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Dear good people, I am writing to you with pain and hope. We lost our tent, which was our last refuge after losing our home.Strong winds

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[jobean12-blog]

Birds of a Feather

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (friends to lovers)

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You have to attend a close relative's wedding and there's no one better to bring than your best friend, Bucky.

Author's Note: Seeing so much of happy Seb lately-and looking so good-made me want to write something sexy and fluffy so here we are. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thanks Daisy!🥰

Warnings: soft and sweet, tense and flirty, Bucky is the best in every way!

‘Come on up. Room 322.’

His thumbs hang limply over the phone screen, his brain going blank.

When he sent the text ten seconds earlier to let you know he’s arrived he figured you would meet him down in the lobby or at the hall.

Meeting you in the hotel room is a problem he anticipated when he gave himself a pep talk before leaving.

“She’s your best friend. Don’t do anything stupid…like go to the hotel room.”

His fingers finally start to move over the letters. ‘I can meet you down here…’

But maybe you need help with something?

He deletes the text, now typing, ‘is there anyone with you?,’ but that just sounds weird and possessive.

‘I can see you typing,’ you text. ‘Just come up. I need help.’

With a laugh, he deletes everything again and types simply, ‘be right there doll.’

His long legs carry him quickly to the elevator and when he presses the button for the third floor he takes a deep breath, his pulse climbing it’s way up his throat.

The door to your room is propped open with the dead bolt, but he knocks anyway.

“Come in Buck!”

Pushing it open just enough to peek his head in, he calls out, “I could be anyone, and you just invite me in without checking!”

“You just texted me you were coming up,” you sing from the bathroom, quickly continuing before he can say more, “and most of the people on his floor are friends or relatives here for the wedding.”

“Well, I’m glad to know you take your safety as seriously as I do,” he shouts back.

Your voice gets louder as you walk into the bedroom. “With you around I never have to worr…”

You stop for a breath when you see him, but your next words are lost to the blank void of his brain as he takes in your dress and how you look in it. To put it simply- stunning.

“Bucky?”

He startles, having no idea how long he’d been silent.

“Yeah doll…that’s…I’m here.”

When he finally drags his eyes to your face, you’re fighting a smile. “I asked if you could help me?”

“Oh, right. Sure. With what exactly?”

He cringes but steps closer.

“My dress?”

You turn around to show him the fabric at the back that hangs open, a tiny zipper dangling down at your lower back.

Trying to suppress a groan, but not being entirely successful he swallows hard. “That zipper looks very tiny.”

“It is,” you agree. “I realize I should have asked someone with smaller hands to help me out, but everyone is running around with their own nonsense so here we are.”

He approaches with a casual, “sure, of course doll.”

But then he does something without fully realizing it until the shiver runs along your back: he drags a knuckle down the curve of your spine.

You turn and look at him over your shoulder.

He just blinks and looks down to grab the zipper, mumbling about how small it is.

It’s quiet as he carefully pulls the zipper up and when he reaches the top he lets it fall and gently runs a finger along the top of the dress as he moves around to look at you.

“All set,” he whispers.

You smile and clear your throat before giving him an appreciative once over.

“You look hot.”

“Thanks doll. You…” and he struggles when his voice comes out a bit strangled, “you look breathtaking.”

You reach up and touch his bow tie, pulling at the neatly tied ends as you tell him, “I was hoping you’d arrive a flustered mess over how to tie this so I could do it for you.”

With a grin, he reaches up and tugs the end, untying it in a smooth pull.

“Figure you should do something in return after I battled that zipper,” he teases.

Still smiling, you take a hold of the tie, tugging it to align the ends evenly around his neck. “I didn’t get the impression it was such a hardship.”

His answering smirk is so telling you have to stifle a laugh.

“Are you feeling ready for this? I know these big events aren’t your favorite.”

“I’ll manage just fine doll, thanks. Besides, I’ve got the most beautiful date in the whole place.”

With your focus still on his bow tie he takes the opportunity to openly stare. When you smile at his sweet words he’s mesmerized by the way your soft lips part and his eyes stay glued to your mouth.

You look up to meet his gaze and he quickly lifts his eyes, a light pink sweeping across his cheeks.

You blink away and he looks down at your hands, noting the very little progress you’ve made.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

“Well…yes. I’m sure I can…”

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

“You might be right!,” you quip, “but I’m no quitter.”

He’d be happy to stand there all night.

You finally step back, surveying your work, and frown. “I’m going to be honest, not sure I made it look as good as you did.”

He looks down and undoes the mess and you glower as he handily fixies it.

“Wow, no need to gloat you butthead.”

He lets out a full-bodied laugh, eyes crinkled, and nose scrunched, and you enjoy the sight before he explains, “I’ve done it a million times. I’m always the one in the tux when we go undercover.”

“That’s because you’re the one that looks the best.”

“Thanks doll,” he answers quietly.

“There are so many people here,” you whisper as you lead him through the crowd in the hall.

He let’s out a low whistle, nodding in agreement and aking in the décor.

You greet people as you walk, introducing Bucky to those that don’t already know him. Their eyes follow you, curiosity piqued in their expression as they wonder who he is to you.

You wonder the same. Your favorite person in the world. Your best friend…and so much more?

You take his elbow and guide him forward toward the outside set up where the ceremony will take place. On the way you find your grandmother and introduce him.

Since he can’t take his eyes off you he notices the subtle shift in your demeanor, the softening of your face and the adoration in your eyes.

He expects a gentle handshake but instead gets pulled in for a hug.

“Oh darling, isn’t he a sight,” you grandma says, patting Bucky’s cheek. “And you,” she says, turning her eyes your way. “Gorgeous.”

“Thanks grandma,” you beam.

A woman whizzes by, catching your eye and pointing to her watch.

“Looks like it’s time,” you announce.

Bucky holds out one arm for your grandma and the other for you.

“And a gentleman too,” your grandma gushes as she loops her arm through his. “Definitely a keeper.”

“You can keep grandma company,” you say as you approach the chairs.

“Of course, doll,” he says and leans in to kiss your cheek before helping your grandma into her seat.

“I’ll see you after the ceremony.” You gather your dress and turn to head back inside to meet the wedding party. “Miss me,” you call over your shoulder with a playful smile.

He stares as you walk away, quietly admitting, “I already do.”

Slight nerves take over when you hear the music start but the moment you walk out into the crowd your eyes zero in on Bucky. And what do you know? He’s looking right back at you…and he doesn’t take his eyes off you the whole ceremony.

After the ceremony it takes forever to work your way through the crowd to him, and in between catching up with friends and family or directing someone somewhere, you catch glimpses of him smiling and laughing with your grandma and happily keeping her company.

When you finally do reach him, your grandma has been safely escorted to her seat and now a woman hangs off his arm- Jessica. You know her, an old family friend, and you like her well enough, but you step up behind them right as she asks Bucky if she can steal him for the first dance, and your stomach drops.

You jerk to a stop. He hasn’t seen you. He should accept. You’ll hate it, but you’re not in any position to protest.

But then Bucky says only a gentle, “sorry, no can do. Tonight, I’ve only got one dance partner.”

Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest, and you step closer, swallowing down the emotion.

“Hey you two!”

Bucky turns, extracting his arm from Jessica and setting a warm palm at your lower back.

“And here she is. My favorite dancing partner.”

Jessica leans around from his other side and says hello.

“Thanks for coming,” you tell her.

“Oh my god, of course. I wouldn’t miss it. And I was just meeting your friend, James, here.”

She emphasizes the word friend and at her usage of his real name you have to hold back a giggle.

“Isn’t he wonderful,” you hum, sliding your hand up his bicep. “He’s been keeping my grandmother company this whole time.”

She swoons and smiles at Bucky before turning back to you.

“He is. I just wasn’t expecting you to have a date. You’re usually always flying solo at these family events.”

You feel the smile slipping from your face and an uncomfortable laugh escapes.

The simple answer never comes to you, and you feel caught like a deer in the headlights.

“Actually, that’s only because I was away for work,” Bucky steps in smoothly. “I hate to miss any chance to be her date, but my schedule can be pretty demanding sometimes.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” Jessica says. “Work is important of course.”

“Yeah,” he answers, “but not as important as her. So, from now I won’t be missing another event.”

Jessica’s face does a thing. It’s a barely restrained, ‘oh okay, I see.’

Bucky’s smile remains but it doesn’t look entirely natural anymore but when he looks at you, every emotion on his face is genuine.

“Ready to find our seats doll face,” he asks you.

“Sure,” you reply.

“Well, it was nice to meet you Jennifer. Enjoy the party.”

With a firm hand, he leads you away. You allow yourself to be guided up the grassy path and indoors to where a band plays. Bucky grabs you two flutes of champagne off a passing tray and hands you one.

“That was swoony,” you tell him then take a sip.

“All I did was grab it from a tray doll. Time to raise your bar a bit.”

Laughing, you smack his beefy shoulder with your free hand. “Not that! The way you gently let Jennifer have it back there.”

He takes a sip, eyes on you. “She deserved worse, but I didn’t want to start trouble.”

With your brow raised you match his mischievous grin then you take his glass and set it down on one of the small tables, leading him to the dance floor.

He looks confused at first but when your hands slide up his chest and around his neck he circles his arms around your waist.

He relaxes against you, hands warm and strong on your lower back and you rest your cheek to his shoulder.

“You’re always so comfy.”

“Thank you.”

“And you always look out for me.”

He presses a kiss to your temple.

“Of course, doll.”

“You’re my favorite person in the Universe.”

He doesn’t respond at first, not for five or ten or thirty seconds. You keep waiting for the feeling of rejection in his silence but instead it feels like an agreement and finally his words confirm it.

“Mine too, doll.”

Your quiet slow dance is the last moment alone you have for the next few hours because what follows is a whirlwind of a reception.

And the whole time he can’t take his eyes off you.

“Think I’m ready to get out of here,” you say as you slump against his side.

He carefully holds you up as he stands and reaches to take your hand.

“Come on doll face. I’ll take you home.”

When you reach your apartment door your feet are aching, and your legs are tired. You retrieve your key from the hidden pocket in your small purse and slide it into the doorknob.

“I’m going to need you to unzip me,” you say, gesturing casually to your dress.

His silence makes you slowly turn around to face him and when you meet his eyes they’re heavy with heat and desire.

“Bucky?”

“Turn back around,” he says gruffly.

You do as your told and feel his exhaled puff of air against your bare shoulder before he takes your wrists in this hands and places your palms flat against the door. His metal fingers slide down one arm then trace the curve of your shoulder, while his other toys with the small zipper.

He starts to pull it down, so slowly, you feel every brush of his skin against yours and it sends a tremble across your body. For every new inch of your skin that he exposes his breath quickens. You can feel the heat of him so close and your fingers press into the hard wood of the door.

Once the fabric hangs loosely at the sides he stops and slips his hands inside to your waist and turns you back to face him.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs. “I…”

You drag your fingers along his temple and down his jaw. Your finger falls to his bottom lip, tracing it’s outline.

You can see it in his eyes, the understanding that everything between you is easy and you don’t have to try. It’s too good.

Your gaze drops to his lips again and your mouth goes soft. “Kiss me Bucky.”

The words are just barely out of your mouth and he’s already leaning in, lips on yours, warm and urgent, his hands rising to cup your face. Your instincts send tight, possessive fists to the lapels of his jacket and you melt completely into the domination and tenderness in his touch.

With a quiet groan he tilts his head, deepening the contact into a decadent slide, sending a hungry hand down your body once again and grabbing your ass to press all your softness against the hard planes of his body.

He catches your bottom lip between his teeth, drags slowly away, and you chase the contact, but he stops you, pressing his thumb over your lips.

He stares for what feels like forever, then kisses you again, lingering before he murmurs, “you’re so beautiful,” into the sensitive skin below your ear, and then repeats it quietly into your neck.

“Are you going to stay the night?” you ask breathless.

“If you’ll have m…”

“Yes. Yes Bucky.”

[afterglowsainz]

out of time | max verstappen

pairing: bsf!reader x max verstappen

summary: your best friend max and you have always been attracted to each other but you just keep dating other people instead of facing your feelings

fc: savannah lee smith

a/n: i’m still at the restaurant AGAIN (qatar 2024) (i’m also trying a new posting time so hopefully this won’t flop)

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[karemandohan1999]

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[mimipolo]

If you do nsfw requests, could you do nam-gyu being submissive? If not, how about sharing a bed with him? Thanks and have a great day! ❤️

sub!Nam-gyu x reader (nsfw)

This will be my first time writing smut but for you anon I will. You were definitely cooking with the idea tho, he could be made submissive.

It's another one of those cold nights. You're enjoying the cool weather, leaning against the window sill and gazing out dreamily. Life was tiring, managing check to check was tiring. But somewhere amid the chaos you managed to find solid ground, a stable job that pays enough to pay the bills and have extra left over. Life was good.

Even Nam-gyu was getting better, for you. Yes he's still working towards sobriety but you rather he'd be drunk or high off weed than drugs.

That's when you hear the door unlock from the living room. Knowing it was him from the jangling of his keys. Your mood perks up a bit knowing he's finally home from work, you missed him during the day as you usually worked from home.

You're about to step out the bedroom to welcome him home but he's already there, eyes low and focused as he hovers you. There's a softness to his demeanor you couldn't pin point. You couldn't name what's different yet so instinctively you still move in to embrace him. Linking your fingers behind his back as you kiss his jaw gently.

"Welcome home, how was work?"

"Okay."

At his dry response you're immediately confused, tilting your head slightly at him. Usually he'd be more than happy to talk your ear off about how annoying work was and it's crappy customers that spill liquor everywhere and so on.

But he's quiet, eyes still intently fixed on you as if expectantly. His breath smelling sweeter than usual is the only thing you could note. Your eyebrows screw together tighter as silence continues to dominate the room.

"Something happen?"

What you didn't expect was when you squeezed his waist to urge him to talk was the faint whimper that falls from his lips, his body suddenly hunching over yours. It feels hot to the touch even under his clothes.

"Please..."

Is the only word he mutters, his hands shakily reaching for you, digging themselves under your sweater to roam the warmth hidden under. It finally clicks in your head what's going on and it takes everything not to laugh at how soft he's being as he buries his head into your shoulder. You know he'd get embarassed and back out even in this state.

Glancing down to look into his eyes it didn't look like he was high, he looked transfixed. His face blushed a soft pink and lips slightly parted in a way that makes you want to coo at him.

"Please what Nam?" he groans in frustration at your words, already knowing he won't get anything unless he asks.

"You know what you always do this..." Huffing defeatedly against your neck as you rub his back.

"I want you... please." You roll your eyes softly at his answer, knowing this was the best you'd get from him as you lead him to lie on your bed.

His back is to the headboard and he's immediately grasping for you, grabbing your face firmly to kiss you as you straddle his lap. He's whining in the saddest way inbetween each breath as if he could do without air. When he knows you're not pulling away he lets go of your face and holds your waist in a death grip, still pulling you impossibly closer.

You smile against his sloppy kisses while your hands move to his waist, fingers purposefully grazing his crotch to see how sensitive he was. The violent buck into your palm tells you enough, he sighs shakily at the feeling, stopping mid kiss to collect himself, his gaze shifting away from yours as he mutters something you can't decipher under his breath.

"It's okay hm? You came to me for help right?"

You gently comfort him through it, you knew he couldn't handle the potential ego bruise if you teased him too much. He brushed his hair hurriedly behind his ears as he nods, sitting up right for you as if he was recieving a reward.

Stiffling a whimper behind his hand as he watches you unzip his trousers, his breaths are heavy above you and you're honestly just enjoying doing things slowly. He's so hard it hurts and he genuinely wonders how he managed to stay calm when he first saw you, looking at him so affectionately.

The thought of you just looking at him like that again has him grinding into your hand as you finally peel off his boxers. Seeing you holding up his shirt he takes charge of taking the peice of cloth from your hands and keeping it between his teeth. You look up at him gratefully and his body flushes hotter. He didn't understand why he always felt this way whenever you looked so calm taking him into your care.

He's hot, everywhere you could tell his body was flushed even under the moonlight. He leans towards the thicker side and he's an overall average length. A soft squeeze draws a low moan from him, beads of pre cum dripping thickly from his tip. You both just stare for a moment before he breathlessly speaks up.

"I- Just do it already or I'm gonna lose it here..."

His grip on your hips even tighter as he waits for you, never taking any action himself, a silent agreement of obedience. You peck his lips softly, moving your hand slowly up and down his shaft, whispering sweet words that have him curling into you almost suffocatingly.

Eventually you pick up the pace slightly, his mouth now sucking into the skin of your neck, out of his own desire to have you and to quiet his moans. You could feel the slick from his tip smearing on your clothes, still so persistent to get closer to you as if he isn't already breathing down your neck. A broken "Faster-" catches your attention and you realise you'd been maintaining the same pace for at least twenty minutes.

"'M sorry, gonna get you there okay?" You mutter apologetically, your free hand stroking through his hair. He tries to respond but he's cut off by being jerked off faster, nodding his head as he unlatches his mouth from your neck. He's switching between curses and strained "thank you"'s the faster you go.

You know he's getting close when his hips start flinching and his body's so hunched over yours you could end up on your back, it was like he was engulfing you(it's happened before.) You genuinely wonder what has him so worked up like this all of a sudden but you don't mind, it's one of the only times he likes to listen to whatever you say.

With a gutteral moan he suddenly comes undone, shooting ropes into your fist. Slipping down the smooth surface of his abdomen and unfortunately, on your sweater too. You watch him with wide eyes, he came faster than he usually does. He slowly comes down from his high, you softly jerking him through it.

He seems to come back to reality at the last moment, unconsciously leaning his full body weight against you. You groan externally as you're made to fall onto your back, his hands squeezing at your chest dazily as he moves to rest his head against yours.

You can feel the cum on his stomach smear against yours when he shifted it up to get his hands under your sweater, making you groan in annoyance. But he seems completely unbothered, to you and the mess he's made of your clothes.

"Care to share what happened now?"

"Chocolates at work, dunno they had some crazy shit in them, felt so good." Is what he mutters before dosing off but you're left thinking. Aphrodisiacs? At the bar? He didn't ask before just eating them??You don't get the opportunity tonight to ask him all your questions. They'll have to wait till later.

I hope this is okay, I honestly was sweating writing this.

[trustmypoison]

SVT with a low-maintenance partner

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘Hieee, can you please do a seventeen reaction to this significant other being low maintenance? Thank you ❤️❤️’

Drives him crazy!! - Seungcheol, Woozi, Seungkwan

Sometimes, he grabs you by the shoulders and begs, ‘Please let me spoil you!!’ It drives him nuts that you want for so little, and when you do, it’s usually practical things. Let him buy you jewelry, or designer clothes, or a new bag, or a car, or, or, or. He respects that you’re not materialistic, really. He even admires it. But he wants you to know you never have to want for anything. So trust that the moment you mention that you like something, it’s showing up the next day. Like, you could say, ‘Maybe I should get my nails done,’ and he’s booked an appointment and paid ahead of time. 

Doesn’t mind it - Jeonghan, Joshua, DK, Minghao, Chan

Doesn’t have strong feelings about it either way. Would he like to get you nice things sometime? Of course! Would he just get some things now and then just because? Of course! But if you really have no interest in something, that’s okay with him, too. Like, if you’re into thrifting or things like that, he’s supporting that just as much as the occasional designer purchase. He just likes to get you things you like, and there are really no wrong answers. 

Sort of lives for it - Jun, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Vernon

Sort of loves that you find a lot of the high-maintenance things superfluous. I kind of get the impression that these guys tolerate things like that because of the requirements of their career and ambassadorships that they’re asked to do, but it wouldn’t always be their preference if it were up to them. So he goes to thrift shops and second-hand stores with you, and if he sees something that you might like, cost (especially if it’s cheap) means nothing to him. But, best believe that if you showed any interest in something more expensive, he’d have his credit card ready saying ‘Okay, baby.’ 

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Hiii!! is it okay if I request a comfort(?) scenario/headcanons with Vil, Idia, Malleus and Lilia where a female protagonist feels self-conscious about having stretch marks and/or cellulite, thanks (Sorry if it's not spelled well, English is not my native language)

COMMENTS: So... even though I myself am a woman, I genuinely never saw stretch marks or cellulite as something bad or ugly, and I still don't. So maybe making the characters share the same vision as me would be accurate? The only exception to complete indifference is Vil, but not in the way you might be thinking.

Btw, I didn't see any point in writing this in a context other than an already advanced relationship given the topic. Fortunately, the 4 characters are 18 years or older so it doesn't end up being... you know, too weird.

I explain at the end why I couldn't write anything for Malleus or Lilia. But despite that, I hope you and all like what I managed to write. ❤️

CHARACTERS: Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud

TAGS: Fluff; Fem!Reader; Comfort; In a Relationship; Suggestive(?)

WORD COUNT: An average of 580 words per character

CONTEXT: I don't think it would make sense for two people to have this kind of intimate conversation outside of a romantic or even sexual relationship. So in that situation, he and you would be in a relationship.

This was an insecurity of yours from the beginning. After all, your boyfriend was none other than Vil Schoenheit. It would be worrying enough if he were a normal model, but he's not only a super model but one of the biggest in all of Twisted Wonderland.

He had already noticed that since you started dating you seemed more worried and less confident about your appearance and that was when he said to you:

“I am the one who needs to be perfect, not you. If I wanted to date a model I could do it, but my standards in romantic relationships are others. Different from some of my colleagues in this field. I will always help you to further improve your image if you wish and feel comfortable with it. Please don't see this as me wanting you to change your appearance, but as an attempt to make you as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside.” He pauses for a second. “However, for some reason, there's something that bothers me about the possibility of making you start living the same lifestyle as me.”

But he would only get the answer to why that bothered him later.

“The truth is: you are my escape. I don't feel the pressure to be perfect with you because... you know I'm not and yet you look at me with more admiration than anyone else. You are my escape from the superficial and futile parts of my professional life. When you live in these types of environments, you start to lose track of what really matters and what really does you good. Thinking about you being swallowed up by this... and losing your genuine smile... because of me... I can't allow it! Please know that no opinion about your appearance matters other than your own. And it wasn't just that that made me fall in love.”

This may have made you feel more comfortable and confident about your appearance again, but as the relationship became more serious and you became more intimate, eventually your problem with stretch marks and cellulite began to affect your mood again.

At home, Vil had massage sessions from time to time not only to help him relax but also for other healthy effects it had on his body. He thought that now that he was dating you, maybe it would be interesting for him to buy massage products and for you to start having these sessions with each other.

“You deserve a massage probably even more than I do.” He tells you, referring to the hardships you go through with Grim and the others.

And that's when he realizes from your hesitation that something about your appearance has bothered you again. He asks you to tell him and that you can trust him. After all, if you couldn't, what kind of boyfriend would he be? And you end up talking about your stretch marks and cellulite.

“I see.” He says understandingly. “I've never had them myself, but I've met many women in the beauty industry who talk about it to each other. Not to mention the advertisements for products for it. Do you remember what I told you when we first started dating and you felt less confident about your appearance? I am the one who needs to be perfect, not you. Furthermore, from what I understand, these marks are usually found on areas around the stomach, hips, breasts, and thighs.” He looks at you seductively. “You don't really think I would have any kind of criticism if you gave me the honor of seeing these parts of your body, do you? Why don't you let me give you that massage? I'll show you what I truly find beautiful about you.”

At first you didn't even think about it. It was only when the relationship started to get more serious and you started to sleep together from time to time that you started to worry.

Especially when Idia started having less of a problem walking around you shirtless. And giving hints about how he would like to see you wearing his shirts, without pants.

One day he says he wants to acknowledge the elephant in the room, but instead of asking why you hide your body so much, he asks if you still don't consider him worthy of seeing his girlfriend comfortably sexy.

“You never hid the fact that you like to see me shirtless.” He says while playing some game on the computer. “I also want to see you like that. Not necessarily shirtless, that's another level, but like, you know I don't like to embody the confident handsome guy who likes to walk around with little clothing on." His hair starts to turn hot pink.” But... I like how you look at me when I do. And what you say. Which I never understood ‘cause I don't even have good physics. But you do! You would be that character that every player simps for.” He sinks into his chair. “But I understand, getting that kind of look from me is disgusting...”

You may have your insecurities, but he has them too. And finally you feel the need and the comfort enough to reveal to him that that isn’t the problem, that you would also like him to find you hot as you find him and that the problem is your marks.

“What marks? Like scars? Don't tell me you have cool battle scars, like doesn't that make a person even sexier?”

You say you're not talking about scars, but stretch marks and cellulite.

“... Yah... sorry, I think I rolled a natural 1 in intelligence for this. What was that again?”

You say they are marks, irregularities and dimples in the skin and that he can search them on the internet. He does that.

“It says that these are natural things that don't do any harm. But they can impact self-image.” He researches a little more. “Wait! Are you trying to tell me that you find these strips and irregularities ugly enough to the point that you have to hide them? THIS?” He smiles mockingly “Oh no! How horrible! Your skin looks like... skin! What a tragedy!”

He will be very happy if you can laugh with him.

“As if I would even notice that. It says here that these marks are usually found on areas around the stomach, hips, breasts, and thighs. Do you really think that if I saw these parts of your body it would be little stripes and dimples that would catch my attention?” The pink in his hair becomes more intense. “I may be a shut-in but don't lump me in with those worms who define their standards based on adult videos. I can assure you that's not what you'll have to worry about if you take your clothes off in front of me.”

He finally looks at you with a seductive look and smiles confidently when he sees that you are flustered.

I really really really tried to imagine scenarios with Malleus or Lilia, but I couldn't think of anything very meaningful.

Malleus wouldn't understand the problem even if you tried to explain it to him because... it doesn't make sense to him. They're just marks. He also has marks, like, on his forehead. Is there something wrong with this?

And Lilia would just laugh for you thinking this is a problem and just tell you to forget about it.

They wouldn't understand, because it wouldn't make any difference to them at all. And that's it.

With Vil and Idia I was able to think of something because they are, like, from this generation, and because one is in the beauty industry and the other is, probably, chronically online, they can see where your insecurity comes from. But for someone like Malleus or Lilia, this type of insecurity has no basis whatsoever. I really don't know what to write with them.

Sorry. 🥺

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[thef1diary]

THESE DIRTBAG!DANNY FICS EAT I LOVE THESE. LIKE IM SORRY BUT I GENUINELY DON’T HAVE GOOD IDEAS AND YET I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. HMMM… LEMME THINK.. (i have never done this before sorry babe)… MAYBE SOMETHING LIKE BEING INLOVE WITH HIS TATTOOED THIGHS/ADAMS APPLE (two completely different things ik) AND A LITTLE BIT OF A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP I KNOW ITS ALOT TO ASK AND IM SORRY. LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️❤️

— thank youuu!! I did a lil something on his thighs so lemme bring the attention to Danny’s adam’s apple. Em knows how I went feral over it recently and I knew I had an ask about it somewhere! 18+ content below

You had no business being this obsessed. It was just an adam’s apple—a piece of cartilage, for God’s sake—but on Daniel, it was mesmerizing. The way it bobbed when he swallowed or spoke, the way it stood out when he tilted his head back, the way it seemed to mock you with how much you wanted to sink your teeth into it.

You were straddling him now, his shirt hanging loose on your body, the buttons barely holding together as his hands roamed under the hem. He was smirking, always so goddamn cocky, but your gaze stayed locked on the column of his throat. His head tilted back against the couch, exposing his neck, and you felt heat pool between your thighs.

“You’re staring again, sweetheart,” Daniel drawled, his voice deep and gravelly, the vibration of it visible in the rise and fall of his throat.

“I’m not,” you lied, your eyes betraying you as they trailed back to his throat.

“Oh, you’re definitely staring,” he teased, his hand sliding up to the back of your thigh. “You’ve got a thing for my neck, huh? You're staring at it like you’re starving.”

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t deny it. How could you? The thoughts racing through your mind were filthy beyond reason. You wanted to kiss him, bite him, lick every inch of that thick neck until he was a panting mess beneath you. You wanted to feel his adam’s apple bob against your tongue as he swallowed your name, wanted to sink your teeth into the tendon that stretched so perfectly whenever he turned his head.

“Fuck off,” you muttered, shifting in his lap, trying to mask the wetness pooling in your panties. But Daniel wasn’t having it.

“Aw, don’t get shy on me now,” he crooned, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on your inner thigh. “You’re not very subtle, you know. I can feel the way you clench every time I swallow.”

You clenched again, your thighs squeezing around him involuntarily, and his laugh was a low, dirty thing that made your stomach flip.

“Fuck, you’re obsessed,” he said, his hand sliding up to your waist, holding you steady as you tried to wiggle away. “You wanna bite me, don’t you? Leave a pretty little mark right here?” He dragged two fingers up the column of his neck, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed for emphasis.

Your breath hitched, and he noticed. Of course he noticed.

“Go on,” he dared, his voice dropping an octave, rough and teasing. “Get it out of your system. Or do I need to beg you to choke me first?”

Your head snapped up at his words, your stomach flipping violently. You hadn’t said a single thing about that. But now that he’d put it out there, the idea lodged itself firmly in your mind. Your fingers twitched, and your gaze darted to his throat, imagining how his skin would feel under your hands—hot and firm, his pulse pounding against your palm.

“You’re insane,” you muttered, but it came out weaker than you intended, breathier, like you were already caving.

“I’m not the one eye-fucking someone’s neck,” he shot back, smirking. “But don’t stop now, sweetheart. I love this attention.”

Your hands trembled as they found their way to his neck, your thumbs brushing over his adam’s apple. His pulse thumped against your fingers, steady but quickening. His throat flexed as he swallowed, and your breath hitched at the way it felt under your touch.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes hooded as he watched you. “That all you got? Thought you wanted to leave a mark.”

His words spurred you on, and you surged forward, your lips finding the curve of his throat. You kissed him there, soft and tentative at first, but it wasn’t enough. Your teeth scraped against his skin, and when he groaned, low and guttural, you bit down just enough to feel the muscle under your teeth.

“Goddamn,” he rasped, his hands finding your hips and gripping them hard. “Knew you were filthy, but this? Shit, sweetheart.”

You kissed and licked your way up to his adam’s apple, your tongue flicking over it as it bobbed. He cursed again, the sound rough and desperate, and his hips bucked against you, sending a jolt of heat straight to your cunt.

His adam’s apple moved against your tongue, and it was intoxicating—the rough texture of his skin, the way his muscles shifted beneath your lips, the sound of his groan rumbling in your ears.

“I can feel you twitching,” you murmured against his skin, letting your teeth graze the protrusion. “Does it turn you on? Knowing I can’t stop thinking about marking you up?”

Daniel’s laugh was low and breathless, his hips jerking up against you. “You’re a fucking menace,” he said, his voice raspier now, rougher, like your attention was unraveling him.

“Maybe,” you admitted, your lips curling into a smile as you pressed another soft kiss to his adam’s apple. Then, without warning, you sucked hard, your teeth scraping lightly against it.

Daniel’s reaction was immediate. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough to leave bruises, and a deep, guttural groan ripped from his throat. “Shit, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his hands sliding up to the small of your back, pulling you tighter against him.

You grinned, your tongue flicking over the reddened skin you’d just claimed. “Not until I’ve had my fill,” you teased, your lips ghosting over his throat again, taking your time to savor the taste of him—the faint tang of sweat and salt and something that was undeniably Daniel.

“You love this, don’t you?” he said, his voice rough, his breath uneven. “You love knowing I’ll let you do whatever you want. Choke me, mark me up—hell, I’ll let you ruin me, sweetheart. Just say the word.”

You laughed breathlessly, your tongue flicking over the spot you’d just bitten, your hands tightening around his neck as you rocked your hips against him.

“Don’t tempt me,” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear. “I might just take you up on that.”

And based on the way he bucked against you, hard and desperate, you knew he’d actually let you.

want more dirtbag!danny? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[aurorawritestoescape]

ANYTHING for my man!! His breeding obsession is so hot and reader is amazing for getting what she wants in a safe way😏 well kinda safe 😅

Yes! I’m never too tired for NWs! In any au!😌🧎🏼‍♀️

YESSS SO HOT!!🥵🥵 can’t stop rereading it😵‍💫

HELL YEAH!!! I’m packing my bags🏃🏼‍♀️🥳

Thank you to the anon for such a bomb ask and thank you, Toxy, for such a hot date with my man!🐆🍃🥹😍❤️❤️❤️

I am humbly crawling to your page to confess my latest obsession: serial breeder!Joel.

no outbreak!universe Joel without Sarah, an old creep who lives in a lone house where every woman goes to get bred.

basement breeder

joel miller x f!reader, 1k words

Ty for sharing this delicious thot. Almost sounds like you know who 🍃 in another life where he does have them coming and going from the basement at all hours. Standalone. 18+ PWP imagine, break-in, manhandling, breeding piv, degradation, praise, mating press, carries you, pet names.

Imagine going there to get bred while you're consciously on birth control, and he gets obsessed with impregnating you specifically. You show him a positive fertility test, and he gets more aggressive. God damn, he's gonna make this work. Meanwhile, you don't seek him out the next time you (would) ovulate, and he notices, wonders if you're giving up or letting some other guy take a shot. That ain't gonna fly. . .

He quietly breaks into your dim basement while you're folding laundry on your dryer, wearing earbuds. From behind, a hand clamps over the lower half of your face. You scream into his massive palm while his other arm wraps around you, biceps bulging, stretching his white tee. He pins you against the dryer, and the warm, hard shape you feel through his pj pants sends a rush of need to your core.

With you pinned there by his clothed arousal, the arm around you falls away. His free hand brushes the shell of your ear then nudges your earbud out. He reaches to repeat this on the other side, then wraps his arm around you again and gives your breast a squeeze. He brings his mouth close to your ear, and his voice is deep and low. "Stayin' home like it ain't the most important day'a the month."

Oooh, is he mad? God, he's hot like this.

When you struggle, he adds, "Or *did ya* stay home? ... You some kinda cumslut now?"

You subtly shake your head 'no', with your nostrils brushing against the edge of his hand.

"Nah," his hips push forward, "you want this cum," he grinds.

You go quiet and relax your body. He thrusts against you at a slow rhythm, and you're getting wet. A little "Mm?" slips from your lips into his palm.

"Yeahh, that's right," he continues, "Want it bad, don't ya, pumpkin?"

"Mm," you just barely nod.

"Good girl," he says and takes his hand away from your mouth.

You clear your throat. "I was just tired."

"Tired," he laughs. "That's a good one."

He's normally good about foreplay--with you, at least - your body and your scent turns him on so bad. His hands are incredible, and he touches you just how you like it. He's even been known to bury his face between your legs. But this time, he's fully on a mission.

He hikes up your skirt and pulls your panties aside, then spits on his hand and pats the saliva between your legs.

"Ooh," he reacts to your warm, wet cunt against his lingering hand. "Didn't needa do all that, did i? Shit, you're always ready for me." He tugs down his pj pants, then his warm, smooth cockhead prods at your cunt, smearing precum into his saliva and your desire. You bend forward and rest your forearms on the clean laundry abandoned in front of you, then scoot your feet back to give him a better angle.

"Good girl," he whispers.

He buries his length in you with a groan, and your insides spread around his girth. "I'll knock ya'up, baby." He holds your waist, and with a punch of his cock he bottoms out, "Ahh." When he withdraws a few inches, you spread your feet, tilt your hips, and push back on him. "Hell yeah." He bottoms out again, then grabs your hips with both hands and pounds you.

He's on a mission - he's not trying to make it last. And he's been aching hard ever since he got it in his mind to do this. He was palming himself over his pants for relief as he walked up to your basement door.

He's giving it to you hard and stiff, weeping precum into your poor stretched hole with every powerful thrust. "Yeah, take it, baby," he breathes, and promises, "put a baby in ya," making you twitch and throb, close to bliss. When he picks up the pace, pummeling you near jackhammer speed, his words are broken by his rhythm, "ahhh, yeahhh--- cum on this cock." When you whine he says, "yeahhh, you want this cum," and you see stars.

You unravel and moan his name, feeling your face heat up after it slips out.

"Fuck yeah," he breathes, pounding you through it.

He abruptly pulls out, and you whimper at the loss. You start to protest, but he takes your panties all the way down, leaving your twitching pussy bare. He forces you around to face him, then bends his knees and you put your arms around him as he lifts you. You wrap your legs around him, and he sinks you onto his stiff cock, letting out a grunt as he bottoms out. After adjusting your weight, he walks you to your nearby bed. With each step, your clit rubs against him.

He lays you down and folds you into a mating press. His thrusts are hard and deep. "ungh," he grunts, "yeah," another thrust, "ohh fuck, " he bottoms out and throbs, warmth gushing into your depths. "God damn, baby." With another hot burst, he deepens the mating press, determined for his seed to take. Your thighs feel a deep stretch. He hovers over your face, and a drop of sweat hits your cheek.

Breathing heavily, he inches back then thrusts forward again, repeating this action a few times as his balls empty. The last thrust ends with a sigh. With his work done–for now–he stays inside and keeps you in the mating press. He wets his lips, admiring your face. “God damn, you look hot like this.”

"yeah?" You reply.

Nodding slowly, he dips his head and scans your body with hungry eyes. He can't help but pull his hips back an inch to admire the sight of your cunt spread around his fat cock. And God damn, what a sight. Not planning on pulling out any time soon, he fully sheathes himself with a low, soft grunt.

"shit, I oughta clear my schedule," he muses, glancing up from where your bodies are joined. He subtly nods and shifts his eyes around as though thinking it over, rocking his hips absent-mindedly. "Yeah," he concludes, "if this don't take ... take ya to my place 'til it does."

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My Basement Breeder Adjacent One-shots

For breaking into your basement, Sleeping Beauty - CNC home invasion / somnophilia with another night walks doppelganger.

For serial breeding, a post-outbreak one shot, the old fashioned way, a different Joel and he's a real professional, not a creep.

TYSM for reading, friends. And truly, thank you for your engagement and support. You're a light in my life when it's in shambles lol. Love y'all 🫶🏼

[theartofwoompwoomp]

I love your sweet comfort Jazz fic. He just fits that perfectly.

I’m wondering about a moment where he goes protective mode. I love sweet fic where the bots goes switch mode on demeanor. Could be platonic or romantic. Something like they’re out and about being goofy then something happens he goes almost feral in protection mode. Does that frighten or impress?

Im their Guardian.

Jazz x reader

a/n : Thanks im glad you enjoyed the fics, personally im never sure if i get the characters personality well, so im glad ya like it. Also thanks for the ask i loved this idea <3

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Now, Jazz is an amazing guardian. His love for human culture and chill personality definitely made it easier for you to get along with him.

And in all the time you have known him, he’s always been the same. Usually when describing him your go to words were “hard worker” and “cool dude”. 

Never once had you truly seen any serious sides of him, unless he was fighting in the war. 

Which is why your image of him never changed.

But that’s the thing with personalities. They can be so complex to the point certain sides only are seen in special circumstances.

Which is why today shouldn’t have been any different.

Jazz knew how much you wanted to go (an event of something you like). You had gotten dressed up and everything. How could he not take you himself? Especially when you’re so excited about it as well.

Once there, he didn’t mind if he had to wait in a parking lot or be in a garage. You both prepared a bunch of things he could do while being in aft-mode.

And time definitely went a lot faster when you called him and stayed on call the rest of the time. 

He felt as he were there with you. 

Both of you continued talking about the surroundings and stuff you got from giftshops. Even buying a shirt that says “I ❤️ Robots”

The whole time his spark was warm at the smile on your face. He loved seeing you light up as you continued talking with him about your interests, and how you got stuff for him and yourself.

But, his first suspicion of something being wrong was from your movement on the screen. You seemed to have speed up your pace. But when the call got cut off he was long gone from the parking spot.

Speeding towards the entrance hoping to pick you up.

When he arrived he saw you not far ahead, but you were worried… and, scared? 

Getting closer he saw someone older than you following behind. … too closely 

Observing a bit more, he saw they had your phone in hand, and were taking you somewhere and trying to not make it obvious. 

His motor went full power as he rushed in alt-mode. And when you turned around with a tear stained face, all of his sense was lost. 

Revving his engine as he not so subtlety headed straight for the person, he stuck out his arm and pulled you in. Tucking you safely inside him and bumping pretty hard into the person hurting you. 

He was pissed.

No one should dare think they could get away with hurting the person most dear to him.

You are everything he has. And no one was going to take that away. Only calming down when you do.

And you were definitely shaken up by the whole thing.

Honestly, it was a bit of a roller coaster. First, you felt extremely relieved you’re big guy had found you. Next, feeling terrified at the thought he might actually put someone down with the fishies. Finally, calmed down cause he didn’t, and the whole time after he treated you with extra care. 

Still inside him as he drove back to base, you place a small kiss on the dashboard and thank him. Feeling him chuckle as the car vibrates. He’d tell ya to rest and start playing a playlist he created for you.

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Masterlist 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 14

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Photo Inspo

When Castro leaves, there’s no buffer left to you. As usual, you have no defense against this man. You feel Bucky watching you as you avoid him.

You take in the decor. As nice as it is, it’s just another reminder of the distance between you and this man. He has everything and you have nothing. You are entirely at his whim. 

He sighs and you sense the subtle shift behind you as he stands. You glance over your shoulder as he strips off his jacket. He stretches his neck to either side and it pops. 

“May as well get settled, doll, too late to send you off now,” he drawls. 

You face him entirely and nod. Resignation isn’t such a new feeling to you. He looks at you with a fire in his eyes. He comes forward and you plant your feet. 

“Are you excited? At all? A wedding? A wardrobe? The most powerful man in the city?” He stops before you and tilts his head. 

You stare at him and open your mouth. You should lie to him but you can’t force the words out. Despite your speechless gape, he doesn’t appear disappointed. He cups your cheek and his tongue peeks out over his lip and he considers you. 

“I respect that. You’re too honest for your own good.” His thumb brushes up to your temple. “So I’ll ask the big question, do you think... do you think I’m handsome, doll? I have been told I got nice eyes but I got a lot of people around me who will tell me whatever I wanna hear.” 

You flinch and narrow your eyes. You feel a dimple pinch. He smirks. 

“You think that’s funny,” he states. 

“I guess. You don’t need me to answer that, do you?” 

He takes a breath, “maybe not but I’d like to hear it from you.” 

You look down then flick your eyes back up, “yes, you are handsome, Mr. Barnes.” 

He snickers and brings his other hand up, cradling your head gently. “And you’re gorgeous, baby.” You scrunch your face and clucks, “don’t make that face, you know it too.” 

“Barnes--” 

“Bucky,” he insists. 

“Bucky,” you echo wistfully. 

“Hey, I know I gotta treat you right or one day you’ll find someone to take care of me--” 

You shove him, not thinking. His words lash you like a fiery whip. He takes a step back, though you know that you truly can’t impact him that much. 

“Don’t you dare—How could you say that to me?” 

His eyes drift placidly then spark as they fall on you again, “you play innocent with everyone else. It’s perfect, but not with me. I know what you’re capable of.” 

Your nose tingles, “you don’t understand--” 

“I don’t?” He arches a brow. “I don’t understand the bruises on your neck or the desperation in your voice? I didn’t deliver you exactly what you wanted on a platter?” 

“Why are you doing all this? What—do I have to get on my knees and thank you?” You step forward then stop. You sneer and drop to your knees. You clasp your hands together with a clap. “Oh, Bucky Barnes, the King, thank you for putting that gun in my hand. Thank you for taking those years of abuse and twisting them into your prize. Thank you. Is that good enough?” 

He looks down at you. His expression is clear, calm. He holds out his hands. 

“Get up,” he demands. 

“No, you want me on my knees. You want me beneath you. To know that I owe you this life.” You tug but he doesn’t let go. “I don’t want it. I never did. I just wanted... I wanted my sisters to be free.” 

He slowly bends his knees and lets you go. He comes eye level with you as you take a breath. He scoops you up in a single motion and you cry out. He hikes you up, turning you sideways in his arms. You push on his chest, your other arm stuck against him. 

“Barnes--” 

“Why don’t you just call me James then? If you’re going to act like my mother,” he growls as he marches past the sofa. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t--” 

“You meant it. Goddamn it, doll, that’s as genuine as you’ve been with me. Don’t think I’m stupid,” he takes you into the foyer and turns up the large staircase. You wriggle as panic swells in me. 

“Please, I’m... I don’t know what I’m doing. I told you--” 

You voice fizzles as he remains silent, his expression stone. You look down and shudder in his embrace. He carries you to the second floor and down a hallway. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the four-postered bed, dropping you onto the plush cushion. 

“All you need to worry about knowing how to do, is keeping me happy,” he snarls. “That’s it.” He glares at you with a fearsome leer. “I told you, all I want is you. Not your lies, not your groveling, just you.” 

You prop yourself up on your elbows, “I...” you search his face. “I don’t know how to give you that.” 

He steps closer and bends over you slowly. A hot breath plumes from his nose as he plants his hands on either side of you. You drag yourself up on the bed and he lowers himself to trap you there. He leans in until his nose touches yours. 

“You don’t gotta try so hard,” he brushes his nose on your cloyingly. “You just gotta... be...” his traces down to your cheek, nuzzling you. “Doll,” he tilts his head to nibble your lower lip. He growls and pulls on it until it slips free. 

He frames your chin as he comes down onto an elbow. He crushes his lips to yours and you hum in surprise. His tongue begs for entrance and you easily abide his plea. His hand slips down to your throat as he invades your mouth. Like everything he ever taken, he claims you with brute force. 

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Hiiii! :))

This is kinda one of my first times requesting, so I don't know if I'll do this right, so please bare with me 🙏😞

Since you're asking for requests, I thought about a fem!reader x Hwang In-Ho smut one shot? I don't know if you're willing to do aus, but maaaybe a professor!Hwang In-Ho x student!reader au (legal ofc) where the reader is in love with his professor and thinks he doesn't know (he has heard her talk with her friends before) because she's well behaved and all of these things (the professor definitely knows, he just finds it cute and she's much younger). He isn't giving any signs of liking her back, so she thinks he's oblivious (she's grateful for that), till the final day of classes where the professor is giving the final grades, and she got the best of the class, so he manages to give her grades to her the last, keeping them alone in the classroom? And then confessions and smut ensues?

You can change it to your liking, sorry if I wrote too much :')

TYSM IN ADVANCE 💕💕

-🪐 anon (since now)

OMG THIS IS AN AMAZINGGG IDEA THANK YOU SM 🪐 I LOVE YOU❤️❤️

TEACHERS PET // HWANG IN-HO

Pairing: student!reader x teacher!Hwang In-Ho

Warnings: smut so 18+, teacher x student, no protection (I forgor), praising, lowk ddlg idfk, huge age gap, creampie, ig thats it?

An: shiiiii im sorry if this feels really rushed🙁 school just started again and I’m so tired😪 pls enjoy🙏 also omg I watched Bungee Jumping Of Their Own today and I cried so much :(

In school everyone knew you as the kind and well behaving girl. All the teachers liked you and you were top of your class. But between your friends you were known for having a crush on your teacher. All of your friends knew about it, because you cant keep your mouth shut. But what can you do when your teacher is hot as hell and just soo dreamy. In fact you spent many classes just dreaming about him and not getting any work done.

Right after the bell rings, In-ho’s students slowly arrive in his classroom. He’s usually at the door greeting the students, and of course looking for his favourite student who is of course you. He tried not to smile at you as you walked in and sat with your friends. And of course, again, you spent the whole class just looking at him.

At the end of the class he got up and said to the whole class, “I’m really glad that I got to teach you all this year. Now I’ll give you all your final tests back. When you hear your name, come here for a moment and after that you’re free to leave.” You were sat at the very back of the classroom with your friends. You actually wanted to sit at the very front, so you could be close to In-Ho, but your friends dragged you to the back.

Finally, he called your name. You were the very last one in the room. You quickly got up and walked over to his desk. “Here. Good job.” In-Ho said as he handed the paper to you. He watched you smile, when you saw that you got the best grade possible. “You’re my top student.” He told you, as he got up and gave you a little pat on the shoulder. Right when you’re about to thank him, he interrupts you. “I need to talk to you about something”

As you heard those words leave his mouth, it felt like your heart skipped a beat. ‘Is this it? Does he like me?’ Were the only things in your mind. For three years, you had been giving him signs that you were really in love with him. But you never got anything back from him, until now.

“I’ve heard what you’ve said about me to your friends.” He said with a grin on his face. “Oh! Sir I’m so sorry-” you manage to say before he interrupts you again. “It’s okay. I have those feelings towards you too.” He said and stood up from his chair and taking a step closer to you. He lifted your chin up with his fingers and looked lovingly in your eyes. You hesitated for a moment but still crashed your lips together with him. You started to make out on his desk.

You made out for some time and slowly, you pulled away from him even though it was really difficult. “What if Someone catches us?”you asked while you were still holding his face in your hands. “Look.” He pointed at the clock. “You’re not my student anymore, so it’s okay.” He reassured you. ”you still wanna do this?“ he asked, playing his hands on your hips. You looked in his eyes and said ”Yes.”

He pulled you by your hips and turned you around, so that now you were bending over his desk. He put most of his weight on you so you couldn’t get away from him and slowly kissed you down from your neck to your thighs. This was easy for him, because you usually wore a skirt to school, or at least in the summer. When he lifted your skirt up to reveal your panties, a small ‘aww’ left his mouth, when he saw the cute pink panties you were wearing.

“My god.. you’re soaking wet! You really want me this bad?”

You tried to hide your face from all this embarrassment. “Mmmmhm” was all you could let out. You couldn’t even think about what’s gonna happen next, when your panties were pulled down and his fingers were inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan. “Shhhh.. it’s okay…” he whispered while coming up to kiss your neck again.

He pulled his fingers out of you, so that he could unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. Few seconds without his fingers got you all whiny and desperate to feel him again. “Are you ready?” He said while stroking his cock a few times, even though it was hard already. “Yes.. please, be gentle..” you whined as he began to spread your folds.

He managed to only get the tip in, and you were already a moaning mess. He made sure he was being really gentle with you and always checking that you were okay. “Good girl. You’re doing so good.” He praised you as he started thrusting into you harder.

You kept gripping on the papers on his desk as you came closer to your orgasm. The way he was grunting and letting out small moans made you sure that he was close too. “Mm im gonna come-” he grunted in your ear as he sped up his thrusts. And that was it. You both came at the same time.

He waited for a small moment and before he pulled out,he kissed you on the lips again. ”my baby, you did so good. Tomorrow at the same time?” He asked as you pulled your panties back up. “That’s a deal.”you said and kissed him again.

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They're both nice, but I prefer the second angle best. Thanks for asking, too, @missstuffedbelly ❤️❤️❤️❤️.

Which angle do y’all like best? 🤔

[thewistlingbadger]

idk if this is a 'hot take' but i see way too much of people lusting after Sevika only after erasing her less palatable elements. in headcanons she's admittedly tough and violent but wouldn't hurt anyone unless she had to (i've even seen one where she "only raises her hands in self-defence"). bitch one of the first things we see her do is attempt to square up to a bunch of teenagers for the crime of trying to free their dad! she's willing to kill children with her bare hands. she personally enacts the edicts of a drug kingpin. she taunts vi and jinx during their altercations with the most provocative, soul-destroying shit she can think of. she's the type of fighter who grins manically as she scalds her opponent's cheek. she is not simply someone who nobly sacrifices her own moral purity for 'the greater good' but is otherwise a soft loving Mama Bear™, she gets *nasty* with it! and don't get me wrong, i give enormous moral lenience to most Zaunite characters because the violence of the oppressed is by definition incomparable to the violence of their oppressors. there are myriad explanations and justifications for every single thing they've done. but beyond that, i NEED it to be ok to say that she's a fucking dick sometimes - both interpersonalliy, and on a greater ideological scale - because regardless of how justifiable we find her actions, we should collectively be in a place where we can thirst for Sevika without defanging her as a character. she's compelling and fascinating and attractive BECAUSE she's imbued with agency, which necessitates the capacity for genuinely immoral actions and unlikable behavior! i mean come on! if the white twitter lesbians can so eagerly embrace the moral greyness of their rich fascha femme, we can do it for our butch freedom fighter!! i believe in us!!!

anyway tldr i love Sevika warts and all and everyone do your thing but if you don't love her warts i think you're missing out

Valid valid and valid. Not a single thing you said was incorrect. Sevika is DEVIOUS point blank period. In season 1 she is a minor character so I can understand why she's overlooked a lot but when you actually do look at her she can be VILLAINOUS at times. "It's just a matter of time before you implode and Silco finally gets the hint that you're just about as good for our cause as you were for your family. Jinx." Like DAMN Sevika!! Okay it's like that!! This rudeness that she showed Jinx is a bit fascinating to me because the only other character in this show that is just about as rude as Sevika is in this scene is Mylo. I made a post talking about how she has some similarities to Mylo and someone responded to that by also highlighting that at least Mylo was a teenager beefing with a child, meanwhile Sevika is a whole ass adult beefing with Jinx. I just think that's interesting and funny.

You brought up something that truly is just a plague to all fandoms. Whenever someone says they like a character that has a negative reputation in the source material, everyone starts coming out the woodwork to say it's bad to like that character. People don't seem to understand that just because you like a villain and find their character to be enjoyable doesn't mean you actually condone their actions and would be ok with someone acting like them irl. There are many reasons to like a villainous character and sometimes one of those reasons is BECAUSE they're a villain. Sometimes you like that a character does bad things because it's interesting and entertaining, and liking that doesn't make you a bad person. You should be able to like antagonistic characters for their villainy. Do I understand what they did was bad? Yes. Do I still like them? Yes, and not in spite of it but BECAUSE of it. And you don't have to erase those parts of a character just go openly admit that. You should be able to openly like a character in their full extent. You shouldn't have to ignore certain aspects just for your adoration of a character to be accepted.

Sevika really always has been That Bitch she has no problem telling people how it is directly to their faces. She calls Vander weak in front of everyone. She tells Vi Vander "had his chance" knowing damn well what Vander meant to her. She calls Silco out on his bullshit SEVERAL TIMES in front of him. Sevika isn't restrained as a character at all she's always being her full self. I feel that season two has made Sevika more popular and because her screentime was limited and the writing was different in season two people have allowed her character to become warped. I definitely think that if someone is ok with justifying and excusing the actions of Caitlyn and/or Vi then they should keep that same energy when it comes to Sevika. Sevika is a tough, loyal lady that has a very fun personality and she's also a criminal who has done terrible things for the sake of the cause and most times? Most times she enjoyed doing those things. Most times she went out of her way to revel in instigating. Silco didn't even know Vi was back yet and did that stop Sevika from almost killing Vi? Did that stop her from whispering "who Jinx? She's like his daughter" and looking dead in Vi's eyes just to see her reaction? No. Sevika is a bit messy like that she likes to play with her food lol and honestly I don't blame her lol

[loveandleases]

That ask about whether or not Cam know if MC didn't sleep with Chris inspired me to share a head cannon about my MC Thea. I imagine that after the break up, one of the things she asks Cam is if the reason Chris cheated on her is because she didn't sleep with them. And it just occurred to me that would be a wild way for Cam to find out MC didn't sleep with Chris.

(Also I wanted to say you are amazing and I love your work!)

Love hearing people's head canons, so thanks for sharing.

He’s surprised, especially since Chris had alluded to the opposite. To think that's why MC thinks Chris did it only makes Cam that much angrier.

He'll try and steady his breathing, try and hide the anger that is so apparent, and force himself to just focus on supporting MC. "At the end of the day, Chris did what they did," he says firmly. "And if it was really because you weren’t intimate with him, then good riddance."

His voice softens as he continues, meeting MC’s gaze. "What you choose to do with your body is your choice. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you have to do something you’re not ready for or comfortable with."

It would be hard for Cam to suppress his anger, needing a moment to think through it because that is truly why Chris betrayed MC in such a way... Chris needs to be put in their place. But right now, MC needs his understanding, not his fury, and that’s where he channels his energy.

(Reagan!!!! I'm such a fan I've had several moments of brain rot due to Lukyan. Honestly, such a compliment and I did a lil nervous giggle when I saw this was from you. It means a lot, truly. ❤️)

[stereotypical-day]

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stranger danger - the salesman/recruiter (Squid Game) x female reader

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝙮/𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙂𝙞-𝙝𝙪𝙣'𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙶𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚙(𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛) 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔(𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝) 𝙳𝚘𝚖!𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜. 𝙶𝚊𝚐𝚜. 𝚁𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝(𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚔 𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚢).

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5,404

Y/n sat in the back of the conference room of the abandoned building, surrounded by a group of men. It was a rare sight to see a girl in one of these meetings, but now they needed as many people as they could find. 

“Now, everyone, listen!” the man who had invited you all here spoke up, standing confidently in front of the crowd. 

“The person we’re looking for looks like this,” he announced, pointing to a mannequin dressed in a suit beside him. “He’s tall, probably over 180cm, a good-looking guy in a nice suit, and he’s always carrying a briefcase.” The mannequin looked rather absurd; its hastily drawn face gave it the appearance of a cartoon character. 

“And in that briefcase,” the man continued, “he holds a bunch of money and ddakji.” The crowd erupted into murmurs, voices overlapping as everyone reacted. Y/n remained seated at the back, her gaze fixed on the presentation with quiet intensity. 

“He plays ddakji with strangers in the subway, and then,” the speaker said as he grabbed a card from the mannequin’s hand, “he hands them this invitation.” 

The group grew louder, shifting in their seats as questions buzzed through the air. “What is that? What does it say?” voices questioned. 

“As soon as you find someone who looks like this, call the number we gave you,” the man instructed, holding up the card for emphasis. “Take a picture!” 

Y/n pulled her phone from her jacket, snapping a few pictures of the mannequin that represented the man they were hunting. She stood up and moved closer to the front to get a better shot. 

“Now, now, if you’re finished, we’re going to get started right away,” their boss announced, his voice commanding and sharp. “The first group will take lines one and two. The second group will cover lines three and four. The third group will take lines five and six. The fourth group will handle lines seven and eight. And the last group will cover the Gyeongui-Jungang line and the line to the airport.” He gestured toward a large whiteboard where the subway lines were marked out. 

“Make sure you track every train, from the first to the last. Search each one thoroughly and don’t skip any,” he emphasized. 

“Yes, sir!” the crowd chanted in unison. 

“After looking through the station, take a picture and send it to our group chat. If you don’t do that, you won’t be paid. Is that clear?” 

“Yes, sir!” the crowd echoed again, their voices reverberating through the room. 

“One more thing. The team that finds the guy gets a bonus of 500 million won.” Suddenly, everyone was hyped, jumping and chanting. The energy in the room surged as people prepared to give their best to find the guy. Clapping and cheering, they bolted for the door, eager to start the search immediately and waste no time. 

Y/n was assigned to team four, joining the boss and his assistant. She got up after them, ready to put in her best effort. The money was a strong motivator; she was in a tough financial situation and couldn’t afford to slack off. 

Pulling her hood over her head, she jumped into the van after her boss. Settling into her seat, she pulled out her phone and stared at the picture of the man they were hunting, committing his features to memory. 

Days turned into a routine of tireless searching. Every team checked in daily in the group chat, but as time passed, summer began to fade into autumn. Y/n continued to show up at 6 a.m. sharp at the subway station alongside her boss and his assistant, Woo-Seok. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, and she sighed as she stepped onto the platform. Even Woo-Seok had started to doubt whether the man they were searching for even existed. 

During lunch that day, Woo-Seok voiced his frustrations. “How can you be so sure this guy is real? What if it’s all just some made-up story? We’ve been at this for ages, and no one’s seen anything!” 

Y/n sat silently, nibbling on her sandwich as the argument unfolded. The boss, however, wasn’t having any of it. He scolded Woo-Seok, reminding him of how lucky they were to be earning easy money from this job. 

“Here’s what I’m thinking,” the boss said in a low voice. “Seong Gi-Hun might be a little crazy, but he wouldn’t spend millions trying to find a guy who doesn’t exist.” 

“I know, boss,” Woo-Seok replied, rubbing his eyes with frustration. “But we’ve been searching these stations for two years now. Every single day—for two years!” 

Y/n chuckled softly and cleared her throat. “You’ve really been searching for this guy for two years?” she asked, her tone laced with amusement. 

“Yes, we have! Even my wife’s teasing me about it. She says, ‘You should find that guy and join those games yourself to bring home 45.6 billion won.’ I swear, if someone was playing ddakji here, we would’ve—” 

A sharp, echoing slap interrupted his words. The sound reverberated through the empty subway station, and Y/n’s head instinctively snapped toward the source. There, not far away, she saw a tall, striking man in a suit holding a briefcase. He was playing ddakji with a scruffy young punk. 

Her heart raced. She quickly pulled out her phone and compared the man to the picture she had taken months ago during the presentation. Her eyes widened as realization struck. 

“It’s him,” she whispered. 

Her boss was already on the phone, dialing Gi-Hun’s number. “Follow him,” he instructed firmly. “Don’t let him out of your sight—not for a second.” 

They moved quickly, trailing him out of the subway station. They watched as he headed to a bakery and then to a lottery shop. Throughout it all, the man wore a weird, unsettling smile, carrying two bags of bread in one hand and his briefcase in the other. 

Y/n picked up her pace, moving closer to keep him in sight. Her boss and Woo-Seok lagged a bit behind, distracted by a street food stall as they grabbed something to eat. The man eventually made his way toward a park, one largely occupied by homeless people. 

She chose a bench near the edge of the park, pulling her hoodie up over her head as she took out her phone, pretending to be preoccupied with it. Meanwhile, her boss and Woo-Seok, ever the subtle observers, bought a newspaper and sat beside her, using it as cover while they peeked over the top to keep tabs on the guy. 

The man began approaching the homeless, one by one, offering them a choice: bread or a lottery ticket. To Y/n’s surprise, most chose the lottery ticket over the bread. 

“Woo-Seok,” the boss muttered, breaking the quiet. “What do you think he’s doing?” His tone was skeptical, clearly perplexed by the man’s behavior. 

“I don’t know,” Woo-Seok replied with a shrug, chuckling in disbelief. “Maybe he’s one of the good guys? This is just... weird.” 

Y/n stayed silent, her eyes sharp as she carefully observed the man’s actions. 

“I think he’s trying to make some kind of point,” she murmured, her voice low but audible enough for them to hear. Both men turned their heads toward her, curious. “It’s like he’s running some sort of social experiment,” she added with a faint chuckle. “This guy is... intriguing.” Her lips curled slightly as she bit the corner of her bottom lip, her gaze never leaving the man’s figure. 

The man continued his routine, offering the same simple choice to each homeless person he approached. Bread or lottery. By the time he ran out of supplies, nearly all had chosen the lottery ticket. Only a few had opted for the bread. 

As he turned to leave, his long strides gave the impression that he was done, ready to disappear from the scene. But then he abruptly stopped in the center of the park. Slowly, he set the bags of bread and his briefcase on the ground. 

The man turned to face the crowd of homeless people, his ever-present unsettling smile widening as he regarded them. Then, without a word, he picked up the bags and began tossing all the bread onto the ground. 

Y/n’s lips twitched into a grin as she leaned forward slightly, clearly entertained. The absurdity of the moment was almost too much, and she had to stop herself from laughing out loud. 

“Sir, why did you throw away perfectly good food?” one of the homeless men asked hesitantly, stepping forward. He bent down, trying to salvage a piece of bread from the ground, but before he could grab it, the man in the suit stepped on it. 

Twisting his foot, the man ground the bread further into the pavement, his unsettling smile never faltering. 

“I gave you a chance, and you made your choice,” he said calmly, his voice carrying an almost eerie authority. He straightened, his gaze sweeping across the people surrounding him. 

“I didn’t throw this away, ladies and gentlemen. You did!” he declared, his voice rising as he gestured dramatically to the ruined bread. Then, without hesitation, he began stomping on the remaining pieces, jumping and grinding them into the hard concrete with wild abandon. 

He looked like a lunatic, but Y/n couldn’t help herself. She pressed a hand over her mouth, muffling a silent laugh. The spectacle was absolutely priceless. 

Woo-seok and her boss sat next to her, their faces frozen in a mix of confusion and disbelief as the bizarre scene played out. 

“This guy is completely nuts,” Y/n whispered between muffled laughs, quickly pulling out her phone to record. At one point, he even kicked the bread, his shouts escalating into what could only be described as soft, strangled screams. Y/n had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from laughing out loud. 

She sent the video to their group chat with the caption: When a gentleman has a mental breakdown LOL. 

When the man finally finished, he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his breathing heavy. With an air of composure that felt entirely out of place, he adjusted his tie, smiled like he’d just won a medal, and picked up his briefcase. He walked away calmly, as if nothing had happened. 

That was it for Y/n—she burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. 

“What the hell did we just witness?” she managed between gasps, her shoulders shaking. 

“This is not the time for laughing, Y/n.” Her boss nudged her, already on his feet. “Come on, we have to keep following him.” 

Grudgingly, Y/n got up along with Woo-seok, and the three of them hurried after the man. They hopped into a taxi, trailing the car he had climbed into. Their pursuit led them to a narrow alley where he parked and continued on foot, weaving between buildings. 

They followed closely, though the man seemed unaware—or maybe he just didn’t care. 

“We might lose him if we keep creeping around like this,” the boss muttered, peeking around a corner. “Why don’t we just grab him ourselves?” 

“By ourselves? Are you sure about that?” Woo-seok asked, his hesitation clear. 

“Why not? Are you scared? There’s three of us and one of him. He can’t take all of us down,” the boss reasoned, his tone dripping with impatience. 

Y/n frowned, crossing her arms. “I don’t think that’s a great idea, boss. The guy’s a complete nutjob—did we all watch the same performance in the park?” 

The boss waved her off. “How did I end up hiring such cowards? If we lose him, we’re kissing a billion won goodbye. Did you forget?” 

Woo-seok, ever practical, interjected, “So, we’re splitting it three ways, right?” 

The boss shot him a sharp look. “You don’t trust me, Woo-seok? I got you married, didn’t I? Now stop whining. We’re gonna lose him!” 

Before Y/n could protest further, the boss took off, striding casually toward the man ahead. Y/n and Woo-seok reluctantly followed, both equally skeptical. 

And then the boss did the stupidest thing possible. 

“Hey you, stop right there!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the alley. 

Y/n cringed, her hands twitching at her sides. Of course he yells. Why not just send the guy a formal email while we’re at it? 

The man in the suit froze mid-step, his posture stiffening. Slowly, he turned to face them, his unnerving smile firmly in place. And then he moved. 

Before anyone could react, he swung his briefcase like a weapon, taking down Woo-seok and the boss with terrifying ease. Both men hit the ground, groaning in pain. 

Y/n froze, staring at him wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights. 

The man tilted his head, an eyebrow quirking up as if to say, Really? 

Then, without hesitation, he swung the briefcase again. The last thing Y/n saw was it coming straight for her before everything went black. 

Y/n tries to open her eyes but can't see anything. Has she gone blind? As soon as she regains consciousness, she realizes she's firmly tied to a chair, her mouth is gagged, and she's blindfolded. A dull headache throbs on one side of her head, making her wince in pain whenever she moves. 

She hears her boss and Woo-seok's gagged screams and cries, only a few feet away from her. Fear washes over her as her heart feels like it's going to rip out of her chest, her whole body trembling, but she doesn't make a sound. 

Footsteps slowly approach her, and she feels the presence of a man next to her, his hands on her head, untying the blindfold from the back of her head and pulling it down gently. 

"Hello, beautiful," he smirks as she opens her eyes to take in the scene in front of her. He was staring down at her, his head tilted slightly with a cocky expression on his face. 

She doesn't say anything, blinking a couple of times as her eyes shift to Woo-seok and her boss in front of her, both tied to chairs and gagged just like her. They keep squirming and crying; she's afraid that they will make him angry somehow with all the noise they're making. 

He went over to the table and played some music. It was a classical piece, and you could tell he was a man of taste. 

Then, he moved towards the chairs where the two men were tied and crouched beside them. 

"Now, you're going to play a game. Rock-paper-scissors, minus one," he spoke to the men in an almost formal tone. 

"You know the rules? You make a sign with both of your hands, then remove one. The winner is determined by the hands that stay up," he explained in the same formal tone. 

"Of course, there is a punishment for the loser," he continued while getting up and taking a revolver from the table. 

"You've probably seen this in movies. It's called Russian Roulette," he says so casually that Y/n is shocked by the cold-blooded nature of this man. He doesn't even flinch as he loads the gun with one bullet. 

“I will put one bullet in a revolver, spin it,” he says, spinning the cylinder with a sharp flick of his wrist, "and close it.” The gun clicks shut ominously. 

“Then, I will put the gun to the loser's head and pull the trigger,” he continues, pressing the gun against his own temple and lowering his face to their level. 

“The chances of death are 1 in 6,” he whispers, shifting his gaze to the other man, “chances of survival, 5 in 6.” 

Click. 

He pulls the trigger against his temple, the gun not firing. He lets out a whistle, the sound echoing like that of a madman as he returns to his towering position above them. Y/n is puzzled, fear now overtaking her senses. This man had willingly risked his life; what wouldn't he do to them? 

“Not bad, right?” he smiles, his mood swings as erratic as a storm. “Good, now we play. On my mark.” His voice resumes its chilling formality. 

“Rock, paper, scissors,” he begins, his voice slow, deliberate. Y/n’s body trembles with fear and anticipation. What fate awaits her? Will he kill them all? Her mind races, scanning the room for any means of escape, but finding none. 

“You didn’t play,” he turns to Woo-Seok, his voice eerily calm and gentle. “You broke the rules for the first round. Disqualified.” There's a cold finality in his tone as he raises the gun to Woo-Seok’s head. Both men scream and cry, their pleas muffled by their gags. Only Y/n remains silent, though she feels on the verge of collapse. 

He presses the gun against Woo-Seok's head. 

Click. 

It doesn't fire. 

With a deliberate motion, he spins the cylinder again, flicking his wrist to lock it back in place. 

“Let’s play again,” he declares, “Rock, paper, scissors.” This time, both play. “Minus one,” and the boss loses. Casually, he lifts the gun, the click of the trigger resounding in the room. Again, it doesn't fire. The boss lets out a gut-wrenching scream, unable to calm despite surviving this round. 

Y/n inhales slowly, praying to every deity she knows, hoping just to survive this ordeal. The man smiles at them, pulling a tissue from his pocket to wipe the blood from the boss's face, his smile a dark promise of more to come. 

“Don’t be so nervous,” he spoke in an almost comforting manner, “like I said, the chances of survival are 5 to 6. Let’s play again.” 

And so they did. He spun the cylinder and they played. Woo-Seok lost. The gun didn't fire. He examined the gun as if puzzled, his eyebrows furrowed in scrutiny. 

“It’s starting to get boring, right?” he said with his usual unsettling smile. He picked up bullets from the table and loaded the gun. “Let’s flip the chances,” he announced, “chances for survival are now 1 in 6, for death 5 in 6,” he explained formally as he inserted four more bullets into the cylinder and spun it. 

Woo-Seok started pleading, his words barely comprehensible, “Please, don’t...” 

“Let’s play again. Faster this time. Rock, paper, scissors.” 

He made them play again. They played four times, each a tie. On the fifth, Woo-Seok showed two rocks while the boss had scissors and paper. They were trembling with fear as Woo-Seok broke down in tears. 

“Minus one,” he called out, but the boss didn’t play. He had sacrificed himself for Woo-Seok. 

“What a shame. You didn’t move your hand,” he said, amusement clear in his voice, his face revealing the twisted joy he was getting from this game. 

“Disqualified,” he declared casually, pressing the gun against the boss’s head and firing. The sharp sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, making Y/n jump in her chair, her eyes shutting reflexively for a moment. 

That was it; he had killed one of them. There was no chance of surviving this man. Blood splattered across his face and stained the collar of his white shirt; he was completely unhinged. 

“Your turn, beautiful,” he said, turning towards her, still clutching the gun. She froze as he approached.  

“You’ve been pretty quiet over there,” he observed, his eyes locked on her face as he played with the revolver, spinning the cylinder and flicking his wrist repeatedly. Finally, he set the gun down, moved behind her chair, and dragged her closer to Woo-Seok, who was now choking on his tears. 

He kicked the chair with the dead body away, turning Woo-Seok to face Y/n. 

“You and our lucky winner here will go round after round. Same game. Same rules. Let’s make this quick. 2 in 6 chance for survival, and 4 in 6 for death,” he revised once more before calling out. 

“Rock, paper, scissors,” Woo-Seok put out paper and scissors while Y/n had rock and scissors. 

“Minus one,” his voice was almost a whisper. Y/n was left with scissors, Woo-Seok with paper. 

“Ah, it seems that you lost,” he said, lowering his face to Woo-Seok's level, staring at him with a playful smirk. Woo-Seok kept crying and screaming, pleading for his life, but it was all in vain. The man stood up straight, pressing the gun to Woo-Seok's temple. With one click, the gun fired, the sound deafening in the confined space, blowing Woo-Seok's brain apart. 

Y/n let out a soft scream as the gun discharged beside her, blood splattering across her and this insane, nameless man. 

“Well, congratulations. You’re the winner,” he leaned over her chair, his hands on the armrests, his face inches from hers, his eyes boring into her soul. 

“Now, we’re going to talk,” he said, unclasping the belt around her mouth. She finally exhaled deeply, the air tasting of fear and gunpowder. 

“About what?” she spat, her expression a cocktail of fear, frustration, and perhaps a hint of twisted admiration. 

“About you, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice as sweet as honey. He leaned in, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Surprisingly calm, she stared back into his eyes, her expression unwavering. The whites of his eyes were visible beneath the irises, wide and bloodshot, lending his gaze a frenzied, unhinged quality. His pupils, dilated and dark, seemed to swallow the light, reflecting a madness that made her heart race with fear. 

“Who sent you?” he asked, his voice sharper, more incisive than before. 

“Nobody sent me,” she replied, her voice strained, her jaw tightening, but she never broke eye contact. 

He chuckled, the sound dark and throaty, making her stomach churn. 

“Ah, lone wolf. Tragic,” he said calmly, wiping his hands with a silk handkerchief. “But see, the problem with lone wolves is they usually lie... or die. And I hate liars.” 

He tossed the handkerchief onto the table, tilting his head as he looked at her again. 

“So, what is it, sweetheart? Are you lying to me, or do you have a death wish?” he asked, picking up his revolver once more. 

She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her eyes flicking to the revolver in his hand, his long fingers lazily wrapped around the grip. 

She stayed silent, not making a sound, as he moved over her again, leaning in so close that his breath mingled with hers, his face mere inches away. 

“I know many ways to make you talk, sweetheart,” his breath grazed against her cheek as he whispered softly into her ear. “But... I’m feeling generous today.” He moved back slightly, lifting his hand that held the revolver. 

He turned the gun towards her, and her breath quickened. He placed the barrel against her lips. 

“Open,” he ordered, his gaze a mix of amusement and darkness. She opened her mouth obediently, and he shoved the barrel inside, positioning it against her upper palate. 

For a moment, she truly believed he was going to kill her. He didn't even flinch as he held the gun steady his finger hovering over the trigger, tears streaming silently down her face. 

“Aww, sweetheart, there's no need to cry,” he mocked with a fake pout, the gun still in her mouth. “I told you, I just want to talk.” 

He paused, the gun's barrel heavy against her mouth, her lips feeling the coldness of the metal. His eyebrows lifted in a challenging arch as he watched her tears, a smirk playing on his lips. The tension stretched, every moment an eternity, before he finally, slowly, withdrew the gun, the metal scraping against her teeth, setting it down on the table with a deliberate click. 

“You’re my little winner,” he said, grazing his knuckles over her tear-streaked face, “you deserve your reward then, right?” 

He went behind her, leaning over her shoulder, gently moving a strand of hair behind her ear as he whispered into it. 

“Tell me,” he breathed, his mouth grazing her ear. 

“Who,” he paused, “sent,” his teeth lightly biting into her earlobe and pulling it back, “you?” he finished, releasing the earlobe, his breath warm against her ear. 

Y/n shivered; this was a different kind of torture. She let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes before she replied. 

“Nobody sent me,” she repeated, her voice steady for a moment before it wavered. She paused, a breath caught in her throat, the weight of her next words heavy on her tongue.  

“You just killed him,” she managed to choke out, the words catching in her throat, each syllable a struggle as they forced their way past her lips. 

“What did you just say?” His brows knitted in confusion as he circled around the chair to face her, a flicker of curiosity or suspicion crossing his face. 

She swallowed, her voice quieter now, “My boss. You killed my boss,” she gestured with her head towards the body on the floor 

He turned around to look at the body, raising his eyebrows before letting out a sharp, humorless laugh. 

“Well, isn’t that interesting?” he said, walking behind her again. “You’re funny. I like that.” Slowly, he loosened the ropes binding her, releasing her. She didn't move from her spot, still in shock. 

“Why are you still sitting there? You have a chance now—grab the gun, shoot me, and leave through that door. That’s what you want, right?” he smirked from across the room, his voice taunting yet disturbingly calm. 

Her eyes flicked to the revolver on the table. She could grab it, end this madness, and escape. But her body refused to move. Fear paralyzed her, rooting her to the spot. She couldn’t do it. 

He chuckled, shaking his head at her silence. “What’s the matter? Got cold feet? Or maybe…” His smirk deepened as his eyes glinted with amusement. “Maybe you just don’t want to hurt me?” 

She stared down at the floor, her voice barely audible. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Aww, aren’t you sweet?” He pulled that fake pouty face again, the one that made her skin crawl. “Don’t tell me you like me now.” 

Her head snapped up to glare at him, only for her breath to hitch as he reached into his pocket and pulled out her phone. He held it up, wiggling it in front of her with that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. 

Her breath hitched, and instinctively, she rose from the chair, her legs weak as she took a hesitant step toward him.  

“Why did you take my phone?” she demanded, frustration mingling with fear as she stopped herself just short of him, unwilling to risk closing the distance completely. 

“Now we’re talking,” he smirked, tilting the phone to show her the screen. It was unlocked. He tapped it casually, playing a video. Her blood ran cold as she recognized the scene: the park, the homeless people, and him stomping on the bread in a fit of rage. Her laughter echoed faintly in the background, cruel and unthinking, mingling with the sounds of the moment. 

“You found this funny, huh?” he said, his tone deceptively calm, but his eyes glittered with something darker. He watched the video for a moment longer, then pocketed the phone with a slow, deliberate motion.  

“I hate gamblers,” he began, his voice taking on an icy edge as he paced a few steps away from her. “I hate this trash of people who leech off society and give nothing in return. And do you know what really made me lose my mind?” He stopped abruptly and turned to face her, his eyes held an icy stare that showed subtle signs of disgust and anger.  

“Even when they’re starving, living in the gutter, with nothing to their name, they’ll still choose to gamble. Still choose greed over survival. They disgust me.” 

She shrank back, pressing herself against the wall as her pulse roared in her ears. Her fear was palpable now, a crushing weight that made her legs feel like they would give out at any moment. She wanted to respond, to say something, anything, but her throat felt like it had closed up, trapping the words inside. 

“And the worst of it all...” he paused, taking a closer step to her, "is that they are willing to play games, sacrificing lives of everyone around them, including themselves, only for their greed.”, the predatory grace of his movements sending a fresh wave of terror coursing through her.  

“So, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft now, almost a whisper, “It’s interesting, isn’t it? Now you know the reason for my reaction.” Her breath hitched again, her chest rising and falling rapidly as panic clawed at her. He was inches away now, close enough that she could see the droplets of dried blood splattered across his face and his white collar, smell the faint tang of his cologne. 

“Not so funny now, is it?”, he leaned in, his face so close to hers that their foreheads nearly touched. “No. Because now...”, he paused, “your mind is racing with the thoughts of what I’m going to do with you.”  

She squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling as she tried to force herself away from the moment, away from his piercing gaze and the cruel smirk that played on his lips. 

“Did I guess it right?”, he asked caging her in with his arms on either side of her, his palms flat against the wall. “I’ll give you two options.”, he continued lifting two fingers in front of her face.  

“Option one: you join me. Do everything I say. Be my obedient little puppy.”  

Her breath caught as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Option two: you leave. Try your luck. But if I catch you—and trust me, sweetheart, I will— let’s just say I won’t be as generous with you as I am right now.”  

Her chest was rising and falling heavily as she stared into his eyes, his face so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. 

“So what’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” His lips brushed the air between them, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. 

She clenched her fists at her sides, her heart racing. Heat rose to her cheeks, the proximity doing strange things to her resolve. Fear mingled with something she refused to acknowledge—something electric, undeniable. 

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” she said weakly, her voice trembling. 

His grip on her jaw was firm as he tilted her face up to his, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You don’t get to decide what I call you, sweetheart. Now, answer the question.” 

She remained silent, her lips parted but no words coming out. Her mind raced, weighing her options. Every logical thought told her to choose freedom, but the dark glint in his eyes made it clear—no matter what she chose, she wouldn’t truly be free. 

“Yes,” she managed to choke out. 

“Yes what?” he pressed, his grip tightening around her. 

“I’ll join you,” she murmured, her words barely coherent. 

“Good girl,” he praised, flicking his tongue over her bottom lip with a devilish grin spreading across his face. She exhaled shakily, barely holding her composure. His hand traveled to the back of her neck, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling it back sharply. 

He moved away from her, yanking her by the hair to throw her roughly onto the floor. She let out a surprised gasp, but before she could process what was happening, he was on her again. Skillfully, he tied her wrists behind her back and gagged her mouth once more. 

With one hand around her upper arm, he pulled her up as if she weighed nothing. 

“On your feet, sweetheart,” he commanded, pulling her to stand, but her legs were wobbly, trembling from adrenaline and the aftershocks of his erratic mood swings. 

“Aren’t you prettier like this, hm?” he asked, looking at her with an admiring smile that was clearly feigned. The insanity in his eyes was unmistakable. He grazed his fingers over Y/n’s cheek; she flinched at his touch, turning her head away. 

“Tsk. Tsk,” he clicked his tongue, his face showing mock disappointment as he dragged her towards the door. “I thought we agreed on this.” 

He dragged her outside, briefcase in one hand, leading her with the other. They entered a van that drove them far away into the dark.