#my im is open if u want to plot though~

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hrhghrg... also thinkin' abt magic ruinene au a lil .

still having trouble figuring out what i wanna rename it to :(

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just "friends"

pairing: situationship!dokyeom x f!reader

genre: situationship to lovers, slight angst, smut (with a bit of plot) MDNI!

warnings: cursing, oc is a bit mean to him in the start but it's ok, soft dom!dk, jealous oc, fingering, oral (f. receiving), mentions of giving head, multiple orgasms, a bit of overstimulation, down bad dk, needy oc, praise, ass smacking, protected sex but oc doesn't want to use a condom initially, hair pulling, mentions of creampie (wrap it before u tap it), doggy style, mention of hair pulling, big dick!dk, he is literally too big, slight strength kink, he is an idiot, dirty talk, lmk if i missed anything!

w.c.: 4.2k

playlist: just "friends"

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Note: aaah this is the first fic i'm writing on here so pls bear with me. if u find any mistakes, pls lmk! this was loosely inspired from the situationship i was in last year, except mine didn't end well unlike oc's. hope u like it n pls give me wtv feedback u feel so that i get better at this! hehe anyways go on

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dokyeomie:3 : are u mad at me???

Your phone buzzes. It's 2 a.m. and your phone buzzes. You know there is only one person whose texts you would receive this time at night. You didn’t want to ignore dokyeom, you really do like him after all. You’ve been in, what you would call- a situationship? You’re not very sure. You met him through you mutual friends during a trip you all went to together. It’s funny how during your first year you never noticed him in campus despite him being in the same year as you, but as soon as you returned from the trip, he was everywhere. It was like a dokyeom plague all around.

Initially, you weren’t interested in him beyond being friends but fuck- how can a guy be this sweet? And this nice? And this hot. You can’t blame a girl for wanting more. When he texted you first right after returning from the trip asking for the pictures you had taken, you knew this was your chance to lock it DOWN. Only a fool would miss a chance to let a guy like him pass by. After that it was nonstop texting. All day. 24/7. Point of no return.

You’d give him random updates of your day, he would call you when he went to Sephora with his sister and ask which lip gloss you wanted to feed your manic lip gloss obsession, he would send you pictures of cats he saw on campus and say “us”, coffee dates, study dates (even though you had different majors), teaching him to play DTI at 3 a.m. while you laughed at him dates, but not an official “date” yet. Not a label beyond “friends” yet.

You wondered how can two people do all this and still be called friends. This is not what friends do, right? Or is it? Fuck- this is ruining you. It didn’t help seeing him get coffee with some other girl from his class while she laughed like he was the funniest guy ever. And like he probably was. But she’s not allowed to laugh. Only you. He does NOT need to be this funny with some other girl when he hasn’t even labelled what you are yet.

Leading you to ghosting him for the past 2 days. And trust, it was truly torture. How do you suddenly stop talking to the person you’ve shared everything about you to for the past 3 months? Everything reminded you of him no matter where you went. This is the most down bad you’ve ever been for a MAN. Your prime man hater era would be ashamed.

dokyeomie:3 : im really worried, im coming over, okay? I’m almost there >.< bringing some ice cream too!!! i know ur not asleep yet so pls let’s just talk okay :)

You hear your bell ring and thank god for the fact your roommate was at her parents’ place this weekend- well, not like anything’s going to happen anyway, what would it matter. He didn’t even give you time to change as you open the door in your short pyjama set, and what do you see but crinkly eyed dokyeom with his heart smile which almost makes you want to forget the hell he’s put you through the past 3 months and just kiss him.

“Hi” he says, coming in and setting the ice cream on the table, “let’s eat now before it melts.”

“I don’t feel like eating right now.” You take the plastic bag from his hands and put it in the freezer.

He steps closer to you, and closer, and closer, until there doesn’t seem to be any distance between you and you feel your surroundings closing in, as he towers over you, his sandalwood musk encapsulating you making your heart race, your breath turning erratic and your cheeks a crimson shade like a blushing bride. It truly is so easy for him.

He tucks your hair behind your ear- “y/n what happened, are you mad at me? Whatever it is you can tell me. Just please, talk to me.”

“I was just busy, it’s really nothing. Anyway, you had that girl from your class to keep you from getting bored.”

“Is that what this is about? I got assigned a project with her so we grabbed coffee to discuss how to go about it, it wasn’t anything more I swear.”

“That’s not it.” You turn your face away and head to the couch. Talking about what you feel has always been harder for you, which is why you’ve never had any proper relationships- only casual no strings attached arrangements or situationships.

“What is it then? Please y/n, you can’t just go radio silent for two days. I was so worried about you, talk to me, okay?” he says as he sits beside you on the couch.

“You never asked me out.” You blurt it out so fast its barely comprehensible to him.

“What?”

“You never asked me out. You flirt with me all the time, we text literally all day, and when we don’t its because we’re together at the coffee shop or the library or whatever. My friends call me an idiot, that you’re just toying with me, until you’re bored with me. You’ve never even defined what we are yet, because we sure as hell aren’t friends. Friends don’t act like this- right dokyeomie?”

You looked up to him, doe eyed on the brink of tears as you felt a lump in your throat, a heaviness on your shoulders. He felt horrible.

How was he supposed to know you liked him? He just thought you were being really friendly with him- just like you would be with anyone else, right? Here he was thinking he was the idiot being so hopelessly obsessed with you. He was literally so down bad for you it was kind of pathetic. Once when you had just started talking to him you mentioned you liked glasses, low and behold, he wore glasses every time you saw him. You can’t find the lip gloss you want anywhere? He’s dragging his poor sister with him to every makeup store in the city, trying to find that goddamn lip gloss that seems to be sold out everywhere. And now he feels like shit for making you think that he would just lead you on and leave you when he’s tired of you or something. Fuck. He’s messed up BIG time. And he does the only thing he can think of to make it up to you, FAST.

He leans into you, one hand gripping your jaw while the other brushes against your waist, his face so close you can feel his breathe as your eyes flicker down to his lips as he wets them. Your breath hitches and he can practically hear his heart racing the speed of a bullet train. And just like that, the next thing you know, his lips are against yours engulfing you in a whirlwind of a kiss. Your hand reaches for his chest as he holds you. He kisses you softly yet so messy and passionate it sweeps you off your feet. As you deepen your kiss, he slips his tongue in and a soft whimper leaves your throat. Impatient to gain control he pushes against you in an attempt for dominance and his quick shift in demeanor has you flooding in your pajama shorts. Good thing you sleep without your panties on. 

As your make out session continues to grow more aggressive, you feel him manhandle you over his lap onto his hardening length. Fuck. He feels big, you think as your hips give an experimental grind. He seems impatient as you make out, like he’s trying to make up for the lost time as he tightens his grip on your waist to get you closer to him, and you’re no different- tugging at the collar of his shirt so desperate to be with him.

“I really like you” he whispers between soft open-mouthed kisses. “I really like you I just wasn’t sure you felt the same about me, I’m sorry for making you wait so long baby, let me make it up to you?”

Oh. Your pussy likes the sound of that. It comes out of his mouth in a whisper, as he tries to catch his breath because you might not see it, but he is doing gymnastics to keep up with you and you’re driving him absolutely crazy. Its actually a little unbelievable for him to be making out with the girl he’s been in love with for the past year. He can feel a wet spot forming on his jeans as you leak onto him through your shorts.

“So needy baby, can feel you getting wet just from kissing a bit. You want it that bad?” he chuckles. God, you must look desperate to him but you need him right now because his hands gripping your thighs and yours in his hair drive you insane.

“You made me wait so so long kyeomie, need you, please. Need you to fuck me.” It leaves your throat like a whine making him twitch under you. You don’t care how desperate your pleas sound, because truth be told its all you’ve been picturing for the past 3 months. His hand makes its way to your tits as he cups them from over your thin top. From where he's sitting, you look pathetic and so pliant under his gaze, even though you’re sitting on him. If he knew you were this into him, he would’ve done this much sooner.

“Fuck, don’t worry baby I’ll take good care of you. Lift your arms for me.” He says as he takes off your top and god, he can’t take his eyes off your tits sitting right in front of him. He kisses down your neck and you just smell so fucking good he doesn't want to stop. He recognizes the scent, that vanilla bakery cupcake scent that always lingers on him after you hang out with him, the one he's just so obsessed with. He takes your hardened nipple into his mouth as his hand plays with the other. You moan softly as dokyeom focuses all his attention on your chest. Nibbling and biting and licking, as you keep grinding your hips on him, feeling him getting harder.

“So pretty baby, so pretty just for me.”

“I- I need- need you dokyeom, please? Please I’ll do whatever- whatever you want. Wanna suck you off. Make you feel good. Can I?” you say as you get down on your knees. And oh, it is a sight for him. Something in your eyes changes, he sees them full of lust and desperation, so drunk. This was new for him. Before this, you would always be so shy around him, or anyone for that matter. Never laughing fully at the suggestive jokes your friends made when you all hung out together, just giving a coy smile. Even when you and dokyeom talked, you never reacted to his advances, innocent or suggestive, never reacted to the innuendoes he made, just avoiding eye contact with him. But this new you, he liked her for sure. He would’ve teased you more, but fuck, some other time.

You unbutton his jeans as your hands flutter impatiently and fumble with his zipper, because you quite literally cannot wait a second more.

“Slow down y/n, wait.”

He groans as he lifts his hips to let you lower his jeans. He’s already half hard in his boxers and oh. You have no idea how he’s ever going to fit inside you. You mouth at his boxers and lick at him through them. But he knows, if he lets you do this, he'll come in your mouth in an instant, and he is but a gentleman, and would rather die than to not make you cum first.

“Y/n as much as I would love that, I’ll cum in my pants if you do that, and I’m not gonna let that happen.” He says as he tugs you by your hair to get you up. You pout at him, disappointed he won’t let his dick in your mouth.

“Don’t make that face princess, you can do it next time.” he says as he lifts you in his arms. You gasp as he begins to carry you to your room and throws you on your bed as you rebound on it.

“You like that? Like it when I pick you up and throw you around. I see you staring at my arms all the time baby, don’t think you’re subtle.”

He kisses you again as he pins your hands over your head as makes his way down your body, marking you as he goes along. He reaches you thighs and begins to kiss them softly as he drags his tongue to your tiny shorts and begins to pull them down. And imagine his surprise as he comes face to face with your glistening pretty pussy. He sucks his breath in as he seems to be stuck in a trance.

You’re obsessed with the way his eyes follow your cunt. He looks like a child seeing candy for the first time, and you’re totally here for it. His big hands hold your thighs apart as he lays down between them and looks at your pussy like it has the moon and stars hung in it for him.

“No panties y/n? Fuck didn’t know you were a slut baby, you always act so shy and naïve in front of me, no?” he says as his fingers run against your slit experimentally, circling your entrance teasingly, taking you by surprise causing you to let out a desperate moan.

“I’m- I’m not!” you whine but you sound like even you don’t believe your own words. He’s right after all, isn’t he? You are a slut for him. Why would you be ashamed of it.

“You’re not? Then why are you dripping over all your sheets y/n. Haven’t even done anything yet and you’re trying to hump the air. If you needed me that bad could’ve just asked. Would’ve given you everything. But you wanted to give me the silent treatment. So, I’ll have to punish you baby.”

He smirks as one hand tweaks your nipple while the other dips inside you barely before he pulls it out in an instant. He traces soft patterns on your inner thighs, but every time you buck your hips up, he just moves his hand further away from your center.

“Please kyeomie, touch me.”

“I’m already touching you y/n. You need to be more specific.”

This is torture. You’re literally about to cry.

“In- in me. Your hand- your finger, need it in me.” you say with your face in your hand red with embarrassment.

“No please this time? Where are your manners?”

“Please dokyeom, need your fingers in me!"

Finally, he puts you out of your misery. The finger that was teasing you enters you in one instant. And oh. You are so tight. You feel so full, and its just one finger yet. You don’t know how you’re going to take him in.

“Gripping me like crazy y/n fuck, so fucking tight.”

He slowly moves his hand in and out, curling it and watching it squeeze him, barely fitting him in you. You grip the sheets tightly as he curls his finger and hits your g-spot right where you need it.

“You can barely fit one baby, how are you going to take my cock? Maybe I should just eat you out and make you cum on your fingers and leave it at that.” he says mocking you.

He knows he’s being really cruel, but only because you can take it. Also, you did make him wait so long too, so he deserves to have fun with it.

“No! No, I can take it I- I- promise!”

He chuckles and inserts another finger in, increasing the pace until you’re left gasping for air, a moaning mess. He feels your body tensing up, and leans down to kiss your thighs and whilst driving his fingers in you, making you moan his name over and over again like a prayer. Finally, he presses his thumb against your clit, and makes 8 figures over and over again, agonizing you as the pit in your stomach grows bigger every time you feel his fingers hit your spot.

Suddenly he takes his finger out, making you whine at the loss of contact and your eyes fill with tears because you were just so, so close.

He dives in between your legs licking a long strip up your entrance, the moan you let out is music to his ears, and the way you taste is better than anything he’s ever had. His tongue enters you as he pushes it in and out, and oh the way his nose keeps hitting your clit repeatedly with each motion has you seeing stars. You entangle your hand into his hair pushing yourself into his mouth as he moans.

He makes out with your cunt like a man starved as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. And at this point you have no idea about the words coming out of your mouth, a combination of broken moans and desperate pleas. Your legs are trembling as his big hands hold them apart, tightening his grip on them like he’s chasing his own high because you keep trying to close them with every brush of his nose against your clit.

“Please dokyeom, please I- I’m gonna- oh my god, I need to cum!”

“Yeah? Can feel you clenching baby. It’s okay, you’ve been so good, you can cum.”

And that’s all it takes. You feel the pressure in your stomach building up and the knot finally snaps as he hums against you and you break with a loud cry, your back arching and your hands pulling his hair. A euphoric feeling takes over your body as your legs going numb, and your mind in a hazy state with your eyes going dark, your back covered in sweat and your face so hot. There is only pleasure running throughout you but dokyeom doesn’t stop even as your cum covers his mouth dragging his tongue against your core as you come down from your high, until you’re gasping his name like it’s the only thing you remember.

When he looks up, it’s a sight to see; hair all messy, lips glossy, chin dripping with you and a hunger in his eyes like you’ve never seen before. He comes up and captures you in a kiss so deep you taste yourself on him. You never thought a someone eating you out would be this hot, but dokyeom has a way to keep you guessing.

“You’ve made such a mess baby, and you say you’re not a slut. What will I do with you hmm?”

There is something so demeaning about you being completely bare and vulnerable, withering under him, while he stays clothed. It’s like a fucking power trip for him, makes him feel fully in control of you, and oh does that make him so hard. Now that he’s gotten a taste, he doesn’t think he can stop.

“Take off- take- take it off” you say tugging on the collar of his shirt. Even you have no idea what incomprehensible nonsense is coming out of your mouth at this point, you’re just so drunk on him. He sits up taking off shirt and pants and you keep yourself from moaning out loud when you look at him. He looks so big. Not just beneath his boxers but him entirely, he looks so big. He notices your eyes travelling from his chest to his arms, trying to take it all in at once as if you would never have this chance again.

He finally takes off his boxers and you think you’re in love. His dick looks so pretty, his tip a slightly dark shade of pink curved a bit and veiny, you just don’t know how to explain it. He spits on his hand and pumps it in his hand and now that he’s fully hard, you have no idea how he’s going to fit in you.

“Like what you see baby? But your pussy is so tiny, how’s is going to fit?” he says as he brings his hands to your sides, running his hands all over your body. He pouts but you know he’s talking shit to tease you.

You reach up desperate for a kiss but he just kisses your cheek instead, “please, I need you to fuck me so bad kyeom, I can take it! I promise, just give it to me.”

He chuckles darkly, and this is so embarrassing for you but fuck it, who cares. “You beg so well baby, makes me wanna give you everything you ask for.”

He grabs your waist and turns you on your stomach in an instant, raising your hips to meet his, and smacks your ass hard, making you almost jump in surprise. Him manoeuvring you into being on your arms and knees was honestly such a turn on, but you know if you let him know that, you’ll let go of the tiny piece of dignity that you hopefully have left, so you settle for pushing your ass back into him making him groan.

“Condom baby?”

“In my drawer but no! no condom just, want to feel you.” you beg.

Fuck. You’re going to be the death of him. You were going to let him hit raw? Now he truly regrets not doing this earlier, but you’re not thinking clearly and he can’t take the risk no matter how much you make him want to.

“Sorry princess, but we can’t take the risk, some other time, okay?”

You groan, you hate him actually. Who gives us the opportunity to get in raw, you think to yourself as you hand him the condom.

You hear him slide it on and pump himself, “you’re so wet y/n, I might just slide in.” he says as he taps his dick on your clit making you moan. He runs his tip up and down your slit collecting your wetness, and pushes it in just so he's barely stretching you.

“I’ll take it slow okay, I promise.” He says as he grabs you by your hair and pulls you near him to kiss you on your cheek. His hands find home on your hips as he grabs them tightly, pushing himself in one inch at a time, easing you on, making you almost scream. As he bottoms out, he lets out a moan and so do you, feeling so full of him, because oh my god the stretch is like you've never felt before.

“So warm baby, so soft, cunt gripping me so good it doesn’t want me to leave I think.”

“Fuck dokyeom feel so full, I love it, please move.” You say as you beg him for the hundredth time for the night. And apparently that was all he needed to hear as he begins to drill into you sliding in and out mercilessly, slapping your ass every now and then. He fills you so good because its such a tight fit, and god does he love it. You are now left a mess under him, no thoughts in your head, just a chant leaving your mouth as you scream his name over and over.

“It’s that good baby? Or are you just too cockdrunk to think? Fuck, pussy so good it’s gonna milk the fuck outta me.” He moans as he tries to keep up with the unbelievable pace he’s set. His hand moves down your stomach as he toys with your clit from behind, making you see stars.

“You look so good like this y/n, all spread out for me. Makes me want to remember this forever, you’re gonna let me record this ass next time baby?”

All you can do is nod since you have no energy left in you to respond to him.

“Such a pillow princess, can’t even answer a simple question, need me to do all the work for you, hmm? It’s okay though, you don’t have to do anything, just sit pretty for me and I’ll take care of you.”

His grip on your ass tightens and his hand’s movement at your clit fastens as you feel him approaching his high, his strokes getting deeper yet sloppier and you wish he wasn’t wearing a condom so that he could fill you to the brim. At this point he too, like you- was an incoherent mess, because your pussy just feels like heaven to him, and he doesn’t think he can hold out any longer.

“Fuck! I’m so close dokyeom! I- i- fuck right there! Right there! Wanna cum so bad, can I- can I cum? Please, oh!” you scream with all the strength you have left.

“Ah, me too baby, fuck good girl, always such a good girl, asking for permission. You can cum princess, cum for me.”

And that’s all it takes for you to crash into the bed with a loud moan as your arms give out, your pussy clenching around him as he fills the condom. Your chest heaving and a buzzing sound in your ear, you have no idea of your surroundings as dokyeom continues to twitch inside you, finally taking his dick out after what feels like eternity. You whine at the feeling of emptiness, feeling yourself gape due to the lack of him as he crashes besides you out of breath. You turn your face to him as he softly kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you.

After you both clean up, you lay on your new clean sheets wrapped around him as he caresses your hair.

“I’m sorry I was an idiot for not making it clear I like you sooner, I’ll take you out on a proper date later this week, okay?”

“mhm okay, but just so you know kyeomie, I don’t put out on first dates.”

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ᯓ “IN YOUR WILDEST

DREAMS.” ۶ৎ

“he’s so tall, and handsome as hell, he’s so bad, but he does it so well.” (TAYLOR SWIFT.)

BY @MZLLSIT!!! ᥫ᭡

PAIRING. hwang in-ho & fem!reader.

FANDOM. squid game (seasontwo.) ꪆৎ

T!W. shameless smut. porn with plot. angst. blowjobs. slight age difference. gagging. rough oral sex. violence. blood. slight manipulative in-ho?? (not as bad as it sounds.)

GENRE. smut, slight fluff?

“PART TWO OF ‘SAID YOU’RE A WILD

MUSTANG’ AS REQUESTED!!!!

(I SUGGEST READING ^ FIRST AS THE PLOT WOULD MATCH UP EASIER FOR YOU!!!

SUMMARY. ᝰ.ᐟ the day following yours and in-ho’s small.. ‘interaction’ left you feeling hopeless as you found that he had been avoiding you since the second he left you vulnerable in that bathroom. a million questions spiralled in your head to what possibly could be the reason he was acting so stubborn and hell, did you want your answers. taking matter into your own hands, you cornered in-ho into giving you the answers you want and deserve.. until you found yourself in a rather.. sticky situation?

!!!!AUTHORS NOTE!!!!! . . . in this fanfic i twisted up the story a smudge and basically removed the whole last scene of the rebellion and replaced it with the aftermath of the night games and the players making their way up toward their 4th game just so this story would kinda like make sense bruh??? and on another note the comments left on my last post were so supportive istg my ego is through the roof yall i love it. also, im thinking of writing a story with the love interest being sangwoo cuz hes been my man since day one guys. lmk who u want to see me write about next and thank you so much for all your support!!!!!!!! ᥫ᭡

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the hours following after the blood bath that erupted amongst the players felt as though they could last a million lifetimes. you watched as the pink covered guards entered the room with those obnoxious boxes, plush and dark with a taunting pink bow on the top just to add another “fuck you” to the players about their power while they scrooped up the bodies of the dead.

blood seemed to be on every surface your eyes could catch, the floor, walls, even the beds as you watched a guard carry a limp body of a woman who’s stomach was mutilated and open for all to see, her eyes fluttered shut to show she probably was attacked in her sleep. you couldn’t help but feel bile rise in the back of your throat at the scene, swallowing the acid back down to your stomach with a trembling lip. how can anyone be so fucking inhumane?

yet while you fought away your vomit, your eyes pinned onto a familiar body who was being carried into a box. nam-yu’s wide, dead eyes felt as though they were following your live ones as they lowered him into the box. instantly your mind snapped to the memory of in-ho puncturing the metal pole in through his heart and feeling his warm, crimson blood drip along down your face before his body collapsed ontop of you. this time, your final view of the man who tried to end your life was left with a hole through his body and his head tilted up to stare at the ceiling as they slid the lid of the box over his body.

and yet the man who saved your life seemed to have removed himself from it completely as he sat in the same corner with gi-hun, jung-bae and the rest of their alliance, his eyes staring at the ground with what looked like guilt but with feeling your eyes on him, he tilted his own to look back at you for a short moment which made your heart rattled against your chest before his attention was quickly yanked away as jung-bae opened his mouth to talk.

so here you sat across the room, feeling like a crumb that was kicked under the carpet, longed to be forgot about. not even an hour ago he was staring up at you from between your legs like you were a prized antique, fragile and precious and made to be cherished. now here he is, running a firm hand through his messy hair, not daring to look in your direction. how man like of him.

biting the flesh from under your finger nails you sat a few bunk beds away from your group while the x’s stayed firm in their side of the room but this time each of the sides were down by far more numbers and looked slightly more frightened than ever before.

“hey. .” a soft voice came and dragged you out of your thoughts as you turned your head at the sound of your name. player 120 looked down at you softly, hands tightly at her side to try not to spook you. “my god, i thought you were dead.” she whispered a little breathlessly as she smiled a sweet smile she knew you needed yet you could tell she was more than thrilled to see your face alive and well.

cho-hyun ji her name was, she was someone you stuck along side with during all of the games you played. she and her group recruited you to be theirs during the second game where you shocked your group with your skill of spinning top. to be honest, despite your angered shape it was more than soothing to see such a kind and comforting face after everything.

“come, sit with us.” slowly and carefully she brought her hand up to settle on your shoulder yet not firmly enough to scare you or pressure you.

your eyes were brought to the group who you found to be staring back at you with a smile, player 222, she held her large belly with one hand yet her other tapped the spot next to her, signalling you to sit. gi-hun, the leader you supposed also offered a kind smile toward your way where as in-ho’s dark eyes stared in way you couldn’t quiet put your tongue on. lust? anger? guilt? who knows, instead you took hyun-ji’s hand and followed her over to the rest of the group and ignored the fiery feeling in your stomach.

“ah-haha! there she is!” jung-bae called out from his seat on the stairs and before you could even respond he pulled you into a tight, suffocating embrace, his plump arms patting your back while he chuckled. “we thought we lost you for a second there!” you laughed kindly at the groups relief of seeing your face again and as jung-bae released his bear grip on you, from over his shoulder you caught eyes with in-ho, a strand of his dark hair fell over his eyes which looked like they darkened in colour at the view of you two, and fuck, did it make your stomach sink.

after your small reunion with the group you finally took your seat inbetween player 222 and gi-hun, who affirmed your nervousness with a warm smile yet you could see the pain from behind his eyes as he quickly returned his attention back toward the conversation jung-bae and his marine friend were bantering about. you guessed they were probably trying to make the best out of a bad situation judging by how deflated and scared most of you seemed.

your mind blurred with whatever conversation was happening amongst your friends and instead your eyes pinned to stare at the pink, square guards that stood at the metal double doors, then stared to in-ho, then back to the guards. what correlation did this man have with them? because hell, theres no way they would’ve opened that door even if you pleaded with your whole life and still they allowed him with you at his side to slide away from death and into heavens gates? it made no sense to you at all. and why was it so easy for him to act as though nothing between you had even happened not even a few hours ago when it was eating you up from the inside not to scream in his face.

maybe im overreacting? you thought. anyone in this room is just as desperate for sex, he probably saw you in that bathroom as a stress reliever, a one ‘night’ stand that he could easily slip away from with no feelings attached? sure, it made sense, but nor did it stop the way you felt towards him and it definitely did not make sense on how easily those guards let him live. this man has power, and nobody else knows about it.

and you were going to find out what is was, even if it costs you your life.

. . . .

“attention all players, the next game will commence shortly. please make your way toward the game hall!�� the ai voice called from the several speakers around the room to which everyone began to shakily rise from their spots, making their way to the now opened doors.

“any idea on what the next games could be?” you heard jung-bae ask gi-hun, to which gi-hu replied with a tight shrug, assuring that the games have changed since the last time he played and that it was completely out of his power. gi-hun was kind and definitely did not deserve all that was racking on his shoulders, besides, he was a good man with a good heart.

you stuck behind the crowd, following tightly behind hyun-ji while the rest of your group walked through the doors to where the bright colours of the spiralled hallways illuminated and burnt your eyes. in-ho followed closely behind you, alone, and you could practically feel the way his eyes burnt holes at the back of your head. this was your opportunity.

hyun-ji chatted alongside player 246, making their way hastily up the stairs while you shortened your steps, slowing your legs down down and listening quietly to in-ho behind, who’s steps were beginning to match your pace.

waiting until you were out of sight, you twisted your head around to face in-ho behind you before using all your strength to pull and yank him up against the wall, anger lacing your eyes. even though you were at an advantage, his height still towered over you, like he could swallow you whole as he stared down at you, grinning. you felt vulnerable at how beautiful he looked pinned against a wall, keeping his eyes calm and settled on you, hair messy and scattered along his relaxed features.

“mm, little girl finally found her strength, yeah?” his tone was glazed sweetly like honey with a hint of sarcasm laced on his tongue as he took the view of you, knitted eyebrows, hair pulled back into a loose bun as you panted harshly with your hand tight against his chest, trying to keep him still.

“youve been avoiding me.” your chest heaved, staring into his souls with attempted anger yet a slight glisten of lust shimmer behind your eyes. the way you had him pinned reminded you of how he had you in that bathroom, pretty face buried between your legs and eating you out like a man starved of thirst. it sent your thighs to clench just at the thought.

“i have reasons.” his tongue poked on the inside of his cheek, the nerves in his jaw clenched for a moment yet he never broke eye contact or even tried to move out of your grip.

“oh yeah? what reasons, cause i sure as hell know theres something up with you.” you gripped his shirt harder under your shaking hands, yanking his shirt forward in attempt to gain your dominance. he laughed. right in your fucking face, soft and innocent but fuck did it damage your ego.

“reasons that don’t concern you, sweetheart.” the nickname rolled on his tongue in a way that sent butterflies to spiral in the pit of your stomach and your cheeks to flush in a soft pink colour. “now, are we going to do this the nice way, or my way.”

now it was your turn to laugh, cocking an eyebrow and yanking his shirt tighter toward you so his face was inches from yours. “you don’t fucking scare me, in-ho.” you spat, face now laced with seriousness as you stood you firm ground.

“well, so be it.” he shrugged firmly before his hand wrenched around your wrist and yanking it behind your back in a split second. crying out in pain, he shoved your back against him to where your ass pressed firmly against his front while his other hand wrapped around your mouth to muffle your yells. your free arm clawed and slapped against the arm that quietened you yet his strength overpowered yours so easily.

“why’d you have to be so difficult, hm?” his lips were so close to your ear lobe that his hot breath ticked against the plush of your neck.

“fuck you..” you whispered out from a shaky breath, feeling embarrassed at how quickly the tables turned in just a few seconds. then, he chuckled again, but instead this one came out darker.

“as you wish.” he whispered into the crook of your neck before grabbing both your wrists with one hand and used his other to yank the door handle behind him that his back pressed against, shoving you both inside.

the first thing that caught your eye was the long walk way and how nearly every material of the room was covered in gold decor, walls covered in black paint with shelves of whiskey and liquor that probably dated back to centuries ago sat behind a glass case while in the centre sat a large tv half the size of the room. on the screen played footage of the players still walking up the stairs to the game, in front sat a plush, leather couch with a side table that had a half drank glass of bourbon ontop. next to that sat a mask, yet it was different from the one the guards wore and it made your skin tingle.

yet your wondering eyes were stopped in their tracks as in-ho pressed himself tighter against your lower back before leading you forward through the walkway, his breathe tickling softly against your skin.

“you’re shaking.” he spoke against your pulse point in your neck, still pining your wrist behind you as he walked you like a fucking dog toward the plush sofa to where he brought you round to the front. slowly, his long fingers trailed up your body, not once letting his lips leave your skin as he practically inhaled your scent. eventually they landed on your clothed shoulder before he pressed down on it for you to lower yourself down on your knees.

fuck. you tried to swallow the lump that grew in your throat as you sat on your knees in front of him, watching as he man spread out before you, arms resting behind him while he stared down at you with that same fucking smirk that made you clench your legs.

“who are you working fo—“ the words muffled your throat before you were shoved face first into his crotch, feeling his hard erection through the material of his joggers. he rubbed your cheek against the bulge in his trousers and you swore you heard a small, whiny hum from his lips.

“shh.. why don’t you use that pretty mouth of yours for a greater good, hm?” his large palm petted the back of your head, stroking you like you were a soft animal as you swallowed the gathering saliva that gathered anxiously in your mouth. “do me well and ill answer any questions you have for me, sweetheart. deal?”

you nodded your chin up and down as you slowly edged your finger to the waist band of his tracksuit bottoms, pulling them slowly with shaking fingers. feeling your trembling touch, in-ho brought a warm palm to your cheek, thumb running comfortingly over the scar left under your eye as his eyes glistened beautifully under the gold lighting. and shit, you swore you get sticky just at his touch.

“mhm, just like that.” he coed down at you quietly, treating you as precious that if he spoke to loud you would shatter like a piece of glass. being validated by him was a drug you never knew you needed, and hell, were you addicted. cautiously, you began pulling at his clothes again until they were down to his thighs, leaving him in a pair of calvin kline boxer briefs. hot and ironic, judging his rich scent you werent exactly surprised to see them with his large bulge staring back at you.

for a moment, you looked up at him to where he was already staring back down at you, palm still cupping your cheek as he gave a gentle nod of approval before your finger tips brushed at the elastic top of his pants as softly yanking them down. fuck.

his size practically made your mouth gape open slightly, your wide eyes taking in the mouthwatering sight. a baby pink tip beaded and glistened with pre-cum while a pretty vein ran along the side of his cock, starting from his base and traveling the full way to the tip. you gulped at his girth, fantasising at how perfectly he could satisfyingly fill you up against this fucking couch.

“please.” he mumbled, sounding breathless already and slightly needy as he took one hand to gather your soft hair into a ponytail before shoving your head down harshly on his cock, forcing his tip to stab against the back of your throat which made your eyes fill with tears as you choked.

bobbing your head up and down, your lips wrapped around his large girth perfectly while your palms sat firm on either side of his thighs for support. the sounds leaving his mouth were like they were sent from heaven, breathless and desperate, almost enough to make you cum there and then. his fingers interlinked with the roots on your hair, tugging on the strands.

bringing yourself up from his cock, you admired the way it glistened with your saliva as you caught your breath. for a moment, you looked up to capture the view of this man, his head tilted back as his adams apple bobbed in his throat while his eyes wrenched shut. he was fucking beautiful and vulnerable while you sat in between his legs, it made you want to suck him dry until he cried out your name to stop.

gently, you leaned you head back down to his tip, using your tongue to kitten lick around the base to taste the sweetness of his pre-cum. this caused in-ho to grip at your hair painfully, letting out a deep groan at the way you teased his sensitive tip.

“who do you work for?” you whispered against his length and you swore you felt it twitch between your hand as you used one to work at the base of his cock while your tongue remained along his tip, licking long stripes.

“i dont work for nobody.” he grumbled from the couch, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, his chest heaving slightly at how beautifully you worked and treated him. “what makes you think i do, hm?”

“during the night those guards just—“ you gripped on the meat of his thigh as he shoved your mouth back down on his cock, making you gag out loudly against him which sent shivers down his spine at the vibration. tears battled behind your eyes at the burning that began to ride in the back of your throat yet his cock continued to thrust harsher and deeper between your lips.

you couldn’t even breathe against him, yet he couldn’t give less of a shit as he continued to shove his dick balls deep in your snappy mouth that got you in this position in the first place. sucking and gagging along his cock felt euphoric for you, even leaving your panties wet with your slick yet you attempted to cross your legs at the uncomfortable, sticky feeling that grew in between them.

squeezing on his thighs, you felt hot tears stream from your cheeks while your mouth battled with the roughness of his thrusts as he fucked your mouth vigorously. soon enough, your knees bucked at the way he twitched in your mouth before his warm cum coated every surface of your mouth, filling you up completely.

“fuck..” he panted harshly, letting go of the grip of hair he held to look down at you with your mouth full of cum. your lips were puffy and pink while your cheeks stained with tears as you swallowed harshly, his taste leaving a sweet tingle on your tongue. then, he took your face in with hand hand, lifting your chin up to look at him as he squeezed both sides of your cheeks between his fingers.

“look at me when i talk to you.” he grunted down at you, fluttering your eyelashes to look at his face with your glossy eyes as you sniffled slightly. taking one hand, he wiped a drip of cum from the crease of your lips before tugging at your hair to open your mouth. sliding his thumb between your lips, you licked of the residue with the warmth of your tongue, then softly he removed it with a short pop.

“you’re a smart girl, yeah? but not smart enough to understand what danger you have put yourself in.” his tone was gentle, yet his words made your heart thump wildly against your chest. the fuck does that mean? you wanted to ask, yet you chewed on your tongue to not do so.

“i dont.. understand?” you almost choked on your words, eyebrows knotting into a thrown as you felt just as clueless as before, yet this time with a slight bit of your dignity stripped judging by the fact you had to suck off a potentially dangerous stranger because you were curious.. well, not just that. but still, he had your mind lopped in confusion thats for sure.

“i don’t expect you to, sweetheart.” he coed, twirling your soft hair between his finger tips while his other still remained on keeping your chin up at him. “but, please, understand this.”

slowly, he lowered his head down toward yours, brushing his thumb along the softness of your bottom lip. in-ho stopped to trace his lips along your ear lobe, nibbling at the soft skin before opening his mouth to whisper upon it. “if anyone even dares to hurt you, i promise ill chop off every single one of their fingers and serve them to you on a silver platter.” he chuckled against your neck, licking a nipping at the skin as he felt you tremble bellow him.

“with their head as dessert.” he growled in your ear, violence and threat slashed on his tongue while he used his spare arm to scoop you up from the plush carpet floor and into the warmth of his lap. “do you understand that?”

“yes.” your bottom lip trembled and eyes widened with the seriousness of his tone, and fuck did he mean every word of it. nor did you hesitate to believe him either, taking your hands to wrap around the back of his neck and rest your chin into the crook of his neck, inhaling the expensive scent he let off.

“thats my girl.”

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wind down | l.mk

🎧 all mine . brent faiyaz

☆ mark x reader

⋆ 18+ mdni!

⋆ word count! 1.5k

⋆ request? ✓

oneshot, nonidol!mark, afab!reader, bf!mark, softdom!mark, sub! reader, unprotected sex, a bit of dirty talk, praise, brief cumplay, mark is so so good to reader :(, creampie, fluff, use of pet names (baby), porn no plot...

synopsis. both you and your boyfriend had a long day at work, so you decide to wind down together..

likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!!

author note: i’ve been wanting to write for mark since foreverrrr!! finally here 🥹🙏 i tried to incorporate fluff and smut as per the request—im not sure how i feel about it but hopefully you like it anon, thank u for requesting<3

i apologize if there is any mistakes, this isn't proof read and english isn't my first language. enjoy!! ><

The door shut with a soft thud, the only sound indicating that Mark was back from work. It was already the late evening, his schedules having run a bit later than anticipated. He was tired, you were tired—both of you were tired after an exhausting work day.

You peaked up from the couch, watching him silently as he took off his shoes and dropped his work bag somewhere. You could see the tiredness etched on his face, the tension in his shoulders—and honestly, he looked as good as ever even like this.

He notices you staring and offers you a small smile, walking up to you and taking the space next to you on the couch. He sighs and pulls you in his lap without a word, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply.

You smile softly to yourself and play with his hair as he holds you close—basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Evenings like this were common between you and Mark—nights where both of you were too tired to do anything, just wanting the comfort of each other presence.

You stay like that for a while—at one point you even think he fell asleep, his breathing steady against your neck and his limbs unmoving if it wasn’t for his tightening grip around your waist. He mumbles something against your neck, his lips brushing your delicate skin though you can’t quite hear what he said.

“Hmm?” you pull back just slightly, gently cupping his face in your hands, “What was that, baby?” you ask him, voice just above a whisper.

He leans into your touch, a small tired smile on his lips as he mumbles again, “I missed you.”

You smile and brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead, “Mmm, I missed you too.”

He sighs and his hands start to wander up and down your sides soothingly, “You’re so pretty, (Y/N)..”

“I look horrible, Mark.” you laugh, knowing your appearance was a bit disheveled from the long day you just had.

He hums absentmindedly, hands coming to find your face and pulling you in for a sweet kiss. “Still pretty.”

You sigh, letting him have his way before pressing your lips against his once more.

Your lips move against each other, soft and lazy at first before slowly growing more passionate by the second.

His hands run through your hair before cupping your face and pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. He pushes his tongue in between your lips, a satisfied moan leaving him as your tongues meddle with each other.

As the kiss deepens, his hands start to wander as well, finding solace on your waist in a possessive grip—pulling you impossibly closer. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and you can feel his hardening erection pressing against you as the intensity of the moment escalates.

His hips buck a bit, grinding his hardening length against you, a low moan escaping his throat. His hands slide down to your ass, gripping you tightly.

His kisses become more heated, more desperate—all the pent up stress from his day coming out with his rushed movements and you bite your lip at his eagerness.

He bites down gently on your neck, sucking a bit to leave a hickey—his hands squeezing your ass. He's so hard now that it's uncomfortable, and he knows he needs to be inside you soon.

Without breaking the kiss, he stands up suddenly, ignoring the ache in his calves from the intense hours spent in rehearsal—carrying you with him.

Mark drops you onto the bed, careful not to hurt you. His eyes are dark with lust and frustration from his long day as he climbs over you. "I need you, baby, please." He whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

"You have me, Markie." you whisper back, hand caressing his cheek and that's all he needs—

He gently pushes your legs apart, and quickly makes work of his pants, freeing his thick, hard length.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches you removing your sleep shorts and panties, revealing your bare pussy. He groans a bit at the sight of you spread out before him, so ready and waiting for his cock.

"Fuck, baby, so wet already," he rasps, voice thick with need as he brings a hand to your core, running a finger down your folds and pushing his thumb in your aching hole—before pulling back and bringing his thumb to your lips, smearing your arousal on your bottom lip. "Open,"

You do—letting him push his digit in your mouth and swirling your tongue around it just like you know he wants. He groans, both satisfied and aroused at the sight.

He pulls his hand away and replaces his finger with his tongue. "I need you now, baby, I can't wait.." he whispers against your lips.

And you know you can't resist your boyfriend—not when he's whispering those filthy words so sweetly against your skin. Not that you'd deny him any way.

"I want you," you assure him, fingers playing with his hair.

Mark pulls back, gripping himself tightly, giving his cock a few hard strokes before positioning himself at your entrance.

"I love you" he whispers softly, barely audible before pushing inside you in one swift motion—his thick length filling you completely. He lets out a low moan, his head falling back as he savors the feeling of being inside you again.

He starts moving his hips immediately, thrusting into you with hard slow strokes. "Fuck, I missed this pussy,"

You whine a bit and clench involuntarily at his dirty words.

Mark starts slow at first, giving long, hard thrusts that hit deep inside you. But as his arousal grows, his patience runs thin. He picks up the pace slamming into you faster and harder. His balls slapping against your ass with each thrust—nasty sounds filling the room.

"Fuck, baby, so good," he rasps, "missed this, missed you." He leans down to capture your lips into a deep, searing kiss.

You moan against his mouth, doing your best to kiss him back as he continues his unrelentless thrusts. "M-missed you t-too— Fuck, Mark—!"

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he thrusts into you mercilessly. He buries his face in your chest, muffling his loud groans. He's so close already, the stress and tension from his day making him feel like he might explode any second.

Despite his own impending release, he manages to slow down his pace momentarily, focusing on hitting that spot inside you that drives you wild. His fingers dig into your hips as he grinds against you, desperately trying to make you cum before he loses control.

You let out a breathless moan, back arching as he hits your sweet spot just right.

He feels you clench around him as he hits that perfect spot inside you over and over again—one of his hand coming down to rub your clit in firm circles, knowing exactly how to touch you to get you there. His own cock twitches inside you as he feels your orgasm approaching.

After a few more thrusts and the extra attention to your clit you throw your head back and moan loudly as you reach your climax—your pussy tightening around him like a vice.

A low moan leaves his lips at the feel of your walls clamping around his length and starts fucking into you again, hips snapping to yours with no restraint, chasing his own orgasm.

His thrust become desperate and erratic—burying himself to the hilt inside you. "Fuck, gonna c-cum, baby—"

He buries his face in your neck as he finally reaches his peak with one hard, final thrust. His cock pulses inside you, shooting hot ropes of cum deep in your overstimulated pussy.

He keeps thrusting through his orgasm—your body shuttering, hands clenching the sheets tightly as he draws out every last drop. "Fuck.. fuck.." he pants heavily against your shoulder.

Then he pulls back to look at you, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his lips. He remains buried deep inside you, feeling his cock twitch with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, "Are you okay, baby?" he asks softly.

You offer him a hum and a small nod—a small, tired smile of your own playing on your lips.

He leans down to kiss your forehead softly, cock still buried inside you. He knows you must be exhausted, so he doesn't move too much, giving you time to recover.

After a moment, he pulls out slowly, feeling his cum leak out of you but he doesn't care—he lets his body weight slowly settle on top of yours, mindful not to crush you as he nuzzles his face in your neck and presses a soft kiss to your collarbone.

His voice is low and gentle as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, praising you and the way you make him feel. "So good, baby, so perfect, just for me." He mumbles against you. "Mmm, love you so much.."

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hiii, can u do nam-gyu x fem reader in the games but as DARK FREAKY EVIL SMUT oneshot into eventual ANGST 👹 ur writing is so good and beautiful and i esp rlly like how u do angst 🫶🏼 You WILL deliver (rip my heart out and stomp on it, pls & ty) 🙏

an: genie does as you wish..... you shall be delivered a wild dark freaky smut as the first course and for dessert a nice angst to REALLYYY rip ur heart out!! but THANK U SO MUCH for ur compliments i really appreciate it especially because i thought my angst writing sucked hahaa, enjoy ^^

since i was given pretty much entirely creative freedom i ran with this one and im so happy this story really let me improve on my angst writing, i think this is one of my best so far!

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SMUT + ANGST!

tw: dead dove do not eat, begins with smut without plot, ends in angst, knife-play, dubcon, blood-play, sucking blood, overstimulation, p in v, dom!nam-gyu, sub!reader, sexual sadism, dacryphilia, spanking, hairpulling, creampie, hybristophilia, begging, oral (m receiving).

wc: 3.4k

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You wailed, holding onto the walls of the stall Nam-Gyu was currently pounding the life out of you in. His fingers pinched your nipples, twisting them in ways so painful it made you forget who you were.

To be honest, you weren't really sure how you got in this position. Sure, you had taken a liking to Nam-Gyu after he had so selflessly saved your ass so many times, so you were obligated to let him fuck you so hard you couldn't breathe.

Your head was relentlessly pounding against the brick wall behind you, and the small blood droplets forming on the top of the toilet Nam-Gyu had you pinned over made him hornier, angrier, and rougher. Like an animal in heat, your hips bucked up against Nam-Gyu in a violent rhythm. Your hands slid up under the back of his tee shirt, gliding along the sweat-sleek skin. His lips left your mouth, wetly kissing and biting his way down the other side of your neck.

Tension was building up deep in your core, and the shivers that sailed down your spine from his kisses made it tighter and tighter, until his mouth closed on your nipple and it broke,

"G-Gah! Nam-Gyu!~" You whined out. You felt the vibration of his groan on your breast, feeling your walls clench around him as he continued thrusting into you. The overstimulation made your pussy throb and swell, only heightening the sweet and savoury feeling Nam-Gyu had.

"S-Stop..! Too much!" You begged, though your groans and hips jutting upward spoke otherwise. He grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to face him. Flashing you a sadistic smile, he wrapped your hair around his calloused hands into a ponytail and yanked your head back.

“Mmm, Y/N,” Nam-Gyu moaned in an unexpectedly low growl. And, surprisingly, it was music to your ears; you loved the way it rolled off his tongue as he winced at you, the way his voice sounded, the fact that it was your name that he was saying. Even the way his voice seemed to quake. It made you tighten up around him as your face turned a lovely shade of pink.

As your orgasm subsided, a wave of renewed passion crested within you and you pushed your body hard against him, your hand flailing toward his arm, him that you wanted to be on top. Without your bodies parting, Nam-Gyu picked you up, sitting down on the toilet, dick still engraved in your hole. You gave him a wild grin and sat up, wiggling yourself down onto him as far as possible. His eyes closed and his jaw twitched at the sensation, letting out a grunt as you set a new rhythm, grinding and bouncing yourself against him.

“Im going to torture every last inch of you.” 

You don't see that Nam-Gyu has a dull make-shift knife in his hand. He had placed it in the stall's trashcan so it couldn't be found until this very moment.

A sharp, piercing sensation starts over your left nipple and you scream out loudly, only for it to be covered by the large and rough hand of Nam-Gyu that you'd much rather have in your hole, curling and rolling in you. The pain felt good with the stimulation of his cock, and you finds yourself writhing against his hands, trying to find some way of release. This earns another cut from Nam-Gyu, this time over your right nipple. Your tears begin streaming down your face, awakening another side in Nam-Gyu he didn't know he had.

"Fuck, keep crying like that, baby.."

Your own pussy is pulsing intensely once again from Nam-Gyu's feral moans. They come from deep within his throat and elicit shivers down your neck. 

“Quit being naughty, Y/N/N, or I'll cut you harder."

“Gyu, please..” 

"If you don't listen, I guess I'll just have to punish you."

Nam-Gyu lifted you off his dick, a relief yet an inconvenience as the pain you had felt previously was just beginning to subside with the irreplaceable feeling of pleasure hitting your core from his dick.

Now, you were bent over, hands holding yourself up against the stall door. Nam-Gyu was stood behind you, rubbing his cock around your vagina's entrance from behind. But, instead of pounding himself into you,

SLAP!

As he began to massage your behind, Nam-Gyu murmured, “Do you know why I’m doing this?”

“I don’t know why you possibly would,” You replied, voice oozing with desperation to please the man you're sure you'd end up dying for.

“Because you’ve been acting like this. Disobedient. Talking back. You’re going to get ten spanks, and you’re going to count them for me. We’re going to start light, okay?” Nam-Gyu grinned innocently, though the two of you knew there would be nothing light. You gulped and nodded, quavering slightly.

Nam-Gyu gave a light tap to your rear with the back of his large hand.

“One.” You counted, almost casually. Was he really going to be that light?

In response, Nam-Gyu gave you a little swat, not yet enough to hurt, per say, just sting a little.

“Two,” You muttered, sounding distinctly confused by his softness.

Another swat, now harder, and you winced slightly.

“Three.”

This time it was a smack that left your rear tingling even after the pain was gone.

“Four,” You mumbled, still sounding wretched at the mere thought of disappointing your Nam-Gyu.

Unconvinced that you'd learned your lesson, Nam-Gyu snapped his wrist again, this time so hard you swore you felt goosebumps raise and pinches of blood to rise in your ass.

“Five.”

“Halfway there, baby,” Nam-Gyu drawled, and struck once more, much harder this time, a red handprint left on your cheek that Nam-Gyu hoped and prayed would stay forever.

With a high whine and the arch of your back, you hissed, “Six.”

Nam-Gyu bit his lip, seeing the precum dripping from his dick. How unfair of you to make him wait to shove his cock in you and cum inside your sweet insides with this punishment?

Without another word, his dick was inside of you again, knife still gripped tightly in the hand that wasn't busy spanking you. Nam-Gyu physically restrained himself from shoving that shank deep into your neck, something you should truly be grateful for.

Nam-Gyu's murmuring and moans get louder. This time it's a desperate pant and he knows its high time to provide you and himself with a second release. With one fluid motion, Nam-Gyu throws the knife to the side and fucks you mercilessly, his veiny, thick, cock stabbing your insides just as he wished his knife would. His shaft goes all the way in, sliding in with a lewd shlurp. You let out an almost pornographic like moan as Nam-Gyu rocks into you. His fingers claw into your S/C thighs, leaving red marks. 

“Fuck!” You cry out as Nam-Gyu slams you down onto his dick. A white substance shoots out of you, Nam-Gyu now scissoring your insides with his fingers and cock, your milky cum coating his fingertips as blood drips down from your nipples and head.

“Fuck, baby, I'm almost there...just a few more...ngh!”

You cry out in unison as Nam-Gyu's cum fills your hole. Semen drips down the your legs as he pulls out, your knees wobbly as he supports you with his knee between your thighs, unintentionally continuing your overstimulation. Nam-Gyu laughs, throwing his head back at the sight in front of him, before sucking on your wounded nipples. If your blood were to be his last meal, he wouldn't have it any other way.

۫ ꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ

It was the jump rope game. After the first time you had sex with Nam-Gyu, you finally felt like everything was okay. You had him by your side. It was all you needed. Of course, you were 100% oblivious to the objectifying stares he would give you, wanting to just fuck you in front of everyone without a care in the world, picturing his dick in you as a triangle guard shot you both for your indecency. It was sick indeed, but you were both sick, weren't you?

You had done your best efforts to keep Nam-Gyu at bay since last night, as he lost the drugs that were quite literally his lifeline. In an attempt to appease him and keep his mind from running wild, you spent the night sucking his dick and fondling with his balls. It would work for 5 minutes, his slender yet crack-knuckled hands curling your hair into his fists, pulling your head down like a steering wheel and guiding your fleshy pink tongue down to swirl around his tip. He'd orgasm, toes cramping as his eyes rolled back and tufts of your hair were pulled out. Then he would begin fidgeting again, fiddling with his thumbs and chewing at the nails until you found another way to pleasure him all over again.

You watched the rope slice through the air, back and forth, back and forth, its movement hypnotic, mechanical, almost cruel in its precision. The sound it made wasn’t just a whoosh — it was deeper, heavier, like a whip wrapped in steel cutting through fog. You felt the thud of it vibrating in your ribs every time it slapped the platform, and each time it did, you swore the sound echoed behind your eyes.

Your feet stayed glued to the floor, though your legs felt like jelly — shaky, untrustworthy. You didn’t dare blink. Not even once. Your eyes burned at the edges, stinging from the dry air, but you held them open, wide and unblinking, like if you so much as looked away, you’d die before even stepping onto the bridge.

You weren’t alone — everyone else stood frozen beside you, a row of statues carved from tension. But inside your chest, everything thrashed. Your heart wasn’t just pounding; it was clawing upward, trying to escape through your throat. You could feel the beat in your ears, thudding in time with the rope’s swing. You tried to count the seconds between each pass — one, two, three — but your breath kept catching, short and sharp, like your lungs didn’t trust the air anymore.

Someone had used too much cologne. You smelled it now, sour and stale, mixed with the cold tang of sweat, rusted metal, and something else — something you didn’t want to name. Blood, maybe. The kind you don’t see but feel in your nose.

Your fingers twitched. You didn’t mean them to. They just did. A small spasm, a protest from the tension locked in your shoulders. You noticed your hands were clenched so tight your nails had left little half-moons in your palms. Your jaw ached. You had no memory of tightening it.

Your eyes darted, just for a split second, to the body that hadn’t made it. It lay crumpled beneath the bridge, broken in angles that weren’t meant to exist. You looked back up, quickly, ashamed for having looked down at all — like somehow, witnessing it made you closer to becoming it.

The rope kept moving. You could hear the faint hum of machinery overhead, the soft scuff of shifting shoes as someone behind you repositioned their stance. But mostly, you heard your own breath, ragged and uneven, pulled between your lips in shaky sips. Your throat was dry. Your mouth tasted like metal.

You weren’t even on the bridge yet, but your body already felt like it had been through the game.

Your eyes locked back on the rope. You tried to read its rhythm again, tried to convince yourself you could time it right. But your knees were buzzing, not with energy, but with that strange numbness that came right before collapse.

And still — your focus slipped.

Because even as your life hung in the balance, part of you was somewhere else. Behind you. Off to the side. Near Nam-Gyu. He hadn’t spoken much since the last game. His hands shook even when he was sitting still. His voice, when it came, was hoarse, quiet, like the weight of everything was pressing on his windpipe. You’d seen the way his eyes flicked around like he was looking for something he’d lost, and you knew what it was — not just the drugs, but the piece of control they gave him. The illusion of calm. Of survival.

You’d never seen him look so breakable. Not even during the worst of it.

And now, when you were supposed to be thinking only about when to jump, when to move, when not to die — you were thinking about him. About the way his leg bounced when he thought no one was watching. About the half-bitten skin at the edge of his thumb. About how much it scared you that he looked so far away even when he was right next to you.

The rope swung again. You flinched.

And for a second, it wasn’t fear for yourself that caught in your throat.

It was him.

You didn’t notice Min-su at first. You were still watching the rope, still trying to breathe like a person instead of an animal cornered by fate. But then the hush around you shifted — not louder, not quieter, just sharper, like the air had turned blade-thin.

You followed the others’ eyes and saw him — Player 125 — standing a few feet away from Nam-Gyu, holding something small and glinting between his fingers. The necklace.

Your stomach flipped.

Nam-Gyu’s posture snapped into focus the second he saw it. The slouch drained from his shoulders like someone had yanked him upright with a string. His face sharpened — mouth parted, pupils dilated, like a drowning man who’d just seen the surface. You could see his lips move, but the words didn’t reach you. Didn’t need to. You already knew what he was begging for.

Min-su grinned.

Not a kind grin. Not even a cruel one. Just empty. Then, without warning, he turned and threw the necklace — a single, casual flick of the wrist — and it arced through the air like something sacred and doomed, landing dead center on the bridge.

Your breath hitched.

Nam-Gyu didn’t hesitate. Not even a beat.

He ran.

You shouted something — maybe his name, maybe just a sound — but it was swallowed by the clatter of his shoes slamming onto the metal platform. The rope was still spinning, still slicing the air in its brutal rhythm, and somehow, he dodged it. One leap. Two. He landed near the necklace, knees bending, eyes wild. His hand shot out and grabbed it, yanking it up with all the urgency of someone clinging to a heartbeat.

He cracked it open with shaking fingers. You couldn’t see the inside from where you stood — but you didn’t need to. The way his face dropped told you everything.

Empty.

He stood there, frozen for just a breath. Then his eyes lifted — not toward Min-su, not toward the dolls, not even toward the rope — but toward you.

You met his gaze. Everything in you screamed to move, to reach for him, to do something. But you couldn’t. You were locked there, feet rooted to steel, arms dead at your sides. The way he looked at you wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sad.

It was tired. So, so tired.

He jumped once more, as if his body hadn’t realized his soul had already given up.

Then the rope came.

It struck him clean across the waist. His body folded, spun, lifted just slightly from the ground before being flung sideways. For a moment, it looked almost gentle, like the wind had simply picked him up.

Then he was gone.

Swallowed by the gap beneath the bridge, lost to the dark like a breath exhaled too hard.

You didn’t cry. You couldn’t. There wasn’t room for that now. There was only the sound of the rope continuing to swing — heartless, steady, unchanged — as if nothing had happened at all.

You watch as the others begin to cross the bridge one by one. Their footsteps echo sharply on the metal, some steady and sure, others hesitant, trembling like leaves in a harsh wind. Each movement draws them closer to the other side — closer to survival, or whatever fate awaits beyond this final stretch. But you remain rooted where you stand, unable to move, trapped in a cyclone of thoughts spinning wildly out of control. Time distorts around you, every second stretching and collapsing all at once.

Your chest tightens painfully, as if a thousand invisible hands are squeezing you from the inside, crushing your ribs like fragile glass. It’s a raw ache that cuts through your skin and lodges deep in your bones, making each breath feel like dragging air through a narrow, burning tunnel. Panic rises in waves — sudden, fierce, drowning — sweeping over you again and again. Your heart pounds erratically, thudding against your chest like a wild drum in a storm, each beat sharper and louder, pushing dizziness and nausea to the edges of your mind.

Your breath comes ragged, shallow, caught in your throat like broken glass. You clutch your sides instinctively, fingers digging into your sweatshirt, but the pain only tightens its grip, unrelenting. The bridge creaks beneath you, the rope slices through the air with a ruthless rhythm, the distant murmurs and gasps of other players become muffled and far away. Sounds blur together into a thunderous roar, yet inside, all you hear is the pounding of your own blood and the desperate hammer of your thoughts spiraling downward.

Confusion claws at your mind, twisting memories and fears together into a suffocating knot. You want to scream, to shout, to tear your way free — but your legs refuse to obey, trembling and numb, as if nailed to the cold steel beneath you. The air tastes metallic, thick with sweat and fear, pressing heavily against your lungs. Every inhale is a battle; every heartbeat feels like a countdown to an ending you cannot stop.

Slowly, the crowd thins until it’s just you and Player 222 left. The space between you feels impossibly vast, even as you stand close enough to hear each other’s uneven breaths. Your eyes meet hers, and in that silent exchange, the weight of everything — every loss, every fear, every hope — settles between you like a shared secret. There are no words, just a raw understanding: this is your final game.

Your thoughts blur like a storm of fractured glass, shards of memories and panic flashing through your mind. Then her voice, soft and steady, breaks through the chaos — the last words she says to Player 456 hang in the air, filled with farewell and quiet strength. You barely catch them, but you feel their weight pressing down on you, anchoring you to this impossible moment.

Her hand reaches out, trembling violently as it finds yours. The warmth of her palm is fragile yet real, a tether in the storm that shakes your whole body. Your fingers close around hers, hands clammy, shaking uncontrollably as if trying to hold on to life itself.

Together, you take a step forward. The edge of the bridge rises beneath your feet, narrow and unforgiving, the last thin line between you and the void. The world narrows until all you can feel is the cold metal against your soles, the faint vibration of the rope whipping behind you, and the rapid beating of your heart in your ears.

Your legs tremble violently, trembling not just from fear, but from the crushing weight of grief and exhaustion. The silence around you is heavy, filled with the unsaid and the undone — the futures that will never be, the dreams broken beneath this cruel game.

Then, in that infinite moment before the fall, something inside you shatters and lets go.

A smile creeps across your face — slow, uncertain, fragile. It’s the first real thing you’ve felt in days, a spark of something unbroken. It blooms, growing warmer and stronger until it spreads like wildfire, burning away the cold despair that clung to your bones.

The smile twists into a laugh — wild, broken, almost insane — spilling out uncontrollably, echoing off the steel and dark void. It bursts free of your chest, loud and ragged, and then crumbles into desperate, shuddering sobs.

“I’m coming, Gyu...” you whisper, voice cracking with raw emotion, eyes locked on Player 222 one last time. You see the same mixture of fear and fierce hope in her gaze.

Hand in hand, trembling, hearts pounding as one, you step off the edge together — into the abyss, into darkness, into whatever lies beyond.

The fall is endless. And for a moment, in the quiet between the screams and the rush of air, you feel free.

And then you don't feel at all.

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HIIEUSI WAS WHHEE HI SIS I WAS WONDERING U COULD DO ARCADE FF WITH HEESEUNG ?

Omg girl I haven’t had time to write a damn thing yet and my drafts are piling up. But moots take TOP priority and I try to respond to asks as fast as possible. Anywaysss here you go and I hope u enjoy 🩷

Ride Me ~ L.HS

pairing: Heeseung!bf x Reader!gf| wc: 1k | summary: Things take a steamy turn after your boyfriend shows you his new at-home arcade setup. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby] <- 100% Heeseung coded [porn with a plot] Enjoy :)

“Well babe, what do you think?” Heeseung asked as he uncovered your eyes revealing the mass gaming setup. “I figured I’d use this more than the theater room,” he ruffled his hands through his hair, anxiously waiting for you to respond.

“It looks great, but I’m gonna miss our little movie nights under the blankets,” you smiled as you walked up to one of the machines.

You clicked a few of the large buttons, anticipating a pixelated image to flash across the screen. “Umm, how do you turn this thing on?” You asked as nothing seemed to work.

Heeseung placed his hand on the edge beside you, trapping you beneath him as he reached down to flick a power switch. You felt his weight slightly press you against the machine as he did this.

“I must’ve forgotten to turn this one on,” he met your eyes through his shaggy hair. Something about that state felt off, but maybe it was just you so you brushed off the feeling and proceeded to look at the other games he had.

A zombie survival simulator that came with 4 guns.

A claw machine filled with plushes.

A retro fighting game.

And a two player motorcycle game.

Eager to try this one out, you climbed onto the bike.

“Of all the stuff you just saw, im surprised this is the one you wanted to play,” Heeseung tilted his head.

“Yeah, well, I like racing games. Stuff like MarioKart, y’know,” Heeseung watched as you struggled to reach the coin slot from your seat. The opening sat just out of your reach.

Your tits pressed up against the leather as your cheek meshed with cold material.

"Let me help you," Heeseung whispered in your ear as he reached over to insert the coin. You felt him pushing himself up against you from behind which sent butterflies through your stomach.

You went to the loading screen and customized your bike, "If you wanna play, there's another bike," you said as you noticed your boyfriend was still straddled on the bike behind you. His hands gripped the back of the seat as he sat there with his legs spread open.

You had a bad habit of staring at the print in his pants, didn't matter if he was hard or soft. You craved to feel him inside of you.

"I know, but I wanna see how you ride," he smirked as he grabbed your hips, quickly jerking your hips backward.

Feeling the heat rush to your face you continued to start up the game. You chose a Tokyo map because of the neon cityscape terrain at night time. Though you tried your best to stay focused you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung sitting behind you like this.

"San, ni, ichi...sutato," the automated female voice called out as tri-colored traffic lights flashed across the screen. The aggressive rumble from the bike startled you as it took off.

You felt as Heeseung squeezed your hips again before leaning against you. You nearly crashed as his touch caught you off guard.

"Be careful baby," he said before placing a kiss on your neck.

"I-I'm trying. But you keep distracting me," you stuttered.

"Am I really that distracting," he asked as he slipped his hands around your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh.

"Ngh," you groaned. "Yes, you are."

"Oh, but you like it when I touch you like this. Don't you?" Heeseung grinded his hips against you.

"Mmm," you moaned as you felt his budge pressing into you. "H-heeseung," you said letting out a soft breath.

"Keep driving baby. If you come in first place, I'll give you a little treat," he hummed as he reached his fingers in between your folds. Your growing wetness slowly seeped through the fabric of your panties.

"Ngh!" you huffed as he massaged your clit through your shorts.

He continued to tease you as you struggled to finish the race, barely coming in first after finding a shortcut.

As the gold star shot across the screen, Heeseung hummed a raspy "Good girl," in your ear before helping you out of your shorts.

At this point, you were only wearing your hot pink thong--something you knew Heeseung loved to use. "Show me that pretty little pussy of yours," he bit his lip as you pulled the small fabric to the side, exposing your wet folds.

He smiled as he palmed himself before pulling his veiny cock out only to glide it between your slimy lips and tease your sensitive bead with his tip.

You whimpered as you began pushing yourself against his hard dick, eagerly trying to force it inside.

He halted your movements by gripping the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs more, before telling you to "ride Daddy's dick like the good girl I know you are."

Immediately after he said those words, he shoved his dick deep inside of you, causing you to let out a sharp groan. "Fuck," he winced. "You're still so fucking tight," he said slowly pumping his cock into you. "Ngh," he moaned before leaning forward to kiss your neck as your ragged breathing filled his ear. "You sound so fucking sexy when you're taking my dick like this," he pecked your cheek as you finally adjusted to his length.

You started to grind into your boyfriend, stuffing his cock deeper into you as he held you from your waist. "That's it, baby, just like that," his words encouraged you to pick up the speed as he pulled your lips into his, gripping your throat.

He turned you over and fucked you from the back as your tits pressed up against the leather. You clenched around him as he let out a groan. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth before 3 long, hard thrusts. You felt his warm seed spill into you and drip out as you came with him. Fortunately, your panties caught the majority of the spill.

Exhausted, you laid across the bike as Heeseung kissed your shoulders.

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➸ INTERESTS; -jjk! nanami kento x f!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; -not any plot truly, just straight smut, making love late at night MY FAV!! (im a whole virgin)

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.2.4k, kissing, teasing, riding, fingering, p in v, nipple play, sucking, whining, bla bla bla

➸a.i; - omg new oneshot!! i made a poll asking who i should write abt this morning and 100 votes came in for my sexy baby daddy so im here to feed u guys!! xoxo

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You awoke in the middle of the night to your phone ringing softly, the vibrations from it on your nightstand making you get up. As you turned to grab your phone, the call ended, you only muttered to yourself as you were now sat up in your bed. You held your phone in your hand, realizing the call was from your close friend and checked the time.

1:13am, you read with a squint, still trying to adjust to the dimly lit screen this late at night.

There were only two reasons as to why she could call you this late. She was either having intrusive thoughts about breaking contact with her ex, or she was calling to tell you how drunk she was at her apartment, and she wants you to come and accompany her. You stood up, grabbing your soft silk robe from your closet door and stepped out of the room.

You made your way over to the kitchen, dialing her number back and waiting for her to answer. You grabbed a water bottle and opened it when she soon answered. Rambling on about how drunk she was and how much fun she was having, saying she didn't want you to miss out on it and for you to come over to her place, you only smiled and shook your head.

"It's past 1am, I was asleep when you called, you need to get some sleep too unless if you don't plan on clocking in later." You spoke, drinking from your bottle as you listened to her ramble, sadly it's as if she hadn't heard a single word you said.

She was always like this honestly; you couldn't blame her. Between the two of you someone had to be outgoing and crazy enough to do things like this. You could never be mad at her for it though, it was sweet honestly, even when she was intoxicated, she always had you in mind.

The conversation between the two of you soon wrapped up, as she assured you, she wasn't alone and was with her brother. She even facetimed you as proof and to which you spoke to her brother for a while. Thankfully he was a little more responsible than she was, assuring you that the night had ended, and the drinks were being put away so his sister could rest.

You only thanked him and wished him a goodnight, as he did in return to you and you said goodbye to your friend, waving as you heard the call click. You finished your water bottle and went to place the bottle in the shared recycle can you had in the kitchen before feeling two firm arms snake their way around your waist.

You only smiled, knowing exactly who it was as you were used to this multiple times before. You placed your hands over his arms and squeezed, earning a tired grunt from him as he bent down to kiss the top of your head.

"If you weren't my fiancé I would've screamed when you touched me y'know?" You joked, feeling him smile against the top of your head, he let go of your waist as you let go of his arms and he placed his hand in yours. He soon guided you out of the kitchen and back to the shared bedroom you two had, the dim lights from outside helping you to see his figure perfectly.

Your fiancé was a well-kept man, perfectly built as if sculpted by the gods. Honestly, even as a woman you were envious of his body, but when compared to others you were considered lucky, very lucky. So, you couldn't push it too much, because they were right, you were lucky.

"Come back to bed" Kento spoke, now entering your bedroom and sitting on your side of the bed where you were previously resting. You only smiled at him as you placed your phone back down on the nightstand, he never let go of your free hand, pulling you near him.

"You're such a flirt" you said to him, watching his every move. He only hummed in response and kissed your palm as you made your way on top of him, straddling him now. His other hand made its way to your lower back, now keeping you in place as his kisses traveled higher, from your palm to your arm and now your shoulder, not removing his eyes from yours.

You looked away nervously, feeling a familiar tingle in your lower belly, you knew exactly what he was doing. He soon placed his hand from your lower back onto the back of your neck, slowly bringing your head down to kiss him passionately. It felt nice, he felt nice, you couldn't complain, nor could you just turn or look away from him, you were captivated by him.

You were the first to pull away, your breathing heavy as you looked at him, he still kept his hand on the back of your head. He only pushed your head back for your lips to connect yet again, but not kissing the same as before. It was wet and sloppy, your tongues practically fighting-

no,

Dancing with one another, and it only made the weak feeling within your lower belly stronger as he moved his hands, now gripping both sides of your hips as he kissed you eagerly. You quickly pulled away, covering your mouth and wiping out of embarrassment as a small line of saliva dripped from it and down to your chin.

He only looked at you with a cheerful smile, loosening his grip on your hips and began to tug on your robe, wanting it to come off. In all seriousness, you weren't even properly dressed, without the robe you only had on a small black tank-top and red panties.

You let go of him for an instant, taking off your robe and tossing it, he smirked in approval. As you straddled him again you could feel him underneath you, the friction becoming unbearable as he continued to rub himself against one of your most vulnerable places. Well not him genuinely speaking, it was his co-

"Can I play with you baby? Just for a little while?" He asked, looking into your eyes and then your lips for an answer. You responded with a 'yes', soon after biting your bottom lip and watching his movements. Now seated in the middle of the bed you two shared he began to kiss your skin above your collarbone while you grinded on him, both of you partially clothed and breathing heavily.

He had gone to bed with nothing but his boxers on, but now he was threatening to take them off in one quick move, unable to bear the teasing anymore. His hands roamed your body, teasing your nipples through your top as you mewled softly, grabbing his wrist softly as you guided his hand lower to your now wet spot on your underwear.

Throughout the time of your twos dirty work not a word was spoken to one another, well, barely. You had known each other's bodies well enough and exactly what you craved, Kento knew this and quickly got to work, unbuttoning the one small button that was practically ready to burst out from his erection, letting it spring out free.

When you moved back a little to look at it, it looked like he was in pain. Like painfully hard, honestly this wasn't the first time, but it was sweet seeing how you had him this intense every time, he never seized to amaze you. He began to tug at your underwear, to which you got off the bed, standing up as he watched your every move.

You bent over, hooking your thumbs into the hems of your underwear where they sat nice and pretty on your hips, shimmying a little as you pulled them all the way down to your ankles and stepped out of them. You slowly made your way back onto the bed and on top of Nanami once again, who only looked at you in awe, and maybe hunger.

You only cupped your hands on both of his cheeks before kissing him again, this time he kept a hand on your hip as another one found its way to your core. He cupped it softly as you jolted slightly, feeling his middle finger brush against your clit. He smiled into the kiss, placing his thumb over your clit and rubbing it gently, feeling the vibrations of you grunting and moaning in his mouth.

You pulled away, keeping a hand over your mouth yet again and his own mouth as you felt him insert a finger inside you. Immediately pushing up into you as far as he could, watching as your shivered slightly, and removed your hand from his mouth, moaning into your hand. He soon removed his hand from your hip and grabbed your wrist, removing your hand from your mouth and kissed your palm yet again.

Within a short period of time, you felt an immense amount of pressure build up inside of you, making you immediately want to shut your legs. (Un)fortunately, your fiancé had already caught onto this, quick to hold one of your legs apart as he now quickened his pace, smirking at you.

He soon grabbed a hold on your tank-top after you promised to not close your legs, lifting and revealing your hardened nipples to him and the cold air of the room. He chuckled to himself slightly as he stuck his tongue out, teasing you and watching as your back arched before sucking on them and inserting another finger.

You quickly grabbed onto his shoulders, now riding his fingers as you were trying your best to reach your high and quickly, knowing he wouldn't let you cherish this bliss moment for long. He soon began to lick your upper torso, the sweat beads that rolled off your body were his to consume, as if your entire body was a drug he was high on.

It was as if you had jinxed it because just seconds before you were ready to cum, he quickly removed his fingers from within you, keeping his thumb on your clit and coming to a full stop in movement. Before you were even able to stop your moans and begin your whining and protests, he aligned his cock with your entrance.

Without warning or count he quickly thrusted himself inside, halting and burying himself within your chest as he moaned along with you, your nails now digging deeper into his shoulders. You had completely forgotten how vocal Kento was, damn near as vocal as you, and you loved every moment of it.

"No condom?" You gasped, now playing with his hair as he kept his head between year breasts, slowly moving inside you. He only shook his head slightly, bringing his head back up and looking you in the eyes and kissing you.

"You're to be my wife, no? Whatever my wife wants she gets." He only stated, now thrusting sloppily into you as you moaned. You attempted to bounce back on him while he thrusted into you, just for him to wrap both of his arms tightly around your bottom and thrust into you even harder.

Now repeating his earlier actions and sucking on your nipples, watching as you unraveled within his arms, only getting more turned on by the sight. His mouth now moved to your neck, giving you several hickeys and wet sloppy kisses.

As he quickened his pace you tapped his chest lightly, feeling the same blissful feeling as before coming back, your lower abdomen feeling as if it was floating while the rest of your body was hot and shaking. He only smiled, taking this as the most perfect time to tease you.

"M'gonna get you pregnant. It's what my wife wants, yeah? My baby is gonna grow right here..." He teased, placing his right hand on your belly and rubbing it as you mewled, nodding your head before you bent slightly, placing your head on his shoulder. Your high was approaching with great force and speed, barely able to contain it anymore.

"My beautiful girl is gonna be a mommy, are you excited baby? You excited that I get to fill you up?" He cooed, now rubbing your back with one hand and placing the other over your lower abdomen, pressing down slightly as your moans became louder. You hummed in response, nodding vigorously as your high had approached, exclaiming loudly, biting down on Kento's shoulder to control yourself as your body spasmed.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head for only a moment, soon after you came down, your breathing ragged. His thrusts had now slowed down, becoming sloppier than before as he began to breath heavier, his orgasm not far behind from yours.

As verbal as he was before he wasn't that way now, focused on reaching his orgasm as he screwed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths. As your head rested on his shoulder you too began to moan aloud and grunt softly, his thrusts overstimulating you as you had just come down from your orgasm.

You quickly began to clench around his cock, attempting to make him reach his high sooner, which worked. He buried his face alongside your side as he huffed, muttering a series of words, words of praise if you will, before completely reaching his orgasm. His last thrust sent shivers down your spine as he came inside of you, not leaving a single drop to waste, staying inside of you for a moment before pulling out and kissing your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asked, as you pulled away, looking at him and smiling, nodding to him as you brushed his hair away from his face, that had to stuck to his temple from his sweat. He smiled softly at you, seeing your tired expression and actions before fixing your side of the bed to sleep before joining you on his side.

You two exchanged little to barely any conversation between drifting off to sleep, his arms wrapped around you as you rested on his chest. You both had thought of the idea of cleaning up in the shower or changing into new clothes, but you were too exhausted to do so.

The last thing you can vividly remember before drifting off to sleep was how you were going to hide the love bites and hickeys he had given you before work the following morning. Scarves or giant sweaters weren't even in the question as it was the middle of the summer, and you sweat easily.

You'd find out when you got there.

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[margooo00]

It’s me, hi, the smutttttty gyalllll is here 🫶🏽

Ok I’m tHINKING jax x reader fucking in PUBLICCCCCC who don’t like a lil publicity 👀🖤🫶🏽

Thank u loves u bye Xx

.. yes pls wtf 🙂‍↕️ MY FIRST REQUEST GUYS IM SO HAPPY!! I hope it lives up to ur expectations because this is such a good prompt hehehe. I may be down to writing a part two to this if that’s something you guys would want.

Smut with very little plot!! 18+ MDNI; Fem!Reader; Reader has long enough hair to pull; Reader wears skirts because easy access lowk (length up to you; Oral (Jax receiving); Fem!Masturbation; PUBLIC SEXXXXXX!! Jax and Reader get freaky in the clubhouse while a party is happening; Jax calls reader a whore in a mocking way; Chibs walks in; Reader cries from pleasure; Reader definitely doesn't like the parties but she doesn't hate them either; Jax is a freaky bitch who doesn't gaf; Not proofread probably not grammatically correct in some places

Showing up to these parties was like a full time job. It's always too loud, too drunk, too.. well, everything. Staying tucked up under Jax's arm for most of the night while trying not to watch any of the guys getting head in the middle of the hallways was always the go to. But tonight Jax had been giving you these looks- the ones that always told you what he was thinking. He wanted you- needed you, as he likes to say. Practically undressing you with his eyes, low, teasing comments whenever no one could hear.

So was it really a surprise to either of you when you ended up in the bathroom with him? Sunk down on your knees as his hand grasps and pulls at your hair, fucking his cock into your mouth. You can't help the tears that slip over your waterline, pouring down the side of your cheeks. The only thing you can hear is the thump of music from outside in the clubhouse and the gagging coming from your own throat. Your head hits the wall of the bathroom as he fucks your throat, hand slipping between your legs to press on your clit.

Jax grunts between thrusts, brows furrowing. He didn't even bother to close the door when he pulled you in here and pushed you to your knees. If your eyes were open you would be able to see the lights out in the hallway and people walking past. Fuck, fuck, fuck- your fingers definitely don't feel as good as his do, but god if the way he was fucking your mouth didn't feel so good-

As if there couldn’t be any worse timing, your favorite Scotsman walks into the bathroom. Your eyes fly open as Chibs walks in, looking only slightly startled by the sight in front of him- you, on your knees, taking Jax’s cock down your throat, hand beneath your skirt as you finger yourself- it’s not what he was expecting when he walked into the bathroom to take a piss. “Fuck, Jackie Boy, I didn’t mean to walk in on you an’ your girl. Door was open,” he states, eyeing you and Jax for a moment.

Jax though? He doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck himself in your mouth, hips never stilling. “Ya’ kinda walked in on something,” he grumbles, turning his head to stare at the Scot. “G’na leave or stand there and watch?” He asks, lip curling up into a snarl. Fuck. Did you just moan?

He holds his hands up in surrender, turning around and walking out of the bathroom- actually closing the door this time. Jax looks down at you, a mean little smirk tugging on his lips. “Sorry, baby, didn’ mean to let him walk in,” he coos, his voice laced with sarcasm. “You let me keep fucking your pretty little mouth though. Did you like it when Chibs walked in? Sure sounded like you did. Moaned like a whore when you saw him,” He mocks, pulling you off of him. You cough, spit and precum rolling down your lips and chin.

Fuck. Maybe you did.

The way he walked in and Jax just kept going- maybe you liked that. Maybe you did like the way Chibs saw you sucking your boyfriend off- fuck. The way he didn’t stop did make you feel weird- a good weird. Shit. You did like that.

[nochukoo97]

we can’t be friends (wait for your love) - teaser

pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x childhoodfriend!oc

summary: you and jungkook have been friends since birth, and as you both grow into teenagers, you can’t help but have some sorr of longing feeling towards him. but after a turn of events, you move away from your home town, growing apart from the boy you onced were close to. almost a decade later when you decide to move back, there’s someone familiar yet unfamiliar waiting for your arrival… was this the universe giving you a sign about him?

warnings/tags: story starts off when the both of them are children, but most of the plot is when they are adults :)), eventual: kissing, an emotional rollercoaster 🥲, they’re stuck in a ‘what are we’ moment, playing a waiting game of who confesses first, a little bit of angst, smut, but fluff too hehe

a/n: IM BACK 🥲 after being in writers block sighhh but i am back hehehe hope u r excited for this!! anyways this is just an intro for the actual fic, its more of what happened before the present which will be in the main part hehehe

TAGLIST OPEN!!

(this is the introduction, the main part is coming soon :)))

MASTERLIST

23 July 2007

You’re currently wedged between two bookshelves in the living room of your house, eyes trained on the words in your book, giggling to yourself when the plot takes a funny turn. Meanwhile in the background, Jungkook and your brother Taehyung, both a year older than you, the two ten year old boys play fighting in your parents backyard, their game was way too rough for you to even watch, you decided.

That’s always the way it’s been since you were young, Jungkook’s mum dropping him off at your parents place as he spent time with your brother, mostly roughhousing like they are now, and you, at nine years old, simply tucking yourself in another fairytale, which to you seemed like a much better way to past time.

You never truly spent a lot of time with the two of them when Jungkook would come over, besides the once-in-a-while moments where your parents would make you guys bond a little through board games or card games which the two elder boys would never take seriously, the games always ending in them either throwing the board game pieces at each other or stacking the cards into a pyramid.

When it came to school, you tried your best to stay away from bumping into your brother at school, but you’d always end up being teased in front of your friends by him and Jungkook, making fun of your two pigtails or your very glittery pink bag you had just gotten as a birthday gift, but you were used to it anyways, having grown up with a brother.

12 August 2011

Four years go by and now you’re finally completing your last year in middle school, Jungkook and your brother having moved on to high school, and as expected, they end up attending the same school, as they have done their whole life.

But since four years ago, a lot has changed. You’ve grown much closer to Jungkook, having gone on quite a few trips with his family, and you could even consider him a close friend. Most importantly, he’d grown from being a kid to a teenager, even though he was only a year older than you, the 14 year old boy suddenly became someone you always wanted to hang out with. To you, you saw him as someone cool. Instead of teasing you along with your brother, he now would defend you from your brother’s teasing, treat you to ice cream on the weekends and even teach you the video games he played with your brother.

“And then he let me get as many toppings as I wanted,” You tell your friends, clicking the buttons on your phone to show them the picture of your ice cream, filled to the brim with all sorts of toppings because Jungkook said you could.

“You’re so lucky, I wish I had a boyfriend like that,” Jiyeon sighs, pouting her lips as she sulks.

Your face turns red, tip of your ears warm as you quickly deny, “He isn’t my boyfriend! Just a friend… In fact he was my brother’s friend first,” No, you couldn’t even begin to try and imagine Jungkook as someone more than your friend!

“Well, but you should definitely confess to him on valentine’s day, it’s in like six months,” Yuji twirls her hair, nudging your leg slightly as she giggled.

To the three of you, as 13 year old girls, having a valentine was a big deal, especially since the whole idea of a crush and all was new to you guys as teenage girls.

“No! I don’t have feelings for him! He’s just nice to me I guess,” You frown at Yuji, just because she confessed to her crush and now apparently has a boyfriend, doesn’t mean you need to do it too, you decided.

You didn’t have a crush on Jungkook right?

You push away the thought quickly, this whole topic was so taboo to you, it made you feel squirmy thinking about it. No, you didn’t have any sort of feelings towards the older boy, never.

-

So that day when you arrived back at home, spotting Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the table and doing their homework, you decide to take a seat away from the certain boy.

“Huh? Why are you sitting all the way there? Come back here,” Jungkook hums, pulling out his earphones in bewilderment, you had always sat next to him whilst the three of you would do homework together after school, nudging him here and there to ask for help with a math problem.

“I- okay,” You scooch towards the chair next to him, dragging your books along the table as you avoid eye contact. Your cheeks heating up again as you remember your conversation with your friends in school earlier, it made you feel all tingly inside, but why were you being so weird in front of him?

“You’ve been staring at that math problem for ages, need help?”

You jump up in surprise at Jungkook’s voice , letting out a small yelp as your brother snickers at you from across the table, you kick his shin in response, sending his hands flailing to the injury, mumbling some cuss word you don’t understand.

“Yeah,” You only muster out a whisper, handing over your pencil to the boy, who finds your behaviour a little off but nonetheless, doesn’t comment on it.

And while he explains the solution and working to find the value of X, you can only notice his eyes, his nose, the mole under his lips, the scar on his cheek from when he fought with your brother years ago, his lips.

And then you for yourself to snap out of your daydream when his eyes lock with yours in confusion as to why you’re staring at him instead of your workbook.

03 January 2012

But then five months later, opportunity for valentine’s day didn’t even come for you anyways, as you pack your bags to move miles away from the place you once called home, since your father had been posted to a new country for his work.

The whole idea of leaving your life behind and all the people you’ve ever known since young was such an overwhelming feeling that you didn’t even think once about your feelings for Jungkook anymore, or maybe you did once, but it didn’t matter.

So when you tugged your luggage and watch your brother sadly hug his best friend goodbye at the airport, reality struck, you wouldn’t ever get a chance to even properly assess your feelings for Jungkook anyways, so you simply wave him goodbye, not looking back so you don’t think further than a goodbye.

He did make sure to exchange his Instagram and Facebook with you, promising you and your brother to keep in touch, which you agreed to. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted to cling onto the idea of him, but you didn’t let yourself believe that anyways.

[omi-boshi]

period cramps and a little bit of pining

your best friend omi comes over to take care of you during your period

tags: no plot just gratuitous fluff and yearning word count: 2.2k

through the haziness that comes from just waking up, you hear the muffled sound of knocking, followed by the click of the door unlocking. you poke your head out from under the covers, curious. the sound of footsteps and rustling just outside your bedroom door fill the space and truthfully, you should be more worried that a stranger has seemingly broken into your apartment. however, the lack of angry growling from your sweet great pyrenees and screams of bloody murder from the stranger soothe the concern that tries its damnest to rise above your grogginess. you stay quiet, curled up on your side, head still peeking out. the continuing muffled sounds almost lulling you to sleep, your eyes falling close. that's how kiyoomi finds you.

he pushes the bedroom door open. quietly, he pads over to the bed and crouches just beside where he can see your face. the concerned furrow between his brows softens slightly as he takes in your sleepy form. he debates waking you up, not wanting to disturb the sleep you're finally getting after a night dealing with cramps of the worst kind. he wishes nothing more than to indulge you as he always does but as your closest friend, he knows you have yet to get up and eat. and that takes priority. cautiously, he runs his fingers through your hair and down your cheek which you turn into, seeking the warmth radiating from his skin. the subconscious action disarms kiyoomi. he has to fight through the thumping in his heart to call your name until you finally start waking up. he watches as you rouse from your sleep, grumbling through the whole motion. it tugs a small smile up his lips. your eyes flutter open and the seconds that follow are punctuated by the stillness of the air as you stare up at him, slowly processing his presence. your eyes travel up his figure. the mask dangling from his right ear. the hoodie he wears — the one you usually steal from him. the fuzzy socks you got him for Christmas. the worn sweatpants you've told him many times to replace and yet he never does because it looks fine, you remember him arguing at some point. the memory of it makes you smile. your gaze trails to the soft curve of his lips, the moles partially covered by his damp messy hair — he must have showered before he came from practice — before finally landing on his eyes that quietly watch you. "hi," you finally whisper in what feels like eons. voice scratchy from disuse. "hey, sleepy head," he says just as softly, mirth coloring his tone. "what are you doing here?" "you texted me last night. did you forget?" you hum in confusion, sitting up slowly and pulling your arm from under the covers to look for your phone.

to omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:43 PM

omiii com e over tmrw :((( - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

You okay? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

I have practice in the morning but I can come over after. Is that alright?

- to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

that work s yes!!! and im okya, just kinda in pain and loopy from the meds and sticky ;-; - to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

everything hurts n i cant sleep on my back but it's ok see u tmrw! - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

It's that time, huh? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

Get some rest. I'll be there as soon as I can.

"oh," you mumble, as you scroll through your messages. "i thought I was dreaming." you put your phone down to look kiyoomi in the eyes, a tilt to your head. "i'm glad you actually came though." kiyoomi breathes in deeply, heart thumping so loud — at this point he's sure you can hear it. but of course, you are none the wiser as you continue peering down at him, sleepy smile on your face.

"of course, i would." he returns the smile. “anyway, i didn’t know what you wanted since you didn’t reply to me all morning.” he pulls out a paper bag that was sitting behind him. “so, i just got a bit of everything.” in your curiosity, you sit up straighter to look at the bag kiyoomi has brought. he starts pulling out its contents and showing them off to you with a dorky grin that grows the more items he shows you. there were donuts, churros, chocolates, cookies, mochi, bread of all variations, and a singular bottle of the tea drink you've been raving to him about the past month. "kiyoomi!" you yell, doubling over in laughter. "i can't eat all of this!" "well, good thing there's two of us," he rolls his eyes, grin still on his face. "in my defense, i didn't know what to get." which is a lie. sort of. because everything he got were things you mentioned craving the days leading up to this week. not that you needed to know that of course. "you'd ruin your diet for me, omi?" you pout, eye glimmering in amusement. "that's so sweet! come here!" you reach out to pinch his cheeks, cooing how your omi is the sweetest and kindest person there is and that people would know that more if you stop looking so grumpy, you idiot.he feels his ears flush and he pushes you — nudges, really — to the side, grumbling something about ungrateful spoiled brats. but he can't bring himself to actually chide you for it, not when you're high in spirits right now and he knows how the littlest things could set you off. he wants you happy for as long as your period lets you which isn't long; fickle as your moods are at these times. "alright, alright." he chuckles. "go freshen up and let's get some real food in you first before we eat the sweets," he stands up from his kneeling position on the floor, hand on your arm to pull you up, grunting as he does so. you groan as if remembering why he was here in the first place. you flop helplessly on the bed, boneless, unwilling to leave the inviting warmth of the blankets. "nooo," you whine, purposely obnoxious just to irk him enough to let you go. "i know what you're doing." he tugs again. "it's not gonna work." it's a losing battle, one that you fought valiantly 'til the end. your whining doesn't work and only ends with you thrown over his shoulder. you yelp, thumping his back with your fists in protest as he makes his way through the living room where your dog sees you both and follows you to the bathroom.

kiyoomi gently puts you down, righting your crumpled shirt. he chuckles at the look you send him. to him, you look about as threatening as a baby chick but he rightfully stays quiet. not taking any chances with your knees so close to his crotch. "there are some pads in the cabinet that i bought," he pauses to fix your hair that got messy from being upside down. "it's the kind you always have." you grumble out a thanks, still a bit peeved from being carried out of bed. kiyoomi was right, of course — you do need to freshen up — but you can still give him trouble for it. you're bleeding out and you feel all weird, sue you, right? "while you're here, i'll go heat up the food i got you — it's korean, by the way — and feed snowball too then we can do whatever you want after. sound good?" kiyoomi tilts his head towards you to see your face.

you don't answer immediately, still stubbornly holding on to the frustration of being forcefully pulled out of bed. but just like most things are with kiyoomi, it's a losing battle. again.

it doesn't take you long before you drop the pretenses and meet his gaze. what you see makes the fight in you leave all in one go. his gaze is warm with mirth and... something else. you don't know what it is but it makes you feel shy being at the receiving end of it. you are suddenly conscious of how sloppy you must look right now even though you know kiyoomi would not mind. in your rising embarrassment, you usher kiyoomi out of the bathroom, eyes not meeting his. snowball, who's just so happy to be there, follows kiyoomi out the door. a muffled boof! sounding through the door once you get it shut. you get your wits together and freshen up, taking extra time to deal with the flush on your cheeks that just won't disappear. kiyoomi is taking out the last of the food from the microwave as you come out of the bathroom, livelier now that you've washed your face. he greets you with a smile and calls you to the dining table. lunch is far calmer, a nice change of pace after the hectic ordeal of getting you out of bed. the strange shyness from earlier is forgotten temporarily as you both talk about nothing and everything; how volleyball practice went, how his courses are going, about the new show you wanted to watch with him. once you start feeling the cramps come up again, kiyoomi catches the change in your expression and decides it's time to go back to bed. he hands you the pill you take to treat the cramps and a glass of water. you give him a grateful smile and he ruffles your hair in return.

"go back to bed. i'll be there in a sec," he says, no room for argument. you feel a bit guilty not helping with the cleanup and you tell him as much. he only snorts and tells you it's fine and that it's what i'm here for.

it doesn't do much to abate your guilt but with the cramps only getting worse, there's not much of a choice to be made.

when kiyoomi comes back, he sees you curled up under the covers, eyes shut in pain. he grabs the rechargeable heating pad from across the room and nudges your hand with it. it's only then that you open your eyes.

"hi," you mutter, attempting to smile. "the medicine hasn't kicked in yet." you grab the offered heating pad. "hey, guess we're not watching that show then?" kiyoomi murmurs, knowing full well that you would want to sleep the ache away. you give him an apologetic smile which he only waves off. "i really wanted to watch it too," you mourn. "it's fine. we can watch it another time." he smiles kindly. the silence that follows is somewhat cautious, neither one sure where to go from here. usually, you would have invited kiyoomi into bed by now and he would groan his protest before reluctantly joining you, all the while you would be teasing him about it. but the shyness from before overtakes you and kiyoomi is unusually hesitant as well, eyes darting and feet shuffling in place.

he is the first to break the silence. "i'll head to the living room so you can sleep, okay?" he begins turning away from you. at his words, you hastily sit up. "omi," you call out. he looks to you, head tilted to let you know he's listening. you can barely hold eye contact as the next words stumble through your lips. "um, the-the heating pad falls off when i sleep on my side and, and you know how i can't sleep on my back because the bleeding would leak," you look away from his gaze. "do you... do you mind helping me?"

kiyoomi turns around, regarding you curiously. "and what do you want me to do?" knowing that words will fail you, you silently flip the covers and pat the space beside you. kiyoomi exhales and cautiously takes his spot on the bed, as if this is the first time he's done this. it makes you snort; your shyness and his hesitance, it's ridiculous. and yet you're unable to soothe your increasing heartbeat.

"and then?" kiyoomi asks, quietly.

shaking off the anxiety that's starting to take hold of you, you nudge his shoulder, urging him to lie down beside you. you turn your back towards him, reaching for his hand and slowly guiding it down to lay flat on the heating pad pressing to your lower abdomen. you swear you hear the sharp intake of breath over your shoulder; whether from the temperature of the heating pad or the action itself, you don't know.

kiyoomi is quick on the uptake and lays his palm fully on the pad. it takes you by surprise when he pulls you towards his chest that you can't help the little gasp you let out. "like this?" he asks, almost teasingly. the hesitance from before melting away from his tone. unfortunately for you, it does menacing things to your heart.

with your heart seizing in your chest, you hum your affirmative and relax in his hold. kiyoomi pulls up the covers on both of you and adjusts so that your head rests on his other arm. with the soft thump-thump of his heartbeat combined with the warmth from the heating pad and his body, you are slowly lulled to sleep. "we should talk about this, you know?" you hear just as you are on the brink of sleep and you only hum in response. you hear him chuckle, or rather feel the vibrations of it. And then lastly, a kiss to your hair. "another time then."

what comes after will be dealt with another time. for now, you will enjoy each other's warmth.

i wrote this on a whim because im currently bleeding out and everything hurts so bad and i wish i had an omi to take care of me ;;;;; I've got a more planned out fic that i can't wait to get out there i swear ;;;; pls take this crappy peace offering for now

[yerimbrit]

is this real??? : y. seoyeon

synopsis: you're one of the last members to go live on cosmo's new livestreaming features. but your first live goes in a bit of an... interesting direction.

# : pairing ! yoon seoyeon x s25!reader

# : tags ! fem!reader, fluff, crack, established relationship, animal crossing mention, alternative title: the s in s1 stands for sapphic, cosmo is basically weverse but for modhaus artists, reader is a gamer nerd it's for the plot sorry, fromm messaging service mention, user at the end is made up

# : wordcount ! 1.3k

# : warnings ! none

if someone asked you how your first cosmo live went from supposedly peaceful, wholesome, and lowkey, to having you and seoyeon trend on twitter for all sorts of reasons, you'd say this: it's all her fault.

see, the livestream was supposed to be chill. it was supposed to be a fun live where you could talk to wavs and show off your animal crossing island. well, that did happen for the most part... until your girlfriend barged into your room and shoved an ice cream bar in your mouth.

not that it was a bad thing—it tasted good! choco fudge crunch bars are your favorite. it's just that—well—you took a bite from the side of the bar instead of the top, like you always do. and you're a tad bit afraid that this will be your reputation: the tripleS member who eats ice cream bars from the side.

unfortunately, that's only one of many things that transpired during your livestream.

"hi guys!" you wave to your phone camera, though a bit embarrassed at how you're kind of just waving to yourself with the chat overlay scrolling at a rapid pace. "you've been waiting for my live for a while, right?"

ynln25: YESSSSS hausmat: YN IS LIVE idkbruh: what are u doing today??

you laugh at the comments, a grin overtaking your features as you pull out the star of today's show: your oled model switch.

"i spent a lot of time thinking about what to do for the first live, since i wanted it to be special," you present the console to the camera, "and i know the hype isn't as strong as the first few years, but i've been working on my animal crossing island and i wanted to show you guys," you finish, your grin widening by the second.

fans already know how much of a nerd you are, considering half of your fromm chats are about games you're playing, so the livestream's concept isn't a surprise to most.

hamhaminator: OMG animal crossing 77z: pls let us join ur island lynnnnnshark: youre so pretty omg

"let you join my island? wait, that sounds so fun, let's do that next time. you guys have to pay to get in though, one nook miles ticket," you joke, finally picking up the console to move your character to the first place you want to show: a city street with an section for trading, with vending machines and building decorations. the whole area is fully customized, paths and patterns utilized to create a stunning city visual.

ynln25: YOUR ISLAND IS SO COOL likehayeon: 1 nmt entry is crazy mnbmicrm: /\ /\

the tour continues, and you make it about halfway through the areas you want to show on camera before your door bursts open and makes you jump. in comes yoon seoyeon, your very beautiful and amazing and gremlin of a girlfriend.

before you can say anything, as in, your mouth opens but nothing comes out, an ice cream bar is shoved into your face, and you instinctively take a bite... from the side. the side of the bar, not the top.

well, shit! there goes your (not so) perfect reputation. everyone's gonna think you're a weirdo, now!

risingsoty: where did seoyeon come from im crying gndisbetter: JUMPSCARE??? girlscapitalismno1fan: are we not gonna talk about where y/n bit it???? who eats ice cream like that??? 😭

"your favorite," seoyeon says, a smug smile curling on her lips. she's holding an ice cream bar of her own, a crispy crunch ice bar which has left some crumbs around her mouth. you quickly grab a tissue from your desk and reach up to clean the mess upon noticing it. seoyeon hums, handing you the ice cream that you bit before sitting down on a chair next to you.

you go back to the livestream, not realizing how the chat went absolutely crazy at what just happened in the span of two minutes.

the next few seconds are spent in silence, just the two of you eating your ice cream in peace, until seoyeon leans over and giggles before reading a comment. "'seoyeon making a special delivery for her girlfriend' yeah. i stopped by gs25 on the way home from the company and felt like treating her."

you almost choke mid-swallow of the chunk you just bit off. "how— how nice of you! um, anyways..."

trying to change the topic before it gets too out of hand, you hold your ice cream bar between your teeth and pick your switch up from the desk, redirecting your character to the area that you were headed to before being abruptly interrupted. seoyeon finishes her ice cream in the blink of an eye and leans her head on your shoulder, elbows touching.

"we should do an animal crossing live with chaeyeon and hyerin," she comments, earning a hum from you.

"i don't know, 'yeonie. we'll have to see if you behave," you take the bar back into your hand and answer promptly, a teasing tone tucked into the latter end of your sentence.

fireyoo: behave??? what jestjj: yo zxcvbnm: YESSS pls do another acnh live

the blonde reacts strongly to your answer, briefly whining and pouting before turning to the camera. "guys, y/nnie won't let me on her island anymore."

"because all you do is chase me around with your net to hit me," you grumble, "don't listen to her, wavs, you can't just believe every girl with a pretty face. she's an evil hamham."

seoyeon rolls her eyes and playfully bites your shoulder, causing you to dramatically flinch and cry in agony.

"see!" you complain to the camera, "this is how she treats me. a cruel, cruel woman."

"that's what you get," and she sticks her tongue out at you, then snatching the bar out of your hand, "i'm holding your ice cream hostage until you apologize."

widening your eyes, you try to grab for it, but she holds it up high. see, you could reach for it; it's not like you're that short. but it'd be pretty boring if you just snatched it out of her hand, and so you decide to put on a show.

"baby..." you tug on her hoodie, which is really your hoodie but she's made it a permanent addition to her wardrobe, "baby, i'm sorry... please... my ice cream..."

the chat explodes. like, really explodes. it's going so fast that you can't see a single message. and that makes you realize that you just did all of that on a livestream.

useridkicbanym: ijbol u guys arent real holy yuri shionnieee: 🤨🏳‍🌈?? cocomelona: BABY?????????? kwakkwak: wait i just realized i think seoyeon is wearing yns hoodie?!?!? rthtuh: HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH

you frantically look to your side, where seoyeon is blinking at unnatural speeds, face flaming in the shade of strawberries. and this situation could've been saved if you both played on with it, but you're both sitting there like flustered idiots at the moment. she wordlessly hands you your ice cream bar, and you quietly thank her.

not even a minute later, someone's knocking furiously at your bedroom door. and not even a second later, seoyeon's phone starts blowing up. you shoot up from your seat and sloppily reach for your phone, ending the livestream before sitting back down and turning to your girlfriend with widened eyes.

"we're cooked."

the blonde can only shake her head and bury her face into your shoulder.

about fifteen more knocks sound at the door. you groan.

incoming call from manager-nim... answer?

the once-sleeping girl nestled within your embrace whines at the noise waking the two of you up so early in the morning. you fumble around for your phone, reluctantly answering it on speaker. an eerily calm voice crackles out from your speakers.

"you and seoyeon. to the office. in one hour."

if you and seoyeon weren't awake before, you're definitely awake now. seoyeon groans loudly into your pajama shirt. you sigh and press a kiss to the top of her head. "whatever happens, let's get ice cream after."

she perks up at that. "it's your treat, 'kay?"

a/n: GIRL THIS ISNT THE DANI FIC BUT I JUST HAD TO GET THIS ONE OUT IM SORRY

[violetseaslug]

ur writing is so fire im afraid I must request

perchance fem reader painting se-mi’s nails giggling about how reader can barely paint it on correctly without her hand shaking from laughing at se-mi and her little jokes (yippee just fluff)

(oh no angst) but reader remembers how she used to paint her late sisters nails when they were kids and ends up crying at the memory with semi switching the roles and painting readers nails while comforting them

idc whether you do angst or pure fluff anything u write is fire

now i sit around and rust in rain ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

tw: grief, whole plot revolves around it, fluff and angst i thiiiink...

a/n: my reqs are open btw!!!! AND AS ALWAYSSS! THANK YOU SOOO super duper much for your request ANDDD your compliments!!! <3 i HOPEEE!!! you enjoy it !!! :P 💗 im rlly locked in w doing all of my requests atm 🤞 and idk what ill do once they're done bc i have no ideas but whatever </3

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Painting Se-mi’s nails had proven to be quite the challenge, especially with the endless stream of dad jokes she insisted on making.

No matter how many times you groaned and told her they weren’t funny, or how often you slapped your hand down onto hers to keep her still, she kept going. And despite your best efforts to act unimpressed, you still giggled every time. At this point, you had more nail polish on yourself than on Se-mi.

You wished this night would never end. The warmth of her presence, the easy laughter. it was the kind of moment you wanted to stretch on forever. But unfortunately, your thoughts had other plans.

Grief was never linear, always slipping through the cracks in quiet moments when you least expected it. And just like that, as Se-mi sat there smiling, your mind pulled you back to memories of your late sister. her laughter, the way she used to giggle with you over something silly, the feeling of her hand in yours when she let you paint her nails. The ache in your chest tightened, and before you could stop yourself, tears welled up in your eyes.

Se-mi noticed immediately. Her teasing expression softened as she tilted her head, studying you carefully. And then, without hesitation, she reached out and gently took your hand in hers, her thumb soothingly tracing circles over your knuckles.

"Hey, love," she murmured, her voice gentle, a quiet reassurance. "It's okay to cry. I promise, everything’s going to be okay."

She stood up from her chair and moved beside you, kneeling down so she could look at you properly. One hand rested on your shoulder, grounding you, while the other wiped away the tears slipping down your cheeks.

"I tell you what," she continued, her lips curving into a small, comforting smile. "Let’s swap seats, okay? I’ll paint your nails this time. You just sit back and relax, my love."

You sniffled, hesitating for only a moment before nodding. Standing up, you allowed her to guide you into the chair she had been sitting in, and she took your place, carefully picking up the nail polish brush.

“Relax your hands, baby,” she said softly, bringing your fingers toward her. You did as she asked, trying your best to hold in the sobs still caught in your throat.

As she began painting your nails, she spoke again—softly, delicately, like she was stitching your heart back together with her kind words.

“It’s okay to be sad, and it’s okay to cry. It doesn’t make you any less strong. It’s part of healing, part of grieving, my love.”

She paused for a moment, focusing on carefully coating each nail before continuing.

“And even though it’s hard, I want you to know that I’ll be here with you through all of it. Whatever you need, I’ll be right here, baby. I promise.”

She glanced up at you, her eyes filled with warmth, before gently pointing towards your heart.

“Her love is a part of you. It will always be there, growing with every memory, with every thought you have of her. And she’s not truly gone, you know. She’s right here.”

She smiled softly as she wiped away the stray polish from the sides of your fingers.

“Your love for her keeps her alive. She lives on within you, within your soul. And I think that’s beautiful, just like she was. Don’t you agree, my love?”

You swallowed thickly, your emotions still a mess in your chest, but you managed to whisper a quiet, “Mhm.”

It was barely a word, but in her eyes, she saw everything. the gratitude, the love, the quiet promise that you would hold her words close to your heart and cherish them.

And you knew, without a doubt, that you would never have to go through this alone.

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unrelated a/n: this is abt mei, as per usual😇 i love her shes literally my wife

[ghostsprobably]

DISCLAIMER this is just the episode summary okay, like its copy and pasted from my notes and i typed it like a year ago 😅 i have all of season 1 plotted out like this so that i could get an idea of the timeline and character beats

im scared yall will be disappointed bc its short and choppy but also i think i should put stuff out there ya know. its the bones! the bones!!

let me know what u think bye

It’s a sunny Monday in Gardenia, New York, a bustling town just outside of the city, and a woman is playfully nudging her daughter awake. “Bloom, you’re going to be late for school!” she says. Bloom, her 16 year old daughter with a head of firey red hair, leaps from her bed and frantically starts getting dressed, then with a moan she slumps back on to her bed as she realizes it’s the first day of summer vacation.

Since she’s awake now and the weather is already so nice, Bloom decides to go to the beach.

At the beach, Bloom meets a girl named Stella, thinking she’s just a cool rich girl from the Hamptons.

Stella shows interest in the drawings of fairies Bloom is working on, and tells her she also has a pretty big thing for fairies, though she always imagined them a bit more stylish and sparkly

Bloom and Stella hang out for a while at the beach, all the while Bloom is amazed at this cool, beautiful girl wanting to talk to her, she seems so interesting and mysterious. The sun is beginning to set, and Stella declares that she is just starving, and could really use some good earth food. Bloom is confused by this, but Stella offers to pay for dinner so she’s happy to drop it.

On the way to a restaurant nearby, they encounter a massive wolf with glowing eyes that seems to be after stella – gnut isn’t the one that attacks them, but he isn’t erased from the show don’t worry

The girls run away and try to hide, but they know the wolf is going to find them. As Bloom begins to call 911, Stella stops her, saying that’ll only give them more problems. As Bloom starts to question her, Stella is suddenly glowing, and brilliantly sparkling wings emerge from her back, as well as her sporting a new outfit.

Stella sends out a blast of light at the massive wolf, and screams “RUN!!!” as she hurries Bloom through a portal. The two girls are suddenly standing in a huge, beautiful bedroom filled with luxury the likes of which Bloom has never seen. But she doesn’t have a moment to take it in before being overwhelmed by a feeling she can’t describe. She falls to her knees with tears welling up in her eyes as Stella tries to comfort her with jokes and smiles. “Take me back!” Bloom shouts and Stella opens the portal back to the beach where they met.

The intense feeling subsides and Bloom tries to make sense of what just happened. “You’re a fairy!” she suddenly shouts excitedly, to which Stella does a twirl and shows Bloom her wings, all while the wolf approaches once again. Before the girls see it, it lunges at Stella, pinning her to the ground under its massive paws.

Bloom screams and throws her hands out instinctively, which ends up shooting a fiery blast at the wolf that knocks it a good sixty feet across the sand.

Bloom helps a barely conscious Stella back to her house, where her parents are shocked to see them. Her dad is a fireman and lifts Stella up to bring to the couch, where her mother is ready with a first aid kit to begin cleaning the scratches along her back. “You’re okay,” Vanessa says, “They missed your wings.” And she and Mike freeze.

The rest of the episode is Stella explaining that she is a princess on another world where sometimes girls are born with magical powers and fairy wings. She wanted to come to earth before school starts in the fall because she can relax more on the beaches when nobody recognizes her. Buuuuuut she’s not really suppsed to come to often because magic isn’t exactly allowed on earth, and it’s just so hard to resist using her powers!

She looks over to Bloom, who now suddenly understands the rush of what she felt at the beach.

[fanartlover1234]

PRANK

Y/n plots a prank against Hook her boyfriend and Morgie her brother.

Made by a request in my dm

Can u do one where the reader pulls a rank on both morgie and hook for annoying her since hook is her bf and morgie is her brother with the help of her bff Uliana?

For the past week Y/n hfas grited her teeth annoyed and was sure she had screamed her boyfriends and her brothers name more times then she can count.

Today was the crossing of the thick red line pf her patience.

She was walking out of the dorma when a bucket of ice cold water rained over her.

She was drenched, her makeup ruined and her curls ruined as she stood there kicking the bucket away from her.

The girl looked around to see her boyfriend and brother look amused as they laughed.

He glared daggera at them when Uliana came up to her blocking her view of the boys.

"They've been at it for days, you su-"

"I want to make them suffer"

And so the planing began.

For three says she ignored the boys completely makinh sure they felt guilty untill the next hang out at the blue lagoon.

She sat at one of the rocks chating with Uliana and Malificent when both boys walked in with flowers in hand.

"We're sorry we terorized you, Y/n" both said in union almost making the girl laughed.

She got up and slowly malw her way to the boys and took the flowers from them before she turned around winking at the girls who smirked.

"Yeah im sorry too" she said looking at the flowers.

"For what?" Hook asked as he looked at his girlfriend.

"For this"

And before the boys react different fluids coated their body.

Chocolate for monday.

Chesse for thusday.

Milk for wednesday.

Slime for thursday.

Ink for friday.

Eggs for saturday.

And ice cold water for sunday

Even though he was covered in mix or different things that were hard to wash out Hook brushed the things from his face and looked as his girlfriends laughed with her best friends almost falling over.

"Thats for annoying me all week" the girl said now calm.

Hook and Morgie glanced at eachother before opening their arms and the girla smirk droped as she ran away with Uliana.

Hook caught Y/ns waist few meters from dorm room building and hugged her thight as she squeled before he kissed her.

Now both in her dorm they cleaned up and now changed.

James placed his Hook on the counter as leaned on the sink as he watched Y/n damp a towels to clean any spots missing.

She over to him and he placed both hands on her hips while she cleaned some ink on his collar bone.

"Y'know i was sure you hated me when you ignored me" he said looking at her as she now scrubed some ink from his hand.

"Who know maybe i do" she said.

"Well then i love it when you hate me" he said pressing a kiss on her shoulder.

"Shut up" she said walking out of the bathroom as Hook leaned on the doorframe.

"Make me" he said drawing her full attention on her.

"You're such a loser" she sat sitting on her bed.

"And you are my love"

[riddikulusravenclawbelle]

logical

plot - After being forced to spend the night at the Camerons' house due to the storm, Belle now faces the lingering tension of staying under the same roof as her sworn enemy—the morning after.

tropes - enemies to lovers, slow burn, & pogue x kook.

wc - 1.5k

warnings - curse words, slight angst.

creds - @sseuda for the cute coastal divider!

final notes - hey lovely, this is part 2 of my 'ruin me gently' series. if you haven't read chapter one, i highly suggest it so you're up to speed. enjoy <3

Belle closed the door and leaned against it before sighing. She didn't want to sleep. She knew if she laid down now, she'd just overthink the events of what just happened. 'I'm sleeping over at Rafe Cameron's house.' was not a sentence she'd ever think would apply to her. A vibration from her phone snapped her out of her thoughts. She let out an audible "Crap."

JJ: Yo, B? Wya?? Do you not see the hell storm outside?

Belle: im staying over at a friend's house tn. got trapped here. they thought it'd be best if i stayed here. be home in the morning, j.

JJ: k. JJ: btw, kie asked me to ask u. as long as it's not a kook or a guy idc.

Belle giggled at her brother's response. Then the realization hit her like a tidal wave. It was a kook. It was a guy. The severity of the situation pulled her right back in. She let out a century-long sigh as she tossed the phone down on the bed to sit and unravel the undertones of the events that had just occurred. The storm outside had nothing on the one brewing inside her head. Her eyes wandered to a dresser. It was a simple dresser. Chestnut wood for sure. It was almost antique? Like the smallest gust of wind could blow it away.

She didn't mean to snoop. Really, she didn't. But it was that or replay Rafe's soft expression when he declared "And, you're the only person who doesn't pretend I'm someone I'm not." It was practically begging to be explored. She opened the top drawer and there wasn't much. A small broken watch, some old clothes that looked to be Sarah's size. Then, a small photo revealed itself like a turtle coming out of its shell. A wide eyed Rafe smiling with a woman who shares his piercing oceanic eyes squatting to take a picture with him. Belle knew their mom passed away, years ago. It was in all the headlines. Belle felt a sense of sympathy wash over her. He looked so happy. Would everything be different if she were here, now? She just kept finding more that made Rafe seem—human. She delicately put the image exactly as she found it. Just as she had put it away, she saw the number "11." on a jersey. A high school lacrosse jersey. "CAMERON" on the back of it. Rafe's name was still stitched in by the tag. Rafe did not seem like the 'team player' type.

Suddenly, a knock snapped her out of her inquisitive search. It was a soft knock. One that rang like an apology or nervousness. She quickly balled up the jersey, and stuffed it in the dresser just in time for the door to open. Rafe didn't look at her—just held out a bundle of clothes like it burned his hands.

"Figured you didn't have anything to sleep in," he said, voice low. "These should fit. Or close enough."

She took them wordlessly. He hesitated, like he might say more, then just nodded once and closed the door again.

As the door shut, Belle realized what clothes she was holding. Rather whose clothes she was holding. Rafe's. An old faded t-shirt with extremely baggy joggers. It probably meant nothing. Right? But if it really didn't… why'd he give her his clothes, not Sarah's? God, if her brain wasn't a pinball machine before it was now.

She fought wearing his clothes. It felt like a submission to this internal, unspoken war they had conjured up earlier. She just couldn't go to sleep in a bikini top and jean shorts though. She finally peeled off her clothes and slid into the shirt. It fell to mid-thigh and smelled like bonfire smoke and something faintly coastal. Something that must've been Rafe's cologne. The joggers took a little more convincing—they practically fell down as soon as she pulled them up—but after rolling the waistband twice, they stayed up.

She crawled under the covers and stared at the ceiling. The room was freezing, the rain still tapping at the windows like a nervous habit. But the bed was warm. And cozy. The silk sheets were soft. And she was surrounded by Rafe Cameron's clothes. Somehow, that was the most unsettling part of all.

Her phone buzzed again.

JJ: wait. u didn't say WHO…

Belle: chill, it's lacy. she's a pogue dw.

Lying wasn't new to her, obviously. These lies felt different, though. They felt like they'd catch up to her. She fell asleep before she could think anymore into it, consumed by the soft pattering of the rain and silky sheets to comfort her.

༄｡°⋆⸜☀︎⸝⋆༄｡°༄｡°⋆⸜☀︎⸝⋆༄｡°༄｡°⋆⸜☀︎⸝⋆༄｡° The morning sun crept through the curtains too confidently for someone who had only gotten a few hours of sleep. Belle woke up stretching toward the ceiling and disoriented—until she caught a whiff of the shirt she was still wearing.

Oh. Right.

She was still in Rafe Cameron's house.

Still in his clothes.

Still very much tangled in a situation she didn't know how to explain to her brother. Or anyone, for that matter.

Belle was drawn into the kitchen by a hypnotizing smell. Coffee. She turned the corner and saw Rafe. He had made two cups of coffee. One had been untouched. "G'morning sunshine." Rafe had said with a touch of sarcasm. It was never simple with him.

"Hey." She replied, softly, still waking up.

"I, uh, I made you coffee. I don't know how you take it, so I didn't add anything to it." He explained while gesturing to the black coffee in a simple refined coffee cup. It was smooth yet polished, matching the rest of the kitchen's aesthetic.

"Thanks." She said, walking over to it as she spotted the creamer. Was this not utterly and completely weird to him? He was acting all well, normal. It felt more like roommates than sworn enemies on a one-night ceasefire. "Where's your dad? Is he okay?"

"Do you really care?"

"No." Rafe paused after her decline.

"He's out," he hesitated, almost like he was unsure "doing business."

"That's vague."

"Welcome to my world. That's about all my dad is doing. 24/7." Rafe sighed. "How'd you sleep?"

"Do you really care?"

"No." They shared a brief and light chuckle.

"It was good. You have huge windows, though."

"Windows?" Rafe laughed. "Your first night in a mansion ever and you noticed my windows?"

"You keep saying it's my first time in a mansion. You don't know me, I could have a very attractive kook boyfriend." Belle replied, self-righteously.

"Yeah, right." Rafe chuckled, cracking a smile but trying to hide it by keeping his head down. Belle simply rolled her eyes, playfully this time. Her phone rang. "Oh is that your kook boyfriend calling now?" Rafe joked. Rafe. Joked.

"Maybe." She bit her lip, giggling as she left the room to answer the phone.

"B! When're you coming home? Storm's cleared. I'm sure Lacy's sick of you by now." Oh. Right.

"Ha ha, Jayj. I'm leaving now."

"Ok. Drive safe and don't do anything I wouldn't do. I love you, lil sis."

"Love you too and that's a low bar. Byeee." Belle replied quickly to hang up before she could hear JJ's protest.

She walked back into the kitchen, where Rafe was already cleaning up the remnants of their coffee chat from just five minutes ago.

"You heading out?" Rafe silently offered to take her cup and wash it.

"Um, yeah. Thanks for—" She didn't want to admit she'd slept in his clothes. In his sheets. In his house. "Well, everything. And not being the worst."

"High praise," Rafe joked, now leaning casually on the kitchen island.

"Well," she paused, "I'll get out of your hair." She turned to leave, but just as her hand gripped the doorknob, Rafe's voice stopped her.

"You don't have to lie to him." He commented, leaning on the door frame separating the kitchen and living room.

She froze. "Lie to who?" she asked, though she already knew.

"JJ." Rafe's tone was dry, like it should have been obvious. "Lacy's not real."

Belle stopped cold.

Her fingers stayed wrapped around the doorknob as his words hit her. Slowly, she turned.

Rafe was leaning against the door frame, arms now crossed, his eyes steady and unreadable—but there was something behind them, something intense that made her feel exposed.

His firm gaze locked on hers. "So… who did you really spend the night with?"

She opened her mouth. "I don't-" Then closed it. What was she supposed to say? That it hadn't felt like just a place to crash? That his clothes still clung to her skin like a secret? That she wasn't sure she hated him anymore?

Belle blinked once. Then again.

She didn't answer. She couldn't. Because saying his name would make it real.

Instead, she turned the doorknob and walked out. Her silence carried weight behind her.

But not before Rafe added, just loud enough to follow her out the door: "Thought so."

[rebelsafoot]

Hi Hello! First of all I want to say your art brings me OH SO MUCH JOY. Your outfit design is incredible and inspires me to get better at it like AUUGH. 

So I know your Fantasy High Descendants AU is from last year, so it’s understandable if you don’t want to talk about it or have forgotten some details. HOWEVER if you are willing to discuss it I am very curious to hear about some of the other characters and thier relationships. (And in the third post you mentioned Fabian and Riz… my boys… my bias is very heavy)

No pressure though! Just know all your art and AUs are great and bring me personally a ton of joy :)

HELLO THANK YOU SO MUCH ??

also omg dude i was literally thinking about this au the other day because i missed talking about it so Thank You for this

the whole fabian and riz thing was something i wanted to talk about but never got around to doing it so this is the perfect opportunity !! their whole thing was basically what ben and carlos had going on in the second movie (which was INSANE btw Whats was going on with them ?) but its like, while the whole main plot is going on fabian and riz just have their weird best friend arc happening in the background

riz isn't fitting in that well and is freaking out about everything, fabian notices and is like "hey :) let me show u around :)" and its like a mixture of the ben/carlos dynamic and the regular fabian/riz insanity, but we Are keeping the dog plot because fabian literally has a hellhound so how could i Not keep it in

so fabian realizes that riz is terrified of dogs and is like we need to fix that Now, so he introduces him to the hangman! there's the whole thing from the movie where riz freaks out at first but ends up really liking the hangman and he opens up to fabian and they are Best Friends

it has been a while since i thought about this au (tragic) so there may have been a few details or changes i forgot, but that's the jist of the insane fabian and riz friendship arc in the second movie, fabian does also try to copy riz by eating glass in this au too

i really really want to do more with this au but i just need to think of like what i actually want to draw for it afdfhbfg im thinking maybe descendants 2 tbk and ratgrinders outfit designs bc thats all i know how to draw apparently, but if anyone has anything they want to see feel free to send an ask! no prommys ill get around to doing it, but the inspo would be great