#wh/pc

[bugcreations]

Stupid lil doodle of Human frank and his son Beetle

[stepsonyu]

Marazhai and the dogmatic Rogue Trader.

Last meeting...

[breadknight-likes-things]

[thedoodwithamic]

Escapism Wins

With the success of Black Myth Wukong, I really do hope that this encourages developers to shake things up a bit more in the video game industry. Let the imagination run wild. Let the joys of escapism triumph over anything else. Just - let gamers get away from the everyday, even for just a bit. Totally freaking excited for Space Marine 2 - I'll definitely try to get it on the first day it's out.

[zink-h]

Still very much stilling hyperfixating on the Casino Of The Vamps AU by @larzuen and very much a sims girly so made this (there is only a little bit of cc but most for hair colour and Wally's cards)

Boss man Barnaby B. beagle, who my bf says he looks like he is about to fire someone and i kind of see it lol

Chaotic flirt of a guy Wally Darling, just keep looking at him cause there is definitely not blood behind him : )

Honestly this one is my least favorite picture but i wanted at least one pic with them together so here, Wally & Barnaby being a couple (?)

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+ two bonus cause i will not stop making stuff about Belle

older Wally and child Belle just having a father daughter moment on his day off :) (idk what Wally would wear outside of work)

Because i am very Sapphic and love me some wlw, Belle has a gf named Sunny, Belle's relationship with Sunny pretty much the opposite of Wally and Barnaby's

[gamerthepro]

Warhammer 40,000: Space Marine 2 Update 10.0 – Techmarine, Power Axe, New PvP Mode & Year 2 Plans

[one-eyedqueer]

"i've sung this song a thousand times before and i'll be made to sing it more i've grown tired of this, i've grown tired of this eye for eye and limb for limb the blood that i've been swimming in i've grown tired of this" epilogue - shayfer james, kate douglas my babygirl, my shayla, my beautiful

[zenoslittlebunbun]

I have gone insane.

Several days ago I've gotten very drunk. And I've created a monster. I've been on VC with my ingame husband and I've been trying to come up with the most 'MURICA thing ever. And it went out of hand.

So very out of hand I started getting AI to generate pictures. But it did not stop there. I've explained my.... vision... to the best of my ability to the AI, in my drunken haze. And the AI was able to summarize it. "Roarin’ down Route 66 in a monster truck as big as Texas itself, the Statue of Liberty’s behind the wheel, her torch replaced with a steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the horizon. In the trunk, Uncle Sam’s got himself a riot launcher, but this ain’t no ordinary launcher—it’s loaded with solidified corn syrup shells packed with bacon bits. The barrel? Shaped like a bald eagle, wings spread wide, with Old Glory hangin’ from each side. On the passenger seat, there’s a fast food tray holdin’ a slice of apple pie and a red Solo cup filled to the brim with beer. The front end of the truck sports a golden miniature Predator drone, gleamin’ in the sun like a badge of honor. And every time that launcher fires, it lets out a screech that’d make any bald eagle proud. Oil pumps dot the landscape, pumpin’ black gold from the earth, as this all-American convoy blazes a trail of freedom and glory. Now that’s what I call “MURICA!”"

Drunk on copious amounts of Vodka and power, I've gone further. I've had another AI turn it into a song. "(Verse 1) Rollin’ down Route 66, in a truck as big as dreams, Lady Liberty’s drivin’, with a fire in her eyes that gleams. Uncle Sam’s in the back, with a launcher in his hand, Shootin’ corn syrup shells, bacon bits across the land.

(Chorus) Oh, it’s MURICA, land of the free, With eagles screamin’ loud, and flags flyin’ proud, you’ll see. From the oil pumps to the open road, In a monster truck, we’re carryin’ the load.

(Verse 2) On the passenger seat, there’s a feast for the ride, Apple pie and beer, in a red Solo cup by her side. With a golden drone on the hood, shinin’ bright, We’re cruisin’ through the heartland, day and night.

(Chorus) Oh, it’s MURICA, land of the free, With eagles screamin’ loud, and flags flyin’ proud, you’ll see. From the oil pumps to the open road, In a monster truck, we’re carryin’ the load.

(Bridge) Banjo’s playin’, fiddles singin’, Freedom’s callin’, bells are ringin’. With every shot, the eagle’s cry, We’re livin’ large, reachin’ for the sky.

(Chorus) Oh, it’s MURICA, land of the free, With eagles screamin’ loud, and flags flyin’ proud, you’ll see. From the oil pumps to the open road, In a monster truck, we’re carryin’ the load.

(Outro) So raise your cup, and take a bite, In this land of dreams, we’ll ride all night. With Liberty and Sam, side by side, In this MURICA truck, we’ll take the ride."

It should have stopped there. It did not stop there. I've gone beyond. I've found an AI to turn the written song... Into an actual song. In a country American style.

And so it was created. But that wasn't enough. You see, I do love aggrotech. Techno. Industrial. German aggrotech, techno, industrial music. And the like. So of course you can imagine the expected progression. https://youtu.be/uaRk8NLfCVA?si=pOVBtgYLaV705TSW https://youtu.be/q5yUdDoOgOg?si=jWrssqkWy6PkJOI8 https://youtu.be/wg78Z6RLa0w?si=qY8HCriyEnlA0_nJ But somehow, that wasn't enough. You see, I also love Warhammer 40k. I've read almost all of Horus Heresy. And countless amounts of other Wh40k books. Played all the games. Watched all the things. And recently, Space Marine 2 came out. And.... I wasn't happy. "This game is... Well, hot garbage. 1) It is badly optimized. 2) it doesn't support options like FoV or shoulder sweap 3) It still doesn't support ultrawide Edit: It does support private play now 4) It doesn't support private play 5) it doesn't support Solo play even though devs officially stated it would be there on release for Operations (they stated so in May) 6) It's far from lore accurate (even though devs claimed otherwise in May) 6a) Bolters are weak. Space marines are weak. To explain, you are playing as a Primaris Space Marine. That's like even more on steroids than normal Space Marines. And you are WEAK. 6b) Why bolters are weak? Bolters are traditionally not shown having scopes or stocks because they are used by Space Marines. Space Marines are strong enough to hold those massive cannons of rocket launcher ammunition that turns enemies into space mist without any recoil when hip firing. Space marines are able to hit bullseyes without scopes. That does not happen. 6c) You see, Space Marine 2's Primaris Space Marines are so weak they can't aim straight. The bullet spread from a bolter when you hip fire is so bad you can hip fire shoot at something a meter away from you and encircle said enemy without harming them while aiming at the enemy. 7) The armor customization is sub-par. The models are limited. It is worse in PvP. 8) Speaking of dev-guaranteed "100% lore accuracy", Primaris Space Marines are some how as tall as Chaos Space Marines. Primarines should be bigger. 9) When you actually end up playing with bots, the bots are utterly useless. For a game where devs stated in May that you will be able to play operations solo, this is ridiculous. The enemies will 99% of the time ONLY go for YOU and ignore bots. Only YOU can do objectives. Their scripting is absolute BS and no amount of "increasing aggressiveness" can help that (the bots are utter garbage even on easiest difficulty, which they stated they will NOT touch on when it comes to bots.) 10) The game is missing sorely needed Connectivity options. You want to play Private? Denied. You want to play Solo? Denied. No region blocking. No matchmaking based on ping. No ability to know ANY of that when you are starting an Operation. You will choose your class. Start loading into an operation. Then you will be back in the Lobby, seeing someone else took your class (after sometimes 6 minutes of connectiong) and will have to leave (or they will kick you anyway). Here's another 4 minutes of loading for you. Or you will just wait for ten minutes trying to play only for it to fail. It's a hot garbage. A disaster. I absolutely regret my decision in buying this game. The devs didn't patch anything since release. They stated they will NOT add FoV because of some "vision" they have while for some people low FoV makes them sick even in third person games. And I'm not even gonna get into the game bugging out so hard for my friends with 4GB VRAM cards where for whatever reasons models and other assets will not load."

^ this was my Steam review. But I did not give up then.

For once in my life, I've involved myself with the community.

But alas. As it seemed the devs didn't even check the "Ideas" website they made, before I started drinking, I was broken.

Yes, in the Space Marine game, you can't even do the grab the flamer, heavy flamer meme.

And since I was drunk, and broken, and drunk with power, not only Vodka. And I was already insane after the 'MURICA songs...

Well, I went beyond shitposting. I went beyond reddit grade shitposting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdAx_mZPCE0

Yes, I've summarized all my issues and facts about the game, to make the perfect prompt for AI to write a song about the issues. And then had AI turn it into a song.

I did not stop there.

Since the devs are Saber Interactive, they are Russian speaking.

Yes, I made a Russian version.

AND

Even MORE Russian version. That's like straight from Russian pop.

And since I do like German aggrotech, it followed.

So.... How were your last 7 days?

[pardycity]

decided 2 pull out my windows 7 laptop. its pleo time.

[orbesargentina]

Abrir WhatsApp Web es un proceso sencillo que te permitirá acceder a tus conversaciones de WhatsApp desde cualquier ordenador con un navegador web.

[shyoko]

☆When you call them by their name instead of their affectionate nickname. ☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

 Requests are: open

Before anything else, sorry for disappearing, but my PC died. But well, now I have a new one, and I can keep editing and writing.

Thanks for the support!!! i love u ❤❤❤

Heeseung☆!

You're lying on the couch, enjoying the calm, with Heeseung resting his head on your lap. His eyes are closed, but the way his fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on your leg tells you he's more awake than he seems. You smile at him, thinking about how adorable he looks, though you also suspect he's waiting for the right moment to do something mischievous.

You take the opportunity to check your phone. Unlocking the screen, you scroll through your notifications and pause on Heeseung’s contact. It’s just his name—no nickname, no emoji. You know he doesn’t like how formal that feels.

Deciding to mess with him, you hold back a laugh and keep staring at your phone, waiting for him to notice.

“What are you looking at?” he suddenly murmurs, not opening his eyes, but his tone betrays that he’s completely awake.

You chuckle, tilting your phone slightly to keep it out of his view.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reply, keeping it just out of his reach.

He opens one eye, a playful glint in his gaze. Before you can react, he’s already on top of you, trying to snatch your phone from your hands. His closeness sends a flutter through your stomach, but you keep up the game.

“Let go!” he laughs, voice full of mischief as he stretches toward the phone.

“No!” you giggle, dodging his attempts to grab it.

Heeseung sighs dramatically, pretending to be offended, but his mischievous grin gives him away.

“Why do you have me saved as just ‘Heeseung’? Not even an emoji. That’s so cold!” he protests, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout.

You can’t help but laugh at his theatrics. He looks so cute that it’s hard to keep a straight face.

“It’s your name, isn’t it?” you tease, smiling as you watch him sulk.

“Yes, but it sounds so distant,” he whines, though his playful tone tells you he’s not actually upset. “Give me something cute, something affectionate. I don’t know, a heart or a nickname.”

You’re a little surprised by his request, but you decide to go along with it. Smirking, you think for a moment.

“Hm… How about ‘My Boy 🩷’?” you suggest playfully, tilting your phone so he can see.

Heeseung freezes for a second, as if processing what you just said. Then, his face lights up with a satisfied grin, and without warning, he snatches your phone.

In the blink of an eye, he changes the contact name. “Heeseung” now reads “My Boy 🩷” on the screen.

You stare at your phone in shock, amazed at how fast he did it. Heeseung flops down beside you, a triumphant smile on his face.

“Do you like it?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up. There’s no escaping now.

“I can’t believe you actually did that!” you protest between giggles, giving him a playful shove.

“Why not?” he smirks confidently, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “I am your boy, aren’t I?”

You keep smiling, feeling the warmth of his embrace surrounding you. In that moment, between laughter and soft touches, you realize there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“You’re such an idiot,” you whisper, hiding your face in his chest to keep him from seeing how flustered you are.

“I’m your idiot, remember?” he murmurs, gently running his fingers through your hair. “Always.”

You chuckle softly, hugging him tighter. There’s nothing better than this—the warmth of his arms, the sound of his voice, and his name now saved as “My Boy 🩷” on your phone.

jay☆!

You were sitting on the couch, your phone in your hands, when Jay let out an exaggerated sigh beside you. You tilted your head in curiosity, finding his brows furrowed and lips slightly pursed.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked, propping an elbow on the back of the couch to turn toward him.

Jay glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before looking away with a small huff.

“It’s just that… you never call me by a cute nickname,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his sweatshirt. “It’s always ‘Jay’ this, ‘Jay’ that. I don’t know, it sounds too formal.”

A smile slipped out before you could stop it.

“Oh yeah? And what do you want me to call you?”

Jay was about to answer, but before he could, a voice interrupted from the doorway.

“Are you guys having a romantic moment or what?”

Ni-ki appeared with a mischievous grin, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Jay immediately rolled his eyes.

“Go away,” he said flatly, not even looking at him.

“Wow, so rude,” Ni-ki chuckled. “But seriously, what’s up with you now?”

Jay sighed tiredly, but when it became clear that Ni-ki wasn’t going anywhere, he finally gave in.

“I was just saying that they never call me by a cute nickname,” he explained with a pout.

“Oh, poor thing,” Ni-ki mocked, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Do you want to be called ‘teddy bear’ or something?”

Laughter burst out of you before you could hold it in. Jay shot Ni-ki a glare, but the younger boy just held up his hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving. You guys enjoy your little couple talk,” he said, turning away with a teasing smile.

Once he was gone, Jay sighed and rested his head on your shoulder, hiding his face against your neck.

“Ni-ki’s so annoying,” he muttered against your skin.

You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“He is,” you agreed, stroking his hair gently. “But he has a point.”

Jay lifted his head slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

You smiled before leaning closer to his ear.

“You’re my teddy bear,” you whispered playfully.

Jay blinked, his cheeks turning bright red in an instant.

“That’s even worse!” he exclaimed, covering his face.

You giggled fondly before taking his hands and intertwining your fingers with his.

“Okay, okay… but tell me, what do you want me to call you?”

Jay stared at you in silence for a moment, then sighed with a small smile.

“I don’t know, anything… just something sweet,” he murmured, tucking his face into your neck again.

Smiling, you placed a soft kiss on his hair.

“Alright, sweetheart.”

The quiet sigh Jay let out was barely noticeable, but the way he held onto you just a little tighter said it all.

“This is much better,” he whispered, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

Jake☆!

Jake was lying on the living room floor, legs stretched out and a soft smile on his face as he played with Layla. The puppy wagged her tail enthusiastically, pouncing over and over on the toy that Jake spun between his hands. The scene was so adorable that you almost felt bad interrupting it, but still, you called out to him from the couch, trying to get his attention.

"Jake! Can you come here for a second?"

Jake lifted his head immediately, as if unsure he'd heard correctly. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he stayed completely still, still holding Layla’s toy. The surprise on his face was so obvious that you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

"Did you just call me Jake?" he asked, squinting slightly and letting out a soft chuckle—though there was something in his gaze that seemed genuinely displeased.

"Yeah, what about it?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

Jake set the toy aside and slowly got up, crawling toward you with deliberate movements. He rested his arms on the edge of the couch, leaning in until your faces were only inches apart.

"I don’t like it when you call me that," he murmured with a slight pout. "It sounds too… ordinary."

"But it’s your name, Jake." You emphasized his name on purpose, enjoying the way his jaw clenched slightly.

He rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh and took your hands in his, as if that would help convince you.

"Yeah, but not from you," he insisted, lowering his voice. "‘Jake’ is what everyone calls me. Not you."

The way he looked at you, with his lips pressed together and his brows slightly furrowed, had an unmistakable hint of tenderness that made you smile involuntarily. His fingers tangled gently with yours, playing with them as if trying to distract himself.

"Ah, I see. So, my boy gets upset when I call him by his name," you teased, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake scoffed, but the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him.

"I’m not upset… I just don’t like it," he muttered, pressing his lips into a thin line. "I want you to call me the way you always do."

You noticed how his hands tightened around yours, as if afraid you might do it again.

"Alright, my love," you whispered with a smile.

Jake closed his eyes for a moment, as if savoring the way it sounded on your lips. Then, without warning, he nestled into your arms and rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

"That’s much better," he murmured against your skin, his voice laced with contentment.

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his hair as your fingers ran gently down his back. Layla let out a quiet bark beside you, as if protesting the lack of attention, but Jake didn’t even budge.

"You know this is a little dramatic, right?" you murmured in amusement.

"I don’t care," he replied, snuggling closer. "Just let me stay like this for a while."

And by the way he held onto you, you knew there was no way you’d ever call him ‘Jake’ again.

Sunghoon☆!

You were leaning against one of the tables in the café, chatting casually with a friend. The conversation flowed lightheartedly between laughter, but every now and then, your eyes drifted toward Sunghoon, who sat a few meters away with his headphones in and his phone in hand.

When your gazes met, you smiled and raised a hand in greeting.

"Sunghoon, come here for a second!" you called, gesturing with your hand.

He lifted his head, hesitating at first, but eventually put his headphones in his pocket and walked toward you with slow steps. The usual soft smile on his face had vanished, and the way his lips were pressed together made you blink in confusion.

"What's wrong?" you asked when he reached your side.

Sunghoon shook his head, shrugging, but avoided your gaze. He merely clicked his tongue lightly, crossing his arms and glancing toward the window.

"Is something bothering you?" you insisted, frowning. "Are you upset that I was talking to him?"

"No," he answered quickly, rolling his eyes. "It's not that."

The dry tone of his voice and the way his fingers tapped against his arm gave him away. You sighed, saying goodbye to your friend before gently taking Sunghoon by the wrist and leading him to a more private corner.

"Hey, are you sure nothing's wrong?" you murmured, searching his eyes. "You've been acting strange since you came over."

Sunghoon puffed out his cheeks, avoiding your gaze.

"It's just… you called me 'Sunghoon,'" he finally admitted, a small pout forming on his lips. "Not even a 'baby' or anything. It sounded like you didn’t even know me."

Surprise made you blink a couple of times before a small laugh escaped you. Sunghoon scrunched his nose, clearly offended.

"Ah, so that's what it was," you smiled, tightening your grip on his wrist slightly. "I thought you didn’t like that kind of thing in public. The nicknames and all…"

He huffed, clicking his tongue in irritation.

"I just don’t like other guys thinking I'm not your boyfriend," he muttered, a soft blush rising to his cheeks. "I like it when you call me cute things, not just my name. It sounds too cold."

The sincerity in his tone and the way his gaze shifted anxiously, as if looking for an escape, made you smile fondly.

"Wow, I didn’t know you were this sensitive," you teased gently.

Sunghoon puffed out his cheeks again, turning his gaze away with a small scoff.

"I’m not sensitive…" he grumbled, though the way his fingers intertwined with yours completely contradicted him. "I just… like it when it sounds like I’m special."

With a soft smile, you stood on your tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. The blush on his face deepened instantly, and though he tried to keep his annoyed expression, his lips began to curve slightly.

"Alright then, ‘baby,’" you whispered sweetly.

Sunghoon let out a quiet sigh, and though he crossed his arms as if still upset, he didn’t move away. On the contrary, he leaned his forehead a little closer to yours, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Much better," he murmured, and though his voice was soft and serious, you could feel his smile against your skin—warm and small.

Sunoo☆!

The challenge had started as a simple joke—just to see how Sunoo would react if you called him by his name instead of the affectionate nicknames he loved so much. The guys—Jay, Niki, and Sunghoon—could barely contain their laughter when they saw you walk into the room with that fake serious expression. They hid behind the slightly open door, trying not to make a sound while you prepared to set the plan in motion.

Sunoo was sitting on the mattress, legs crossed, phone in hand. The soft afternoon light streamed through the window, casting warm highlights in his hair. His fingers moved quickly across the screen, and his calm expression made you hesitate for a second before clearing your throat.

"Sunoo! Come here for a second!" you called, trying to sound natural.

At the sound of his name, Sunoo immediately lifted his head. His expression shifted from surprise to annoyance in the blink of an eye, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at you as if you had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. His jaw tensed slightly, and his lips pressed together, making it clear that he was not in the mood for jokes.

"What did you just say?" he asked, setting his phone aside and getting up with quick steps. His tone was colder than usual, and the way he held your gaze without blinking made it impossible to take the situation lightly.

"I called you, what’s the problem?" you defended yourself, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

"Don’t call me that!" he protested immediately, frowning. "It sounds horrible. Like I’m just any other person."

The firmness in his voice and the way he crossed his arms in front of you, chin raised and eyes shining with a mix of irritation and defiance, made it clear that the challenge was working. Sometimes, the confidence in Sunoo’s gaze managed to disarm you faster than you were willing to admit.

"But it’s your name, Sunoo," you insisted with a teasing smile, provoking him on purpose.

At the sound of his name again, Sunoo let out an irritated huff, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips together in frustration.

"No more ‘Sunoo!’" he demanded, his voice sharp. "Call me ‘baby’ or ‘my love.’ That sounds much nicer. That’s what I want to hear."

It was right then that a small, choked noise broke the silence. Someone—clearly Niki—let out a stifled giggle, and the faint sound made Sunoo turn sharply toward the door. His eyes narrowed, and before the guys could react, he marched toward it with quick, firm steps.

"Ah! So this was a joke, huh?" he muttered, swinging the door open to find all three of them barely holding back laughter. "Very funny. Really."

Jay and Sunghoon raised their hands in surrender, but Niki burst into laughter, leaning on Jay’s shoulder as he doubled over. Sunoo clenched his jaw, rolling his eyes in irritation before slamming the door shut with a sharp huff.

"You guys are so annoying," he mumbled, pressing his lips together as he rested his head against the door. His expression remained serious, and the faint redness on his cheeks only made his frustration more obvious.

You sighed with a guilty smile, stepping closer to him softly. Before he could complain again, you took his wrist and led him back to the mattress, gently guiding him to sit down as you settled beside him, wrapping your arms around him.

"I’m sorry, baby," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his flushed cheek. "You know it was just a joke. Don’t be mad."

Sunoo huffed, turning his head away from you. His lips remained pressed in a pout, and the way he kept his arms crossed against his chest made it clear that his annoyance hadn’t faded yet.

"You’re all so cruel," he mumbled, his tone dry and sharp. "It’s not funny."

You smiled against his skin, leaving a slow trail of kisses from his cheek down to the hollow of his neck. You felt his shoulders gradually relax, though his lips remained tight as he tried not to give in too easily.

"Will you forgive me?" you whispered, placing one last kiss near his ear. "You know I just wanted to tease you a little."

Sunoo let out a quiet sigh, resting his forehead against your shoulder, though he refused to look at you.

"Maybe…" he murmured, his voice softer but still sulky. "But you owe me cuddles. Lots of them."

And even though his face remained serious and his gaze fixed on the fabric of your shirt, the way he curled up against you, eyes fluttering shut and hands gripping your clothes, made it clear that his anger wouldn’t last much longer.

Jungwon☆!

The argument had ended a few minutes ago, but the silence between the two of you felt heavy and cold. Jungwon stood in the middle of the room, biting his lip nervously, while you took a few steps toward the window, trying to calm yourself. The way you had said his name, without any of the usual affectionate nicknames, hurt him more than he wanted to admit.

"Hey... can we talk, please?" he asked in a low, uncertain voice. But you didn’t respond, keeping your gaze fixed outside, even though you weren’t really looking at anything.

"Are you really going to keep calling me that?" Jungwon insisted, taking a step closer, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of regret and sadness. The way he said your name sounded almost like a plea, so soft that the knot in your throat tightened even more.

"It’s your name, isn’t it?" you replied, trying to sound firm, though your voice wavered slightly.

Jungwon pressed his lips together, his shoulders tensing. He didn’t like hearing that, especially in that distant tone. He swallowed hard, lowering his gaze for a moment, as if debating with himself whether or not to take the next step. But the thought of you continuing to call him that was enough to make him forget his pride.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity. He stepped closer, carefully, as if afraid you would pull away.

"I really am, love. I didn’t… I didn’t want it to end like this. Please, don’t call me that."

The way his voice broke at the end made something inside you crack as well. Before you could respond, Jungwon gently took your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. His grip was warm, but he was shaking slightly.

"I know I messed up. But please, don’t talk to me like I’m a stranger," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes with an almost broken sigh.

"Call me like you used to. Just tell me you forgive me, okay?"

The pain and regret in his eyes were so evident that you couldn’t keep up the act for much longer. You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment as his fingers softly traced yours, as if afraid you’d pull away.

"Jungwon..." you started, and you felt him tense at the mention of his name again. But before he could say anything, you continued:

"It’s okay, my love. I’m not angry, just… it hurt, you know?" you admitted softly, cupping his cheek.

He let out a deep sigh of relief, so profound it was as if he had been holding his breath the entire time. He hugged you without hesitation, burying his face in your neck as he murmured apologies over and over again, clinging to you as if afraid you would disappear.

"Thank you… thank you for forgiving me, love," he whispered, and this time his voice was broken, but filled with relief and warmth.

"I love you."

And in his arms, the weight in your chest slowly began to fade away.

Ni-ki☆!

You were in the kitchen, stirring the food in the pan, when you raised your voice to call Ni-ki from the living room.

"Jake, come here for a second!"

Silence fell immediately. The moment the words left your mouth, you knew you had messed up.

From the couch, Ni-ki lifted his head with a look of disbelief. He didn’t say anything at first, but the way he narrowed his eyes made it clear that he had heard you perfectly.

He stood up and walked toward the kitchen with slow steps, crossing his arms.

"What did you just say?" he asked, his tone dripping with irritation.

You froze for a moment, feeling the tension in the air.

"I'm sorry, Ni-ki… I meant—"

"Oh, so not only do you not call me by a cute nickname, but you say someone else’s name instead?" he interrupted, scoffing in annoyance. "And Jake’s, of all people. How embarrassing."

He placed a hand over his chest dramatically, but the frown on his face showed that he was genuinely bothered.

"I'm really sorry, it wasn’t on purpose…" you murmured, taking a step toward him.

Ni-ki averted his gaze with a small huff, but the way his jaw relaxed let you know he was already getting over it.

"Just… don’t call me Jake again," he said, still keeping his arms crossed.

You smiled tenderly before gently touching his arm.

"I promise, love. I won’t do it again."

The nickname worked instantly. Ni-ki looked at you in silence for a moment, and then, without warning, leaned in and wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was firm, almost possessive.

"You’re mine, you know that?" he murmured against your lips with a mischievous smile.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and you placed a soft kiss on his lips, lingering just enough to make the tension disappear completely.

Just then, a low chuckle came from the doorway.

"Dude, that’s disgusting," Jay said, leaning against the frame with a raised eyebrow. "So now you’re one of those ‘you’re mine’ guys? That’s new."

Ni-ki turned his head, frowning.

"What are you talking about?"

"I just remember when you used to laugh at me for being ‘cheesy’ with my girlfriend," Jay replied, making air quotes. "And look at you now—‘mine’ this, kisses everywhere."

Ni-ki opened his mouth to argue, but no comeback came to mind. His ears instantly turned red.

"Screw you, Jay."

"Gladly, but I’m enjoying the show too much." Jay smirked smugly before turning away and disappearing down the hallway.

Jay smirked smugly before turning away and disappearing down the hallway. Ni-ki let out a frustrated sigh and rested his forehead on your shoulder, mumbling something under his breath.

"What was that?" you asked, laughing.

"I hate him," he muttered against your neck, clinging even tighter to you.

"And here I thought you were tough, Ni-ki."

He lifted his head with a frown, but the way he held onto your waist even more tightly gave him away—deep down, he didn’t mind at all.

"Hii! Now that I'm back, I'd love to know, do you have any ideas or suggestions for what you'd like to see next? I'm open to recommendations, so feel free to comment. I'm reading you!" ❤❤❤

[binmeister]

Bits and bobs

Saja Boys & Huntr/x x Bodyguard! Reader (Male)

Just a collection of drabbles / headcanons for huntrix / saja boys x bodyguard! reader (masc) that didn’t make it into a longer piece - includes reqs / comments from Anons as prompts!! just,,, all in one area bc its easier

CW: not proofread, masc pronouns when referring to reader

01 - Gaming live stream  ft. Huntr/x

Idols livestreaming games has been progressively getting more and more popular, so Bobby had asked the girls to give it a go too. The only problem? They’re terrible at playing games. You could hear it from your room clearly, the girls yelling and screaming at some game that they’d picked up for a live stream. Tonight’s theme had been horror if you remember correctly but it didn't matter because even with noise cancelling headphones you could still hear them, honestly maybe you needed to invest in a different brand or get a refund because that function clearly was not working.

You give up at this point, standing up with your headphones slipping off and resting snugly around your neck as you exit your room to go ask the girls to quieten down cause it’s hard to rest and relax when it sounds like a murder is being committed every few minutes. You knock on Zoey’s door, where the yells and screams were emitting from and don’t bother waiting as you click open the door and step in.

“Girls, volume please.” You’d said with a small sigh, the trio had turned towards the opening door as they saw comments flooding in saying that stuff like ‘omg he’s gonna be so mad’ or ‘wait isnt [Name] home??’ and so forth. 

“Heellppp..!” “Can you play it for us?” “Please help its too scary”

They’d pleaded at you and used their patented puppy eyes that were unfortunately all glossed with tears as it seemed like they were frustrated and scared by whatever the hell it was they were playing. You groaned. It shouldn’t have been a surprise because you’d have to do this when you were growing up, helping them with boss fights when they got too mad or when Zoey would start crying because it was too difficult or scary.

So begrudgingly you stepped further into the room and took a seat at the PC after all the girls shimmied to give you room, your fingers quickly resting over the the WASD keys and your other hand gently gripping the RGB gaming mouse. It seemed like they were playing some kinda horror themed puzzle game where you get chased (Poppy Playtime) but there had to be some other gimmick to make them yell and scream as much as they had been.

They told you what you had to do and you just calmly did so, getting used to the controls and going through with the actions. Your face was relatively neutral and you couldn’t see the live chat because it was pinging on one of their phones, all you saw on Zoey’s monitor was the game that was dimly lit as you went about and got shit done - game audio playing through her speakers since she didn’t have a triple headphone set up.

At one point you felt a pair of hands grip into your shoulders and you furrowed your brows, already knowing it’s Zoey bracing herself for something scary so an evil thought possesses your mind. The timing was perfect, the character you were playing was about to enter a new area and just as the screen went black to signify a loading scream you playfully turned with a “BOO!” in a mildly booming voice.

All three girls shrieked and fell over themselves, even Mira was caught off guard and she was the one that loved horror night usually. You’d let out a heart laugh at their reaction as you turned back to continue playing the game, as they all got back up and were swatting at you and complaining that you were such a jerk for doing that but you just shrugged at them as your laughing fit ended.

“Wh- do not enable him! Guys you can not say that was funny.” Rumi called out as she read the chat, many people cracking up at what happened and others going ‘okay but that was kindaaaa?’ and she glared at the camera above Zoey’s monitor like ‘you guys better behave yourselves’ even though you couldn’t see any of the live stream messages. Mira was scolding you as you felt Zoey ball her hands into fists and keep hitting at your back and shoulder, not enough to actually hurt just enough to be mildly annoying. You seemed unphased though and simply thanked her for the free massage as she proceeded to hit you more rapidly at that as you kept a cheeky little smile on your face.

02 - Interactions with a fan ft. Rumi

Returning back to work was rough, everyone walked on eggshells around you and even your fellow security staff were wary on whether or not you’d be alright on your own so you ended up having your own guard stationed with you to make sure you’d be fine. You didn’t complain or argue back on it, it was understandable - the incident was still fresh and honestly you’re not sure if you could handle reprimanding fans without some sort of back up.

As you’re standing off to the side arms-crossed with a co-worker idly chattering as you both keep tabs on the line up of fans to make sure they’re still being respectful of the line and not over-crowding each other too much, you don’t realise that someone has approached you. A tiny someone. 

There’s a small tug on your pant leg and you freeze for a moment before looking down at the movement, a little girl’s standing there with big round eyes and a small plush bunny in her other arm. You instinctively crouch down before getting on a knee, a little sore on your side but you managed to keep your expression soft as you said ‘hey sweetheart’ to her. She beams at you at your greeting, happily jutting out her plushie for you and you can see that she’s got a missing tooth and it makes her look cuter.

“S’for you! Thank you mister.” You’re surprised, can’t help the little laugh that escapes you as you gently take the plushie from her and she does a little cheer in place before rushing off happily - no goodbye or anything. Your co-worker asks if he should check the plushie for you, in case it had something dangerous but you shrug him off as you examine it in your hands.

It’s small, there’s a little string hanging off of it with a clip so you can hang it onto something. You can’t stop the little smile from growing on your face as you steadily get back up to your feet and clip it onto the belt loop of your pants. As you look back up at the crowd of fans you’re stun-locked at how many are staring at you right now, a good few have tears in their eyes and you can tell that they.. missed you? You give a nervous wave and are a little thrown off by how many squeal or start to dramatically cry so you try to hide your face because you did not expect that to happen.

As you’re awkwardly hiding your face with your hands, looking away from the fans directly in your vicinity you catch the little girl from before gleefully clinging onto what appeared to be her sister who’s chastising her for interrupting your time. But all the while she’s just happily pointing at you until her sister looks up and is wide-eyed at the fact that you’ve accessorised yourself with the little plushie and when you see her face heat up? You can’t help but give a cheeky little wink at her before easing yourself back into your more professional stance, arms crossed again and a lot less intimidating with a bunny hanging off your belt.

03 - Texting / Getting your number ft. Saja Boys - Headcanons

A/N: I am a hard believe of Abs being openly bi and the others being relatively fruity to fulfil my need of Abs and Jinu being a little too into reader thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

Abs had been the first one to get your number, after working the first event for the Saja Boys he’d stopped you before you could leave and asked if he could join you at the gym at some point. When you looked at him with a suspicious look he stared back in earnest, no hint of ulterior motive and just seemed genuinely interested in some shared training regime.

Most of your exchanges were about the gym, sending reels or clips of routines either of you see online and sending it over to the other to see if you guys want to try it out the next time you run a set. Then steadily memes are exchanged and there’s more bantering, a lot of ‘dude’, ‘bro’ and ‘man’ used when you text. The girls don’t know you’re in contact with him so when they see a notification on your phone from ‘Gym Machine’ they don’t make the connection, not even when you’ve stated it out loud to them that you had gone to the gym with Abs. Verbatim. 

It eventually gets to a point where you guys are comfortable enough to start jokingly (mostly) flirting with each other over text, playing a game of chicken on who taps out first before laughing it off and sending more memes right after. Even been a couple instances where you send good morning voice memos to each other to see who has deeper vocal fry (it’s usually him). Average bromance.

Jinu is the second to get your number, asking for it after the third event you’d worked for them so it’d be easier to schedule things with you directly instead of doing the work around with Bobby. You didn’t really see any problems with it despite the protests of the girls, a job is still a job and if you can keep an eye on them at the same time - it’s not necessarily a bad thing to have.

Majority of your conversations are professional, Jinu actually being truthful about scheduling your services for events they have and aren’t able to get consistent staff due to their limited connections. At some point the professionalism is lessened, still there when you need to organise something together but after that it’s more casual. He doesn’t ask you for secrets about the hunters because he knows you won’t snitch and you don’t bother asking him what his plan is because you know he won’t snitch, a stalemate that gets replaced with familiarity as occasionally he asks if you want to catch up on a walk or just catch up on the phone. Sometimes you guys have late night conversations just talking shit about whatever event happened and if there were any major problematic fans - it’s oddly comforting.

Baby is actually the third guy to get your number, not that he asked, not that you asked. He had just swiped your phone and called himself off of it and you were too dumbfounded about it because he looked at you with the most smug smile on his face as he did so. He doesn’t actually text you that much and you don’t really text him, it’s just a weird.. possession thing is what you would guess.

He definitely likes to mess with the Huntrix girls over it too like he’ll talk hot so much bullshit to them when you’re not around and talk about how you two are always up late at night talking - there’s no call logs or messages whenever they had asked for your phone to check something, and then he doubles down and says you simply just delete all the evidence and they’re stressed out because would you hide it from them? 

Mystery is the second last guy to get your number, he had asked politely in passing if he could get it because he’d hoped to ask you questions about things cause admittedly he’s a little lost still on half of the new inventions that exist now-a-days. You’d given him your number and he’s usually quite polite whenever he asks you a question, waits for your answer, thanks you for your answer and wishes you a good day. Doesn’t flirt, doesn’t do anything weird - well aside from when he accidentally sends a voice memo or butt dials and all you hear is the sound of a shouting and rustling because the guys are fighting over something dumb and you’re trying to piece together what happened.

Romance is the last to get your number and it embarrasses him because what do you mean he’s the last one. He’s flirty in his initial texts and tries to stay flirty in general but there’s a day where you’re tired of it and tell him to cut the shit, stop faking and it catches him off guard. You know he’s faking the whole flirty persona to mess with people and you’d prefer if he just comes clean to you about stuff and he cuts the act, not overly the top flirty anymore but occasionally it slips back in and you tease him about it but it’s a lot more genuine now. Not the “ooo you want me so bad” it’s fleeting like, he’s yearning for something. 

04 - Who snitched?

It had been an accident actually. You’d overheard a phrase in passing during a red carpet event, fans who had gathered around were whispering it to each other but when they made eye contact with you they’d have this guilty grin on their face and start nervously giggling. Like you weren’t supposed to know it. Then an interviewer that had just finished asking the Huntr/x girls questions had spotted you, she flagged you down and you walked over to her as she cheerfully asked if you’ve heard that phrase too. You shook your head, were you supposed to?

It lingered on your mind for a few days but not enough to immediately search it up when you’d had time, just a whisper of a thought at the back of your head that would be shut up when you’d busy yourself with taking care of the girls or sorting out work. You were seated out on the couch, legs stretched out with your feet crossed on the cushions as your back rested against the arm rest with your laptop out on your lap. 

You vaguely remembered the phrase that had been told to you and started to search it up, trying different spellings before getting a hit of.. 10,000+ search results. You checked YouTube first where everything with this phrase had also had your [Name] written in the tags with a / in it - like people were actively trying to make it difficult if you had just searched your name up on the fly. Clicking on one of the innocent looking thumbnails you expected to see maybe a couple clips of something that happened at a concert because it had the Huntr/x fandom name in the tags but you weren’t expected to be watching compilations of shipping videos.

Several videos of moments where you and one of the Saja Boys were caught in seemingly compromising moments because of the angle, several different photos of the same shots as well with various online usernames begging for you to top them as well. Then you scroll to another video, and another, and another. All either glazing you up, wishing to glaze you up or compilations of the idols staring at you.

Why were there so many compilations of the idols staring at you? You were genuinely confused at this rate, brow furrowed as you continued to scroll. When did someone take a picture of you lifting your shirt up? You vaguely remember the moment as well, you’d instinctively grabbed the edge of your shirt to wipe the sweat of your face off on it - terrible habit now that you think about it but who even managed to catch this.

As you skim through a few more shorts it just becomes collective thirst traps of yourself with Abs and Jinu, primarily with tags and people stating they wished to be in the middle of you and your buddies in some variation or graphic depiction.  Luckily your eyes are blessed with more wholesome compilations, the several instances of either Zoey or Baby clinging onto your back as you carried them around events or just harmless moments where you’re chatting with Mira and you guys start ghost-boxing each other. A few smaller compilations of you being buddy buddy with Bobby or a few people romanticising your interactions with Rumi.

Then you jump into a new tab, going to instagram and searching up the same hashtag and getting way more results than you were expecting and an uncomfortable amount of photos of you plastered on the algorithm and then you spot the girls’ accounts where they had posted pictures of you and people had posted that same phrase in the comment section on some posts. There’s some innocent photos like when you’d gone to a pool together or gone to the beach, then you scroll the comments on those posts and progressively feel heat rise to your cheeks at the level of detail people were describing what they would do to you if you were there right now.

You slammed your laptop closed. You thought to yourself as you ran a hand through your hair and ruffled it up, trying to calm yourself down from the embarrassment.

Yep, that’s enough internet for the day.

05 - Besties with Bobby - Headcanons

A/N: I support this notion entirely - you both basically parent the girls of course you’re just a couple of girl dads at this rate, very short bits of HCs

You’ve known Bobby the entirety of your professional career and a little over that. He’d come into your life pretty early, managing Rumi and the other girls since their debut which meant he’d seen you grow up a little - what little left of your puberty’s growth spurt

You look out for him and he looks out for you, making sure you remember to have fun and often tries to remind you to let loose - have some fun, even occasionally joking to you that you shouldn’t forget to get laid because you’re still a young and rambunctious guy which you blow off

He’s seen you develop into the ‘dad’ figure you are now with the girls, he’s the girl dad that always talks highly of them and praises them for things they do and you’re the girl dad that reprimands them and reminds them to behave themselves - 2 halves of the same fatherly figure coin

When you’re old enough to get a drink together, and you’re a little tipsy and loosened up Bobby admits to you that he’s really proud of the person you become and he’s surprised when you’re staring at him with tears welling up in your eyes and then its like “woah hey dont cry! i just, i just want you to know that i appreciate you bud” - you’re crying now

Bobby gives me that kind of vibe where his presence gets missed easily - like people bump into him because he has this easily approachable and friendly aura, so whenever you’re able to be nearby him you tend to straighten up a bit more - exert some pressure to let people know that hey there is an important figure here y’know the guy that helps keep Huntrix functioning in a business sense

I’m not sure how bromance-y Bobby and Bodyguard!Reader are, i think it’s a lot more like uncle / nephew dynamic or older brother / little brother - i don’t have a hard age range but i know it’s enough that you two may occasionally misunderstand each other on memes but it’s actually the reverse where Bobby is saying slang and phrases and you’re confused because you’re surprisingly pretty off the grid aside from using your phone idly to scroll 

As a professional unit you two are fantastic, he’s great at organising things and you’re good at wrangling up the girls when they aren’t giving him the respect he deserves - like you’re a pillar in helping them remember that Bobby does so much for them and does so many small things that they take for granted and you remind him that Bobby is essentially the dad figure that none of them have (Zoey i dont think has anything mentioned about her parents)

Imo I think Bobby taught you how to be sociable and how to communicate / be friendly with people, your mum is a celebrity and I feel like she’s actually pretty out of touch - given Celine is so adamant that Rumi can’t be close to the others with parts of herself I imagine she doesn’t fathom treating people with kindness except for service level stuff so Bobby is the one that teachers you that it’s okay to be emotional and that like hey, you’re young, make mistakes so you can grow and get better

[juliettejwnewinesa]

HIIII I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING! CAN I REQUEST SOMETHING WITH SEONG JE??

where reader is baekjin's sister and shes so different than baekjin like so innocent but not naive or dumb innocent kind but shes like pureee and demure and girly and too bubbly, lets just say she came home to sokor from states and met seongje and she kept bothering him wanting to be his friend but seongje kept rejecting her and said something hurtful that made her stop bothering him then one night he was walking on an alley and found reader being cornered or about to get beaten up bc of some of baekjin's enemy i mean like the word of baekjin having a sister spread, then seongje beat the shit out of those guys and they had a closureeee

Also reader doesnt know about the union or aything she found out when she was cornered because she asked baekjin or seongjeeee

Anwww ill ty in advance if u ever accept this req!!! I hope u always get inspired!

- 🐯

Title: Cherries and Cigarettes

seongjae x reader

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The first time Seong Je saw her, she was skipping down the steps of the convenience store in a pastel pink cardigan, humming to herself with a cherry lollipop sticking out of her mouth.

She had no business being that bright in a place like this.

Baekjin’s sister had just come back from the States, rumor had it. The whole neighborhood had already started whispering about her: "Too pretty for her own good," they said. "Too soft. She won’t last a month in this town."

Seong Je agreed.

He never liked girls like her. The bubbly kind. The ones who asked too many questions, who smiled like the world never bit them back. Girls like her got eaten alive here.

And yet.

"You’re Seong Je, right?" she asked him that same afternoon, cheeks flushed from the heat, a glossy smile plastered across her face. "I heard you're Baekjin oppa’s friend. I just moved back, do you want to be friends too?"

Seong Je didn’t even look up from his phone.

"No."

She blinked. "Huh?"

"I don’t like fake people."

That wiped the smile clean off her face.

He didn’t say it because he believed it. He said it because it was easier to cut off a rose before it bloomed. Girls like her didn’t belong anywhere near someone like him.

She stopped talking to him after that.

No more cheerful greetings in the hallway, no more shy glances in his direction when she came to bring Baekjin food. Not even a smile when they passed each other in the apartment complex.

It should’ve been a relief.

So why did it gnaw at him at night?

Why did he keep remembering how her voice had cracked just slightly after he said that?

Three weeks later, he found her in the alley behind the PC bang, trembling.

Three guys had her backed into a wall. They weren’t from the area—he could tell by their shoes, cheap knock-offs pretending to be tough. The tallest one had her wrist in a bruising grip.

"Hey," Seong Je said, tone flat.

The thugs turned.

"Piss off," one of them spat.

"That’s Baekjin’s sister."

They laughed. "Exactly. We’ve got beef with him. She’s just a little reminder."

He didn’t wait.

It took under a minute.

One of them went down with a broken nose. Another crumpled after a knee to the gut. The last tried to run—Seong Je dragged him back by the collar and drove his fist into his face until he stopped twitching.

The alley smelled like blood and fear and cigarette smoke.

"Y/N," he said, voice low. "Are you hurt?"

She was crying. Not sobbing—just silent, scared tears, streaking her cheeks while she tried to keep her composure.

"Wh-who were they?" she whispered. "They said... they said something about Union. About Baekjin oppa... I don’t—"

He stepped closer, and she flinched.

Seong Je froze.

"Y/N," he said again, softer. "Look at me."

She did. Eyes glassy. Lashes wet.

"You weren’t supposed to find out this way."

They sat on the curb until the blood dried on his knuckles.

He explained it in pieces. The gang, the fights, the enemies. Why Baekjin was always busy. Why Seong Je never smiled.

She listened quietly, knees pulled to her chest.

"So you were trying to protect me," she said finally, "when you said I was fake?"

He didn’t answer right away.

"I was trying to push you away. Because you were too nice. Too... clean."

"You thought I couldn’t handle it."

He nodded.

She looked at him then, really looked. At the blood, the bruises, the shadows under his eyes.

"You’re stupid," she said.

He blinked.

"You could’ve just said you didn’t want me hurt. But you had to be dramatic."

"I’m not dramatic."

"You’re so dramatic," she said, almost smiling through the tears. "But thank you. For saving me."

There was a long pause.

Then—"Y/N. I’m sorry. For what I said. I didn’t mean it."

She tilted her head. "So you do want to be friends?"

He sighed. "More than that, if I’m honest."

The world paused.

She blinked slowly. Then smiled—soft, real, no cherry lollipop this time.

"Then you better start by walking me home, Seong Je."

He stood. Held out his hand.

"Let’s go."

[bonedo-enthusiast]

bnd's kinks 𐂐◯𓇋

A/N: i haven't written smut in years but i like how this turned out! :D i am canonically a sapphic, so idk what possessed me to write this but here we are. 😔 lowercase is intended as always, enjoy. :)

genre: smut

tws: kinks!, explicit sexual content, bdsm themes

pairing: legal!bnd x afab!reader (but i tried to make it gn!reader mostly)

wc: 2,188

MDNI!! (i have three other pg imagines on my blog, read those instead :p)

Sungho

praise, service top/bottom, foreplay, teasing (sort of), begging

i think he just really wants to make you feel good, by any means necessary, although he prefers to be gentle. 

he kind of strikes me as more vanilla than anything else, but he would love telling you how much he’s enjoying things. 

you’re on the bed, legs spread, with sungho slowly running his fingers across your skin. 

he looks down at you lovingly. “you’re so beautiful.” and you know he means it, with the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only other person in the world. 

he’s very slow, very deliberate because why would he rush things when he has all the time in the world? 

if he could, he would spend hours with you underneath him like this, your little whimpers like music to his ears. 

but sungho would feel bad making you wait oh so patiently for him, so he’d do exactly what you want. 

first, he’d trail soft kisses down your skin, making sure to suck and nip as he went. 

he’d attach himself to your nipple, swirling his tongue around it slowly while bringing his hand down to your inner thighs. 

your gasps and moans would only fuel his hard-on, its presence evident underneath his boxers. 

he liked it when you were completely naked and when he still had an article or two of clothing on because sungho knew you would often beg so sweetly, something he found so endearing. 

you begging for him… the love of his life needing him in a way that only he could satisfy. 

sungho was always good at drawing orgasms out of you, making you have at least two before he’d even consider orgasming himself. 

but when it comes to that point, he’d become a bit feverish. his grip on your hips would be almost tight enough to bruise as he pounded into you with vigor. 

he’d continue kissing you sloppily, praises leaving his mouth one after the other. 

“you feel so good… so pretty. shit, you’re so fucking hot…” 

Riwoo

mommy kink, praise, humiliation, dick slapping, hints of dacryphilia

i think riwoo’s usually pretty innocent-minded, and too shy to initiate anything even if he is having impure thoughts. 

so riwoo would just be minding his business, maybe playing league of legends on his pc. then you’d hug his neck from behind, resting your chin on his head. “how’s my baby doing?” 

he would blush at the use of ownership, but not take his eyes off of the screen. “good. my team’s winning.” 

“oh, that’s great! i’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” you run your fingers through his hair, causing a chill to go down riwoo’s spine. “can i join you? i’d like to watch.” 

he nods and you pull up a chair next to his, resting your head against his shoulder but not in a way that would hinder his gaming. 

he’d feel more nervous now, having an audience. he wants to make you proud, wants to hear you praise him again, so he locks in all of his attention to the screen in front of him. 

which is why he doesn’t at first notice your hand on his thigh, until your fingers crest against the edge of his waistband. 

he lets out a gasp and breaks his eye contact with the screen to glance at you. “wh…what are you doing?”

“what do you mean? i’m not doing anything, sweetheart. just keep playing your game.” your voice comes out innocent, but riwoo’s been dating you long enough to know that you in fact know exactly what you’re doing. 

but he also knows better than to protest, especially since he’s already a bit turned on from you just complimenting him. 

you notice that fact with the way his dick is already semi-hard. you let out a laugh and lightly slap his dick, making him let out a whine. “you’re already turned on and i haven’t even done anything. how pathetic…” 

riwoo inhales a shaky breath and blinks several times, trying his best to focus. 

when you undo his pants and pull down his boxers, he tries not to squirm even as the cool air in the room hits his fully erect dick.

you wrap a hand around it, gently running your thumb up and down the shaft.

he starts bucking his hips, so you remove your hand and slap his dick again.

riwoo whines and tears start to rim his eyes. “p-please…” 

“hmm? please what, baby?”

“please touch me… more… i need more.”

“you need more, huh? so the slut isn’t appreciating what i’m giving him? it’s not enough?”

he gulps. “n-no, it’s good. i-i just–” he’s cut off when you lick the tip of his dick, a strangled moan escaping his lips. 

“oh? did you like that? does that make my slut’s pretty dick feel good?” 

“yes… more please…” 

“please what?”

“mommy. please, mommy…” 

and how could you say no to that?

Jaehyun

praise, humiliation, choking, masochism, bondage

i think jaehyun just gives me major “i need to be punished” vibes ??

he’s a very hyper man, and i imagine he’d probably get on your nerves fairly easily.

“jaehyun, can you stop running around like that? i’m trying to watch this lecture.”

“i’m not running around.” he pouts. “i’m just having fun.”

“can you have fun more quietly?”

“it’s not my fault my partner cares more about their grades than their sweet, loving boyfriend.” 

“is that what this is about? you just want attention?” you scoff.

“maybe… i just miss you.” jaehyun frowns.

“so your plan is to piss me off? you never learn, do you? how many times do i have to punish you before you actually start to learn? you’re just a dumb slut, aren’t you?” 

jaehyun’s jaw would go slack, both surprised and turned on all in one.

“i asked you a question.”

“uh. y-yes…” 

“you’re gonna have to beg for it. convince me that you’re worth my time.”

“please…” he got down on his knees in front of you, resting his head on your thighs. “i want you so bad…” 

“do you now? well, why don’t you make yourself useful and go get the box?”

jaehyun bites his lip and nods before racing into your shared bedroom to grab the box full of sex toys that you own. when he gets back, your laptop is no longer on your lap and your eyes are fully on him. just what he wanted. 

he instinctively reaches down and palms himself through his shorts, until your voice breaks him out of his haze. “and what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“s-sorry, i really didn’t mean to.” jaehyun says quickly, placing the box in front of you. “really… it was an accident.” 

“accident or not, you’re testing my patience. looks like what i originally had in mind won’t be enough. i’m going to have to fuck some sense into you.” 

he doesn’t even protest, the arousal swirling within him. it’s almost too much, with the way that his dick strains against the only barrier between you and him. 

“lay down on the couch.” you say, opening the box and pulling out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

jaehyun’s eyes widen. “w-wait! i wanna touch you!”

“too bad. if you’re going to act like a slut, i’m going to treat you like one.” you put the handcuffs on him before attacking his lips with your own. you press his hands down over his head and straddle his legs, your clothed heat brushing against his erection.

“f-fuck…” jaehyun groans in between your kisses. 

you pull away only to wrap a hand around his soft neck, squeezing gently as you rub yourself against him. “do you like that, slut?” 

“yes, i like it so m-much…” 

“mm, good boy.”

Taesan

dom/sub, humiliation, edging, sadism, teasing

i love taesan as much as the next onedoor, but this man can be mean 😭 like he’s a sweetheart don’t get me wrong but he really has his moments where i’m like damn dude. 

so i think that this could easily be applied to his sexual preferences. 

being a songwriter of boynextdoor does not come without its challenges, so he’s often stressed and worn out from the sheer amount of responsibilities he has placed on him. so of course he needs an outlet for all that stress… cue you, his wonderful loving partner.

you’d hear the front door to the apartment close all the way from your shared bedroom, a huge smile on your face knowing that it was taesan coming home after a long day. 

you race into the living room to greet him, finding him standing there oddly still with a dark look in his eyes. 

you immediately freeze, mouth slightly agape as he slowly trails his eyes up your body. when they meet your own, you can see the desire within them. “go back to the bedroom. when i come back there, i expect you to be fully naked.” 

you stand there for a few more seconds, taking in his words before nodding and hurriedly rushing back to the bedroom. 

you’ve barely taken off your underwear, which was your last article of clothing, when taesan bursts into the room. 

you could practically feel the heat of his eyes as he approaches you, not bothering to close the door. “fuck, i’ve been waiting all day for this…” 

he immediately wraps you up in his arms and kisses you passionately before (gently) throwing you on the bed and crawling on top of you.

he makes haste with discarding his own clothing before attaching his lips to your neck, you writhing below him with soft whimpers. 

if you’d squirm too much, he’d hold your hips as a warning. 

but if you squirmed again regardless, he would slap your inner thigh and grab your jaw, making eye contact with you. “don’t fucking move.” 

which is easier said than done, and he knows that but doesn’t care because he loves being mean. <3

so he just watches as you helplessly try to stay still, even as he brings his fingers dangerously close to your sensitive areas. 

“aww, poor baby… you want to move so bad, don’t you?”

“taesan, please just fuck me.”

“tsk… you should know better than to ask for that so early on. what would be the fun in that? i think i’d much rather watch you come undone with just my fingers alone. wouldn’t you like that too, baby?” 

you nod feverishly, choking out a moan when his finger circles your hole.

and when he’s fingering you with intensity, you know you’re about to come undone exactly as he wanted. 

your moans increase and get higher in pitch, your orgasm right there.

you feel it building up, just about to come when taesan suddenly pulls his fingers away, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“n-no! taesan, please! please, please…”

“shhh…” he places a finger against your lips. “just relax. you’ll get what you want, baby… just let me have some fun first, yeah?” and then he’s back to attacking your neck. 

Leehan

switch, role play, power dynamics 

idk why but i just think leehan would find the idea of role play funny, something he’d want to try out as a joke… but seeing you in that sexy nurse outfit has his head spinning in a way he didn’t plan on. 

the way the tight uniform shows off every one of your curves has leehan immediately wanting to pounce on you like he’s some animal. 

but he’d restrain himself, because he’s curious where this will go. 

and you being the fantastic nurse that you are means that you have to give him a well-rounded checkup. 

so of course you have to test every nerve to make sure that his motor functions are working properly. 

you start with the usual, gently tapping your rubber mallet against his knee before working your way up. 

he responds well to your touch, his breath hitching when you brush against his dick, it already being hard. 

which is convenient because you need to make sure that was in working order, too. 

“do you regularly engage in sexual intercourse, mr. kim?”

leehan is taken aback by your question, blushing a little. “yes…”

“and do you use protection, sir?”

he gulps, liking the way you were referring to him. it became physically evident in the way that his dick twitched ever so slightly, begging for friction. “yes.” 

“good. very, very good.” you make a show of writing on a blank notepad. “i’m going to need to further examine you, especially because it’s been a while since you’ve been to get a checkup.” 

you scoot closer to him on the stool and gesture at his pants. “would you mind taking these off, mr. kim?” 

leehan nods and quickly unbuttons and unzips his pants, pulling them down to around his ankles. the tent in his boxers stand proud, a small patch of wetness on the cotton fabric. 

you reach out and palm him through the fabric, achingly slow, earning a hiss from leehan. 

“just relax, alright? this examination might take a while…”

[thedoodwithamic]

The DOOM-like shooters embrace escapism the hardest.

There's something charming and addicting about the explosive environments of DOOM and 40k Boltgun.

There's definitely pits of lore you can check out, but rather than that, the games take you on an adrenaline thrill ride where you understand YOUR place in that game. Your purpose. Your one stated goal. Rip and Tear and Exterminatus. Respectfully.

And I think that is what's missing from games these days.

Ones that can let the imagination go.

Not everything needs to be a souls/borne game. Not everything needs to be some motion-capture playable animated drama. Just a thought, you know.

[heykaya]

Love Interest and NPC - Reactions when you mention someone else

Extracted from the game’s code (8th February 2025)

Index: Robin, Whitney, Sydney, Kylar, Eden, Alex, Avery, Leighton, Bailey, Morgan

How to get:

Have your Love Interest set to a different person and use the Demand/Plead option. Whether PC will mention them or not is random, so you might have to try more than once.

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Robin:

He speaks. "So you're a cheater in more ways than one. (This line is a placeholder and should be unobtainable.)

Whitney:

Black Wolf: 

He laughs. Did you just admit to fucking a dog? You're making this too easy.

He laughs. I think I need to remind you whose bitch you actually are.

Great Hawk: 

He laughs. Did you just admit to fucking a bird? You're making this too easy.

He laughs. You can't fly away. Not from me.

Robin:

He laughs. "You've fallen for that weak little shit? I guess I know who to visit next."

Kylar:

He scowls. "I should've known you'd fall for that freak."

Sydney:

He laughs. "Two book criminals, sitting in a tree. Adorable."

Other: 

He scowls. "Let me remind you why you don't have a choice."

He laughs. "I don't care about your little crush. You belong to me."

Sydney:

Black Wolf/Great Hawk:

He balks. "An... animal? What?"

Whitney:

He balks. "H... him?!"

Robin or Kylar:

He freezes. "I... thought you were just friends. You mean...?"

Other:

He freezes. "Wh... who? Who is it?!"

Kylar:

Black Wolf/Great Hawk:

His eyes narrow. "I can be an animal, too. Watch!"

Robin:

He growls. "Robin can't take care of you like I can!"

Whitney:

He freezes. "W... Whitney can't stop me!"

Sydney:

He growls. "Sydney doesn't know you like I do!"

Other: 

He freezes. "Who... are you talking about...?"

He freezes. "You don't need them! You only need me!"

Eden:

Black Wolf/Great Hawk:

He speaks. "That thing will tear you apart the first chance it gets! Stay away from it."

Other:

He speaks. "Whoever that is, forget them." He sounds hurt.

Alex:

Black Wolf/Great Hawk:

"I think I had one too many," He says. "You're speaking nonsense."

Other:

"I think I had one too many," He says, holding his forehead.

(If you have cleared more than 3 fields)

Black Wolf:

He deflates. "You're two-timing me with an animal? I need another drink..."

Great Hawk:

He glares. "Did your brain get pecked in the moor? Stay out of there."

Other:

He glares. "You're two-timing me?"

Avery:

Robin:

His face darkens. "The little brat I keep seeing you with? I should've known."

Black Wolf/ Great Hawk:

His face darkens. "I don't pay you to let a filthy animal have its way with you."

Other:

He wordlessly eyes you with contempt.

Leighton:

Robin:

He smirks. "Another student? Perhaps I should invite him to my office."

Kylar:

He frowns. "Kylar? That explains a lot of things."

Whitney:

He frowns. "You and that delinquent? I'm not surprised."

Sydney:

He smirks. "Sydney? I plan to have him in my office soon."

Sydney (If you have seen the library spanking scene):

He smirks. "Sydney? We could do his punishment in my office next time."

Black Wolf/Great Hawk:

He frowns. "An animal? This requires extra discipline."

Other:

He smirks. "I'm not familiar. This is a private matter, anyway."

Bailey:

Robin:

"That worthless brat can't save you."

Black Wolf/Great Hawk:

"People would pay extra to see you fuck/get fucked by some beast."

Other:

"If he cared about you, he would pay for you."

Morgan:

He snarls. “Charlene, you belong to daddy!”

Degrees of Lewdity - Text Based Masterpost