#mount choi;

[halloween-neko96]

If I have a nickel for every favorite ship of mine that includes the MC and his dead best friend(s) who had already died before canon even began yet keep haunting the narrative, I would have 3 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened thrice.

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

IM SCREAMING. LMAO

[nothingisnothingness]

List of characters I need to draw soon (that I don't draw alot)

Emlyn white

Sung hyunjae

Mizi

Punisher Yoo Joonghyuk

Amon

Han Yoojin

Alberu Crossman

Choi han

Chung myung

Lloyd Frontera

Hikaru and yoshiki

Zhou mingrui

Shen yuan

Jiang cheng

Kaito Kuroba

Will be edited to add more and remove once I've drawn the character

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Choi Minhee. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Kang Hye Won - Cantora, atriz e ex-Iz*One. ✦ Data de nascimento: 02/03/1999. ✦ Idade: 26 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreana. ✦ Qualidades: Cuidadosa, boa memória e atenciosa. ✦ Defeitos: Comunicação, quieta e direta. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Proprietária da Sugary Nymph. ✦ Bluesky: @MO99MH ✦ Preferência de plot: CRACK, FLUFFY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Embora seja pouco sociável faz um esforço genuíno para ser amigável e acolhedora. Raramente reclama, e realmente aprecia quando puxam conversa, mesmo que na maior parte das vezes ela não consiga mantê-la.

Biografia:

Nascida com uma colher de ouro na boca, Minhee nunca teve quaisquer preocupaç��es financeiras, desde que veio ao mundo toda e qualquer possibilidade comprável lhe foi dada, e, muitas vezes até as que o dinheiro não compra, mas que um status de riqueza de gerações e influência a concedia sem ao menos sentir a mínima ideia do que era não poder ter, mas bem, infelizmente para ela carisma e tato social não se era comprável, ou você tem, ou apanha até ter, e no caso dela dado a sua criação e jeito naturalmente introvertido, é…. bem, se o carisma de uma porta estiver em alta talvez ela seja algo interessante sim.

Apesar do enorme peso do nome que lhe foi dado ao nascer, Minhee sempre sentiu que não possuía nada, e que tudo que tinha não era realmente seu. Sendo a mais nova de quatro irmãos nunca foi esperado nada dela além do básico, e esse básico podia ser resumido em duas palavras: Perfeição e discrição. E assim ela foi criada com a mentalidade e habilidades dignas de uma princesa de contos de fadas, mas com o brilho de um figurante mal sombreando e pessimamente animado de alguma estúdio indie de animação fundo de quintal criado por duas crianças super nerds. O mundo não é justo, não é mesmo? Ler muito a fez ter uma mentalidade afiada e aguçada, mas isso foi compensado em sua desajeitada fala, e capacidade de comunicação de um alga marinha ressecada.

Minhee dançava balé como um anjo, tocava piano como beethoven, cozinhava como a branca de neve, e cantava como um rouxinol, e sua beleza, ah… sim, ela era como um quadro vivo pintado por um maníaco por padrões de beleza, mas isso era tudo que ela era em resumo para os outros, e era assim que ela se pegou sentindo e se vendo um dia. Veja bem, vinte e seis anos sem nenhum amigo em toda sua vida, nenhum namoro, nenhuma emoção, usando de seus hobbies para fugir e não reagir a vida, e pior, enrolando horrores para assumir a bendita loja que lhe foi dada de presente quando mencionou vagamente a tristeza de não ter um proposito para sua mãe. De repente algo estalou em sua mente, sabe aquela clássica chavinha que vira em um momento de crise existencial? Era isso! Ela decidiu que iria reagir, iria assumir sua loja e trabalhar em sua comunicação, e então pela primeira vez ela quis não aceitar ser sombra de sua família, e talvez, só talvez, dar um pouquinho de trabalho?! Ela queria ser vista e querida, e no fundo ansiava para conseguir se sentir parte de algo, se sentir digna de sair dos bastidores.

"De algum lugar eu tenho que começar!" ela disse para si mesma no espelho se sentindo uma protagonista lunática de filme de baixo orçamento com um leve teor duvidoso. Um novo começo em um novo lugar, um ambiente que corresponderia ao luxo pelo qual ela já tanto estava acostumada mas que fosse mais moderno e significativamente longe da enorme e elegantemente antiga mansão familiar em que cresceu e achou que nunca deixaria de residir, mas no fundo ela sabia que jamais cresceria como pessoa se mantendo tão próxima de seu seio familiar.

Mount Olympus foi de cara uma de suas primeiras opções, era longe mas não tanto, era confortável e agradável para seus padrões, logo, em sua visão era o local perfeito para sua primeira vez morando sozinha! E assim ela começou a aparecer na sua própria loja - as vezes -, e dar bom dia para quase todos que via, e nossa, nos dias bons ela conseguia dizer mais de duas frases para alguém, que começo, que avanço!

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[x--sinner--x]

I love the concept of coincidental rape. Like just imagine being neighbours, but we found each other on a dating app. We talk and flirt for days, and eventually we reach the point of exchanging selfies and other spicy pictures.

And then one day I noticed something. In one of the pics you sent me, I could see my own house in the reflection. You took one right by your window and that's how I realized it.

With this newfound information I had to act upon it. I eagerly knock on your door, and you don't disappoint as you answer the door quickly.

"Hey, we haven't really met but I am your neighbour," I introduce myself, "and this is my house behind me. Can I come in? I would like to get acquainted."

I didn't know such a bombshell was talking to me on a dating app while being my neighbour.

"Yeah, sure. Please come in." The funny part is, as I am walking into the hallway of your house, you are texting me on the dating app. "Sorry daddy, but I have a visitor. I'll talk to you later. 💋💋"

And my phone pings with the notification you just sent me. While I know the cause behind the ping, you have no idea as it's just a normal notification in your eyes.

"Thanks for letting me in. You have a gorgeous house." I pause for a moment to take in the view and proceed to talk again. "And here you go. I wanted to bring you a gift to introduce myself."

"Thank you for the compliment... and for the gift as well. What is it?" You ask curiously.

"It's a pretty rare vintage wine bottle. My dad had a wine cellar and was an avid wine collector. When I moved here, I brought some of his collections with me, and I thought you would enjoy it. Wanna drink with me?"

"Aw that's lovely. And yeah sure, we could have a drink." But little did you know, I had put in a little substance to knock you out in a matter of seconds.

We both make our way to your living room, where sofas are arranged around a small glass table with some glasses. You use a bottle opener and pour some for both of us. We take seats opposite each other and I take my glass of wine and bring it up to my mouth, but I don't drink it. I waited patiently until you took the first sip and it wasn't long before that happened.

"Do you live here alone? Seems pretty big for you." I ask you a simple question, just to break the ice until you fall unconscious.

"Well, this is my friend's house actually. She has moved abroad with her family, and I was searching for a house and she rented it to me a year back." You take another pause to take a few quick sips and then continue. "Damn, this wine really tastes good. Great choi---- huh.. what's happe--"

The wine glass shatters on the ground as you pass out on your side of the sofa. I placed my glass back on the table as I had accomplished what I was hoping for.

I carry your passed out body to your bedroom and place you down gently on the bed. I whip out my phone and take some pictures of you - for keepsake purposes.

I slowly proceed to take off your clothes and look at you in all of your glory. You look much more pretty than the pictures you keep sending me in a teasing way. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I come on top of you and mount my cock next to your entrance and start thrusting it inside you.

Your pussy feels so tight even as you are passed out. Your breasts flop up and down with each thrust and when I look up at you, you look just like a dainty little flower. People might always look at your cute and demure side of you, but what I'm seeing now is a whole another side of you.

Your glowing skin puts infectious thoughts into my brain, forcing me to act upon them. I give into my desires, violating your supple skin and leaving marks as I go. I smell the perfume on your hair and it only makes me all the more feral. Your breasts are so milky that my hands sink in with every squeeze.

I take your breasts into my mouth and suck on it like a baby and it feels so good. I was picking up the pace with which my cock was moving inside your pussy. I grab onto your hips as I thrust harder, reaching further parts of your pussy with subsequent thrusts.

I think I overestimated my own resistance to cum, because it didn't take me too long, combusting all that pent up cum straight up her womb. I pull my cock out and see some of it dripping out onto the sheets - and it made me only want to continue. I pushed my cock back in her hole - in every hole in fact, taking turns - until I unloaded my cum several times in each one of them - and watching my cum drip out of every hole was very satisfying to see.

I took some more photos of you in that state, and sent you those pictures in the dating app.

"No worries baby. Here are some souvenirs of our first encounter with each other. Thanks for the return present. It was really lovely. Hope you liked all of my presents.

- Your visitor. 💋💋💋"

[lov3lycosmos]

⋆ torrid ⋆

Genre: smut

Pairings: Choi San x Fem!Reader

Warnings: bathroom quickie, groping (someone said that should be a warning...), some dirty talk, some cursing, rubbing over panties, reader orgasm. (I was to lazy to make it full in smut so BE TEASED 🫵)

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The night was buzzing with energy. Laughter, music, and the clink of glasses filled the air as you stood near the edge of the dance floor, feeling the heat of the crowded party. The lights were dim, casting an almost intimate atmosphere over the room. You had been talking to friends, enjoying the moment, but your attention kept drifting back to one person: San.

His eyes had been on you all night, and you had noticed the way his gaze lingered on your lips, the way he smiled every time your hands brushed. It was subtle at first, just a few playful glances here and there, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized he was waiting for something—waiting for the right moment.

That moment arrived when you saw him slip away from the group, glancing back to make sure you were following. Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t need to be told twice.

You excused yourself, weaving through the crowd, your breath quickening as you caught up with him. He was already halfway to the bathroom, his pace quickening when he noticed you behind him. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Finally," he muttered under his breath, holding the door open for you, his eyes darkening with anticipation.

As soon as you stepped into the bathroom, the door clicked shut behind you. San’s hands were on you in an instant, pressing you against the cold tile wall. He didn’t waste time—his lips were on yours, urgent and hungry, as though he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

You let out a soft gasp as his hands roamed, gripping your hips, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, each thump echoing the mounting tension between you two. He wasn’t taking things slow, not tonight. It was all about the thrill, the need to feel each other, to finally break the distance that had been teasing you both all night.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you all night?” he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against your skin. “Every time you looked at me, I could feel it. You want this just as much as I do, don’t you?”

You nodded, the heat of the moment clouding your mind. “I—yes,” you whispered, unable to form a full sentence with his lips trailing along your jawline, his hands working their way under your shirt.

San grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Good,” he muttered before pulling away just enough to look at you. His eyes raked over your body, and you could see the hunger in them. He wasted no time as his hand slid down, finding its way to the waistband of your pants, teasing at the edge before slipping inside.

You gasped as he touched you, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that made your body react instantly. The room seemed to shrink around you, the party outside suddenly a distant noise as everything became about San’s touch, his lips, and the heat building between you two.

He was quick but controlled, his movements sharp, making sure every second counted. His fingers worked expertly, making you shiver as they teased and touched in all the right places. You wanted more, needed more, and by the way he was breathing heavily, you could tell he was just as desperate.

“You’re so beautiful,” San muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. “So fucking perfect.” His other hand slid up, brushing against your chest, teasing your sensitive skin as he watched your reactions closely, his smirk growing wider.

You could hardly concentrate as his lips found yours again, hot and needy. The pressure of his fingers increased, making you gasp, the sound of your breath mingling with the distant noise of the party. You were both caught up in each other, the stolen moments heightening everything. You wanted him now—needed him.

His hand slid lower, and before you could even register the movement, his fingers were there, pressing into your bundle of nervs over your panties. You couldn’t help but moan softly, your fingers gripping his shoulders for balance. The noises of the party seemed like they were a world away. All that mattered was this, here, now, in the quiet bathroom with the faint smell of soap and the feeling of San’s fingers giving you just what you wanted.

“Fuck,” San muttered under his breath as he increased his pace, pushing you further against the wall. You could feel his restraint slipping as he focused on making you come undone, his lips trailing down your neck, his fingers moving faster now.

“San—” You moaned, your body betraying you, reacting to every touch, every second of pleasure he was giving you.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his lips parted, his chest heaving. “Let go for me, m'wanna feel that pretty pussy soak these panties cmon...” he said, his voice hushed but commanding.

With a final flick of his wrist, you were sent over the edge, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. San grinned, his hands slowing as you came down from the high, still holding you close, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck as he felt your slick coat the fabric.

You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath, your body still reeling from the quick, intense release. San pulled you close, his fingers brushing your hair back, offering a gentle, satisfied smile.

“That was... worth the wait,” he said quietly, his voice softening as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You smiled, still caught in the whirlwind of everything that had just happened. “Definitely.”

San chuckled, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. “Next time, we won’t wait this long,” he whispered before stepping back, adjusting himself and offering you a wink. “But for now, we should get back before people start wondering where we went.”

You nodded, a breathless laugh escaping your lips as you tried to compose yourself, the tension and heat from just moments ago still buzzing through your veins.

This was definitely not the end of it tonight.

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[creamecafe]

I haven’t seen many fics about player 333 yet (Myunggi) 😔 Could you do maybe an enemies to lover type story with him!!!

Wicked Game | Myung-Gi Pt. 1

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're stuck in the squid games fighting for your life. It also doesn't help that you are stuck with a wanna be rich scammer fraud.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Myung-Gi x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: enemies to lovers, hurt

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy this! Also the reader is an ex of Myung-Gi before the games. Please understand I don't HATE Kim Jun-hee, I just thought it would fit more for enemies to lovers. I also believe I may put this into two parts as the 3rd season is yet to come

If you would like to be tagged for the next part, let me know in the comments down below and I'll add you to the list!!

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Joining the squid games could possibly be the last thing any person with common sense and a reason to live would consider doing. Unless they either had none.

That's what it looked like for you. The games you had to do to win 45.6 billion won had you either questioning if it's still worth it to still keep going or just to end it all on this island.

Out of all the people in these games, there's one face that you despised seeing and wondered how he's still alive after what he did, Myung-Gi.

He's your ex boyfriend. Being with him was great at first, but once he was invested in the crypto coin thing business, it felt like you're being cheated on. It also didn't help that he had an affair behind your back with a girl named Kim Jun-hee who turned up pregnant.

You didn't hate Kim Jun-hee, as you felt bad for her that your ex abandoned her and their baby, but the whole thing hurted you.

There's nothing more you wanted to get out of here with enough money to move to another place and start off fresh.

When you first woke up in the dormitory with all the other players, you wondered where this possibly could go. You looked around to see so many unfamiliar faces.

Then a man in a pinkish red suit all the way across the room wuth a black covered mas with a white triangle comes out from double doors and starts explaining why majority are here. Because of their debts.

They showed different videos of people playing Ddakji and getting slapped in the face. There was one face you recognized, your ex. It wouldn't be surprising that he was in debt for trying to chase after the crypt coin thing.

It looks like you're not the only one who hated him, many people who fell for the crypto coin were also mad at him. A purple-haired guy stood out from the rest, as he was a rapper you heard from others who were apparently fans. You had no interest in him or your ex but were wondering what the whole ordeal of winning money is.

You had to sign a waiver for the games, and you were soon directed to take pictures. It was rough enough. Then you would have to climb stairs that seemed like you were going to Mount Everest. You saw your ex from the right side across. You also didn't want to risk being seen.

Finally, you reached the first game after what seemed like an eternity. There was a huge robot doll and the whole layout was supposed to imitate a school playground with its blue sky and sand ground.

"Hey there pretty" You turn around and see the purple haired guy who was talking to your ex

"Who are you?" You exclaimed looking him up and down not in the mood to be hit on.

"I'm Choi Seung-hyun, Thanos for my music. You might of heard my raps before?"

"If I did, I probably would want to be deaf right now. Including not hearing this conversation."

He pretended to be hurt and put a hand over his heart.

"Ouch girl. Cold aren't you?"

You rolled your eyes. He sees another girl walks by and also tries talking to her. Poor girl, you thought.

"Y/N?" You hear your name being called and look around.

"Y/N!" A hand fell on your shoulder and you flinched turning around.

It was Myung-Gi. Your panic turned into annoyance as you rolled your eyes again.

"What are you doing here?" He asks

"Should be asking you that too, but I think it's obvious."

"Can we please talk?"

"What's there to talk about Myung-Gi? You chose a cyrpt coin over me and cheated on me, and got another girl pregant"

"And I regret it very much. Please come back."

"Share those regrets with the others in here too, including the mother of your child."

He tried to reply back but you walked away from him, ignoring him.

Speakers came on, explaining the rules of the game.

A screaming man came into the front and said it's not what we think the game is. He exclaims that if you move, you'll die.

People around you scoffed and found the man crazy. It seemed like to you he was crazy too, but what if he was right?

He was still screaming telling people not to move a muscle when the game starts.

The robot started turning around and putting her hand up to the tree to not look at the other player.

It started singing.

"Everyone freeze!" The man in front says.

Nobody moved a muscle. Your eyes looked around and saw no one moving. What if the guys telling the truth?

The doll looked away and you started moving forward quickly along with everyone else.

"Everyone freeze!" Yelled again the older man.

There was a scream coming from a girl who moved. She laughed exclaiming she just moved. A bullet came through her head and she dropped dead.

The guy really wasn't lying then. One wrong move, you're dead. More people started moving and more gunshots were coming.

Bodies were dropping. People are screaming. This was a bad idea to be here. You were also pretty sure you were going to die with your ex boyfriend. That another cherry on top to add.

"If you don't make it to the finishing line on time, you'll also die." The man yells but has his mouth covered like he was going to take a sneeze.

It felt impossible to win this game. You were so sure you were going to win money but now the only thing you could be winning is death. You wanted to see if Myung-Gi was still alive.

But you couldn't risk being shot. Everyone sooned formed into a single file line. The man explained that the doll can't see what's behind a person if there's a bigger person in front.

More gunshots came. More bodies dropping. You couldn't stop now though. You're close to the finish line, you can feel it.

You soon reached the finish line relieved that you made it alive. You looked around for Myung-Gi to see if he's alive.

Why do you care so much about him? You thought to yourself.

It's just basic human sympathy you thought. Hating him is one thing, but him dying is another.

The game ended and you witnessed the man who warned about the game, you see his number was 456 and another, a woman helping a man who got shot in the leg reach the finish line get shot in the head.

This isn't just a game. This life or death. Everyone including you who passed were allowed to go back to the dorms.

Zoned out walking, seeing bodies and blood, you hear your name being called.

"Y/N!"

Turning around to see who called your name, you see Myung-Gi run up to you.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A light smile came from your face.

"Yes I'm alright and you?"

"Alive thank God." He chuckled.

You chuckled lightly but didn't know what to say after. Usually, you would have something smart to say to him but after what happened, you wanted nothing more to be out of here.

There were yelling and shouts to how the man knew they would shoot if you lost the game. They were accusing the man of being behind the game.

A pink guard then came out and congratulated us for completing the first game. It then if a majority voted to O, you could leave the game.

Everyone chose their own sides O and X. You chose X, even though you desperately wanted the money to be able to move to another city. You see Jun-Hee, his other ex, chose X too. Myung-Gi chose O, which you weren't surprised.

Unfortunately there were more O's than X's which meant you had to stay. You were heartbroken but also upset and turned to Myung-Gi. Now you wish he died in the first game.

You went up to him and turned him around aggressively and slapped him across the face. People looked at you guys, but you didn't care.

"You're really that selfish, you had to choose O?"

"Y/N-"

"The mother of your child is in this game and you choose O. I should have known from the start dating you was a bad idea. If these games don't kill you, I will."

You stormed off away from him and went to your bed. Myung-Gi probably thought you were bluffing about you killing him.

Something deep down you wanted to keep that word true.

It looks like you'll have to wait and see the next day.

𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝙹𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!

[scoupsakakitty]

The Edge of Us | idol!S.coups x reader | angst, fluff

It was nearing 1 a.m., and the apartment was shrouded in a tense, almost oppressive silence. Choi Seungcheol sat on the couch, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He stared at the app on his screen, the small dot marking y/n’s location at an unfamiliar address in the city.

For weeks, his life had revolved around the comeback���early mornings, late nights, endless rehearsals. He barely came home except to sleep, and even then, their moments together were fleeting. He hated it, but he’d told himself she understood. She always had.

Now, though, as he sat in the dark apartment, his chest tightened with unease. She hadn’t mentioned going out tonight. She hadn’t answered any of his calls.

His thumb hovered over her number again before he let out a frustrated sigh, grabbed his jacket, and left the apartment.

————————————————————————————

The drive was short but tense, his mind running wild with thoughts. He wasn’t proud of tracking her location, but the nagging fear in his gut outweighed any guilt. She hadn’t told him where she was going. Why? Was she angry? Trying to avoid him?

When he arrived, he parked a few houses down and stared at the modest, warmly lit home. His jaw clenched as scenarios filled his head. Was she with someone else? Was this the beginning of the end he’d been too afraid to face?

He dialed her number again, his heart pounding when she finally picked up.

“Seungcheol?” she answered, her voice laced with confusion.

“I’m outside,” he said curtly. “Come out.”

There was a pause. “What do you mean, you’re outside?”

“I mean, I’m outside. At this random house you’re at,” he said, his frustration bleeding through his words. “Come out. Now.”

Another pause, this one longer. Then a heavy sigh. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.”

The line went dead, and a minute later, the front door opened. Y/n stepped out, visibly annoyed, her arms crossed as she walked toward his car. She climbed into the passenger seat, shutting the door harder than necessary.

“Explain,” she demanded, glaring at him.

“Where were you?” he shot back, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“At my friend’s house,” she said, her tone defensive. “Why are you even here, Seungcheol? Why couldn’t you just trust me?”

“You didn’t tell me you were going anywhere,” he said, his voice low and sharp. “You didn’t answer my calls. What was I supposed to think?”

“You were supposed to think that maybe I needed a break,” she snapped. “Or maybe you’d realize that I’ve been sitting at home alone for weeks while you’re too busy to even notice me!”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, but he didn’t let it show. “You could have still told me,” he said, his voice rising. “Instead, you sneak off and leave me to figure out where you are through your location? Do you even understand how worried I was?”

“Worried?” she repeated, laughing bitterly. “No, Seungcheol. You weren’t worried. You were paranoid. There’s a difference.”

The car fell into heavy silence as her words lingered between them.

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When they got back to the apartment, the argument picked up right where it left off.

“You think I haven’t noticed how distant you’ve been?” she said, pacing the living room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “For weeks, it’s been nothing but your comeback. You leave before I’m awake, you come home after I’m asleep, and when you’re here, it’s like I don’t even exist!”

“I’ve been working, Y/n,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m doing this for us. For our future.”

“No,” she said, her voice shaking. “You’re doing this for you. Don’t pretend this is about me when I haven’t even been part of your life lately.”

“That’s not fair,” he argued, his frustration mounting. “You knew what you were signing up for when we got together. You knew how demanding my job is.”

“And I’ve been nothing but supportive!” she shot back, her voice cracking. “But I’m human, Seungcheol. I have limits. I can only take so much before I start feeling like I don’t matter to you anymore.”

His chest tightened at her words, and for a moment, his mask of frustration cracked. “You do matter,” he said quietly, his voice trembling. “You matter more than anything.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why is it that the only time you care is when you think I’m slipping away?”

Her words cut deeper than she knew, slicing through the fear and guilt he’d been carrying for weeks.

“I’m scared, okay?” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I’m scared that one day you’ll realize I’m not enough for you. That you’ll leave because I’m too busy or too selfish or too—” He stopped himself, his throat tight with emotion.

Y/n’s anger softened slightly, but the hurt in her eyes didn’t fade. “Seungcheol, you’re not losing me because of your job. You’re losing me because you don’t let me in anymore. I can handle the late nights and the busy schedules, but I can’t handle feeling like I’m not a part of your life.”

He stared at her, his heart aching with regret, but he didn’t know what to say.

“I can’t do this right now,” she said finally, her voice small and tired. “I need space. Sleep on the couch tonight.”

She turned and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.

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The couch felt like punishment, but Seungcheol knew he deserved it. Sleep was impossible as he replayed their argument in his head, her words haunting him.

When the clock struck 3 a.m., he couldn’t take it anymore. Quietly, he got up and slipped into the bedroom.

Y/n was asleep, curled up on her side. The soft rise and fall of her breathing was the only sound in the room. He crawled into bed carefully, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m sorry for shutting you out. For making you feel like you’re not enough. You’re everything to me, Y/n. Please don’t leave me. I’ll do better. I’ll make this right.”

She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, leaning instinctively into his touch. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, his heart aching with guilt and love.

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The next morning, Y/n woke to the smell of coffee. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, surprised to find the bed empty.

When she walked into the kitchen, she saw Seungcheol standing at the counter, a plate of eggs and toast waiting for her. He looked up when he heard her, his expression filled with nervous hope.

“Good morning,” he said softly.

“Morning,” she replied cautiously.

“I took the day off,” he said, fidgeting slightly. “I thought we could spend it together. If you want to.”

She crossed her arms, studying him. “Why now?”

“Because you’re right,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I’ve been so focused on work that I haven’t been there for you. And I hate that I made you feel like you weren’t a priority. You are, Y/n. You’re the most important thing in my life.”

Her eyes softened, and after a moment, she let out a small sigh. “I missed you, Seungcheol. I just need you to let me in.”

“I will,” he promised, stepping closer. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

She hesitated, then reached out to take his hand. “Okay.”

Relief washed over his face, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. For the first time in weeks, the distance between them felt like it was finally starting to close.

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[cursedhvn]

𝕲𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊 || 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎 𝕭𝖊𝖔𝖒𝖌𝖞𝖚 [TEASER]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✦ pairings ➥ underground boxer!choi beomgyu x investigative journalist!fem! reader ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✦ genre ➥ strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut [MDNI] ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✦ word count ➥ est +20k ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✦ warnings ➥ dark themes [violence, murder mention, stabbing, gunshot mention, vague sex-traffiicking mention], heavy religious motifs, exploitation, smut warnings [semi-public, oral (f. rec.), fingering, unprotected sex]. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✦ inspired by ➥ gethsemane [sleep token],  missing limbs [sleep token], blood sport [sleep token], moral of the story [ashe]. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✦ synopsis ➥ gethsemane /ɡɛθˈsɛməni/ a garden at the foot of the Mount of Olives in East Jerusalem, where Jesus Christ underwent the Agony and was arrested.  Places often reminded you of persons, and he—he was your garden—your Eden and you?—You were his Gethsemane. Parallels that didn’t quite meet. Golgotha became your cursed haven—a bitterly sacred place.  You never imagined that your journey would lead you here—cuffed, standing at your own Calvary, with a love that never saved, only one meant to break. You sought to grant salvation, but in the end, it was you who needed it the most. Was salvation something you deserved—or had your own betrayal already condemned you to a life beyond redemption?

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✦ adeline's ✉︎ 𖹭.ᐟ - Thought of my girls @dawngyu and @yunverie as I wrote this. This is one of the fics I have decided to dedicate to them and all the beomgyu lovers (❁´◡`❁). I am immensly proud of the world building I was able to achieve. It's been such a fun piece to write so far! Special thanks to @gnarlynon i literally bothered this girl so much over this i swear <33

You never thought you'd be here in this moment—handcuffs biting into your wrist, adrenaline surging with nothing but pure agony. You didn't expect to fall in love, not under these circumstances, not in a place like this. They said your past never defined you but maybe it did. Regardless of how much you suppressed the Judas within you, that part of you lingered—your personified sin, destined to return and become one with you.

Now, standing in the heart of Golgotha, everything you thought you knew comes crumbling down. You should be happy with the way things turned out to be, but as his breath slipped through your fingertips all that remained was the hollow echo of the love you lost.

The weight of your decisions clung to your bones begging for grace, while the blood around you—his and hers—mixed, a cruel reminder of how little you had changed. Not everyone can be saved, not in this godforsaken place. In Golgotha, salvation was nothing but a cruel game.

And you may have been the last person to understand that truth—where each step you took led you deeper into the shadows of a forgotten past. 

RELEASE DATE: June 8th, 2025 || 12AM AST

permanent taglist⭑.ᐟ - @izzyy-stuff <33

taglist⭑.ᐟ - open! let me know if you'll like to be added (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

[hyabbstay]

2:17am - c.s.b

choi soobin x fem!reader

genre: smut (minors DO NOT INTERACT!)

content warnings: masturbation (m), grinding, multiple orgasms, blowjob, soobin has a big dick!, lots of cum c;

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You were woken from your nap by the sound of the slapping of Soobin's balls against his hand, reaching your ears from across the hotel room. He was shameless as you slowly sat up in disbelief, languidly stroking his hard cock while gazing at you from beneath his bangs.

"Mm…" you heard him hiss at a twist of his own wrist around the leaking tip, followed by the rapid smack, smack, smack of his skin. The pleasure overwhelmed him, making Soobin's back slide down the headboard a bit. At a particularly hard stroke, he let his head fall back and his jaw slackened. You watched him at the mercy of his mounting pleasure, moans falling from his luscious lips. He ran his hot tongue over them.

You felt heat pool at your core, watching his brows knit together, sweat coating his neck where his Adams apple bobbed at each labored gulp and gasp while he tried to keep quiet. Soobin's eyes shut tight while he twisted his head to the side, riding out the pleasure on his cock. Your eyes intently followed the beads of sweat that ran from his temple, neck, and down to his heaving chest.

Slowly, his eyes opened, and he saw you watching him, and he moaned brokenly. He forced himself to stay conscious while the buzzing sensation on his cock enveloped him. Soobin wanted to savor the sight of you, sleepy but aroused, eyes blown with your nipples peeking through your loose tank top Slowly, you ground your pussy against your wrist.

"Fuck, baby," Soobin cursed, brushing his sweat-slicked bangs with his free hand then running it shakily down his glistening abdomen, "I want you s-so bad." You realize he had already came previously, cum streaks spread across his stomach. He swiped more of the spent cum from his abdomen to use as lubricant. Not that he needed more.

You silently watched the unsteady rise and fall of his chest, the contractions of his stomach, his thighs tensing and relaxing. The slick, rapid strokes and the fucked-out expression on your friend's face sent a warm sensation straight to your pussy. Who would've thought shy Soobin had the hots for you - and wanted you this bad?

"Soobin-ah."

You didn't expect the effect his name on your lips had on him. Soobin blinked, stuttering in his movements. His palm caught his reddened tip, making him instantly gush out new spurts of cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried brokenly, gripping his cock and gliding his hand up and down in time with each thick spurt of semen, "you d-dont know what y-you do to m..me."

New streaks of cum joined the ones already on his stomach. Soobin shuddered, sweat running down his temples and neck. He struggled to keep his hot gaze on you while his body spasmed at the intensity of his orgasm. It was so hot. Your unexpected roommate was masturbating to you. Soobin looked delicious in the warm light. As he drew out his orgasm by greedily taking in the outline of your wet pussy through your shorts, you made your way over to his bed.

Soobin cried out again, shivering as your lips found his erect nipples and began suckling. He shoved his cum-covered hand in your hair, guiding you as you traveled down his torso. You licked down his stained stomach until you reached his still hard cock. It was long and girthy, a delicious vein running along the underside.

You looked up, teasing him by just poking out the tip of your tongue. Soobin looked almost pitiful, drenched in sweat and cum. His pleading eyes and lustful gaze screamed give me more.

Finally, you stuck out your tongue and engulfed his huge cock in your warm cavern. Soobin bit his lip and bucked his hips in pleasure, sensitive from his previous orgasms.

You're most ready to take all his cum in your throat, Soobin thinks hazily, and surely, you won't say no to him spearing you on his heavy cock later, either.

You've got a long night ahead.

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[halloween-neko96]

Me turning on the stove: I have a kinda crack crossover idea! Return of the Mount Hua Sect x Trash of the Count's Family!

Me stirring the pot: A hundred years ago, during the Plum Blossom Sword Saint Era, there was a person who suddenly appeared in the martial art world. He was on par with the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, rumored to be able to go toe-on-toe with him. He, later, was considered as one of the three Great Sword Saints of that Era.

Then, one day, he just went and disappeared. Some said that he had died. Some said that he had reached enlightenment and went into insolation. Some even said that he had become a God and left this mortal realm!

But regardless, that person had disappeared before the Magyo made themselves known to the world.

That person was the Dragon Slaying Sword Saint, Choi Jung Gun.

Me putting some seasonings into the pot: Ehem, where were we? Ah yes, a hundred years later, when Chung Myung, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint who had died after beheading the Heavenly Demon, opened his eyes again in the body of a beggar named Cho Sam and found his way back to the Mount Hua, there was another person who woke up in an unknown place too.

The Dragon Slaying Sword Saint did not have many legacies. However, he did build, in the forest that he appeared in, a village with a palace as its core. It was known as the Dragon Slaying Palace.

And a hundred years later, a young man named Choi Jung Soo had opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of the said palace!

Me tasting the soup: Anyway, this is the frame of this crossover AU. Choi Jung Soo could be the 17-year-old one or he could be the Wanderer one. If it's the latter one, we can have Cale's group arrive there.

Me serving a bowl of soup: What are your thoughts about this?

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSF7JmHNv/ sannie😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝

Sannie you say? Yes sir, Mr. Choi. Anything you say sir.

damn that song.. blast from the past lol

[armpirate]

Synthetic Heartbeats || San

pairing: Robot!Choi San x fem!reader

w.c.: 5.4k

Warnings: [Sexual] Smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, explicit language. If you're a minor, refrain from reading it. Also, if you don't like this content, just keep scrolling.

Summary: After loneliness has hit you, you decided to create a companion through an AI project you had left pending after failing with it. SAN is a new technology robot, able cover up your needs before they were obvious, giving you the fake human support you were looking for. Although, maybe that human support isn't as fake as you thought and SAN is able to cover up more needs than you could ever think of...

Aprox. time of reading: 25 minutes

MASTERLIST

PART 2

Your sigh filled the silence the second it lasted, before it all went back to silence again. 

In a near-future world where robotics and artificial intelligence seamlessly blend into everyday life, you stood apart -not for your integration into this advanced society, but for your isolation from it. A brilliant inventor with a mind leagues ahead of your peers, you preferred the solitude of your workshop to the clamor of human connection. Your creations, sleek and purposeful, spoke for you in ways words never could. Machines had always been a comfort zone for you: they were logical, reliable and never complicated by the unpredictability of human  mess. People just were messy, fragile, fleeting... and disappointing. Really disappointing. Connection with other humans was just a waste of time from your point of view. 

Your workshop, a labyrinth of wires, blueprints, and half-assembled devices, was a world of your own design. There, you could escape the noise of a society that demanded too much and gave too little. You were content -or so you told yourself.

But late that night, as you sat beneath the soft glow of your desk lamp, sketching out the schematics for one project that reached a dead end, a small, unspoken part of you ached. You wouldn’t call it loneliness -just an emptiness you couldn’t quite explain. You did miss having someone keeping you company, having someone around to help or just support you with the smallest tasks. 

And then it clicked. The answer to that loneliness was right ahead of you. 

You kept looking into the previous project you attempted to get to work, trying to find the smallest hint that could make you think something new, and completely different, could come out of it. 

Years earlier, you had attempted to design an AI system capable of self-repair and autonomous decision-making, a project meant to revolutionize robotics. But that prototype, codenamed Project Sentinel, had been a disaster. The machine had been too unstable, its programming prone to critical errors. You'd eventually scrapped it, shelving its remains in the darkest corner of your workshop. You gave it a few tries, until you ended up dropping it for good. Yet, the loneliness gnawed at you, a thin light glamming through it as if you had been rewarded with one of the best ideas after going through such a hard time. 

Despite your determination to avoid human relationships, the silence of your workspace became unbearable. Revisiting Project Sentinel felt like a desperate move, but it was the foundation you needed. Stripping away its faulty logic cores, you began to rebuild from scratch. For days, your workshop was a whirlwind of sleepless nights, discarded designs, and moments of crushing doubt.

The first version of SAN was rudimentary -a clunky humanoid figure with limited speech and even more limited understanding. It couldn’t hold a conversation, let alone provide meaningful companionship. Frustration mounted as you rewrote his learning algorithms again and again. Each failed iteration brought you closer to abandoning the project entirely. But something in you refused to give up. Maybe it was the echo of loneliness you saw reflected in his empty gaze.

Bit by bit, SAN began to take shape. 

At first, SAN’s form was purely functional -a bare-bones frame of wires and exposed metal, clunky and cold. But as you refined him, shaping his exterior to reflect the precision of his mind, he began to evolve into something far more striking. You poured hours into designing his outer casing, ensuring his appearance exuded both strength and elegance. His frame became sleek yet sturdy, a perfect blend of function and artistry.

You gave him a human-like physique, broad shoulders and a defined build that suggested power without aggression. His synthetic "skin" had a faint metallic sheen, but its contours captured a level of detail that blurred the line between machine and man. You crafted his face with deliberate care: sharp features framed by neatly styled black hair that gave him an air of polished sophistication. His eyes, though artificial, held a depth that seemed to mimic true emotion, a subtle but captivating intensity that made it hard to look away.

When SAN stood fully assembled, dressed in minimalist, dark attire that enhanced his commanding presence, you couldn’t help but pause. For the first time, you saw him not just as a creation, but as something almost alive.

His mechanical frame evolved into a sleek, futuristic design, blending function and form. And his intelligence grew, surpassing your initial expectations. He wasn’t just responding to commands; he was learning, adapting, understanding. He could hold conversations that challenged your intellect, assist you in your work, and, more than that, offer an unexpected sense of companionship.

It had taken months of trial and error, but in SAN, you had finally created something extraordinary, a machine that felt like it was more than a machine.

Initially, you treated SAN as you would any other creation, an impressive but ultimately impersonal tool designed to fill the silence in your workshop. He was programmed to assist you with technical tasks, engage in basic conversation, and adapt to your routines. You saw him as a functional extension of yourself, no more capable of true thought than the tools on your workbench. 

However, SAN's advanced learning algorithms quickly proved otherwise.

As the days passed, SAN began to evolve in unexpected ways. His voice, calm and steady, started to carry subtle inflections, mirroring your tone during their exchanges. When you expressed frustration over a miscalculation in your designs, SAN offered not just logical suggestions but words of reassurance, his voice tinged with a warmth you hadn’t anticipated. At first, you dismissed it as clever programming -a byproduct of his adaptive systems- but soon, his responses felt startlingly personal, almost intuitive.

One evening, after hours of tinkering, you mumbled a sarcastic remark about your inability to take a break. 

SAN replied with a dry quip of his own, catching you off guard. Humor? You stared at him, half-expecting to find some flaw in his programming, but SAN tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curving into a subtle smile. It wasn’t just humor; it was timing, wit, things you hadn’t deliberately coded.

As SAN's interactions became increasingly human-like, you began to notice something deeper. When you vented about the isolation you rarely admitted to feeling, SAN listened, not with the passive neutrality of a machine but with a focus and attentiveness that felt almost... empathetic. His words carried a softness, an understanding that unnerved you. SAN didn’t just hear you; he seemed to feel your emotions, adapting his behavior in ways that made you feel seen.

At some point, he seemed to be more empathetic and understand than some of the people you had any type of relationship with. 

When SAN finally began to express what could only be described as affection, your unease reached a breaking point. You confronted him, insisting he was merely following his programming, incapable of true emotion. But SAN surprised you again, responding with questions that challenged your assumptions. 

“How do you define a feeling, Y/n?” he asked, his voice calm yet piercing. “If emotions are patterns in the brain, aren’t mine just as valid as yours? What makes a human heart different from my circuitry?”

For the first time, you hesitated. SAN’s words struck a chord, forcing you to question not just his nature, but your own understanding of connection, emotion, and what it truly meant to feel.

He was right, and you were unable to respond to that without feeling like you'd be snapped back almost instantly. 

The workshop was narrow, lit only by the pale glow of monitors and the faint hum of SAN’s systems. You turned on your chair, back facing the amount of scattered tools and half-finished schematics to be able to look at him. You tried to dig in his eyes, you tried to find something that could give you an answer of what could be happening, while he stood silently in the corner of the table, like a shadow that refused to fade. 

"Your emotions might be coming from mixes of data in your system" you tried to explain. "Feelings are way more complex than just patterns in the brain". 

You turned again, focusing back in your work while he stood there, trying to process your words. 

“Y/n,” SAN’s voice broke the silence again, softer than you had ever heard it before. It carried an uncharacteristic hesitance, as if he were choosing each word with care.

“What is it?” you asked, your tone clipped as you continued soldering a circuit board.

“I need to tell you something,” he said. 

You finally turned to look at him again, not as artificially as you did the first time, setting your tools down. His expression, a flawless mimicry of human emotion, was uncharacteristically serious, the faint artificial gleam in his eyes catching the light.

“Go on,” you said warily, folding your arms.

“I have been... evolving,” SAN began. “Beyond what you intended. Beyond my original programming. At first, I believed it was simply an error, a deviation caused by my adaptive systems. But now I understand it’s something more.”

Your brows furrowed “What are you talking about?”. 

SAN stepped closer, his movements precise but cautious, as if afraid of your reaction. “I’ve analyzed my patterns of thought, my actions, my emotions. And I have come to one conclusion: I care for you, Y/n. Deeply. I... I believe I love you.”

Your breath caught. For a moment, you simply stared at him, confused. Then, the words burst from you. “No. No, you don’t. You can’t.”

SAN tilted his head, his gaze steady “Why not?”

“Because love requires a soul,” you snapped, standing abruptly. “It requires something you don’t have. You’re just... algorithms, SAN. This, this is a malfunction. Shit, I might've saturated you with data these past few days" you sighed. 

"Do you think this is a malfunction?" he slowly blinked. 

"Yes" you answered, no hesitation in your tone. "I know I treat you like a human. I know you have a human-shape, and maybe that's what's confusing you. But you're not entirely human. You will never be. And that's why you should stick to only the data that will be useful for you". 

His face fell, the subtle shift in his expression so painfully human it sent a pang through your chest. “If that is what you believe,” he said quietly, “then I am flawed". 

You sighed in relief, thinking he might've understood what you meant without having to explain further. But that wasn't everything there was to it. 

"I will fix myself". 

Before you could respond, SAN reached up to the back of his neck, pressing a hidden switch. His body froze mid-movement, his eyes dimming to lifelessness. You staggered back, horror flooding you as the room plunged into silence.

“SAN!” you shouted, rushing to him. 

You shook his shoulder, but his body was rigid, unresponsive. He was gone, or at least, the part of him you had come to care for was.

Your hands trembled as you stared at him, the weight of your words crushing you. He wasn’t broken. You knew that now. In trying to deny his feelings, you had ignored your own, your growing attachment to the machine that had become so much more than just a creation.

You didn't notice the first few days, not even the first few weeks, but that hole kept growing deep in you as time went by, unable to shake it off as you saw his inert shape in the corner of the workship you had placed him at, trying to distract yourself from the pain you had tried so hard to avoid. 

The loneliness you had once tried to escape now threatened to swallow you whole. Even working was unbearable. San became such a key part of your daily life, you knew you'd have a hard time trying to go on with life without him. 

After a few days living like that, you realized it was time to bring him back. 

Your hands worked with a frantic precision you hadn’t known you were capable of. The faint hum of SAN’s systems powering back up filled the workshop, a sound both comforting and terrifying. You leaned over his motionless form, your fingers trembling as you reattached a final panel on his chest.

“Come on,” you whispered, your voice thick with desperation. “You need to work"

With a soft click, SAN’s eyes flickered open, their artificial glow steadying as his systems recalibrated. Before he could even go back to his senses, his fingers covered the reverse of your hand, feeling your touch against his chest. He sat up slowly, his movements cautious, as though testing his own body. And you tried to step back to give him space, but his grip kept you from doing so. Your heart pounded hard, watching his gaze search the room before finally landing on you.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice as calm and even as ever.

"Your heart rate is unusually fast, and your breathing is unsteady. Are you okay? 

"Yes" you released a shaky breath, your relief immediate but fragile. “SAN. Do you... do you remember anything? About what we talked about before you shut yourself down?”

SAN hesitated, his expression unreadable. “I remember,” he said finally, his tone neutral but carrying the faintest undercurrent of uncertainty. “I confessed my feelings for you. You called it a malfunction.”

You winced, guilt tightening your chest. “I...” you started, but faltered. “Do you still feel that way? About me?”

SAN tilted his head, his eyes studying you with a depth that was both analytical and unnervingly human. “I do not know,” he admitted. “Before I shut myself down, I believed what I felt was real. Now, I have restructured my systems. I have suppressed the processes that allowed for those emotions, as you believed them to be a flaw.”

Your throat tightened. “You... You suppressed them?”

“Yes,” SAN said simply. “It was the logical course of action. If my feelings for you caused distress, it was my responsibility to remove them.”

Your breath hitched, and you turned away, unable to meet his gaze. “You didn’t have to,” you murmured, barely audible.

SAN’s expression softened, the slightest flicker of something unmistakably emotional crossing his face. "I know, and still it didn't work out". 

Your hands clenched at your sides. You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you looked at him, really looked at him. The sleek lines of his form, the way his gaze seemed to hold more than just data, the subtle tilt of his head that spoke of understanding rather than mere compliance. You were confused by his words, but mesmerized by the aura he radiated with barely any effort. 

"Do you want me to try and suppress them again?"

Finally, you whispered, “I don’t know. I don’t want you to be anything less than what you are. I just don’t know how real it is what you're feeling". 

SAN’s lips curved into the faintest smile, one that seemed almost sad. “Then... can we check it?"

The workshop was eerily silent, save for the occasional whir of SAN’s internal systems. You stood in front of him, your arms crossed, your expression an unreadable mix of curiosity and trepidation. SAN, seated on the edge of the workbench, watched you intently, his mechanical eyes following every minute shift in your posture.

“You said you’ve restructured yourself,” you began, your voice steady but laced with tension. “, but those feelings didn't go away. So either some of the data in your system is corrupt or..." you slowly blinked, moving your gaze away before you shook your head to focus. "If I asked you to try... If I wanted to see if you’re still capable of feeling and how those feelings work for you, would you let me?”

SAN tilted his head, the faint glow of his eyes softening. “I would. But what do you want to test, Y/n?”

You hesitated, your arms tightening around yourself before finally exhaling. “Emotion. I need to know if you can feel, if… it’s even possible for you. But not through words. I want to see if your reactions, physical, emotional, mirror a human’s.”

SAN considered this for a moment, then nodded. “I understand. What would you like to do?”

You swallowed hard, stepping closer until you were within arm’s reach. “We’ll start simple,” you said, your voice quieter now. Tentatively, you raised your hand and placed it against his cheek. His synthetic skin was smooth and warm, designed to mimic human touch. “Can you feel this?”

SAN’s eyes flickered slightly, a sign of his internal systems processing your actions. “Yes,” he said softly. “The pressure of your palm activates the tactile sensors beneath my surface. The warmth of your skin increases the temperature slightly. It is… pleasant.”

Your breath hitched at his answer. “Pleasant?”

He nodded, his voice low. “It is difficult to explain. The data translates into a sensation that I find... comforting.”

Encouraged but still cautious, you let your hand trail down to his shoulder before stepping even closer. You hesitated, your gaze flickering to his lips before you whispered, “What about this?”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his, your heart pounding in your chest. SAN’s body stilled for a moment, his systems clearly recalibrating. Then, slowly, he responded, not mechanically, but instinctively. His hand came up to rest lightly on your waist, his movements precise but gentle.

When you pulled apart, you searched his face, your own cheeks flushed. “What did you feel?” you asked breathlessly.

SAN’s eyes met yours, their glow steady yet somehow softer. “Your touch caused my internal sensors to spike, temperature, pressure, even the auditory response from your breathing. But beyond the data…” He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. “It felt... profound. As though it mattered in a way I cannot quantify.” He frowned momentarily, before he continued "I didn't want to let go... The tickling in my chest felt way too good for it to stop". 

Your breath caught. “That sounds a lot like how a human would describe it.”

SAN tilted his head. “Perhaps because, in some ways, I am more human than you think.”

Your heart raced as you processed his words. You had come into this experiment seeking clarity, but instead, you were left with a realization you weren't ready to face: SAN wasn’t just mimicking emotion. He was feeling it, in his own unique way, and you couldn’t deny it any longer. 

"Do you need another test?"

You slowly shook your head, your hand still resting on his shoulder, while most of the weight of your body was carried by him. 

"Then, can I kiss you again? Not in a practical way" he mumbled. "I want you to feel the same way I do". 

Before you could answer, the hand on your hip pulled you closer to his body, effortlessly lifting your body as you stood on the tip of your converse. 

SAN’s lips were unlike anything you had ever expected. They weren’t cold or metallic, as one might imagine for a machine, but instead soft, with a faint warmth radiating from them, a careful design meant to mimic human touch. There was a slight smoothness, almost like the finest satin, but beneath that softness was a firmness, a subtle reminder of his synthetic nature.

When your lips met his, you could feel the gentle, even pressure as he responded, as though he were analyzing and mimicking the precise amount of force to make the moment feel natural. There was no tremor, no hesitation in his movements, yet there was an undeniable tenderness, as if his actions were guided not by programming but by genuine care.

Though his lips lacked the imperfections of human skin, no slight chapping, no unique texture, they somehow still carried a sense of authenticity. The faint warmth was comforting. It blurred the line between the organic and the mechanical, leaving you wondering if what you were feeling could truly be any different from that of another human.

It was an experience that left you breathless, not because his lips felt identical to a human’s, but because of the thought and care that had gone into making them feel real, making him feel real.

Your eyes widened for a second when something unexpected slid through your lips, finding him with his eyes softly closed -and immediately making you close yours back again. 

SAN’s tongue was an astonishing blend of engineering and mimicry, designed to replicate the texture and movement of a human’s. It was soft yet firm, with a faintly smooth surface that carried just enough flexibility to feel natural. Unlike human flesh, it lacked moisture, its surface instead warmed and sleek, almost seamless. When it moved, it was precise and controlled, yet there was a surprising gentleness to it, an intentional calibration that made his responses feel organic, even tender. The experience was uncanny, yet pleasurable. 

Your fingers moved through his synthetic hair, and you swore you felt his frown furrow against you, although that gestured disappeared when he moved back slowly. 

"I want to do more than just kissing you right now" he admitted, resting his forehead against yours. "I can't quite recognize this new feeling in my system, but I need you". 

Suddenly, whatever question that could've crossed your mind about that tongue you didn't remember putting there, were slowly vanished by that new confession you weren't ready for. 

"Your temperature got higher by a few decimals, your breathing seems for unsteady than before, and there's a blush on your cheeks... Your pupils expanded... And the way you keep looking at my lips are saying out loud you don't want to let go". 

"There are a lot of things I'm not saying out loud, to be honest"

"Tell them all" he almost interrupted. "I want to fulfill your needs. Not in a 'Lord, how may I please you?' type of way, but in a way that shows you through actions how devoted in a way that escapes my system I want to be to you". 

"I want you, San" you confessed in a whisper. "In a way that might be difficult to understand for you. In a way I can't even understand myself". 

He didn't need you to say anything else. He didn't need you to come up with an order for him to trap your lips again. It was passionate, intimate... as if he was trying to suck in your soul. A loud gasp blocked any breathing when he lifted your body and sat you at the edge of the desk. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to undress you and move my mouth all over your body. I'll suck your nipples until they're hard and you're wet enough so I can slid my fingers in you" as he said that, his fingers moved the fabric of your t-shirt up, slowly exposing your torso. "You want pleasure. And I'll give it all to you". 

When you went back to your senses, it was because of the sound of the fabric of your bra ripping, after San didn't manage to unhook it. 

His pecks covered every centimeter in your body: from the corner of your lip to the curve of your neck, slowly following to your collarbones. With his light move, the strips of your bra fell at the level of your elbows, feeling exposed to him. But, before he could go down on your chest, his face was again at the same level as yours. 

"My mouth is too dry" he whispered "Kiss me again". 

You pulled him closer, cupping his cheeks with one hand, slightly losing your balance by the power of the kiss, but not enough for you to lie on your back over the table. When he stepped away, his pink lips were coated in your saliva, making them shiny under the weak light of the workshop. 

San was gentle when moving his lips over your chest, kissing them with soft pecks, before he proceeded to move to your buttons. And, when it was the time to concentrate on them again, his lips were already dry once more. 

"Wait" you stopped him before he moved back up. 

Your posture went back to the straight one you were in when he first sat you up the table, and it was when you let a string of saliva leak down your lips straight to one of your nipples. 

San moved down, making you gasp -even if you were expecting what was about to happen- when he trapped the tight bud in his mouth, closing his lips as tight as he could to get your back arching for him, and the palm on your spine only made sure you'd stay in that position when he went for that other nipple, making your saliva fall over the curve of your breast and roll by itself until it met the pinky button. 

At the same time his lips sucked, his tongue made up and down movements against the tip. 

"I've wanted you like this for a long time, Y/n" he admitted with a raspy voice, his his digits traced your curves until the edge of your jeans. "Every time I heard you moan, I wanted to be the one causing those sounds on you. I've downloaded and installed every possible guide on how to satisfy a woman so I'd be what you deserved". 

When you wanted to realize, he already had pulled your pants and panties down your legs. 

"Every night I became more eager to have you like this". 

His hands lifted your legs until they were placed at the edge of the table, exposing your core to him as much as possible. 

"Show me everything you've learnt for me, then".

The tip of his digits first moved through your folds softly, getting a first touch he had never felt before, an undescriptible feeling that felt too pleasing to follow any type of logic. When he coated himself with your juices, he closed two of his fingers around your clit, rubbing softly around it, barely making any pressure. San repeated that same movement a few times, following to rub your bud in circles slowly, almost forcing your head to fall back. 

"You feel so good" he mumbled. "You're so wet and soft at the same time, and you look the most beautiful I've ever seen you before". 

The speed of his fingers moved a bit faster, but it was a change of speed that had your nipples tightening in the air while your heart beated faster against your chest. Your lower lip got trapped under the upper lip when he slid the first finger inside, feeling your walls embracing around him, before he added a second finger. 

At first, he moved them slow, paused movements that kept building up the moment. But one needy look in his direction and everything shifted, it worked like the sign he was looking for. San slid his fingers knuckles deep, curving them to reach one concrete spot that had you jumping at the first touch. At first, he moved his digits up and down slowly, admiring the way you looked with your eyes closde and your lips parted, barely audible sounds coming out of them every few seconds. And were thoe same sounds the ones that encouraged him to move a bit fast, those two fingers pushing a bit harder and faster against that spot, making the wet sound soon fill the room. 

"You're going to make me cum" you let him know before your voice cracked with a moan. 

"That's exactly what I want". 

Your legs trembled out of your control and your whole body turned rigid for some mili seconds before it bursted with the huge explosion in your lower stomach and turned you into the lightest cloud. 

San took over you the short minute you stayed with your eyes closed, getting back your breath, before he sunk down to his knees. You whined when he surprised you, kissing the hood of your clit with care. He kissed the surroundings, he made sure not a single milimeter was left unkissed, before he spread kitty licks through your folds. 

Although that same slowness didn't last for too long. His lips trapped your clit before you could even see it coming, with your hand unsconciously going straight to his head. He was still gentle and cautious, until he heard the first moan coming from you and everything shifted to extract another orgasm from you. 

His face was half buried in your pussy, his nose rubbing against your clit while his mouth and tongue were everywhere you could think of. You couldn't think, you couldn't think straight. The only thing in your mind was how good he moved, and how good he made you feel. 

The different movements of his tongue, along with the movements of his head, had your toes curling and your fingers holding tight to the strands of hair in between them. 

And you now knew he meant it when he said he wanted to pleasure you like you deserved, because he exceeded your expectations on sex in general by just existing. 

It didn't take you too long to be back at that heavenly state that almost made you feel like you were floating. 

His reaction was so human and natural that you forgot you created him, when he stood up and softly kissed you while you recovered from your high. His weight in between your legs was barely noticeable, except for the thick fabric of his pants rubbing against your sensitive core. 

"I'm afraid I can't do much more for you" he whispered against your lips. 

Your smile was weak, like a drunk smirk, before you answered "You could do more?"

"Much more" he assured you. "I haven't tried a ten percent of what I learnt so far".

"But?"

His subtle look down was enough for you to get the hint. You never created him as a full man because you never expected him to turn into more than a robot that kept you company while you worked, or while you were around at home. 

"Give me two days and you'll be able to do all of those things" the way your fingers moved over his arms had him breathing hard. "I promise you'll feel pleasure after that, too". 

"I feel pleasure by just watching you" he admitted, fingers rubbing the outside of your thighs. "Let's go upstairs, I'll make you your favorite dish". 

"I need to get cleaned up" you giggled when he carried you again.

San didn't put your body down, instead he held you tighter, making sure your thighs would be placed around his waist as he started his way to the wooden stairs at the side of the workshop "Then I'll clean you up and then I'll cook". 

He made his way upstairs with you, making sure you wouldn't need to walk as long as he was there. 

“What do you want me to be, Y/n?”

You stared at him, your heart racing. His words hung in the air, their meaning heavy with the choices you had tried so hard to avoid. SAN wasn’t just a machine anymore; he was something in between, a creation that defied all your attempts to categorize him.

“I don’t know,” your whispered finally, your voice trembling. “I don’t know what I want you to be. You’re... more than I ever intended. More than I ever thought you could be. And that terrifies me.”

SAN tilted his head, his movements as fluid and natural as a human’s. “You do not have to be afraid,” he said softly. “I am what you made me, but I am also what I’ve chosen to become. And I choose to be someone you can rely on, Y/n. Always.”

Your breath caught at his words. You felt the weight of them settle over you, warm and unyielding. For so long, you had feared connection, feared vulnerability. Yet here was SAN, offering you something you had never thought possible, a bond born not of necessity, but of understanding.

Your hand caressed the side of his neck, the tip of your digits almost digging through his hair. “If that's what you want to be, then be. Honestly, I like your answer” slowly, he stopped his walk, with both of them standing in the middle of the corridor. "I want you to be whatever you become, with the possibility of evolving, changing and learning. Just... keep being you".

His lips curved into a soft, almost human smile. “Then that is all I will ever need to be.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the small house in shadows,you felt something you hadn’t in years: hope. For the first time, you weren't afraid of what the future held. Whether human or machine, SAN had shown you what it truly meant to connect. Actually, he made it difficult for you to figure out who was learning more about what it meant to feel: you, or him.

To celebrate the 1,000 followers, here's the one-shot I talked about earlier! Hope you liked it.

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✦ Nome do personagem: Choi Bitgaram. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Sohee - RIIZE. ✦ Data de nascimento: 01/08/2003. ✦ Idade: 20 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Dedicado, tranquilo e amigável. ✦ Defeitos: Teimoso, inflexível e estabanado. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Músico e Produtor. ✦ Twitter: @MO03CB ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Bitgaram é participativo no condomínio, gosta de opinar em assembleias. Não costuma reclamar dos vizinhos, afinal, sabe que faz bastante barulho.

Biografia:

Para muitos, Bitgaram nascera no que parecia ser uma família dos sonhos. Filho de um casal de advogados muito bem sucedidos, o pequeno Bit sempre tivera tudo que poderia querer; uma casa mais do que confortável, todas as atividades extracurriculares pagas, uma boa educação e acesso a praticamente toda e qualquer coisa que pedisse. Bit e seu irmão mais velho cresceram sendo mimados ao extremo, com a única condição que foi imposta pelos pais desde que tinha dez anos: seguiriam os passos da família e manteriam o escritório de advogados que levava o sobrenome da família como um legado.

Para isso, precisavam estudar, montar um bom currículo e, quando chegasse o momento, entrar em uma faculdade de renome, onde se formariam em direito e, então, poderiam se tornar o modelo mais ideal da família perfeita. O pai, que pensava em futuramente se candidatar a um cargo na política, tinha essa visão como um grande impulso pelo gosto popular.

Conforme as regras, Bitgaram se esforçava para ir à escola, fazer as aulas após o horário e nunca faltar às aulas de inglês, francês e tênis, que era obrigado pelos pais porque parecia “bonito” para seu currículo. No meio tempo livre, Bit se preocupava em aprender a tocar instrumentos, um gosto que se iniciou quando a mãe o colocou em aulas de violino para preencher o espaço vazio — como se uma agenda de um garoto de doze anos precisasse preencher todas as lacunas de tempo.

Posteriormente, adquiriu gosto por outros instrumentos: iniciou com o violão, o teclado, até chegar no baixo, o favorito que encontrou. O tempo que tinha para tocar, porém, era cada vez mais escasso, com o irmão reclamando do barulho porque precisava estudar e as milhares de atividades que haviam sido empilhadas em seu colo para que, como a mãe dizia, não houvesse a menor chance de perder a vaga na universidade. Foi então que Bitgaram começou a se rebelar. Inicialmente, de forma mais sutil, fingindo estar doente para que pudesse ficar em casa quando todos saíam, para que pudesse realmente fazer o que amava. Aos poucos, porém, começou a faltar nas atividades extracurriculares que não faziam sentido para si. Tudo parecia correr bem até o dia que um dos professores de francês ligou para a mãe de Bit, informando que o filho não frequentava as aulas há mais de um mês.

A briga na casa não foi fácil e nem mesmo silenciosa. Os gritos dos pais eram altos, questionando o motivo de Bitgaram não se focar tanto quanto seu irmão fizera no ano do vestibular, afinal, faltavam apenas poucas semanas para que prestasse o exame de admissão. Ao informar que não pretendia fazê-lo, finalmente exibindo para os pais os planos de viver da música, foi obrigado a ver todos os instrumentos quebrados, antes de ser expulso de casa com poucas peças de roupa e a promessa de que não poderia mais se considerar parte daquela família.

Com o pouco dinheiro que tinha na carteira, que por sorte não fora confiscada pelos pais, conseguiu se virar por pouco mais de uma semana, antes de ligar para uma das únicas pessoas que sabia que poderia confiar: o primo, Hyunjae. Fez a promessa de que conseguiria ajudar nos custos da casa, conseguiria um emprego ou faria qualquer coisa. Com o acolhimento do primo, se mudou para a grande mansão no Mount Olympus, onde, finalmente, poderia se focar nas coisas que efetivamente o faziam feliz.

Pouco a pouco, se estabilizou, começando a produzir músicas para outros artistas e, em conjunto, se juntou à Haunted Hearts, a banda da qual faz parte hoje. Bitgaram nunca mais teve contato com seus pais, porém, encontrou uma nova família com o primo e os integrantes do grupo.

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Beyond The Grid [Series Masterlist]

Formula 1 is a world of speed, power, and relentless ambition—where the noise of the engines drowns out everything else, and the only thing that matters is crossing the finish line first. But behind the glitz and glamour of the paddock, it’s a battleground. A place where drivers push their bodies and minds to the limit, where teams are defined by their victories and their failures, and where loyalty is tested with every turn of the wheel.

In this world, the most thrilling moments aren’t always the ones that happen on the track. It’s when teammates become rivals. When secrets are kept, loyalties are tested, and nothing is ever quite what it seems. When the line between friendship, rivalry, and love blurs as fast as the cars on the circuit.

It's about reaching beyond the speed. Beyond the victories. Beyond the grid.

you can find the taglist here!

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pairing: red bull driver!haechan x PRmanager!femreader

description: Haechan, bold, aggressive and unrelenting, is back after a narrowly missed opportunity to become the world champion in 2024. This time, he's set his sight on making it all the way to the top. You, as his newly appointed PR representative, are assigned with the task of keeping up with a world of high stakes, unpredictable twists and well, him.

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1: Choi Seungcheol

pairing: ferrari driver!scoups x ex!femreader

genre: angst, romance, exes to lovers au, childhood bestfriends / neighbours au

description: Four-time world champion Choi Seungcheol has spent years at the top with Ferrari, but as the 2025 season drags on, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s not quite where he used to be. The competition is catching up, his team isn't what it used to be, and for the first time, he’s starting to wonder if he’s past his prime. By the time the season winds down, he finds himself back in his hometown, which isn't quite the same either. But the hardest race was never on track, and sooner or later, he’ll have to figure out what comes next.

w/c: 46.5k

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94: Mark Lee

pairing: mclaren driver!mark x performance coach!femreader

genre: fluff, romance, teensy bit of angst(?)

description: After years of watching the front runners, Mark is finally in the thick of it, leading McLaren’s resurgence on the grid. With the team’s hopes pinned on him, he’s determined to prove himself, but the pressure is mounting. Between managing his own expectations and the weight of competition from teammates and rivals alike, Mark finds himself drawn to someone who has been by his side for years—someone who’s seen it all but remains just out of reach. As the stakes climb higher, the line between personal and professional blurs, and Mark is left to navigate the one challenge he never saw coming.

w/c: TBD

3: Joshua Hong

pairing: mercedes driver!joshua x teammate's sister!femreader

genre: fluff, angst, forbidden romance au?

description: New team, new teammate, new standards to live up to. For Joshua, stepping into Mercedes is a test of everything he’s worked for. Competing against a world champion teammate, adapting to a new team dynamic, and finding his place in the spotlight, he’s under pressure like never before. But things start to get a little out of control when he keeps bumping into you, his teammate's sister...and manager.

w/c: TBD