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sevsevteen · 3 days ago

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hii if requests are open (and you’re comfortable with it ofc) cab i pretty pls request an angsty fic about maybe a sasaeng breaking into readers house/hotel room and idk just the members beung protective haha

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hello!! thank you for your compliment hehe 🫶 much love~

[DISCLAIMER: i've read a prompt like this a while back, however i forgot the exact details and user of the original writer who wrote about it. if any of you remember please let me know i'll be sure to tag the original ><

edit: a kind reader helped me find it! the original is 'Intruder in the dark' by @scoupsakakitty. click this for their original fic, please check it out as well~]

this scene is written entirely by me (with inspiration by the orig. creator) thank youu—

Warnings: s*saeng (booo tomatox3), breaking and entering, small injury, read with caution!

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The hallway was quiet when everyone stepped out of the elevator. A small wave and mutters of goodbyes echoed as the members left for their own rooms.

Your hoodie was still damp at the collar from post-concert sweat, and your legs ached after hours of dancing. Tugging your keycard out the lanyard, you rubbed at your tired eyes as you reached the door.

Room 1714.

The familiar green beep clicked, and you pushed the door open.

The room was dark, only the faint amber glow of the city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. You didn’t bother turning on the lights - it seemed too tiring. But when you took the first step in, the back of your neck prickled.

Something was wrong.

The room looked, at first glance, exactly as you'd left it that morning. The bed was neatly made, the curtains drawn, the complimentary water bottles untouched on the bedside table. It wasn't just the air conditioning; it was a deeper, unsettling sensation. The kind that made a chill sneak its way up your spine.

You walked toward the bed, senses on high alert. The duvet was perfectly smooth, but was the pillow fluffed just a little too much? You remembered leaving it slightly dented while getting up from your morning stretch.

Your purse - left hanging on the armchair when you left this morning - was now on the floor, contents half-spilled out. Did you knock it over when you rushed out?

A sweater, once folded on the bed, was crumpled in the corner of the room floor.

It was such a minor detail, easily dismissed as your own forgetfulness, but the unease persisted. There was a feeling. Like the air had been disturbed, the molecules rearranged by an unwelcome presence.

Your forced yourself to swallow whatever doubts you had as your hand hovered near the switch, finally flicking on the lights.

Ruffled pillow. Spilled purse. Phone charger unplugged. The mirror slightly tilted. Everything slightly…wrong.

It was tiny. Insignificant. But combined with the other small changes, it formed a terrifying mosaic in your mind.

Someone had been in the room.

Someone who definitely shouldn't have been.

And they had tried to make it look like they hadn't.

The realization hit you with the force of a physical blow. Your breath caught in your throat, blood running cold. You hadn't been alone.

Or rather, you were not alone.

You took a shaky step backwards, toward the door.

That was, when a hand wrapped around your wrist - all your senses jumping to life.

Appearing from a blindspot behind the wall of the bathroom, a man's force yanked your arm back, hard. You tumbled to the floor with a loud thud, head spinning as you landed on your back. A scream tore through your throat - only to be quickly smothered by a gloved hand pressing against your mouth, rough and smelling faintly of disinfectant, muffling any sound.

Before you could react, he was climbing over your torso, his weight pressing you down, stealing whatever breath you had left. Your wrists were seized in an iron grip, pinned above your head, held so tightly you could already feel the angry beginnings of bruises forming.

His eyes were scary - sinister. Hiding just enough for your body to start shaking uncontrollably. Your eyes closed on instinct when he leaned down, his face a dark, indistinct blur above you, breath warm and tickling your ear.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered against your ear, the wind tickling your skin. “You have no idea how long.”

You shook your head, eyes darting around frantically for an escape as tears welled up, fear surging like fire through your veins. But there was only the oppressive weight of his body and the terrifying, terrifying, intimacy of his voice.

“Don't be so cold. I know you get off work at this time every day. I've been following you for a few days now.” His voice suddenly lowered, “You looked so good in your blue sweater yesterday.”

You writhed, thrashing beneath him, screams muffled as your heart beat so violently you could hear it in your ears.

“We're a match made in heaven. Don’t you know that?”

Move. Move. Think.

A flicker of raw, desperate anger ignited within you. You weren't going to let this be your end. Not here. Not like this. The adrenaline surged, sharp and hot.

With a sudden, violent twist, you yanked one wrist free from his loosening grasp, the bruising pain a dull ache against the urgency to survive.

You fumbled the floor around you, feeling the rough carpet that scratched your skin, blindly searching – reaching out, your fingers wrapped around the cool, smooth shape of a glass cup, one that must've rolled off when you crashed against the table before.

Without thinking, you swung.

The smash echoed as the cup shattered against his temple, shards cutting skin. The grip on your wrist finally gave way as he recoiled, clutching his head, a dark stain rapidly spreading on his gloves.

Your hands weren't spared either – drops of blood rolling to your elbow while pain seared your fingertips. But you couldn't feel any of it, not right now.

You kicked hard, enough for him to roll off with a yelp.

Scrambling out from under him, you crawled toward the door with your palms scraped and bleeding. You didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

You yanked the door open with trembling hands - and ran like never before.

The crash had startled most of the floor. Staff were poking their heads out, some murmuring about the noise, but some retreated quickly, not wanting to intrude.

A few doors down, the members had already stirred, stepping out their own rooms.

“Did something fall?” Jun muttered, wandering out in a white tee and sweats.

“I heard glass,” Seungcheol said, appearing from the room beside him. “Wait–”

That’s when they saw you.

Barreling down the hallway barefoot, eyes wide, hair a mess, breath ragged as if you couldn’t get air into your lungs.

You turned back occasionally, a quick, fearful glance over the shoulder, convinced the man was right behind you, his chilling whispers still echoing in your ears.

Your legs only stopped moving when you slammed into someone - arms, chest - someone solid. The impact knocked the wind out of you.

“What's going–” It was Wonwoo.

He was cut off by your scream as you pushed away. "Get away from me!" Your voice was raw and hoarse, instinctively pushing and flailing, your hands coming up in a desperate attempt to fend off whoever had stood in your way.

Wonwoo fought your fists, grabbing your arms as his own ones caged you in, forcing your thrashing to come to a halt.

“It’s me, Wonwoo. It’s just me.”

A voice, familiar and deep, began to murmur, slowly, gently, cutting through the fog of panic.

“Can you look at me?”

You paused as your vision cleared, his familiar face grounding your sanity. You collapsed into him immediately, sobbing, clutching his shirt with trembling fingers. You cried into his shoulder, pointing a trembling hand back down the hallway toward your room, stuttering out broken words between gasps.

“He– he was in– he grabbed– he was in my room-”

Wonwoo caught you again, wrapping both arms around you protectively as your knees gave out. “What? Who?!”

The words sent a shockwave through the group for a second – but the members moved instantly.

“Get a blanket. Someone call security- NOW!” Seungcheol barked, eyes wide.

Jun knelt beside you, holding your uninjured hand as he gently stroked your back, whispering: “You’re okay now. We’ve got you. Whoever it is, he’s not getting near you again.”

Mingyu and Dokyeom quickly formed a physical barrier around you and Wonwoo, their large frames blocking any view down the hallway towards your room.

“Minghao and Seokmin went down to the lobby!” Chan called from the elevator lobby, rushing back after hearing the panic.

Joshua was already on the hotel phone, voice urgent but eerily calm. “Yes, a break-in. She’s hurt. We need security and the police.”

The hallway was chaos, but around you, it was shielded - every member blocking the world from getting any closer to you.

And just minutes later, hotel security arrived, followed closely by staff and local authorities. The masked man was found still inside your room, disoriented and bleeding from his temple.

Still, your head rang when his voice boomed throughout the floor. “We belong together! Wait for me my love!”

You sat on Seungcheol's bed, now changed into a clean sweatshirt that belonged to Joshua, wrapped in a blanket and cradling a heat pack in your lap.

Your hands still trembled.

But you weren’t alone.

Wonwoo hadn’t left your side once. Hoshi sat on the floor by your feet, rubbing slow circles into your ankle. Mingyu had your hand in his, carefully cleaning the small cuts and scrapes on your hands – the remnants of your desperate struggle. His touch was gentle as he dabbed away the last traces of blood and shards that had embedded themselves. It hurt, of course, but exhaustion overtook every bone in your body.

Across the room, Seungcheol and Jihoon were already deep in hushed conversation, strategizing. They were setting up surveillance shifts, ensuring someone would be by your side through the night. No one had to say it aloud; the unspoken fear of the stalker's words still hung heavy.

They didn’t say much after.

None of them needed to.

Because every quiet glance, every hand on your shoulder, every member sitting in the room long after midnight without saying a word - it all said the same thing:

You were safe, and no one will ever lay a hand on you again.

every situation has its repercussions

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cheol-e-kat · 3 months ago

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For your new bingo!

Internet friends+blind date+ size kink [mingyuu]

hi anon cutie, yea, this one - i have thoughts hehe and ofc i hope you like it - also misspellings in their chat is intentional, no one is perfect while chatting

♡ kat

bingo squares: internet friends + blind date + size kink

pairing: kim mingyu / f!reader

summary: y/n is nervous about a blind date and spends all her time chatting with her online gaming friend about it. Turns out he might be a lot more than the guy she just chats with online.

word count: 3.3k

genre: college au, rivals to lovers, internet friends to lovers, blind dates, smut

Rating: 18+, MDNI, explicit

warnings below cut

warnings: drinking, oral sex, penetrative sex, cum play, fingering, size kink (her for him), big dick!mingyu, dollification

y/n really hated dates - she hated them in general.

so a blind date was even worse - she couldn’t even properly work herself up to her normally high anxiety levels. she certainly couldn’t properly stalk the guy on social media either, so what was even the point, she wondered as she stared at her phone.

at this point, she couldn’t complain to her irl friends even because they were the ones with this so-called ‘genius’ plan to set her up with someone they were so sure she would like. plus, it was the day of, anyway, so what could she really do?

but then she remembered her online life, and her online friends, specifically ‘readyplayergyv’, who just happened to be online. because he was always online.

annoyingly, he was initially encouraging - he had even said that ‘maybe she would make a friend.’

she had groaned at that and sent an emote of a teddy bear with a knife telling him that was ‘cursed.’

he sent a voice note in response, saying, “you never know - you might really like them - just give it a chance.”

she had one word for that: ‘traitor.’

well, actually she had more, so she sent ‘et tu brute’ and followed it with ‘judas’ in all caps.

[readyplayergyv] you really are a dork

[bearycloudy] eat me

[readyplayergyv] aafafafaf plz let that be ur opening line

she shook her head, smiling.

[bearycloudy] fr i hate meeting new ppl - i’m always nervous and sweaty

[readyplayergyv] cancel? say ur grandma died

she snorted.

[bearycloudy] taht’s terrible

[readyplayergyv] so u don’t wanna go just make something up

she sighed, wishing it were that easy.

[bearycloudy] my friends will be annoyed

[readyplayergyv] annoyed or you’ve used the grandma excuse before

she smiled to herself, knowing she had used it once.

[bearycloudy] i’ve maybe used it

[readyplayergyv] then you know it’s a solid plan

[bearycloudy] yea but how many grannies dying is too many yk

[readyplayergyv] all the grannies all dead

she grinned. she had the urge to call him ‘cute.’ actually, she had that urge fairly often, especially when they were in dms. because he was really cute and sweet. and she liked his voice.

they had met while gaming. he never seemed to have an issue with her being the only girl on the team. or the only girl online generally. no weirdo nicknames or any of that. just - nice. he was nice.

the server they hung out in had a huge no-doxxing policy, so no one shared photos, unless it was like their pet or something. but she liked to imagine that readyplayergyv was at least cute. maybe hot.

she sighed and typed a new message.

[bearycloudy] so do u have any plans???

she waited. she never really asked things like that. she didn’t mind that he did, but she also usually just shared without being asked. but he didn’t, and she didn’t like to pry. she assumed that if he wanted to share, he would.

[readyplayergyv] yea some stuff my friends planned

she yawned.

[bearycloudy] sounds exciting

[readyplayergyv] idk - kinda worried

she scrunched her brows, wondering when he was worried about anything.

[bearycloudy] why?

[readyplayergyv] so unlike u my lifelong goal isn’t being a hermit

she was too quick to respond.

[bearycloudy] fuck off

[readyplayergyv] :/ anyway idk it’s weird meeting ppl when i haven’t in a bit yk just kind of used to how things are rn

she raised her brows.

[bearycloudy] ur going on a date too???

[readyplayergyv] nooo my friend said ‘casual meetup’ 5000000 times so idk not a date ig

she stared at her phone wondering what the fuck a ‘casual meetup’ was.

[bearycloudy] so like a group thing?

[readyplayergyv] nope

she stared at her phone harder.

[bearycloudy] sounds liek a date then

[readyplayergyv] nahh just hanging out

[bearycloudy] so it’s a date and ur at least getting blown in the bathroom then, hearing you loud and clear

[readyplayergyv] such a dick

she grinned.

[bearycloudy] thanks - that’s a compliment from you

she watched him typing for a moment and was expecting a paragraph.

[readyplayergyv] you could at least say something nice

she pouted. there were certain times when she felt like she hurt his feelings - this was definitely one of those times.

[bearycloudy] you’ll have a nice time - she’ll be super pretty and smart and all that

[readyplayergyv] and she’ll blow me …ha ha

[bearycloudy] would it be terrible if you got blown??

[readyplayergyv] i told you i’m getting back out there not trying to score

she sighed.

[bearycloudy] okay okay okay ..fr you will have a nice time and pleasant convo and you’ll shake hands at the end and exchange phone numbers all v v cute and above board

[readyplayergyv] and then she blows me

[bearycloudy] nooo saving that for date number 2 and then by date 4 she will want ur children

[readyplayergyv] lwk hate u rn

[bearycloudy] ^^ no u don’t i’m ur fav gaming friend at least online i’m sure you have irl ppl who are cooler

[readyplayergyv] maybe but ur more fun always unhinged too

she laughed because she couldn’t deny that. she was unhinged when they were playing.

she checked the time and groaned. she had to leave. she swapped apps and booked a rideshare. she was more and more nervous.

[bearycloudy] what if it’s super weird and i hate it

[readyplayergyv] so that’s the thing ur actually worried about

[bearycloudy] shhhh i support you and your future filled with a million babies

[readyplayergyv] if it’s weird get a friend to call or text so you can duck out

[bearycloudy] all my friends think this is a gret idea tho

[readyplayergyv] u could ask me not liek this app doesn’t have a call feature

she chewed her lip lightly. she knew about the call feature. they used it fairly often. sometimes for gaming, sometimes while they were studying and needed to focus - something about knowing he was on the other end of her phone, wherever in the world, made it easier for her to focus. it was probably way too easy to call him.

[bearycloudy] yea but you’ll be busy falling in luvvvv or whatever

[readyplayergyv] u can always call me

she saw her car was approaching. she grabbed her bag and dashed out to meet it. once she was in the backseat and on her way, she sent him a quick message.

[bearycloudy] ok ok if i absolutely have to i’ll ask

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she knew where they were meeting, this cute place with good drinks, decent food, and ping-pong tables.

she had spent time picking out her outfit even. she hated that she was trying - it just made it feel more ominous than it already did. not to mention doing her makeup and shit she usually didn’t bother with normally. she was cute on a normal day too, but there was just that little bit of fluttering in her stomach that made her want to dress up a bit. maybe she would meet someone she liked.

she waited outside - they were supposed to meet under the lighted tree. but as she walked towards it, she saw who was standing under it.

she was instantly irritated. because really her friends were fucking demonic.

mingyu.

kim. mingyu.

she would rather walk into oncoming traffic.

which he seemed to notice since he jogged over to her. smiling. he was smiling - like this was some happy occasion.

“hey,” he said, still smiling, although it was starting to falter.

she stared at him for a moment before talking.

“so who’s idea was this?” she tried to sound calm. there were people around them, and she hated drawing attention.

she watched him start to fidget with the sleeve of his light-knit sweater. “mine,” he responded, like it were all normal.

she grimaced, “yours?” she said in total shock.

he nodded, watching her closely.

she laughed, “okay, anyway, great joke - i’m going to leave now - this is - this is not happening,” she said, her mind flying in a thousand directions.

they had had too many classes together. he was always a dick. he always critiqued her answers or made a point of showing off that ‘actually’ he was more informed. she had once cried in the bathroom between classes because it was so overwhelming to have someone always pointing out how she was misinterpreting or misunderstanding or was just fucking stupid.

but this was beyond anything she could have imagined. she felt like she was vibrating with anger - at him - at her friends.

and then he stepped closer. “please hear me out - just like five minutes, and if you still hate me, just go home and forget about it,” he whispered, everything about him seemed to be pleading with her.

she glanced around and shrugged. “fine,” she groaned. she pulled out her phone and set a timer - five minutes. that was it.

she followed him over to a bench, so they were at least away from the small group outside the restaurant.

“i know we don’t get along well in person,” he paused, looking worried, “i know you don’t like me in class or at parties or just in passing,” he trailed off. he was staring at the ground like it held the answer to whatever was wrong with him and his mushy brain.

he finally looked up at her, “your bearycloudy and i’m”—

she smacked him. she couldn’t help it. she needed him to shut up.

it wasn’t a full-out, open-palmed slap, but it made him pause and rub his cheek.

“so, i thought this would go differently because at least online we’re - we were friends, probably not anymore, though, i’m guessing,” he glanced at her, still rubbing his cheek.

“this is the worst idea,” she started, and she saw his face fall. and it made her feel the same way it had earlier when she knew she had hurt his feelings. she took a deep breath. she didn’t like hurting his feelings, even if he was an absolute idiot.

“we’re in public, and you’re telling me something that’s kind of a big deal,” she whispered tersely, “what were you thinking?” she hissed.

he still looked miserable. “i - how much i like you, all the time we spend chatting and talking, and when i saw your phone a few weeks ago, i knew i had to at least tell you,” he said softly.

he was right about one thing - she was glad he had told her. but still. she closed her eyes tightly, “just - you thought this was going to go well?”

he shrugged, “we get along,”—

she cut him off. “yes, okay - yes - i admit that we get along online, but,” she paused, trying to find the right words - words that were less scathing, “mingyu, telling me out in public and thinking we’re just going to like get food and laugh over it,” she sighed.

she could literally see him wilting by the moment.

“okay, your five minutes in purgatory is up then,” he whispered.

she shook her head. “that’s not what i meant,” she sighed and glanced around, looking for a place that looked less busy, less loud. she spotted a cafe with outdoor seating that was fairly empty.

she grabbed his arm. “come on, doofus, let’s actually talk about this,” she mumbled as she pulled him along.

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the cafe was cute. she ordered coffee and a piece of cake. he paid. she didn’t even offer - she deserved cake just for the stupid way he handled this.

they sat outside. she ate a few bites of cake, watching people pass by, listening to the sounds of cars and people - all just perfectly in the distance.

she finally glanced at him. “first, you have to prove it - you have to prove we’ve been talking and this isn’t a prank.”

he stared at her, looking perturbed, and even though he was shaking his head, he opened his phone and handed it to her. and there was their running conversation. she flicked through it, sighing quietly. “fuck,” she exhaled. because there it was - there was every late night and early morning and whatever in between - their constant dialogue on any given day.

she kept scrolling like it was going to disappear, “how long have you known?” she glanced up at him.

“a few weeks - i didn’t know how to tell you - it’s not like it would just come up naturally,” he murmured.

and it hit her how easily she recognized his voice. she had been gaming with him for - and her mind blanked. she ran a hand through her hair. they had been gaming since they were freshman. she stared out towards the street lights. they were in grad school. she had been gaming with her nemesis for a solid four years. at first, it was more like they were in the same group, but then they kept breaking off to the side.

she glanced at him. he looked miserable. they had stayed up all night before gaming and chatting and talking. she knew about all his exams. stuff about his family that he randomly mentioned.

“were you surprised?” she asked.

he nodded, staring at his coffee cup. “yeah, i mean, the more i thought about some things, it made sense - like that we always seemed to be studying for exams at the same time.” he glanced at her. “and then i just felt guilty that i knew, but i’m so used to talking to you,” he trailed off.

she bit her lip gently, “and we talk like every day.”

he nodded.

she exhaled loudly, “okay, so now we know.”

he nodded again. he still looked miserable.

she stood up. he looked up at her immediately, lips slightly parted. cute, she thought. so cute.

“let’s go drink - there’s a good bar place like a block over,” she sighed.

she didn’t exactly wait for him to catch up, but she knew he would - he was like a foot taller than her.

he fell into step with her easily. “so you aren’t just leaving?” he asked, his voice hesitant.

“no, because,” she groaned, “because if i do then we probably like drift apart and my gaming sucks and you know - gaming,” she mumbled under her breath, knowing it wasn’t about gaming. he was maybe her closest friend.

the place they went was this cute, hole in the wall, french place with amazing drinks and food. she went straight for the cocktails. he ordered a drink and food. she was on her third drink by the time the appetizers appeared. he was picking mains while she stole olives from his plate. she kept refreshing her drink whenever the waiter offered.

“is this you processing?”

she nodded. “yep, one hundred percent,” she smiled.

he watched her for a moment. “do you hate me?” he whispered.

she shook her head. “sometimes i wish we weren’t in the same program, but no - i don’t.”

he still watched her, “i like that we’re in the same program.”

she covered her mouth when she laughed, “why?”

“because i have to try a lot harder when you’re around.”

she grinned, “i’d love to know what it’s like when you’re just phoning it in.”

“i wish i could undo whatever i did,” he blushed as he spoke.

she felt his fingers brush against hers. she didn’t pull away; instead, she turned her hand over, offering it to him. she felt his fingertips trace the length of her fingers.

“i love how slender your fingers are,” he whispered.

she nodded, “we should just fuck.”

his gaze snapped to hers, “what?”

she nodded, “yeah, we have crushes and whatever, we should just fuck it out, see what happens - then maybe we can try a cute date.”

“you’re joking,” he whispered.

she shook her head, “no, i’m really not - we’re friends and things have, without either of us meaning for it to happen, things have gotten very weird, and if we don’t fix it, we’ll both be unhappy.”

“and how does that lead to ‘we should fuck’?” he asked.

she shrugged, “it’s an obvious choice - physical closeness - releases endorphins, yada, yada, maybe it’s fun even - reduces anxiety.”

“fuck, you’re serious - you’ve been sitting there, thinking this over,” he whined.

“tell me i’m wrong - give me one reason,” she whispered, challenging him.

ˋ°•*⁀➷

they went to his since it was closer.

they drank more there. she was glad she wore cute underwear, especially with the way he was manhandling her. he undressed her and picked her up, carrying her over to his sofa and dropping her gently.

she was surprised when he was kneeling in front of her, kissing her inner thighs as he spread them farther and farther apart. and when he pulled her panties off in one swift motion, she was sure that little move was enough to make her wet. but then he was eating her, working his tongue deep inside her, his nose brushing her clit.

he replaced his tongue with his fingers, “you’re so tight,” he murmured.

“so work me open,” she whispered.

“don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled against her clit.

“come on, don’t you love the idea of wrecking my little, tight pussy with your big dick?”

he glanced up at her, smiling and sucking hard on her clit, teasing it with his tongue. he pulled back, though, giving her pussy a smack. she grinned at the feeling.

he leaned over her, kissing her. “you’re so little compared to me,” he smiled, tracing a finger along her jaw.

she smiled, nodding. “and you’re going to give me every bit of your dick, aren’t you?”

he nodded.

“promise?”

he nodded again, “promise, sweetheart,” he kissed her gently, “i’ll make you take every inch,” he smiled, smoothing her hair back from her face.

she hummed softly as they kissed - as the head of his cock started to tease her open. he was slow at first, working his hips gently.

“fuck just give it to me, gyu” she moaned.

and he did. it only took one quick motion for him to be buried inside her. her nails scraped over his shoulders and down his broad chest.

“feel good?” he asked.

she nodded, already feeling like she was floating, “fuck me like i’m a toy - your little doll,” she mumbled, her nails leaving little half-moon indents on his chest before she dropped her hands, letting her limbs feel limp. he fucked into her recklessly, just like she asked for.

he flipped her over when he wanted, “my perfect doll,” he whispered as he pulled her back onto his cock, “taking me so well.”

she smiled softly as he pounded into her, every time, he was stretching her beyond anything she had tried before. even when she had once been brave and tried two dildos - he was still bigger.

and when he came - when she felt it dripping down her inner thighs, she was happy then - happy and full since he was quick to push it back inside her, his thick fingers replacing his cock, and filling her gently as he pushed his cum deep inside her, making sure it went all the way in. she quivered happily at the feeling.

he was kissing her softly, picking her up, and taking her to his room. he was good with aftercare. he cleaned her up and cuddled with her, making her feel safe and cared for.

she woke up slowly the next day, nuzzling close to him. even half awake, she could feel him petting her.

after a few minutes, he spoke. “you know i have a second controller and stuff, right?”

she grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his throat, “you want to play a quick round and get some food?”

she leaned up, looking at him. he nodded.

“more than anything,” he whispered.

she smiled and kissed him again.

a/n: ha uh like i said, i had thoughts - didn't know i would go into a doll kink, but mehh whatever - good thing they could get past their issues ^^

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planete777 · 2 years ago

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꒰ LEAF TAPES .:. LN4 ꒱

( lando norris x reader )

read part 2!

IN WHICH. a private twitter account gets leaked. it just so happens to contain lando and y/n's... debauchery.

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, smau, explicit content exposed without consent, twitter environment, lando is just....... lando, mentions of drug use (as per)

NOTE. first smau say what????? ofc it had to be about high!lando, subtly inspired by @lorarri's lewis fic. it was a rather spontaneous thought and hella indulgent so ofc irl, this wouldn't roll, but on planete777, it does. hopefully it makes sense... hehe. enjoy ppl, and remember, this is all for entertainment purposes!!!

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc for lando 🤍

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landonorris just posted on their story // yn_ln just posted on their story

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yn_ln

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user NOT ON IG AS WELL 😭

user as a person who doesn't have twitter, i think the 2nd pic is enough for me to know 😆

landonorris we look so hot -> yn_ln yes we do -> user do you guys need a third? i can bark? -> user 😭😭😭😭

landonorris getting horny again looking at this 🫠 -> user LANDO 😭 -> user making it 225 i see 😏 -> landonorris for sureee -> yn_ln come over then

user the HANDSSSSSSS

user if i starting smoking weed it's their fault idc

carlossainz55 i've seen enough already please -> user poor carlos 💀 -> user i really wonder how the drivers are rn seeing all of this online -> carlossainz55 horrified -> oscarpiastri terrified -> charlesleclerc shellshocked -> pierregasly astonished -> alexalbon traumatised -> georgerussell taken vastly aback -> landonorris you're welcome -> yn_ln what he said

maxfewtrell i can't believe this -> yn_ln you should've the moment lando said he wanted to make an of 🤷 -> landonorris ^^^

user idk if i want to have them or be them -> user REAL!!!

user when's the next episode coming out?? -> yn_ln soon dw

landonorris last slide is me everyday -> user we can see that bro -> user LMAO -> yn_ln my body is proof babe -> user 😭

#‧₊˚✩彡 planete.thinks: high!lando #lando norris fic #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris x y/n #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one x reader #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 smut #formula one #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1

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kots-kots · 6 months ago

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okay guys i finally locked in and drew the monster high au LOL

BIG THANKS TO SCRIBBLE FOR HELPING ME WITH THE SPECIES 😼

ummm basically. the jojos are werewolves and the dio is vampire. so classic vampire vs werewolf shit LOL

speedwagon is like a wereraccoon and erina is probably like a dryad!!!

the zeppelis are fish people bcuz hamon/ripple… ripple like water.. ahahaha yeah that’s so funny LOL Caesar was rlly inspired off of lagoona’s design cuz he’s strong like a sea monster but pretty like a nymph

suzi is an air nymph or an aurae so they’re pretty nature spirit gang. ofc I love suzi and caesar being big gossippers in au

DIO I FEEL LIKE is a big regina george type person with vanilla as his bodyguard, terence is kinda like Gretchen in the sense he knows HELLA secrets and rumors about everybody. TERENCE JS A SPHINX (thx scribble >_<) and vanilla ice is maybe a demon or a reaper??? something absolutely horrifying

They’re da dangerous three/other than the pillar men trio or the occasional ‘team food chain’ (aka diavolo-dio-kars clique)

MAYBE THE VILLAINS HAVE THEIR OCCASIONAL TEAMUPS OR BEEF WITH EACH OTHER. they either hate each other or are chill it depends on the day

AND GORGON KAKYOIN

I was thinking he can just turn people into stone or he can use his scales like projectiles like. emerald splash ig…

BUT UM yeah lots of ideas still in mind just what i have drawn so far hehe 😼

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rueclfer · 8 months ago

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heyy there can i request some more touya headcannons? i really enjoy your way of picturing him because it’s just so canon and he’s kinda a lovely dick y’know. whatever comes to ur mind. thank u so much!!

weelll since you gave me so much freedom here r some touya as a housemate hcs ANNDD a moodboard bc i enjoy the visualization <3 since we talked abt this the other day too !! (i yapped so hard here sry sry this is so indulgent)

bakugou's and sero's version too hehe

housemates // touya todoroki

touya hates the idea of living with a complete stranger or one of his siblings, so what other option does he have other than forcing his best friend (crush) on a lease with him?

the newfound freedom definitely puts him on his ass for a few weeks. barely sleeps. eats like shit. trash is scattered everywhere. several unpacked boxes. it stays like this until fuyumi comes over to check our the place and gives you two a hard scolding to get your shit together.

more often than not, you'd end up waking up on the couch with your legs sprawled out across his lap and his upper half leaned over the couch arm rest in deep sleep. staying up so late was probably one of his favorite things about living together. being able to talk as loud as you wanted, watch movies late into the night, look over the city from your balcony- he found solitude in existing with you.

if he wasn't already codependent before moving in together, just know his ass will be GLUED TO YOU. you'd be doing work in your room and he'd barge in and flop down on your bed without a word. maybe he'd gotten a bit too comfortable.

if he's feeling extra annoying that day, he'd bring in his guitar and amp and keep asking you to rate his riffs until you entirely give up on work and give him some attention.

is it obvious his love language is quality time? not only that, gift giving too. he's like a fucking crow.

"look what i found. it's a rock. for you."

makes him soooo giddy to see your display of the rocks, feathers, and dried up flowers he picked up for you on his walk. sometimes you'd come home and there'd be a new addition to the ever growing collection.

ofc you'd return the energy in a different way. touya will not cook for himself. ever. he eats like shit as an internal rebellion against the healthy diet he was forced upon as a kid, but you will not allow that boy to rot himself from the inside out!! he can expect several tupperwares of portioned out meals with notes attached to the lids if you know he'd be home all day by himself.

"to t <3. if you don't eat every last bite i'll find out and it'll hurt my feelings and i might combust into flames or something idk don't risk it!"

i can also imagine him holding back tears whenever you ever come into his room to hand him a bowl of cut up fruit. the first time you do it he'd be speechless like jaw dropped taken aback. has he ever felt love like this??? i think not.

despite all of the kind gestures, he's still touya todoroki. hides your keys if you annoyed him that morning by rushing him in the bathroom and makes you a few minutes late to class/work. chronic door slammer. pisses with the door wide open. no sense of privacy and do not gaf to knock. always locking himself out -> i feel strongly about this like imagine coming home after a long day and he's sitting out in the hallway with a pouty face waiting for you hehehe.

i don't think he'd realize this crush until a few months after you've moved in together. how could he when you two practically already act and bicker like an old married couple?

yes- peanut butter belongs in the fridge. no- it doesn't. stop leaving your socks everywhere. you forget to flush again. stop slamming the doors. you ate my chips, didn't you? don't lie. did you really need to put the mugs up that high? (he does it on purpose, and tightens the lid to every jar too.)

it wasn't until one late evening when he comes home to find you frantically mixing a doughy substance in a large metal bowl. you never bake, but you have your own oven now, so why not?

"god, finally. help me, my arms hurt." you groan, shoving the bowl in his hands. "i think i fucked up."

he sees the hurricane aftermath of your kitchen- flour everywhere, egg shells left on the counter, every single jar imaginable opened and scattered around. he could be teasing you about the mess, but god you looked so beautiful with that stupid wrinkle in between your eyebrows as you read over the recipe, and the streaks of flour across your pant leg from wiping your hands, and the way you swipe away the stray pieces of hair falling in your face with the back of your hand- oh fuck.

he thinks he's falling in love with you.

he swallows it, but he starts acting kinda weird around the apartment.

like he's.... avoiding you?

living with his best friend whom he just so happens to develop a crush for, would eat him alive. he locks himself in his room and chain smoke out his window while he's stressing the fuck out. he told you he'd stop smoking, but he's sure you'd understand the need for it right now. he hopes you can't smell it.

i also think he'd be a stress cleaner lmaaoo he cannot sit still with his thoughts for too long, so the headphones are ON and blasting and he'll definitely use that as a scapegoat + the loud ass vacuum for ignoring you if you try to talk to him while he's on this cleaning frenzy.

you think he's sick LMAO imagine the pain he feels when you come knocking on his door and calling out that you're leaving a bowl of soup and cough medicine outside his door for him. he doesn't tell you that yeah he's sick but *not in that way*

lovesick. that boy is lovesick!!!!!!

how do you avoid your housemate while you figure out how to control your feelings?

he confesses via note that he leaves on the kitchen counter. really simple tbh nothing too extravagant, but he signs off by telling you that he's staying crashing at fuyumi's for a couple days.

you text him a string of obscenities to get his ass back home and he does (he's scared of you).

he CAANNOOTT talk about his feelings in an adult way. he is sitting on the complete opposite side of the couch, twiddling his thumbs, and staring down at his feet like a child while you reread his confession note out loud to him. you find his discomfort hilarious but endearing. he finds you unbearably insufferable.

jesus the amount of times in that apartment where he would storm off to his room whenever you two got in an argument or you pissed him off...old habits die hard, you guess, because this isn't the todoroki household anymore and you aren't scared to lose that deposit and kick a door down.

once you corner him and get him to open up about his feelings the air in the room suddenly shift!! the clouds are clearing and the sun is shining woooowww look at what good communication can do.

sharing an apartment with your BOYFRIEND is no different than sharing one with your best friend. i think he'd like to keep your separate bedrooms to have your own space, but you'll rarely sleep apart.

so! many! new! traditions!

helping him dye his hair on the first saturday of every month. biweekly horror movie marathons. counting the communal piggy bank ever couple months. trying new takeout spots until you find THE spot for every category- chinese, pizza, ramen, etc etc.

and finally, an everlasting mark on your first apartment together: a small carved out heart around your initials left on the inner corner of a kitchen cabinet done with his pocket knife on a random weekday evening while you two are cooking dinner together.

touya tag: @moonchild701 @kaldurahms-lover @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 @ggriwm

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pomefioredove · 11 months ago

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hello hello! i see that the headcanon requests are open, so i have arrived 🐺🐺 i'd like to request the housewardens + chenya, neige and ortho with a reader that's mute! i feel like this would be an interesting thing to go off of. feel free to write it as something reader gained after a certain event, or as an illness that they were born with. platonic would be great, but i think romantic would be absolutely adorable too (minus ortho obviously) so go wild, do whatever you want >:) if this is fine for you to write of course!! love your writing, youre my favourite blog on tumblr hehe (runs away)

thank you so much!! and ofc ofc. I'm writing this based off my own experiences with being semiverbal so if I get something wrong,,, that's on me 😔

summary: nonspeaking reader type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, che'nya, leona, azul, kalim, vil, neige, idia, ortho (platonic), malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

I think Riddle is more adaptive than others give him credit for

it's not like there's any rule about not speaking

(and if there was, he would make an exception for you. he's not completely unreasonable)

I can see him learning sign language with you

and if that's not your thing, he'll figure something else out

he's a fast learner, after all

and he wants to make you comfortable, too. not that he'd ever outright admit it...

(obvious favoritism)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Che'nya is always quick on his feet

or... on air?

anyway

that means that he isn't one to let the absence of conversation stop him from his usual mischief

and he does love charades...

it's almost like he can read your thoughts. or your... hands? expressions?

whenever someone is giving you a hard time, they miiight just end up talking back to a floating head

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Leona actually never really... brings it up

before he had the full story, he just figured you were shy around him

(which went straight to his head, of course)

so he was already used to it when he found out it's not something you can control

and... he treats you no different for it

he knows you're not stupid or rude just because you're not yapping all the time

and if anyone else gave you a hard time about it... they'd be answering to him

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

no worries with Azul

I mean, the guy can really do it all

sign language, pen and paper, text-to-speech, body language...

he's rather adaptable, and, trust me, being unable or unwilling to speak won't stop him

the offer to give you the voice of a beautiful singer is still on the table... but he can't blame you for not taking the deal

of course

in the meantime, you can come to him for anything and he'll help you out

on the house <3

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Kalim's heart is in the right place

is he disappointed you won't be able to talk and sing and cheer with him? a little

you're used to the disappointment, unfortunately

but he doesn't give up so easily

or... at all

no singing? he's handing you an instrument

no talking? no problem, he knows you're still listening!

no hummin, shouting, cheering? he can make enough noise for the both of you

he makes sure you're included in everything

very sweet

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Vil has high expectations, but he isn't unreasonable

if you can't talk, you can't talk, and that's final

that doesn't excuse you from everything else in his strict regimen, though

what may be a weakness to others is a strength to him

you can improve yourself tenfold by focusing on what you can do rather than what you can't

writing, dancing, music...

however you choose to express yourself, he's very supportive

much like Kalim, he includes you in every conversation, every decision, every yes/no question

he's pretty great

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Neige! Neige is a sweetie

I like to think of Neige as someone who's actually quite timid in person, despite his career

it's probably your quietness that draws him to you in the first place

he is so very supportive

he's the kind of introvert to suddenly become extroverted when someone needs help

"excuse me, they asked for no pickles" type of guy

he'll hold your hand through everything if you need it, and remain by your side if you don't

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Ortho and Idia are probably the best people to have on your side

Idia just feels so much more... comfortable around you, since he struggles with speaking, himself

he'll let you use his tablet if you need it to speak

...and then he'll get you one of your own, so he doesn't have a heart attack when you accidentally switch tabs

he'll even program a custom voice or two for you

Ortho is a walking translator for you

with a database full of information on body language and expression, he can determine your emotional state in a single glance

he's happy to help in any way he can, of course!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

at some point, Malleus needs a shirt that says "#1 Prefect Defender"

you haven't said a single word to him but if anything happened to you he would curse everyone in this room and then himself

(he means well, I promise)

he's never minded, nor questioned your silence

certain fae communicate through lights or movement rather than sound, so it isn't even anything strange to him

you fit right in at Diasomnia

and you're welcome to stay here for as long as you please

(hint hint)

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #queued #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #che'nya x reader #neige leblanche x reader

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iqxatlantic · 5 months ago

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"move baby, move baby, i'm in love"

ft. yukimiya kenyu . ooc! yukimiya ? . implied fem! reader . kinda insecure! reader. yuki's a model ofc he has a roster . sappy high school love . she fell first / he fell harder n she did too ahh trope . miscommunication at first . confessions . hangout/date thing . fluff ? . unreliable narrator . drabble

wc: 1.0k

synopsis: being madly in love with the model and soccer player, yukimiya kenyu, you knew you stood no chance with all the other pretty girls. little did you know, you were the most perfect n pretty girl in yukimiya's eyes. (hell his vision is really good so yk u the shit hehe <3)

your gaze on him never faltered. your lips parted as you admired the man. his tall, slim but lightly toned build... god his figure was so perfect! his originally brown, well groomed and straight hair was undone into a wilder n messier style.

you swore your heart skipped a beat when the match ended he took off his windproof glasses. ooh, those gorgeous orange eyes... STARING RIGHT AT YOU?!

you looked around making sure. he waved. before you could wave back another girl wave at him. he kept his smile on. yukimiya knew damn well that wave wasn't for her but, he's far too kind to give her an expression of ignorance.

you frowned a little as you got your hopes up high. the whole soccer match had ended. soranin high school had won 3-2. barely... but, yukimiya scored the last goal! everyone was cheering. as everyone left the bleachers, a ton of girls ran towards yukimiya to congratulate him, showering him in with gifts, etc.

you stood there for a little while before getting tugged away from your friends. "if you keep staring at him i swear t'god he gonna find out." one of them grumbled. "you're cute n all but do you see that damn roster?!" another one chimed in. "[name], you don't have a chance i'm sorry..!"

you didn't consider your friends wrong but its better to try than not. "jus' a minute." you mumbled as you pulled out a small gift. it was a silly little blueberry keychain. your friends look at you with a " you serious right now..?" expression.

to be fair, you did do lots of information sapping and found out one of his favourite foods were blueberries.. once the whole roster died down your friends pushed you towards him. "kenyu, she has something for you!" they giggled. you shoved your arms forward, showing the keychain. yukimiya smiled as he took it. "thank you, [name]."

oh you were going CRAZYYYY. it's been a while since you and yukimiya's been talking. texting everyday, all of the above. everything seemed to be pulling you two closer, shit seemed too good. 'f course something had to happen.

sitting in class, all you could daydream about was seeing yukimiya. your friends poked at you, "thinking about him again?" they smiled. "y'know he's doin' a lot! he cares so much about his vision yet he's always on his phone for you."

you couldn't help but feel a little flushed as the bell rang for everyone to pack up and LEAVE. as you swung your backpack onto your shoulder you walked out of class with your friends. walking past the soccer field to catch a glimpse of the man.

and you did! just with another girl however. who was a little touchy. a little too touchy for your liking. you couldn't help but form a frown. shit, the girl was gorgeous... she was laughing lots with him. that checks off one box of his type.

he spotted you (the boy has hella good sight ok..) attempting to wave, you've already left. you couldn't lie you were a little gloomy... juuus a little gloomy (lies LOL. you were really freaking gloomy.)

you sulked in your bedroom. you received a text, checking it immediately.

"kenyu <3: [name]? can u come outside :( soccer field? [name] please"

you rolled your eyes at the notification. i mean you were all ready for bed there's no way you'd be at the school soccer field at this time of the night! it would be such a hassle.

you stood at the side of the field. staring at the beautiful model in front of you. "hi kenyu." you mumbled kinda bitterly. how cliché. the moon was shining so brightly at dusk. the wind blew, disheveling yukimiya's nicely groomed hair.

"are you mad at the fact i was talking with another girl?" he smiled, jokingly. you shot him a look, one that shut him up and humbled him immediately.

switching from his playful manner he softened a little. "[name], that shouldn't matter y'know that right?" are you supposed to confess..? like the hell does he want from you?!

you rolled your eyes as you accidentally ran your mouth, "well it matters cause i like you." your eyes widened as you covered your mouth. shiiit. you n not knowing how to keep your mouth shut sometimes.. no matter how smart or a little dumb you were. running your mouth was jus always there i guess.

his orange eyes which were illuminated by the moon's glow widened a little. he let out a soft giggle, shaking his head as he took off his glasses.

"hell, i'd never expected you out of all people to like me." he laughed playfully. you wanted to punch his bitchass likable and charismatic ass... god.. "i like you too, [name]." you felt your jaw drop. (maybe it actually did LOL)

"there's no way- a tall gorgeous model n soccer player like you couldn't... kenyu yukimiya, raise your damn standards! if you care so much about your sight hell happened when you started liking me-" your rambling was quickly stopped as he bent slightly to your level, finger on your lip.

"because my eye sight is immaculate, that's why i've chosen to like you out of everyone." he began. "you radiate a type of energy i can't explain. you're breathtaking. even if you don't think so. [name]. you're perfect. just because you don't fit the standards of my type, doesn't mean i can't develop feelings for you."

yukimiya kept yapping. you cringed a little, wanting him to shut up, you pulled him into a kiss. what the hell. your inexperienced tongues dancing with each other. he bit your lower lip before pulling away.

a smile crawled onto his lips. "knew you were inexperienced, but never knew you were that inexperienced." he teased. holy shit the things you'd do to actually strike his face the way he would to a soccer ball..

before you could open your mouth you were embraced into a tight hug. "i actually like you a lot [name]. you're such an interesting character, i love you." he mumbled. is this guy being serious? whatever. you'll complain tomorrow.

hugging back, you two had a moment. oh, the things yukimiya would do for you to see yourself the way he'd saw you. like or love couldn't explain the vast amount of feelings he had for you. <3

a/n : good god this fic made me tweak so bad holy shaaat... i have like 1000 exams to study for and im doing this... peak responsibility <3 i wrte it for my pookies and god... sorry if its super cringe this is v v cliche i knoww :( yukimiya is not a character i can write well about HAHA hopefully ys enjoyed.. TT sorry if u wouldn't act like this, i too lose it when the fic does smth i personally wouldnt do but BEAR W ME PLS </3 bummy english and plot once more im sorryyy reminder that english is not my first lng... TT

mentions!: @hyacinthssslove, @wisteriasfallingforyou

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