret and leaving her fearful of the consequences.

Word Count: 1.3k

Author's note: Okay sooo I feel reader isn't as creepy as I wanted her to be.

“Oh, I think I really messed up.” Yeon-jin’s voice trembled over the phone, barely above a whisper. Her hands shook as she gripped the cold edge of the abandoned building, her heart pounding like a drum. “We were being dumb, just messing around on the roof, and something caught on fire.”

Her gaze fell to the still body of So-hee sprawled on the hard, unforgiving floor. The girl’s clothes were charred and torn, smoke still rising faintly from the edges. Yeon-jin’s stomach churned, her throat tightening as she fought back a wave of panic. The weight of what had happened was too much. She didn’t know what to do.

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as her mother’s voice cut through the chaos on the other end of the line.

“There was this girl...” Yeon-jin’s words cracked as she glanced down at the piece of So-hee’s clothing, which was now smoldering. “She started screaming and freaking out and then she… fell. It’s true, I swear! She just—she just… fell.” Her voice broke, but she quickly stifled the sob that threatened to escape.

“We were alone! Just messing around. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” Yeon-jin could feel the panic rising in her chest, suffocating her. “Mom, what do I do now? Huh? Are you there?”

Her mother’s sharp voice sliced through the air, harsh and demanding. “Get a grip, Yeon-jin! First, get away from there. I’ll have Mr. Shin call you right away.”

She could feel the panic draining her strength as she mechanically followed her mother’s instructions. What else could she do? She wasn’t equipped for this, for the mess she had created.

“Stop crying and get it together! Did anyone see you? Any witnesses?”

Yeon-jin glanced around the rooftop, her eyes darting frantically. The space was eerily still. No one. No one was there.

“Uh, no. I don’t think so,” she said, her voice trembling.

“You better make sure! Look around you!”

“I did, Mom. There isn’t anyone here! There’s no witnesses!” she yelled, her voice breaking.

If only she had checked more thoroughly. If only she had been more aware. If only she had seen you standing just beyond the corner, your presence blending into the shadows. You, the girl who never spoke, who never quite fit in with the others. The girl who always watched.

Sunghan High School organized a reunion for its former students. Yeon-jin had been hesitant, not wanting to face anyone, but when she learned that the others were attending, she couldn’t resist. They had to keep up appearances, right? She couldn’t let them see her as weak or scared.

The gymnasium buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the occasional reunion hug. Yeon-jin entered with the same air of confidence she had cultivated, dressed in a sleek black dress that made her feel untouchable. She walked toward the table where the others were already gathered: Sa-ra, Hye-jeong, Jeo-joon, and Myeong-oh.

"Can you believe they set up a high school reunion?" Sa-ra asked, laughing as Yeon-jin approached. Yeon-jin laughed softly, setting her purse down on the table, but her mind was elsewhere.

An hour passed as the others joked and reminisced, but all the while, Yeon-jin couldn’t shake the sense that something was wrong. Her heart started to race when she noticed a quiet, familiar figure standing in the corner of the gym. A presence she couldn’t ignore.

You were there.

Standing alone, like a shadow. Your unnerving gaze locked onto her from across the room. Her breath hitched, and a wave of unease spread through her.

The others didn’t seem to notice the tension mounting in the air. Sa-ra kept talking, oblivious to the growing discomfort around Yeon-jin. But Yeon-jin knew. She recognized you instantly. It was you—the quiet, eerie girl from high school. The one everyone ignored, the one who kept to herself. The one who never said a word, but always watched.

The tension thickened as your gaze never wavered. Not once. It was like you were looking straight through her, like you knew something she had buried deep inside. Yeon-jin’s heart hammered in her chest, her throat tightening.

The conversation around her seemed to fade, replaced by the pounding rhythm of her pulse in her ears. You hadn’t moved. Your eyes never left her. It was like you were studying her, dissecting her every reaction. A shiver ran down Yeon-jin’s spine.

“I think that’s y/n,” Sa-ra said, laughing. The others glanced over, unsure of who you were, but Sa-ra’s voice broke the heavy silence. Yeon-jin wanted to look away but couldn’t.

Hye-jeong, Myeong-oh, and Jeo-joon joined in the conversation, all of them casually commenting on how “awkward” it was to see you back at the reunion. But Yeon-jin didn’t care. She was too busy trying to breathe, trying to ignore the creeping sensation that something was terribly wrong.

And then, it happened.

The gymnasium, once filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter, seemed to quiet as you began to move toward their table. Slowly, as though every step was deliberate, you closed the distance between yourself and the group. The air grew heavier, like a storm was building. Everyone watched you, confused and curious, but also unsure of what to expect.

When you reached their table, you stopped. You didn’t say a word. You simply stood there, your cold, intense gaze still fixed on Yeon-jin. The others fell silent, the tension palpable, as if the very atmosphere around you had changed.

Yeon-jin felt her pulse skyrocket, her breath shallow. She tried to move, to say something, anything, but she couldn’t find her voice. She could only watch as you stood, unmoving, staring at her like she was a mere insect beneath your gaze.

Finally, you spoke. Your voice was low and soft, but it carried the weight of something far darker.

"I know it was you who killed her."

The words were like ice-cold water splashing on her face. Yeon-jin’s world seemed to slow, her body frozen in place as your words echoed in the room.

It wasn’t an accusation. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of undeniable fact. And in that moment, it felt like the world had tilted on its axis.

Yeon-jin’s face went pale. Her stomach churned as fear seeped into every bone in her body. Her eyes flicked around the table, but the others were silent, unsure of what to say. Her pulse hammered in her ears, drowning out everything else.

"You..." Yeon-jin tried to speak, her voice a mere whisper. “You—”

But she couldn’t finish the sentence. Her words were swallowed by her fear.

And then, without another word, you turned and walked away, your presence still hanging in the air long after you had disappeared into the crowd.

Yeon-jin stood there, frozen, as her world shattered around her.

The others looked at each other in stunned silence, unsure of what just happened. None of them dared to speak. Sa-ra’s smile faltered, her previous laughter now a distant memory.

Yeon-jin couldn’t move. Her heart pounded in her chest, her skin cold as ice. You knew. You saw everything. The weight of your gaze still lingered, suffocating her with the knowledge that you were out there, watching, waiting for the right moment to expose her.

The reunion, once filled with warmth and nostalgia, now felt like a nightmare. And Yeon-jin couldn’t shake the feeling that you were out there, lurking in the shadows, ready to bring everything crashing down.

And with that thought, she knew: It wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

And there was nowhere she could hide.

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

A test of faith- Lee Sa-ra x reader

TW: mentions of homophobia/conversion therapy, coercion, mentions of illegal substances, generally a fucked up fic. MINORS DNI PLEASE

Serving God was not on top of your bingo card for this year. But through a long process you were here. Religion was a bit of a taboo in your family. Your grandparents were religious. Your parents, not so much. But the tables turned when they caught you sleeping with another woman. So, off to "curing" you, you were "sick". And the only place that could "help" you was the church. It took a few years, but you were "fixed". Bullshit. Conversion camp just made you a lot sneakier when it came to hooking up with girls. Sadly, it also made you miss a lot of high-school and college. So when you came out of there, you could not land a job. There was no way to explain the gap in your resume. Yeah, my parents sent me away for being too gay wasn't really a catch for employers. So you had to go back and work for the church. You could be a counselor for the camp. Fuck that. You weren't about to scare some poor teenagers straight. So the only other option was working for the church. Cleaning, organizing events, even working behind the counter and collecting the entrance fee, you'd do it all. Though unfortunately the only way you could get a job was by asking in person.

You were terrible at interviews. Generally you were a shy person and you had trouble speaking up. So when it was time to "sell yourself" to employers, you were screwed. You wiped your sweaty palms against your skirt. It wasn't going to be that hard. 30 minutes to 45, in and out, talking about redemption, devotion, just wanting to help out.

They called you in, but instead of a small room with a desk and chairs, they led you into a pretty bare room. Before you could question anything, the door behind you was slammed and locked. And on the other side of the room, you could see the same happening to someone else. Then that person stepped forward and holy shit, it was Lee Sa-ra. The famous abstract painter, who just happened to be the daughter of the church leaders. But what was she doing here? And why were you both alone in a room? Actually, you looked around and saw that there was a bulky man keeping guard at the door. Why would you escape? Just as you thought that, a voice carried over the speakers. It said your name, followed by ''I guess you are very confused, sister. You see, you came here for a job. And we admire that. But you must know that guide lost souls back to the righteous path. But have you earned redemption? Or are you still a sinner? Can you resist temptation? and then cut out. Another message began, this time for Sa-ra. ''Sa-ra, you need redemption too. Though your sin is different. You were always more like Lilith, rather than Eve. So, use that. Earn your forgiveness by condemning others. ''

Then it got quiet. You and Sa-ra looked at each other. ''So, they obviously want us to turn on each other. But I have no benefit to sabotage you. You wanna join the church and press people, giving them the fear of God? Be my fucking guest. Judging from what I heard, you've been through some messed up shit too. So if this is your calling, go ahead. I tell you what, even standing here in your presence made me holly. So, we're free to go.'' she said. Sa-ra stared straight at our guard. He just sighed, cleared his throat, and pulled a large bag of white powder from seemingly nowhere.

''Nice try. I can buy flour too, jackass.'' Sa-ra said.

The guard once again didn't say anything, just went over to you. He dragged you by the hair and forced you to sit as he grabbed his key. He spread the white powder over it and pressed your face near it. Still, you refused to inhale. He squeezed your throat until you gasped for breath and the white powder was in your nose. He did that a few more times and carried you back to Sa-ra.

''Watch her and then tell me if it's the real stuff'' he said. Sa-ra placed her hand on your pulse point and waited for some time. She could feel your heartbeat skyrocket, watching you shiver, and repeatedly bounce your leg up and down.

But what tipped her off was your nosebleed. ''Holy shit'' Sara said. ''You gave her actual coke. ''she continued in disbelief. She knew that her parents and overall the church would never be okay with this, yet here she was on holy grounds, taking care of you, a complete stranger. So that led her to believe that this was some very fucked up revenge plan or blackmail of some sort. Or was it a test of faith?

And here you were, on a job interview, being high as a kite. But the strangeness was far from over. Because the real fun was just now getting started. The voice over the speakers began again. But this time it was different. No longer cryptic and confusing. It was clear as a bell. ''Sa-ra, you want drugs. And the other one here wants a job. But only one of you can make it out of here with your wish intact. There's a certain sin that you have both committed. Timothy 1:10.''

Sa-ra stared at you for an explanation. ''We're both gay. It's one of the 6 mentions of homosexuality in the Bible. Those have been drilled into me since conversion camp.''

''So, we've both been with some women, big deal. But how does that tie in with what we have to do to get out of here?'' Sa-ra asked. Silently you wondered that too. How could you trick her to be more gay than you? How would that be measured? Your brain replayed the previous instructions to you. It had been urging her to tempt you, so did they mean seduce you. So maybe the first one to make a move would lose. Or win. It was a dangerous gamble, but you decided to try it. You leaned it and pressed your lips to Sa-ra's. And it felt good. To your surprise, she kissed back.

Maybe it was because you were under the influence. Maybe it was because she had been your celebrity crush for some time. But you could work with this. You let her deepen the kiss and even let out a soft moan. You were already getting a bit drunk on this. You hoped that this was enough. At this point, you didn't even care about losing the job. You just wanted to go home. You finally thought you were free, as you heard the voice over the speakers again. ''I see both little lambs are on the right track. But what is a mere kiss? Did Judas not kiss Jesus? We want more. And we want it now. So I'll put it plainly for you. Whoever makes the other cum wins.''

You were shocked. But then you looked around the room. The security guard was gone. And Sa-ra was stripping. She was like an angel, you thought. Then it dawned on you how fucked up this whole thing was. Why was she going along with this so easily? Were drugs so important to her that she was willing to sacrifice her dignity like this? But then you had heard the rumors. Her stunts in Paris, with reporters calling her a whore, who sleeps on the streets. Her many dating rumors. There was the scandal of her being a sugar mommy for this college girl while using the church money. You weren't one for gossip anyway.

''Throwing in the towel,'' she asked. Then she kissed you again. You knew that you would be screwed if you also didn't do anything. So you just went with it, hoping to do some damage as well. Both of you slowly went to the floor, kissing each other. There were bits where you almost wrestled. You knew if you took control of her, maybe you could win even though dominance wasn't always your thing. But apparently, you weren't the only one with that idea. And Sa-ra somehow had more experience than you. She easily pinned you down and started taking off your clothes. Your button-down was off. Your skirt was halfway down your legs. It would help if you hated this. You should use every muscle in your body to try to escape her. Or even better turn the tables and get a shot at winning this thing. But instead, you just pulled your panties to the side. Fuck it, you were losing, but at least you'd get a nut out of it. Sa-ra spread your legs and started rubbing your clit. ''You're already so wet. At least you're gonna make this easy for me,'' she said.

You noticed a camera in the corner of the room. Shit, was it even on. And was it broadcasting this online? You were completely exposed. So you decided you weren't going down without a fight, no pun intended. First, you leaned into Sa-ra's touch, making her think you were on her side. Then, you say ''Sara unnie, you know I feel so good. But I never come from fingers. They just make me feel full and satisfied, but it's never enough. Can you please lick me? ''

She probably questioned this, as she could feel how close you were, how your walls were drawing her fingers in, and how tightly your pussy was gripping her. But she said nothing, just obliged your request. Guess altruism wasn't dead. Either that or she was a really good dom top. And apparently, this wasn't the only thing she was good at. Lee Sa-ra could retire and eat pussy for a living. You were about to show her that you weren't lacking in that department either. Or should we say, eater? As she was getting more and more into it, she let down her guard more. And you decided to strike. While her face was still buried deep in your cunt, you buried yours in hers. Thank God for Sa-ra's love for dresses. You felt bad about ripping her designer clothes. But you were not walking out of this room without a fight. At least this way you wouldn't be a sore loser. You moved her underwear to the side and began eating her out. Shit, she was wet, possibly even wetter than you. Was this whole thing turning her on? You selfishly wished that this whole thing didn't happen and the two of you met in a normal way. If that were the case, mutual orgasms would be a given.

69 wasn't your favorite position. Or at least it hadn't been until now. Your bodies were pressed closely together, so with every move your tits were rubbing against Sa-ra's and hers against yours. Not only that, but every moan she let out was a vibration on your clit. Fuck, you could get used to this. You could feel yourself getting ready to cum, but Sa-ra was also close. So you kept your tongue on her clit and slipped a finger inside of her. And that was all she needed to finish. At the exact same second that you did.

At least this was over. There was no winner, no loser. Until you heard the voice on the speakers announce. ''Round 1, Draw. Please prepare for a tiebreaker.''

[marril96]

The Glory 1.05

[leche-flandom]

We're rewatching "The Glory" and

[archive-dew]

there aren't enough of y'all acknowledging that BOTH jae jun and myeong oh were sexual abusers....

[the-expired-tofu]

The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 2

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic || MINORS DNI [18+]

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :)

trigger warnings: lots of swearing, bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes.

pairing: reader x multi

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Y/N

Heaven never appeared to be on my side since I was born. My prayers were never answered. I dreaded waking up everyday when I was in highschool. You see, I never asked for any of this. I simply wished to lead a normal life. Is that too much to ask for?

My parents divorced when I was seven years old. My mother chose to marry a wealthy man and take my sister with her. While I were to stay with my alcoholic father. Even though I shared the same roof with him, I always felt lonely. He was always spending all of my money on more alcohol. Luckily he never abused me. I had to take care of him. Each and everyday became more difficult for me. Leaving with my mother would have been a very different experience. I'm curious of what made her change her mind. She always gave me the same reason for leaving me with my dad.

“Someone has to stay behind to look after him.” She did send us money from her husband’s account to cover up my father’s medication. That’s how we kept in contact with each other. The day she left us was the last time I saw her and my sister. My mother never bothered to make a call nor visit us, or even check on us. I figured she left us for her own good.

However, I was quite close to my sister. Even our parents' divorce couldn't properly separate us. We used to write letters to one another every day since I couldn’t afford a cell-phone for myself. I kept all her letters in a box till this day.

Living like this in Semyeong never really bothered me. Taking care of my dad all by myself was quite difficult if I say, but other than that, I was fine. Until one day, I was walking on the school grounds to get to the cafeteria, when I heard a horrifying  scream coming from the gym. There were quite many students casually walking near the place. How come nobody heard that?

Now that I even think about it, I realize I should have exercised caution while being curious. I decided to check out the issue. And that’s when everything started.

I was peeking through the door when I noticed a group of four students crowding near the stage. I could here some laughs when I noticed a girl with straight long hair coming out of the crowd. That’s when I saw her for the first time.

Moon Dong-Eun. Both her hands were tightly held by two more students, Son Myeong-Oh and Choi Hye-Jeong, while Lee Sa-Ra was holding Yeon-jin’s hair curling iron.

“Hey!”

I lost my balance and fell on my back. It was a guy holding a basketball and stood right over me.

“Oh come on do I look that bad?” He asked as he grabbed me by my hair.

“NO, NO, NO, PLEASE NO!! HELP!! ” I yelled for help and not one student wandering outside the gym came for my help.

“Yeah you’re fucking ugly Jae-joon, no wonder why she fell when she saw you.” That was Lee Sa-ra. She held a cigarette in her mouth while curling Yeon-jin’s hair.

He dragged me near the place where Moon Dong-Eun was lying. I noticed a burn on her right arm that resembled the shape of the curling iron. I had to get away from this place. I have to call the police.

I tried to free myself from his grasp but he dragged me back to the same place where Dong-Eun was. She was almost unconscious when I called out for her.

“Call her all you want. Neither can she help you, nor can anyone else.” Hye-Jeong let out a laugh when she dangled the keys in front of me.

“Oh look! Dong-eun has a friend now,” said Yeon-jin with a pout on her face.”Isn’t that adorable?” She said as she cupped my face with her hands.

“What’s your name?” she asked me while she looked down at my legs.

“She asked you a fucking question, you bitch,” asked Jae-joon who still held me by my hair with a painful grip.

“Well what does it say on her nametag?” said Yeon-jin as she opens the pin of the tag from my shirt. “Y/N. What a pretty name, and such pretty legs,” she took a few steps back to take a look at my legs again. “I wonder how my cigarettes would look on them.”

“Look, please, I swear I wont tell anybody, please let me go, I have to go back, I have to take care of my dad, he is not doing well. Please let me go” I started crying because I knew, I have no way out.

“Well the show hasn’t even started yet and you already want to go back?” said Yeon-Jin. She started backing away from me when she raised her thumb at me and then all of them started grabbing me at the edge of the stage. Myeong-oh and Hye-jeong grabbed me by my arms. I started panicking when I saw Sa-ra walking towards me with three burnt cigarettes together.

“NO PLEASE NO!!”

She shushed me with her finger on my lips. “This is high quality weed. Nobody can say no to these babies,” She said as she pointed the cigarettes towards me. She took a puff out of the three cigarettes together and grabbed me by my thighs. Before I even knew it, she pressed those together on my thighs.

My scream echoed on the walls of the gym. I tried flinging my legs in the air but she held them with a firm grip.

After she was done with my left leg, she went on to press them on my right one.

My screams became more and more distorted as I choked on my tears. My lungs, my throat, my legs, everything hurt.

“Oh my god, this bitch is fucking loud. Can someone shut her up?” said Yeon-jin.

“On it,” said Jae-joon. He threw the basketball away he was playing with a while ago and put his hand inside his pocket to take out a small bottle eye drops. He pressed a few drops on his eyes and put it back inside. I remember that it was that day he brutally beat up another guy who made fun of his colorblindness. His knuckles were still red from that guy’s blood.

“Imagine if she ever screamed my name,” said Jae-joon with a smirk on his face as he threw the ball away.

"Can you just shut the fuck up and shut her up?"

He grabbed my waist firmly and put his palm over my mouth tight shut.

Sa-ra continued pressing the cigarettes on my skin. My muffled screams died down eventually when I started feeling numb. This went on for quite long as I remember.

“Yeah that’ll do.”

Sa-ra removes the cigarettes from my thighs and lets go of my legs. I slid down the table and dropped to the floor. The stinging pain in my legs grew worser.

“She’s already out? Damn she’s weak as fuck,” Yeon-jin said as she nudged with her shoes on my thighs.

“Why did you do this to me? What harm did I ever do to you people?” I muttered.

“Because bitch if we didn’t, you would have told someone about us. Even though nobody even gives a shit about what we do. Nobody will ever believe you, and nobody will ever come to save your day” Yeon-jin said in a sing-song voice and the others laughed as she stood towered over me.

“What a whore,” said Myeong-oh. He kicked me at the back as I winced from the pain.

“Hey let’s go to the karaoke bar, it’s opened by now,” said Hye-jeong.

“Bye hoes,” Sa-ra waved as she walked away with others.

I laid there, barely conscious. My tears didn’t stop and my eyes were stinging. The world grew blurry around me. The burning pain, the bruises, the wounds, my head, the ringing in my ears, everything felt worse. I couldn’t even move. Before I knew anything else, I passed out on the gym floor.

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I wiped the steam off my mirror as I stood naked in front of it. Some of the burnt skin on my thighs grew pinkish red over the years.

        I wore some clothes on and started drying my hair. Min-hee is fast asleep in her room. I collected all the dishes from the table and put them in the sink. It’s 11.45 p.m. My sleep can wait.

        I turned my phone on and opened Facebook. I searched up Moon Dong-Eun. I found a profile under the same name but there weren’t any pictures. I wonder if it’s really hers.

        I was staring at her profile. Should I search them up as well? I mean, I have to if I want to change my mind.

        I searched up Yeon-jin’s profile first. She worked as a weather forecaster at a news channel and married the CEO of Jaepyeong Construction in Semyeong, Ha Do-yeong. She had a child named Ha Ye-sol, same age as Min-hee.

        Jeon Jae-joon is a wealthy heir to a country club and helped up scaling a clothing boutique named Siesta.

        Lee Sa-ra became an artist.

        Choi Hye-jeong works as a flight attendant.

        For Son Myeong-oh, I couldn’t gather much information about him except maybe he works for Jeon Jae-joon.

        This much was quite enough for me. I put my phone down on the table and rested my head on my arms. I kept staring at the ceiling. The yellow light from the street outside illuminated my room. I looked over at Min-hee, she’s fast asleep.

        I took my phone and went over to the common balcony. I opened up my call logs on my phone as I closed the door behind me to make sure Min-hee doesn’t wake up. At the top of my call logs displayed Moon Dong-eun’s name. I almost made the call  when I paused.

        Wait, no. Am I doing the right thing?

        I didn’t press on her name yet. Instead, I stretched back by holding on the railings and looked over at the city before me. Seoul looks beautiful especially at night. The city lights flickered like the stars in the sky. All the quietness up here and the distant hustle of the people and traffic made me calm.

I closed my eyes and let out my breath. I looked back at my phone and pressed her name. I pressed the phone against my ear. After a few rings at my end, ”Hello Moon Dong-Eun? It’s me,  Y/N.”

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[thegloryincorrectquotes]

Yeon Jin: One of you will betray me tonight. Sa Ra: Is it me?

Yeon Jin: No.

Hye Jeong: Is it me, Yeon Jin?

Yeon Jin: iS iT mE YEon jIN?

[kdramafeeds]

Ryu Eun Ho x Kang Sa Ra

07.17.2023

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like or reblog!

[pink-enby-in-distress]

idk who to ask specifically or how to put pictures in asks so,, if anyone can find matching headers for these 2 icons thatd be great pls:3 ty so so much i just love her n i cant find anything to match either of them w

[vanilladollette]

Beneath The Surface (Yandere The Glory x reader)

I decided to write a Yandere The Glory x reader. Just a heads up, I have never written an x reader story or a yandere x reader but I decided to give it a try. I hope that when I write this, I don't make the reader unrealistic as I would put it. Though I would appreciate feedback.

Link:

Wattpad

Quotev

[madwomansapologist]

a private after party | park yeon-jin

Navigation | More Park Yeon-Jin | AO3

synopsis: It was just a party for award that Lee Sa-ra received. It was huge one, full of important people. But what really mattered was how you and Yeon-jin celebrated when no one was watching.

warnings: red flags? yeah, i've noticed them. smut. rough sex. degradation. praising. thigh riding. choking. s&m. masturbation. alcohol consumption. smoking. cheating (i'm so sorry ha do-yeong you deserve so much better my king). gn!reader is also part of the asshole club.

You both could've say it was an accident. A mistake. That after hours of feasting on whatever Lee Sa-ra mixed in your glasses stopped you both from thinking straight. That it meant nothing.

But that's not true.

It wasn't a mistake. Every second spend with Yeon-jin can't be a mistake. It wasn't the first time, or the second, nor the third. It wasn't a accident. No stupid party or expensive alcohol was responsible for anything.

The fault is on you for getting away from your friends and search for a empty room in that Gallery. The fault is on you for calling Yeon-jin — by dialing her number, because touching her contact would be too easy. The fault is on her for telling Ha Do-yeong to go home earlier, that she just wants to make sure her friends get home safe. The fault is on her for climbing three flights of stairs without once thinking about turning back and heading home instead.

But when Yeon-jin locked the door, the fault was on you both.

"Red wine?" Sitting in one of the armchairs, you smirked. "Are we celebrating?"

"Sa-ra just got awarded," leaning against the door, Yeon-jin held the bottle with both hands. She took a sip, straight from the bottle, and walked over to you. "Of course we are."

You reached out, but Yeon-jin pushed the bottle away from you. She took another sip, looking deep into your eyes, before giving in. After drinking a bit, you put bottle on the corner table. "That's a pretty dress you're wearing."

Yeon-jin rolled her eyes. "I'd look better naked."

"I know you do," you smiled, and once again Yeon-jin got reminded on why she loves you so much. The way your eyes darken when you have fun, your lips curling up when you smile, all your beautiful hair. You have kind words and behaves nicely, but you're just like her. "Still, all I can think about is Monica Lewinski."

Yeon Jin slid his knee against his thigh, and then rested his hands on the armchair behind his body. Her knee came up, pressing against your panties, and the evil smile finally appeared on her face. "You're already drunk, aren't you?"

"You never cared about this before. Neither did I," you licked your lips. You tugged at the hem of your red dress. "You're perfect, but you look even better when you wear my clothes."

Yeon-jin bent down until their noses brushed. You moved forward instinctively, but she decided to explore your neck. You smelled like wine, and tasted like something sweeter.

"He didn't even noticed," Yeon-jin laughed against your skin. "And he thinks he's so smart. So above anyone else."

"I could fuck you in front of him and he still wouldn't understand a thing," you could almost sense her pussy throbing. Yeon-jin has a weak point for talking shit about her husband. "Maybe I should try next time he invites me to dinner with you both. Show him how you need to be treated."

Her eyes got darker. "And how's that?" You don't know how she does that, but she does. And often.

Your fingers tightened around her waist, forcing her to sit on your lap. You grabbed her chin, nails piercing the soft skin. Yeon-jin didn't even realize she rolled her hips against your thights. It was instinctive.

"Like a needy bitch."

Your hand went up to her neck, and you held it tightly. Her gasp vibrated up your arm. "Aren't you even going to pretend I'm wrong?" You squeezed her waist. "Won't you at least pretend not to be my little bitch?"

Yeon Jin shut you up with a kiss. She threw herself against you, her fingers pulling your hair in an attempt to bring you even closer to her, and melted against your body.

You forced her waist down, feeling how soaked the fabric of her panties already was. She leaned on your shoulders, sliding against you. Yeon-jin lifted her dress, exposing her black lingerie.

Yeon-jin has never been the type to ask for what she wants. She just takes it.

You squeezed her body, your fingers marking her ever so sensitive skin. Part of you wanted to really mark her. Sucking her neck, spanking her ass hard, scratching her back. You wanted to mark her as yours, expose to Ha Do-yeong how you managed to take from him the only thing that really mattered. How Yeon-jin was never his, always yours.

"You look so pretty underneath me," Yeon-jin moaned.

But you wouldn't do this to her.

Yeon-jin unzipped your pants, rubbing her fingers against you. With her touching you like that, looking at you like that, you couldn't help but feel complete.

But feel owned.

Yeon Jin drank more of the wine, and put the bottle in his mouth. Wine ran down your chin, dripped onto your clothes, but you didn't care. How could you?

You pulled her by her hair, bringing Yeon Jin's mouth to yours. You kissed her, making her drink the wine in your mouth, and moaned when Yeon-jin's hand became rougher. Less delicate. Just the way she knows you love it.

You're the only one that can make her head get empty. Bringing pleasure to Yeon-jin until that's all she is. A squirming little thing that only cares about having more of you. No one could replace you.

She's the only one that can make you desperate. That can turn you into something simple: into something needy. Someone that craves for her and only her. No one could make you forget her.

Open mouth, empty mind. Yeon-jin melting against your thigh, you breaking apart in her hand. Close eyes, full heart. No other drug can bring you both to ecstasy so easily.

"You're my favorite toy," Yeon-jin whimpered. A needy bitch. Your needy bitch. "My pretty, beautiful doll. You're the only one for me. You know that."

The mark of your nails on her throat were a proof of that. The stained dress on her body were a proof of that. The soaked pantie covering her used cunt were a proof of that. Yeon-jin calling your name at night, sleeping beside her husband, were a proof of that.

You took the bottle from her hand, taking a large sip. Darken eyes, curled up lips, your beautiful hair. Yeon-jin already knew what you would say, even before you opened your mouth. "I know that."

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[marril96]

The Glory 1.15

[creative-kny-fics]

Hi! I hope you can accept this request, Lee! Giyuu, Ler Urokodaki, a context would be that Giyuu visits his teacher but at night Urokodaki finds Giyuu sobbing in his room, for what he regrets, such as the death of his sister and his friends and also that he knows what some of The pillars thought badly of him (mostly Sanemi and Obanai at the beginning but then it changed but he didn't know that) and Urokodaki consoled him since I feel that Urokodaki is like Giyuu's grandfather or father and tried to cheer him up, with somewhat childish games with his points. more sensitive, (like playing "itsy witsy" on his ribs or "this little piggy" on his feet, Urokodaki is reserved but for his student he would do anything to see him better, I know that Giyuu was his favorite, along with Makomo )

Please and Thanks!

JJSHSKSHJSHDKSJS grandfather and grandson relationship 😔 I really like to think that Urokodaki was the one who cried his eyes out when he found out that Giyuu had survived, but that nevertheless, he will die at 25.

But in my AU, no one dies, I have my reason UnU

If you want to know what Giyuu says, it's saying "grandpa"

Ler: Sakonji Urokodaki

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

Nobody knew where Giyuu went during his days off, some thought that he didn't go anywhere, that he only stayed at his estate and waited for the days to pass before returning to action, others believed that he simply slept and did nothing more.

Not even Shinobu, the one closest to him, knew, every time she tried to visit him, she couldn't find anyone, the estate was completely empty, there weren't even any signs of Kanzaburo, where was he going?

'How is everything going? Today you have come before, you usually come every end of the month. Some reason?'

'I asked to change my days, just for this month. There's no reason', he said, before continuing to eat.

Mhm, every time Giyuu had his days off, he went to visit and stay at Urokodaki's house, it had become his routine after Giyuu left there and started living alone, it was good for him.

Although no one noticed, he returned a little more cheerful and confident, it was the best vacation he could have.

Urokodaki didn't have any problem with it, he loved Giyuu's company, but sometimes he felt that something was wrong with him, if there was no reason, then why did he decide to bring his vacation forward?

Something bad had happened, and he was going to find out.

'Giyuu, I'll prepare some tea and some onigiris, do you fancy some?'

'No thanks... I'm fine...', he knew it, something bad was happening.

Giyuu's voice and timbre were totally different, although there wasn't that much difference, if you were attentive enough like him, you would notice.

In reality, the food excuse was not real, it was just a test to rule out his theories. 'Everything is alright? Do you want to talk about...?'

'Everything is fine, it's not necessary. Thank you also for your offer, maybe I'll get hungry later and eat something. But for now I'm fine' 'It's okay, rest well...'

Urokodaki closed the door, but didn't leave, there was something strange here, he knew that spying was wrong, but Giyuu needed it, even if he didn't have the courage to say it.

A long time passed until a sound was present. He put his ear a little closer to the door, trying not to make a sound. If Giyuu noticed, he would repress that emotion again.

'Sa... Sabi... Sabito... Tsu... Tsuta-Tsutako... Nee-san...', so that was it.

Urokodaki slowly and silently opened the door, only to find Giyuu hugging himself, trying to find comfort as he cried and clenched his teeth in an effort to stop crying, thinking that he could wake up his sensei.

'Giyuu...' 'Huh...? Uro-Urokodaki - Sensei!', Giyuu turned around, quickly wiping away his tears, then shook his head and returned to his usual expression. 'You don't have to pretend, I heard and saw everything, is that why you came back?'

'I don't know what you're talking about...'

'Of course you know, I know you. I can even say that I have raised you as if you were my son. I know you well, besides, if you weren't doing "anything" why your futon pillow is wet and why are your eyes swollen?'

Giyuu didn't even bother to deny it, he just looked away closing his eyes, he couldn't do more after all.

Urokodaki took off his mask, approaching and kneeling, facing him, with his right hand, he grabbed Giyuu's chin and forced him to look at him. 'If there really is nothing wrong with you, look me in the face and tell me that's not the case.'

'There's nothing wrong with me, I'm fine...'

'Say it again.', Giyuu repeated it again, but the 3rd time, he stopped at "I'm fine."

He couldn't control it, the previous times he could do it because he really wasn't looking him in the eyes, he thought he was ready and he wasn't.

Giyuu hid into his shoulder, he didn't want to cry, it was enough trouble that he had made his sensei stay up so late just because he wanted to make sure he was okay, he wasn't going to give him another problem.

'Why do you keep holding back what you feel? Why do you harm yourself? Do you know that if Sabito were here, he would have given you a lesson a long time ago for putting yourself down?'

'If he were here, I wouldn't be like this... I wouldn't have to deal with my role as a hashira, because Sabito would be one. He deserves the title more than me...'

'Both you and him deserve that title, Sabito was strong and skilled for his age, yes. You may not have been one at the time, but you kept trying and now you are where you are, I'm sure that you and Sabito would have worked together to become the best water hashiras... ', Giyuu didn't believe it.

He didn't believe that Sabito would have acted like him, he probably would have been like Muichiro and only in a matter of months would have become a hashira.

He wasn't even half the level that Sabito would have been, that was what he believed, and it wasn't true.

'You don't believe anything I've told you, do you...?' 'No, you don't understand me... Sabito is and always will be better than me, if only I...'

'Time will not turn back, even if you had wanted to face that demon, Sabito would not have let you. He probably would have felt worse than you knowing that he couldn't protect something valuable to him from you. I want to understand you Giyuu, but you always close yourself off to me, help'

Giyuu wanted to say something, but probably the next thing that would come out of his mouth would once again be one more reason to scold him for feeling that way.

Urokodaki no longer knew what to do with Giyuu, he wanted to support him, but he wouldn't let him, he didn't know what he could do with him, he had tried to help him for so many years, failing.

'I think it would be best for you to go to sleep, this conversation exhausted me. See you in the morning.'

'No, we'll talk about this here and now, stop being stubborn Giyuu or else...', he stopped.

It wasn't the time, nor the place, much less the situation to do it, but he wanted to at least cheer up Giyuu for a little while, even if this wasn't the time.

Could that perhaps raise the possibility that Giyuu finally understands Urokodaki's intentions of wanting to help him so that he can take that enormous weight off his shoulders?

'Urokodaki-San? All good?' 'Yes... Then, you will foolishly remain in your current position?'

'I repeat that everything is fine, there is no need to continue chatting about this', perfect, it was all he needed to hear.

Giyuu sighed into another hug, he didn't hate physical contact, but if that hug lasted longer, he felt like he would cry and he couldn't help it.

Do you know what was good about Urokodaki wearing a mask? In that Giyuu would not know his reactions nor could he discover his intentions before.

'E-eh...?', he was startled when he felt a pair of fingers sliding down his neck.

*"Oh no, this has to be a fucking joke..."*, was what Giyuu thought before tensing his body and looking away while Urokodaki continued moving his fingers up and down.

'Is something wrong Giyuu?' 'N-no... Everything's fine... Ghk...'

He wasn't going to fool anyone, especially with that last sound he made when he clenched his teeth when those fingers that were caressing his neck slowly slid over his shoulders, simulating walk on tiptoe

'Co-come on, Urokodaki-San... This is childish... This...' 'If it is childish, then it won't affect you that much. I'm just trying to comfort...', good point.

Giyuu couldn't help it, but his cheeks turned red, he was right, if this tickling thing was childish then there wouldn't be any problem with him, he could control it, he had to control it.

'Ur-Urohokodahaki-Sahahan!! I'm nohohohot a chihihild anymohohore!!'

'Well, in my opinion you are. Maybe what you're having now is just a nightmare... So I guess I'll have to tickle the nightmares to get them away from you...' 'A-Ahahahare you seheheherihohohous?!', yes, he is very serious Giyuu.

Obviously, Urokodaki wasn't going to let Giyuu keep his sadness, even if Giyuu feigned annoyance, he knows it's not true, he knows him well enough. 'So Giyuu? Do you feel better?'

'Yehehehehehe!! I fehehel behetteheheher!! Plehahasehe!! Thihihis is so chihildihihish!!'

'But do you like it or am I wrong?'

Urokodaki laughed as Giyuu fell on his back while covering his red face and nodding. Do you see it?

Giyuu didn't hate this, he would never hate it, it was his way of de-stressing when he thought the rest wasn't worth it, although that last one was a secret, because everyone thought he liked them and that's it.

'Is that why you came back? Why did you want this wonderful moment? And don't try to lie, I know when you lie...' 'Okay, Okahahahay!! Yohohou gohohohot meee!! Stohohohop ahahaha tahalkihihing!! I-It's dohohoing wohohohorse!! Plehahasehe!!'

'Am I doing worse? How? You know well that I can be crueler than this, do you want that?'

If there was a chance to turn redder, Giyuu probably would have made it.

He wanted to agree, but he was embarrassed by the idea, although he didn't need to say anything, after all, a picture is worth a thousand words, right?

'So? Am I giving you what you wanted?' 'YEHEHEHES!! EHEHEHEHEHE!! OH MY GOHOHOHOSH!!'

'Hah, not even a "please stop"? Looks like I have a long night ahead of me...'

[wonyoungism]

˖ i thought it was love .

☆ it's my first time writing so idk how to feel about this bye

◜pairing ... lee sa-ra x reader

◜toxic relationship w lee sara - highschool ver.

— hurt . angst

｡ god, she was so beautiful. it was like she went straight out of a painting. oh, how her eyes looked so tired but still looked gorgeous as ever.

｡ you started dating at the time where you didn't know about the bullying, yet. —you regret how you just happened to cross the gymnasium while they were tormenting dongeun.

｡ you hated yourself for not doing anything about it. the worst is you even blamed dongeun for simply existing even when you knew it wasn't her fault. if she wasn't here at all, nothing would happen. your relationship with sa-ra will still be fine.

｡ you hated how you let her control every move you did. you hated her for making you miserable and dependent on her. you hated how you would always wait for her to finish whatever they were doing in the gym.

｡ everytime they were done with dongeun, they would just leave you there with her to clean up their messes. sa-ra wouldn't even bother to give you a second glance before joking and leaving with her friends, her laugh fading away.

｡ one time you just had enough. you missed the old her. so you finally had the courage to talk to her and told her you wanted to break up. "you? breaking up with me? huh, you're pathetic. after everything i have done for you. you can't just leave me!"

｡ of course she would use that excuse. every time you confronted her about how she was treating you, she couldn't care less. she'd always pretend to sincerely apologize and make it up to you by buying everything you needed. after all, she is very wealthy.

｡ after all that, you still stayed with her despite all her wrongdoings. you let her manipulate you. months passed as she left without a trace. sa-ra was gone. you tried stalking her socials for her whereabouts only to find her finally happy and settled somewhere else. she finally pursued her dream as a painter.

｡ you were a mess, you were sobbing non stop on the fact she could not even bid you farewell. every memory with her kept flashing inside your mind, how she made you feel so happy and loved before all those incidents, even the memory where she would make you take drugs and get high with her, it was euphoric.

｡oh you missed her scent, her smile, her eyes. you craved every single inch of her.

you just loved her too much.

˖ wonyoungism .