#back again with my 12am posting

[thats-how-i-like-it]

you get me so high (the neighborhood) – stancest edit!

[kaidabakugou]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[cloud-the-forgotten]

Waow it's almost 6am :0

[rat6ix]

Proxy.

Ticci toby x proxy!reader

Wc: 1.8k

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Summary: Toby finds out your secret and now you have to make sure he doesn’t run his mouth to his friends.

Warnings: smut (wow, so surprising), sub toby, reader is mean, Toby lowkey scared of reader, Tobys also a proxy, reader doesn’t want anyone in the slender mansion to know who they are under their mask, reader doesn’t live in the slender mansion, knife stuff, reader and Toby went to the same school ,full fic version of my last ticci toby post sorta not really but in the ways that count.

Recently you’ve been seeing someone in the woods by your house. You already knew who it was, an old friend from school. That was the only other person you’d ever heard of called “ticci toby”, It did the take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. You always made sure you knew when he was going to be there, learning his schedule the first few days he started showing up, after all you had your own work to do. Right now you were sitting on your couch, beetlejuice playing in the background as you stared back at Toby from the living room window, a disinterested look on your face. 12am sharp was when he headed back to what you could only guess to be the slender mansion.

You had been there a few times but not long enough for anybody but Ej and slenderman himself to see you. You and Ej were acquaintances, the only one you liked well enough to actually greet whenever you stopped by. He was quiet and didn’t ask questions, the last thing you needed was a nosy fuck in your business. Sometimes you’d bring him the kidneys of your last job if he was lucky, that wasnt very often; they were usually damaged from your attacks anyways. As soon as you were sure he was far enough away from your house you made your way to your room, throwing on a pair of jeans —flared at the bottom so you didnt need to worry about how your boots would fit.

you kept your faded band t-shirt on and threw your old bloodstained jacket from Highschool on. Reaching under your bed you found the box you were oh so familiar with, opening it to find your mask, it was cracked at the bottom and missing a piece over your right eye. You wasted no time putting it on and making your way to where you needed to be, hoping you wouldn’t bump into Toby or anyone else on the way. Slendermans command fresh in your mind as you locked the door behind you, putting your keys under the porcelain plant pot behind of your house so you wouldn’t lose them.

By the time you finished the job and made your way back to your house it was around 3am and you were out of breath and covered in blood, it was caked under your fingernails and no doubt stuck in your hair covering your already blood caked jacket. Your mask was quickly discarded on the coffee table and you stripped yourself of your clothing on your way to your bathroom, making a mental note to clean up before you went to bed. Making sure no more blood came off of you was your number one priority, not wanting to deal with any stains on your bedroom carpet or bed sheets.

Soon enough you were done and dressed making your way back to where you’d left your clothes and mask, putting your jeans in the washer as well as your shirt. You didnt bother with your jacket, knowing it would just get dirty again you threw it on a hanger in your closet. You returned the mask to the box under your bed before deciding to get the beetlejuice vhs tape from your living room tv so you could fall asleep to it. Making sure you grabbed a glass of water on your way back you took your pills and tucked yourself in, making sure you put the now half empty glass of water on your nightstand just in case.

The next day you were expecting Toby’s stalking to continue but a knock on the door snapped your gaze away from his usual window. You stood up, throwing your blanket off your lap and pausing saw (2004) on your tv. You opened the door, not as surprised when you realized it was toby, missing his usual goggles and muzzle as well as his jacket. Only a black turtle neck covered him, you guessed it didn’t matter what he wore he couldn’t feel the cold anyways.

��What brings you here Toby?” You asked, moving out of the door way to let him in.

“Oh i was just in the- the area and i wanted to see if you wanted to han- to hang out.” His words were cut off by the occasional tic causing him to have to restart a couple words.

You nodded with disinterest before making your way back to your spot on the couch waving for him to follow you. He was picking at his fingers the same way he used to in Highschool, seems like people don’t really change. He used to get blood all over his desk at least once a week you just hoped he didnt do the same with your couch. You pressed play on the remote, Amanda’s cry’s filling the room as she escaped from the reverse bear trap. You got about 20 more minutes into the movie before Toby spoke up.

“Do you have a bath— bathroom?” He questioned, looking over to your focused face.

You gestured down the hall not looking away from the tv, you could tell he nodded before making his way down the hall and He really was going to go to the bathroom but your bedroom door was open and he couldn’t help himself. It had been more than 10 minutes before you realized he was still gone, your face scrunching up in confusion as you paused the tv and got up. You footsteps were quiet, you’d memorized every creaky floorboard in your house for thoes nights with the splitting headaches where even a pin drop sounded like a jackhammer. When you made your way into your room you noticed Toby was hunched over something, a box, your box.

“What the fuck are you doing.” You tried to keep yourself from raising your voice, fists clenched at your sides.

He gasped and dropped the box, turning around trying to come up with something but only gibberish coming out. You started to cross the distance between the both of you, toby scrambling to get his goggles and muzzle out of his pockets. Your face dropped once you realized what was in his hand before a humorous expression crossed your face for a split second.

“What? You thought i didn’t know?” You almost laughed at the stupid expression on his face.

“It doesn’t take a fucking genius ‘ticci toby’.” You finally closed the distance grabbing him by the front of his turtleneck and pulling him up off the ground before pushing him backward onto your bed

His eyes widened as he fell back, looking up at you with slight fear now that he knew what you did,what you were capable of. You’d been a proxy longer than him, you had disappeared a year before him but he thought you might’ve just switched schools. He’d only heard whispers about your work around the mansion, Nobody knew who you were except slenderman and Ej but Ej refused to tell him anything and he only “talked” to slenderman when it came to jobs. To say he was surprised to learn who you really were was an understatement, his hands twitching as you crawled onto of him.

“So heres whats gonna happen, im gonna fuck your brains out and you’re not gonna tell any of your little proxy friends who I am, right?” You smiled —albeit unsettlingly—, your hands sliding under his sweater.

He nodded profusely, his hands moving up so you could successfully take his turtleneck off before sitting up. your hands moved down to unbutton his jeans, the metal digging into your finger. You felt his hands tug at the bottom of your shirt, asking for permission to take it off; you only nodded as confirmation before moving your own arms up. You backed off of him for a moment to pull your pants and underwear down, Toby must’ve gotten the idea as his pants and underwear around his ankles by the time you returned your attention to him and reclaimed your spot on his lap.

A small smirk finding itself on your face as you stroked his cock, a whine leaving his mouth every time you reached the tip. You decide to torture him a bit, focusing on solely the tip just to tease. His thighs tensed under you and his whines got louder, obviously affected by your teasing. After a bit more teasing you decided you were too impatient, taking no time to move further up his lap to slide his cock into you. His neck twitched as well as his hands as you rode his cock a strangled noise pushing its way out of his throat. His hands found their place on your hips, Toby not realizing how hard he was squeezing you worried he was going to leave marks.

“Are you sure..I can’t at least tell—“ he tried to ask but before he could finish you’d gotten the pocket knife from under your pillow and held it to his neck.

“Toby, if you tell anyone i swear i will find you and slit your throat in front of everyone at the slender mansion.” You growled, pushing the knife close to his neck.

He swallowed and nodded babbling out useless words of understanding, neck getting nicked by the knife slightly ad he moved, a bead of blood gathering on the wound. You put the knife on your bedside table, still unsheathed just incase you might need it again. Leaning down you put your mouth to his neck, sucking the blood off his neck as he moaned. You continued fucking him, his noises of desperation and encouragement bringing a sadistic smile to your face as you thought of kicking him out and making him walk back to the mansion with a boner.

It didn’t take long for him to get close to finishing, the knife stunt from earlier clearly excited him. His moans got higher in pitch as he got closer, his nails dug into you with a new found sense of purpose. You could feel him forcing your hips up and down every time you slid yourself on his cock, you couldn’t help but dig your own nails into him —not that he minded. You could tell he was going to cum soon, if the high pitched moans werent a good enough sign his erratic twitching was. His fingers twitched against your skin making him loosen his grip on your hips only to tighten them back up as he came, bucking his hips into you. You let out a groan as you came, riding out your high before sliding off him and laying down to his left.

“Am i allowed to stay—stay here or should i leave.” Toby whispered from beside you, looking in your direction.

“I don’t care what you do.” You answered honestly, getting up to make your way to the shower, missing Tobys smile as he got up to join you.

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Belongs to rat6ix

[whrfchnn]

୨⎯ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐨𝐰-𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⛧

Pairing : Bangchan x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings : 18+ !! CNC, videotaping, somnophilia, established relationship, reader is under a consented medical induced sleep, daddy kink, using readers hand to jerk off, praise, name calling (princess to whore), breeding kink, not proofread, uhh lmk if I missed anything.

Mona’s notes : In honor of my man’s birthday and my blog turning one year old today, here’s a fic I put together last minute. Please heed my warnings, this fic may be dark and sensitive to some, I have two other birthday fics for Chan that I’ll post later but just an fyi, one of them is dark and the other is just fluff! I hope you enjoyed this fic, reblogs are appreciated <3

He couldn’t sleep, he was counting down the seconds until the clock on the nightstand hit 12am. Bangchan knew as soon as it did, you were his. Your body was his to play with for the day. It was his birthday after all, and you generously gave him the go to do whatever he wanted. This has been a tradition between you two for the past 3 years, not just on his birthday, but yours too.

Every year on your respective birthdays, for 24 hours, the celebrated individual was allowed to have their way with the other. Where ever, when ever, and how ever. And the other couldn’t say no. Chan, the cheeky bastard that he was, loves to videotape these activities so he can look back on them and plan for next year’s to be just as good if not better.

You were under a sleep induced medication so there was no way you’d wake up to his hands stroking your clit, or his dick smearing his cum onto your lips.

So as soon as the clock illuminated the bright red 12am, his hands were on you.

He took his time, he had 24 hours after all, his hand glided over your stomach, gripping your bundles of joy with love and devotion. His sweet pouty lips were laying wet desperate kisses behind your ear, whispering sweet nothings that flew past your unconscious self but were picked up by the camera at the foot of the bed.

The thin silk nightgown you were wearing complimented the dips in your body, with nothing underneath, Chan's hips desperately rubbed against your ass, some of his precum smearing onto your lower back. Another perk that came with sleeping naked.

His hands went from your stomach down to cup your cunt, even in your sleep you were wet. The sweet sounds from your pussy only got louder the longer he played with you, his finger doing tight circles on your clit, dragging his hand lower to your opening, slipping his middle and ring finger in just a bit to hear that sweet squelch before going back to your clit and repeating this action again. “So wet and perfect for me aren’t ya pretty girl”

He put the same two fingers he used to play with you into his mouth, tasting your delicious essence that only made his dick throb harder, “And so fucking tasty, all for daddy right? Yeah, it’s all for me”

Chan took hold of your wrist, and positioned your hands to wrap around his dick, he tightened your grip on him and mimicked your movements as if you were giving him a handjob. His hips lifted off the bed in a desperate thrust each time you reached his sensitive tip. He has a high stamina but the build up to this special day was enough to have made him cum just a few strokes in. His warm cum oozed down to your hand, basically lathering them like lotion.

Chan laid your cum lathered hand on the bed and sat up on his knees near your head, his dick was still rock hard with his warm cum drilling from his tip which he put to use. He held your head in one hand while the other guided his dick to smear his cum on your lips as if it were lipgloss. “You’ll be tasting me for days princess”

He could just smell your arousal from up there so he positioned himself to lay flat between your legs, maneuvering your thick thighs around his shoulders so your legs were lying limp on his back.

Your breathing was heavy but still deep asleep, Chan internally praised those pills, you were like a doll he could play with right now, no complaints or sounds.

He was right, your pussy was glistening with arousal, he used his nose to nudge one of your lips apart, he could feel your warmth. Your clit throbbing to be touched and worshiped. Chan licked a big slow stripe from your hole all the way to your clit, swearing and moaning your name as he finally got to taste you.

His head followed with the movements of his tongue, eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt you throb against his mouth. His hips rutted the bed, cock still a bit sensitive from his previous orgasm. Chan’s hands were wrapped around your thigh in a way so he could easily reach down to your pussy to pull your lips apart and get even more access to your clit.

The man became cross eyed as you got nearer to your orgasm, his gaze going from your pussy to your chest that was rising and falling faster, he could feel your muscles tense and just as he expected, his mouth was soon filled with your cum, his own orgasm came a second later, his cum getting on his stomach and the bed.

“That’s my good girl yea, good job doll,” Chan’s veiny hands were full of your stomach, squeezing you along with his praises. His body shifted upwards, keeping your legs wrapped around his hips as he positioned his dick at your opening “can you give me one more? Of course you can, you’re just a doll made for me to play with aren’t you? My little whore”

Chan juiced up his dick with your wetness, and teased you by holding your pussy lips together to squeeze your clit and grind his dick over it repeatedly. You were dripping with remaining cum down to your ass and the bedsheets, slick lewd sounds filling the room along with chans soft groans.

Without using his hands, he lifted his hips closer, his tip nudging itself inside your pussy slowly and he watched as your pussy stretched to welcome him, your warm walls so tight it was basically suffocating him and he wanted more. He bottomed out, your lower bodies pressed against each other as his head was tilted back in bliss.

He pulls out slowly, only leaving the head of his dick inside before pushing himself back in. Chan picked up the pace gradually, mesmerized at the sight of your soft stomach and boobs jiggling with every thrust he delivers.

If you were to be watching through the camera, you’d see his tensed muscular back, his hands feeling up on your thighs and hips. If you were to look lower, you’d see and hear his balls roughly smacking against your ass, cum from earlier stretching thin from your body and his with each thrust.

“Fuhckk baby..your pussy feels so good” chan was on the verge of crying, he let your legs go and leaned into you to intertwine your hands, his forehead on yours.

“ ‘m gonna fuck my babies into you, nice and full hmm? Would you like that? Yea you would”

He positioned one knee higher beside you to get even deeper inside of you, he could feel the bulge in your stomach each time he thrusted and it drove him crazy but he wanted you to cum first. He reached down with one hand to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

Chan smiled lazily into your cheek as he felt the tell tale signs of your orgasm approaching. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t let a tear escape his eyes as he felt you cum, even in your sleep you were amazing.

He fucked your through your orgasm, and followed quickly after you, his balls tightened as his thrusts became rigged. He didn’t pull out, a part of him wanted to go through with his promise of breeding you and getting you pregnant but he knew you’d kill him if he did it without you conscious.

The squelching sound that came from your pussy when he pulled out sent goosebumps over his body, he watched as his cum flowed out of you, down your ass and onto the sheets.

“One day I’ll make sure none of it will be wasted princess”

He kissed all over your face and cleaned you up, wiping away the dried cum from your lips and body. He was excited to see your reaction to the tape later on and film even more. After all, it’s his birthday and he had 24 hours to do whatever he wanted with you, wherever, and whenever.

Copyright © 2023 ta3baee ! All fanfics belong to me and only me, I don’t give permission for my work to be translated, published to another site, or copied.

[arbitrarykiwi]

heyyy can i request some nam-gyu fluff…or some maybe angst…😏😏😏

Illumoria

Illumoria- the realization that every person has hidden parts of themselves. a light they rarely share

I DID NAWT FORGET ABOUT YOU ANON! I had this cooking up since you sent it in and it literally just spiraled. This had me struggling in the best way possible. I’ve said before, angst is not my strong suit- I cannot do a cheating trope I’m too much of a ween. I don’t do well writing toxic relationships- again because I’m too much of a ween and a sucker for a happy endings. So getting this, angst to fluff?! Oh yeah we could work with that. 😏😏

I worked so, so hard so I could post this!! Today (30th) is my birthday and I worked mad hard this past week to get this finished so I could celebrate with y’all!! I wanted to give yall a wee gift. So enjoy this long ass request that turned into a full on one shot fic. 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Warnings: 18+ , drug dealing , slow burn , gun violence , physical violence (not committed by NG or reader) , small fight scene (bad drug deal) , more drug dealing , drug usage , did I say slow burn , mentions of sex , drug usage , roommate trope lmao , Nam-Gyu being a dick , Bonnie/clyde like trope , probably more , read at your own risk

Everyday you ask yourself why you answered a random ad on the web for a roommate. You know at the time it was because the rant was cheap and it was a close commute to your work- but now? Now, you doubt those small benefits make up for what you’re dealing with- your fuck ass roommate.

His name was Nam-Gyu. You didn’t accept the offer blindly, you looked him up to make sure he wasn’t some serial killer. You found his social media. He didn’t post a lot but you found out he was a club promoter at some club, enjoyed weed (based on the many pictures of it in his feed), and was friends with some purple haired rapper. He also wasn’t bad looking, he had strong features, longer hair and dark eyes.

So with all that combined and the looming threat of higher rent- you weighed your options and took your chances and responded to the ad.

It started out okay, you would hardly talk to each other. Your days seemed to work out to where when he was leaving for work, you were coming home; you two hardly crossed paths. Every so often when you’d be out late, your schedule shifting, you’d catch him in the kitchen or in the hallway- exchanging nods and glances of acknowledgment.

It started as little things, dishes in the sink that you knew you didn’t place or loud music that he’d play when he’d come home from work to shower at 4am- things that drove you mad but you gave him grace, working as a club promoter couldn’t be easy.

He also found himself getting irritated by you. He really hoped some laid back dude would answer his ad for a roommate- not some office working princess. You seemed so put together, like you had your life in order. You left at the same time, 6:15am to go to work, at your (what he presumed to be) an office job, and came home around 12am. And from the glimpses he’s caught of your room, you were organized. Maybe he shouldn’t hate you for redeeming qualities but the face you were so much better than him pissed him off.

He hated that he could smell your shampoo and body wash hours after you had ended your shower. He loathed how he could hear the switch in your ‘professional’ voice and your ‘regular’ voice through the walls when you’d switch from a work call to some other call. He despised how sometimes when you would cook he could smell it from his room (it smelled so fucking good but he would never admit it).

But as the months passed you two were the worst possible roommates. You and him never got along, always butted heads, and seemingly hated each other. You two couldn’t be more different from each other. Well…he seemed to hate you. He began to make your life a living hell (so in turn you had to hate him).

When you’d turn the heat down, waking up covered in sweat, he’d bust out of his room-some how hearing you click the thermostat and come out to yell at you about how he pays the most of the utilities (because he’s the one that racks it up the most). You not being a docile person always fought back. And he hated that.

When he would cook in the kitchen he would banish you from not only the kitchen but from the whole common area of the house. He’d say he hated that you’d watch him like some begging puppy. You could stay out in the living room but he would make it known he hated it with annoying, childish huffs and whispered insults under his breath. So you just resorted to going to your room.

When you would shower he would make it a habit to run his dirty clothes in the laundry, making sure that the shower water would run cold during your time in the bathroom. Nothing could replace the joy the sound of your squeak of surprise from down the hall would bring him when the washer would start- the water in the bathroom turning ice cold.

He hated how your music would clash with his through the walls as you did whatever you did in your room. You hated how he seemed to NEVER put his shoes by the front door where the shoe rack was but drop them somewhere in the middle of the apartment. He despised how you would come home making so much noise, those stupid fucking keychains jingling obnoxiously against your bag as you walked to your room. You hated how him and his stupid friends would stay up till 4-5am blasting shitty rap and railing lines.

It took a couple months for things to bubble over…but eventually you guys would argue. A snide comment on Nam-Gyu’s end here, a bitchy remark on your end there- and suddenly it ends with both your bedroom doors slamming.

There was also one time he stumbled into the apartment on something, what it was you never found out, but, he busted through the door- damn near taking it off the hinges. You remembered you nearly jumped out of your skin at the time, practically choking on the cup noodles you were eating in the kitchen. “You know how to use a door right?” You harmlessly joke, it was lighthearted…okay, maybe it was definitely sarcastic and ended with a scoff but it wasn’t hostile!

“Who the fuck are you talking to, bitch?” He snarls at you from the door as he slams it shut. The force vibrates the apartment, you can hear the dishes clanking in the cabinets. Your eyebrows furrow, immediately you’re shifting into a person that he’s never seen- if he was the tiniest bit more sober he might have been thrown off.

“The fuck is your issue?!” You’re seething, putting your noodles down and coming out of the kitchen striding across the living room to face him properly. When you’re closer to him you realize that he’s fucked up, not just drunk or weed high….no he’s on harder shit. You knew he smoked weed, hell on the rare occasion you two were docile and cordial, you’ve even smoked on the balcony together. You also knew he wasn’t impartial to pills or even doing lines, you’ve seen the remnants though you’ve never seen him do it. But this- this was something different.

“My issues is I have to come home to a raging cunt of a roommate every god damn night.” He says lowly, throwing his keys down onto the coffee table and kicking off his shoes. He kicks them off so hard he’s denting the wall by the floor.

“Woah, woah.” You’re hissing lowly, stalking up to him. He’s so far gone but he’s surprised you’re standing up to him, getting in his face and not shying away. For some reason that pisses him off more. “You’re the one who put the fucking ad out because you needed help with rent.” You growl, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.

Maybe if he was the least bit fucking blitzed he would have asked you about your split eyebrow and bruised knuckles but he genuinely couldn’t see straight. “Okay and? Didn’t expect to get a smartass girl answering the ad.” He says shoving his way past you and into the kitchen. When he passes by you can see a bright red spot on his inner arm, near his elbow. Your suspicious are confirmed. Your eyes are widening, and your mouth hangs open a bit. Sure he was not the best person, but you knew his job and you knew the shit he had to do to keep it and even make rent (as much as he tried to act mysterious and keep his life hidden).

You watch as he opens the fridge and pulls out a beer. “You sure you need that? Maybe you should get some sleep..” you say, your tone lighter- you’re not even trying to continue the argument- just trying to make sure he’s okay. You have no time to react before he’s throwing the bottle to the ground in a fit of rage. It shatters on the tile of the kitchen, the foamy liquid spreading across the laminate.

You jump, the action startling you. It was nowhere near you, you’re across the house still, near the entrance, but you have never seen him like this. “I am I grown fucking man. I don’t need my roommate being my fucking mommy.”

You look at him for a moment, just shocked and unsure of what to say. When you finally find your words, all you can muster is a “Go fuck yourself.” You’re throwing your hands up and walking to your room. Your door slams behind you, rattling the dishes in the cabinets like they did when he entered the apartment. This time he jumps, the sound and vibration somewhat snapping him out of his drug induced haze.

When you wake up in the morning to go to work, his room door is closed, signaling he’s home and likely asleep. You want to be angry and just leave, walk out the front door and just go to work- but you can’t. You have to at least check on him. So you tip toe over to his door and turn the knob, pushing it open.

He’s sprawled out on his bed, still in the clothes that he came home in- but he’s snoring. He’s breathing. He’s alive. You notice how his face twitches and he turns away from the door, the extra light from the hallway flooding into his room and annoying his sleeping self. Content with seeing he’s at least alive, you slowly close the door back.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and continue down the hallway to the kitchen. The beer bottle shards and the beer was cleaned up on the floor, the evidence of his outburst nowhere to be found. At least he cleaned up after himself.

When he was certain you left for your little office job for the day, Nam-gyu snuck out of his bedroom. He felt like death personified. His head hurt, the room was spinning every time he took a step and he was certain that if he looked in one place for too long whatever he was looking at would start to move….whatever fucking drug he did he was not doing it again.

He admittedly didn’t want to do it…but his job was riding on it. The look of his boss, the one telling him to take the offer from the VIP or else his position would be cut, was enough to make him do it. The ‘bonus’ was not only a surprise (he hardly ever got something ‘extra’…he guessed his boss became more generous on whatever the fuck he took) it wasn’t nearly enough compensation for what he went through….

For what he made you go through.

It was just enough to cover his rent for the month, barely and it kept him his job…that’s how much it cost him to do some drug he had no idea what it was. Wow, stand up person he was. Stumbling, he makes it to the kitchen, hands slamming against the cabinets desperately to open it and get a glass for water. When he grabs the glass and slumps over the kitchen sink the trash can is in his direction field of view. He can see the shards of the bottle he broke. The amber stained glass hard to miss against the black plastic of the trash bag.

He groans, his brain pounding has memories of the night prior rush back to memory. He hardly remembers coming back out late in the middle of the night, rather early in the day- before you even got up for work- to clean up the mess. He knew he wasn’t the best roommate, hell…he wasn’t the best person…but whatever came over him that night; you didn’t deserve that.

And who could forget the time, not even a week after the huge fight you two had- a knock sounds at your closed bedroom door late at night. You know only Nam-gyu could be the one knocking at this hour, the apartment is locked up and he definitely didn’t have anyone over, but, it confuses you as to why. He never comes to you for anything.

It’s three soft knocks, like Nam-Gyu is testing to see if you’re awake. You never slept good, always in and out of sleep. So when your half-asleep body focuses in on the soft sound, you’re awake immediately. You sit up in bed and look towards your door. Maybe you dreamt it? Fuck, maybe that goodnight blunt kicked your ass more than you thought it did.

One more soft knock- like he’s testing to really make sure you were asleep if you weren’t going to answer. Nam-Gyu sighs. He’s so glad you didn’t answer- you were asleep. He begins to turn on his heels about to get on with his scheduled meeting.

The creak of the door knob makes his body turn to ice. He freezes awkwardly, half turned away from the door. He’s so still, like a kid that thinks if they are completely frozen, they’re invisible.

“Nam-gyu?” Your tired voice cuts through the still air of the apartment like a knife. Okay….so looks like freezing in place didn’t work.

Nam-gyu turns on his heels to face you again, an almost bashful look on his face as his dark eyes meet yours in the hallway. He coughs, trying to fix his dry throat to no avail, “h-hey…uh…thought you were asleep…”

His words fumble out of his mouth in choked, embarrassed syllables. His tone is hushed, maybe if he talks low enough you’ll think you’re dreaming. He wants to kick himself when he realizes how pathetic his words come out. He can even see the way your eyebrows knit together in confusion and shock as you try and wake yourself up more.

“I…well I was.” Nam-Gyu cringes at your response. Of course he ruined your sleep by knocking. He made his situation so much harder. “Yeah…sorry about that…” He drawls out.

Nam-gyu coughs awkwardly “So…um…I’m gonna have someone over-“ You immediately scoff, “Dude, I don’t care…get your dick wet. You don’t have to tell me about it.” You say surprised, that’s the only reason you can think he’s coming to tell you that, a ‘hey stay the fuck in your room I’m trying to get laid’ thing. You’ve lived with him for months and he’s never done this…come to think about it you’re not sure if he’s ever brought a girl home…but this is strange.

Nam-gyu seems to falter and look at you dumbly. He shakes his head violently, hands thrown up dismissively, “N-no it’s not like that. Just…stay in your room and try not to make too much noise m’kay?”

His voice is jittery and anxious but it’s also eerily calm- like whatever he was about to deal with was something he’s done time and time again. “Uhhh….yeah…sure…” You nod, still half asleep and delirious. “Wha…what is going on?” You mumble, eyebrows knitted together as you try to stare at him in the dark hallway.

He seems to realize how anxious he appears, he fixes his posture and changes his tone. Clearing his throat he speaks, “None of your business, just stay the fuck in your room okay.” He spits, glaring at you. His hand brushes past your waist, nudging you out of the way of the door. He grabs your door knob and slams the door shut.

Fumbling backwards into your room you stare at your closed door. Did he seriously just slam your door? Slam it backwards?! What the fuck was going on.

You obviously end up staying awake, ear pressed to your closed door as you try your best to hear anything that happens outside your room. You can hear a knock at the door and Nam-Gyu walking down the hallway, away from your door.

You hear the telltale sound of the deadbolt on the front door unlocking, the creak of the door opening, and muffled introductions being made and then the door shutting.

“Yeah man…I told you that I was getting the money I swear, just a couple hundred behind.” Nam-gyu’s voice is hushed and uneasy- you can tell he’s trying to keep whatever was going on, on the down low. He didn’t want you to hear.

You’re nosy though.

You shift more, nearly trying to make your face melt through the wood of your bedroom door. “You sure didn’t seem so scared when you were borrowing the 6 bands.”

The voice that answers Nam-Gyu is rough, it’s louder, obviously not caring of the idea of ‘quiet’. “I’m fucking serious, if you don’t have the money I’m going to fucking-“

“Okay okay! Jesus fucking Christ, just be quiet will you. I have a fucking-“ Nam-Gyu cuts himself off, he doesn’t want to tell this loan shark he has a roommate- just someone else to get involved with his bullshit. Nam-gyu chocks it up to him being strategic, he doesn’t need anyone else meddling in his affairs- but deep down he knows it’s to protect you. The last thing he needs to see is your pretty face hung over him while he gets the shit beat out of him.

“I have fucking neighbors. Walls are thin. You wouldn’t want them hearing this would you.” Nam-Gyu awkwardly corrects himself, hoping, praying, that this intruder wouldn’t question him further about his awkward grammar.

“You said you would have the money” this time, the unknown voice is matching Nam-gyu’s in volume.

Nam-gyu’s hushed panicked voice cuts off the other, unfamiliar voice, “I don’t have the money okay…” a sharp breath rings through the apartment, like he’s waiting to get hit for saying the truth. Moments pass with no sign of altercation, Nam-gyu lets out a breath, “I promise I will get it to you end of the month, with interest even!” He says, pleading with the stranger in your home.

“End of the month. 40% interest. All paid in cash.”

You assume Nam-Gyu gives some kind of nod of affirmation or something silent to show he agreed because the stranger scoffs and lets out a gruff ‘good’.

“But you’re also so fucking stupid if you think I’m leaving empty handed.”

Your breath hitches, it all happens so fast- you hear a sharp smack, a large thud against the wall then the telltale sign of a gun cocking.

Your hand hovers over the door, getting ready to say fuck it and deal with whatever the fuck was going on inside the apartment you paid rent for, but the scuffle subsides just as soon as it started. You hear footsteps stomping away. Presumably Nam-gyu’s footsteps following. Then the front door closing and locking. Stepping back from your bedroom door you let out a shaky breath, hand still hovering over the door knob as if going out there would do anything.

Nam-gyu’s bedroom door slamming shut, vibrating your bedroom walls answers any conflicting thoughts you had- he’s in his room so it only made sense for you to stay in yours.

The day after, you could see Nam-gyu had a busted lip. You wanted to say nothing about it- you’ve lived with him for long enough, you know he was not the type to want to be ‘checked on’. You really did try, but the really sketchy random man that Nam-Gyu let into your apartment, with a gun, had seemingly beat him up- you had to ask.

At an odd time in the week, when both of you happened to cross paths in the kitchen, you genuinely had no ability to stop yourself. Up close you could see not only was his lip busted, his cheek and temple were bruised.

“Did you get fucking pistol whipped!?” The words fall out of your mouth before you can even stop yourself. You’re slamming your cup noodles on the counter and gawking at his face.

Nam-gyu’s eye visibly twitches at your words, his hands that were washing the bowl he just used, clench around the cheap plastic- warping and bending the material. “Mind your fucking business.” He shakes his head, the hair that was once tucked behind his ears falls over his face, shielding the bruises from your point of view.

His response comes through clenched teeth, like he’s holding himself back- giving you the benefit of the doubt- maybe you’ll listen and mind your own like he wanted.

“Mind my business?!?” You scoff, whipping your head to the side to face him. “You have any idea how fucking sketchy that was last night?! You coming to tell me to stay in my room like some scared deer? I fucking heard a pistol cocking, and now I see you messed up and bruised?!”

The comparison of him to a scared deer makes Nam-Gyu practically throw the dish back into the sink, hands coming to grasp at the counter. “I told you to mind your business. Seriously, I don’t need you up my ass. It’s my fucking job. I don’t need you worrying about me.” When he finishes speaking, he furrows his eyebrows, how the hell did you know the distinct sound of a gun cocking?

“Okay, your busted fucking face aside,” Nam-Gyu cringes at your words, you can see the insult he’s getting ready to throw back at you but you speak again, “I pay rent here too, and you let in some stranger who very obviously had a gun and who may or may not have pistol whipped you.”

That seemed to be all Nam-Gyu could take, and it wasn’t even much, you just seemed to set him off. “You answered the fucking ad. You don’t like it? Move the fuck out, I genuinely don’t care, it would be better with you not here. You have no idea what it’s like to do what I do, keep your mouth shut and let me do my damn job or pack your shit.”

With that he’s storming away. You’re left there in the kitchen, mouth hung open as you’re trying to process the interaction you just had.

Neither of you mentioned that night in the days and months to come, you both acted like it never happened.

The tension between you two didn’t change one bit. Since then his view on you seemed to change. He seemed to hate you more than he did before- so in turn you hated him more.

He seemed to think you were some prissy ‘better than you’ girl. He remembered he came to that conclusion rather quick after that one night. It all happened one day after you came home from work. It was the first time he got any idea of your work life. Your schedules often differed so he hardly ever saw you. And when he did you pissed him off too much for him to care about your intricacies.

You worked a boring office job that had you practically pulling your hair out but you had to dress all formal. It was probably fancy and paid well. Hell, you probably have gone on company vacations all expenses paid on the regular….that’s what Nam-Gyu believed you did.

There was one night, you came home late, talking on the phone with your boss about some analytics and statistics for the company, getting rather annoyed that you still have to deal with his even on your off time. You’re spouting words he can’t even conceptualize a definition of and practically throwing your winter jacket on the hook. It was hard enough that the metal of the rack vibrates and makes a ringing sound.

He watched as you kicked off your heels in the entry way and shrugged off your blazer off. You didn’t even realize Nam-Gyu was in the living room right in front of the door, frozen with his nose hovering over a fresh line of white powder that laid on the coffee table. You end the phone call and turn around. When you see him you both look at each other wide eyed. You could see the way his eyes narrowed even so slightly. You didn’t have the capacity to deal with this situation so recent into your tenure as roommates and you’re far too tired. Also, who were you to judge- you weren’t a saint yourself. So you quickly saunter off to your room like an uneasy fawn in your dress pants and silk blouse, blazer hungover your shoulder.

You’re running off to your room to avoid a fight with him like normal, you never stay to talk with him anyways! Quite frankly, he was miserable to be around. He was a dick and had little to no people skills. But when you got off the horrendous phone call with your boss and walk into your apartment to see your roommate railing blow off your coffee table….you just want to go to bed and crack open the fresh pack of weed gummies you got- hoping to relax after a long day.

But he takes your hasty and awkward departure as you thought you were better than him. Such a pretty, innocent thing all dressed up in expensive clothes (they were thrifted) and heels- coming back to the apartment from a cute office job where you’re probably the heartthrob of the office making a comfortable living (you weren’t and you were barely scraping by)- to see him, a lowlife club promoter who gets paid minimum wage, who can hardly pay his share of the rent, railing lines off the coffee table you bought for the living room. You also saw him come home that one night when he tried the new injectable drug for a bit of extra cash at the club….Yeah, you definitely think you’re so much better than him. You had one over him, he knew little to nothing about you and yet you just saw him dealing with a huge vice of his on more than one occasion….yeah, no, he didn’t like that. It just made him hate you more.

The thing was, you weren’t the overly perfect, prissy, princess image that he crafted his mind- you were far from it. Admittedly the office job was a front, it paid like shit and it was at some sleazy loan shark firm, you were just forced to dress in overly formal attire to look more ‘inviting and appealing’ to the unsuspecting souls who walked in the door…it was a front for your real source of income. Drug dealing. That was what you hid from him. He seemed to have no idea about your side hustle, no matter how many times you’ve come home beat up and bruised after you were jumped or were involved in a deal gone bad- he was none the wiser.

You weren’t proud of it and you never intended to get involved with that scene but one too many months of not having enough rent or getting evicted when you were too behind on payments; you had to do something. The opportunity fell in your hand when you went out one night with a group of friends to some shady club.

Admittedly, you were the odd one of the group, you weren’t too keen on dancing on random men like your friends were, you were side eyeing any man that tried to get near you and you looked annoyed you were even there (you were, you wanted to go home), and you didn’t buy any of the overpriced drinks from the bar, and you had a neon ‘guest’ band meaning you didn’t even pay the cover to get in; someone else did- so maybe that’s why your boss scouted you out. You seemed like you could handle your own- you could. You weren’t a violent person but you were always down to fight if it got down to it. You’d protect your friends and throw a strategic punch square in a grown mans jaw if you needed to. And you were down on your luck, you needed money.

So when you left the bar, your friend’s long gone; he approached you. Of course, at first you were uneasy by a grown man who appeared to be in his 50’s approaching you. But with some slick talk, speaking to you like a wise Italian grandfather with a fortune to pass down to you, and a rough estimate of what you could be making- you accepted the job. Making drug runs for this man and his ring, dealing to people that he didn’t feel like going to or dealing with. Of course it was shitty, dangerous work…but you were desperate. You wanted to get enough to allow you to quit your other job, get enough to keep you steady for a bit while you find better work…..that was also 4 years ago.

Nam-gyu knew none of that though, it wasn’t exactly something you were proud of. You most certainly weren’t going to tell him either. Doing the drugs and being the dealer are two different things…as much as you despised what you were doing, you made enough money to keep you afloat and that’s all that you cared about for the time being. You knew the guys you worked for weren’t lacing the stuff you sold so it made you feel a little better…you still didn’t like doing it. But..It was better than where you were. So you continued to do it.

Nam-Gyu was always far too drunk, high, sleep deprived, or a combination of all three to ever notice the black eye you had spontaneously gotten or the bruised and split knuckles you came home with far too often. It was not an easy job. You were intertwined with some shady people, directed to go off to bad places late at night by yourself- you had to defend yourself. And you knew how to do it well! That’s what kept you alive and kept you in business.

It was a side of you that you only felt shame for, a dirty secret that was quite literally the only thing that could keep you afloat in this economy. That should say something in itself, insight some sort of worldwide change to make it where you weren’t driven to do this, it wasn’t some dream land though; it was real life.

Recently, your boss had given you the details on a couple deals that could set you up for a long while. Two deals that could even get you out of the drug dealing ring for good! Of course, the bigger the deal the more dangerous and the more risky….however, the higher reward was far too perfect to pass up.

When your boss texted you with a location and a time- you responded promptly. After putting on some jeans, a tight fitted top and a jacket, you’re headed out the door and hauling a taxi to get to where you were told to be. Club Pentagon.

You were directed by your boss through text message to use a fake name once in the club, walk to the back of the club to the VIP rooms, give the fake name and you would be led to the buyer. Off rip, you were warned to keep your sarcasm to a minimum, to be polite and kiss ass- this was a big deal that your boss could not lose. The price of the product was firm, it always has been, but you knew the game- make them think they can bargain or are already get a bargain to get in good with the clientele.

Wanting the pay out, the money that could get you out of this job and the shitty office job you have- you comply, enter into the club, and maneuver your way to the back of the club. The VIP area was lit up by a bright neon sign that nearly made you have a headache. You walk over to the attendant standing at the lux velvet ropes that separated you from a dimly lit hallway lined with multiple doors on either side.

“Name?” The attendant says looking down at you with a skeptical look. You’re thankful you took the couple minutes to remember the fake name your boss gave you because the man behind the velvet ropes that held the list of names was a hulking older man who was downright terrifying to look at. You relay the fake name expertly like it was the name you were given at birth.

The bouncer looks over the list he has in his hands, finds the name you relayed and nods. “Alright, you can follow me.” The bouncer’s demeanor changed, he’s more serious- scrutinizing you and looking you up and down with a threatening stare. When he turns to lead you down the dim hallway he makes a show of lifting his shirt up on his hip to flash the shiny gun that’s holstered there.

You swallow thickly, it’s nothing you haven’t done before but the proper place of the deal makes you uneasy. It isn’t an open area in the middle of the street, it isn’t some rundown house where you know the individuals who live there have nothing but shitty knives- this is the big deal.

Step after step down the hallway, more armed men join you in a makeshift entourage that escorts you down this back hallway of the club. You begin to wonder if you’re even in the same building- turn after turn you’re believing that there’s no way this hallway could possibly be attached to the club.

Even if you wanted to stop- to turn back now the group of armed club workers prevent you from turning around, they’re so close to you that even if you side step a centimeter off, you’re bumping into one of them and being shoulder checked back in line.

After what seems like forever, you’re brought to a room- on either side of the closed door another guard. You’re led into the small room, it was very obviously a room used for private dances.

You weren’t graced with a stripper, you were met with multiple men seated on a sofa with even more bodyguards around them. Seated in the middle of the couch was a man who looked to be the buyer- expensive suit, gaudy chains and rings layered with diamond and gemstones that are worth more than 6 months rent for one crystal that inlays the jewelry.

Straightening your posture and putting on a brave face, wanting nothing more than to get this deal over with so you can get your cut of the money, you nod politely to the man.

“Didn’t think you’d be the one he’d send.” The man says, eyeing you up and down like you’re a meal ready to be eaten- you hate it.

“You told him to send his best man for the deal, here I am.” You say simply, keeping your hands stuffed in your jacket pocket to hide your trembling fingers. You’ve done hundreds of deals, thousands even, but this was so much different. This was the big league. This was large amounts of high priced substances going from one kingpin to another.

With a scoff, the man motions to a brief case laid on the table, one of the guards opens the case with a click. Bundles of money sit in the briefcase, pressed and pristine. The client, the man who quite literally holds your life in his hands at the moment, nods to you.

Taking a step forward, you eye the cash, “that’s not what was agreed upon.” It’s easy to tell, you know what this large amount is supposed to look like, and what was in this small briefcase was not it. You look back up to the man, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“Ahhh, smart one.” He says mockingly, talking down on you with an evil undertone. “Who would have thought.” He jokes, elbowing the people next to him to try and get them in on the shitty joke he was making. “The rest of the money should be coming shortly…what kind of man would have this much money readily available, darling.”

The name makes you cringe, the whole interaction is making you feel more uneasy by the second.

The room shifts when the door opens, everyone standing to attention, “here’s the money boss.”

Your eyes widen, you can only see the back of the person as they walk in that room- but you know that voice. And when the person who entered turns, backpack slung over the shoulder. You know you’re fucked.

Nam-Gyu.

He seems just as shocked, if not more than you to see you out of all people standing in the room for one of the biggest drug deals his boss was about to complete. He honestly thinks he’s hallucinating.

The views you two had of each other collapse in on themselves like exploding stars. It’s so fast and violent that you feel like you might throw up. Sure you knew Nam-Gyu wasn’t the greatest guy, you knew he had to work somewhere that was open overnights- but you would have never thought he would be working at the club and for the sleazy, shitty, man you’re doing business with. And Nam-Gyu? Well he was fucking dumbfounded. He saw you as some holier than thou office worker who was early to rise early to bed. He thought you were some good girl who would never end up in a place like this.

Yet here you both were.

“Is there a problem?” The boss says, glaring at Nam-Gyu who was paused by the doorway eyeing you. He shakes his head, it’s sporadic and anxious like he’s shaking his own surprise out of his head. “Uh no, sorry not at all.” Nam-Gyu responds, hand anxiously gripping at the strap of the backpack that was slung over his shoulder.

The big boss laughs, motioning Nam-Gyu over and taking the backpack from him. “Just partied too hard, hm?! That’s what I like to hear!”

Nam-Gyu laughs, it’s so uneasy and awkward, no one but you seems to notice. His wide eyes stay trained on you as he moves within the room. Like he was told prior to the deal, he takes his place behind the couch.

He tries hard to get rid of the pit that’s forming in his stomach. There’s no fucking way that you were the dealer in this big deal that his boss was talking about for months. The one he knows was a set-up, he was part of the planning!!

Take the backpack, you check the money, and while you’re busy- head down in the cheap bag to count your earnings, the one guard in the back left corner was supposed to take you out. Clean and simple. Something Nam-Gyu had been involved in countless of times, something he had no issue with doing. Fuck, he was the one that was tasked with getting rid of the fucking corpses! He should be completely fine and locked in as Thanos would say.

He oddly starts thinking of Thanos then, about the many times he’s come over and asked about Nam-Gyu’s ‘sexy lil roommate’. He hated when Thanos would call you that, he told himself that it was just him being respectful- Thanos shouldn’t be talking to you like that….but then again when has Nam-Gyu ever cared about being respectful. Thanos would always tell Nam-Gyu that he should make a move, that he obviously has a crush on you. Nam-Gyu would always deny it, brushing him off and inevitably insulting you to make his point.

But now….Thanos assertions were starting to make sense…the longer he spends in this room, knowing that you would take the place of whatever unknown corpse…yeah, he’s going to fucking throw up.

It probably wasn’t a good idea for him to take a bunch of drugs before this either- to his defense he didn’t fucking think it was going to be you in this deal!! He normally could go into this crossfaded and be completely fine but now the sweat on his forehead gets worse and he’s genuinely trying to not vomit.

“Well alright then,” Nam-Gyu’s boss’s voice brings him out from the memory riddled haze he was in, his worried eyes look over to you then to his boss, “As you can see, here’s the rest of the money.” Nam-Gyu’s boss finishes, grabbing the backpack and tossing is unceremoniously to your feet.

You quirk up an eyebrow and scoff, “you’re going to treat me like a dog? I have the deal of a life time for you and you’re treating me like this?” You look back down at the bag, making a show of not moving an inch to pick it up. “Your mother ever teach you manners?”

Nam-Gyu doesn’t know whether to be turned on at your boldness in such a situation or fear for your life- he knows the people he works for all too well. They don’t take kindly to people talking back.

“Oooohh~ feisty. Seems like he picked a good one.”

Nam-Gyu lets out a shuddering breath, thankful that his boss seemed to enjoy your attitude and are getting some sort of praise from his boss. He knows what’s coming, the inevitable plan that will sour the deal but leave the boss of the club with money back in his pocket and some free drugs.

With a raise of one singular finger, the boss motions for one of the guards to pick up the backpack. The large man crosses the room and with an outstretched hand, holds the bag out to you.

You take it, nodding in thanks with a small smirk quirked up at the corners of your lips. “Much better, thank you.” Your fingers fiddle with the zippers of the backpack. Placing a strap of the backpack over one arm, you slide the duffle bag you had off your shoulder and drop it to the table.

You zip it open effortlessly, hovering close by it as you show off the copious amounts of drugs inside. “All here, like you ordered. If you sell this without issue then my boss said he has no problem continuing business.”

Nam-Gyu’s boss inspects the substances packaged in various bags and nods. “Looks good to me, why don’t ya make sure that’s a good enough payout for ya boss there sweetheart.”

When you scoff and go to open the zipper of the bag, Nam-Gyu decides he can’t watch what was to come. He can’t watch you die over some fuck ass drug deal.

He moves quickly, shoulder checking the guard, his coworker, that stood next to him and on holsters the gun hanging on the man’s thigh. With one fluid moment, he’s raising his arm and aiming at the guard in the room that he knew was tasked to kill you.

A crack rips through the room, everyone ducking and beginning to become frantic. Nam-Gyu’s intended target is struck in the leg and drops to the ground.

Instantly the room turns into chaos, the men on the couch hold up right and unholster their weapons. You get pulled into a headlock, gun to your temple as they try to keep you as some sort of hostage for negotiation. Who they’d negotiate with? All you knew was whoever it was on the receiving end of that bargain would most likely let you die over some drugs.

With fluidity that takes your captor off guard, you’re showing his stomach, forcing him back and yanking his own fire arm from his hand. You have no time to celebrate, you’re running back and trying to figure out what the fuck went wrong. Nam-Gyu shot one of his own men? Why the fuck would he do that?!! You genuinely have no time to figure it out in this moment.

Bodies are clashing together, fists are flying, there’s definitely blood on the floor and bullets are ricocheting off the walls. At this point it’s so chaotic you’re almost 100% positive some of the guards in the room got confused and have started fighting people on their side. Your eyes land on the door you walked into the room from, you could absolutely make it if you booked it hard enough. But then you see the money that litters the floor- spilled from the backpack that lays on the ground- lost to the chaos of the room.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you bolt to the bag. Sliding on the floor you’re quickly scooping up stray bills into the bag and hauling it over your shoulder. Whipping your head to the door, you plot your escape. Moving to a squatting position you’re propelling yourself upwards and breaking into a sprint.

One stride. Two. Three. You’re nearly there, you can almost reach out to the doorknob.

Pain erupts from the side of your skull, you’re plummeting down to the floor before you can even look at whatever, or rather whoever just hit you. A large weight crushes your stomach, making it hard to breathe. Your vision is hazy and it burns to open your eyes but you have to keep going.

The boss, Nam-Gyu’s boss, the big wig who was supposed to receive the drugs you were ordered to sell is on top of you, one hand on your sternum and the other raised in a fist. You struggle, wiggling your body to try and get him off of you but the weight of a grown man is much more than you hoped for.

The first hit comes down hard, you immediately taste blood and your mind is filled with static. Oddly enough, the only thought that forms is one of Nam-Gyu. He was in the room, started the gunfire and is still probably fighting. You hoped that he got out, you didn’t know why…he was a complete dick to you most times, but you just hoped he was out of this shit show- alive.

You think you may have passed out, maybe gotten a few more hits from the man who had you pinned, you’re not too sure. Your eyes are forced open when someone is practically ripping you from the ground.

“Nuh-uh, you’re not dying on me.” The second Nam-Gyu’s voice fills your ears, you feel like you’ve gotten a second win. You laugh weakly and fall into his arms, gunshots still ringing out in the room. “C’mon!” Nam-Gyu taps lightly at your cheek, waking you up more. “You can fall on me and be all weak later, we gotta get the fuck on!”

“‘M not weak.” You mumble out, standing up straight and wiping the blood from your lip. Nam-Gyu groans and yanks you by your wrist, “Yeah, I know. You definitely aren’t,” he says, voice laced with a weird admiration. He yanks you quickly, you fall instep with him as he ducks and weaves you through people jumping to get you.

You two practically fall through the door, the wood splintering as you barrel out into the dimly lit hallway.

Nam-Gyu has your wrist in an iron grip as he’s pulling you out of the room and down the corridors you came from. He knows if he can at least get you two to the main part of the club- they’ll have to stop shooting. He hopes.

You fumble over your steps as you try to get a hold of the situation, but the way Nam-Gyu is pulling you, you have no option but to keep up with him. Bullets are whizzing past you and each one that flys by, you’re thanking whatever part of the universe that is listing for your pursuers shitty aim.

“C’mon, keep the fuck up.” Nam-Gyu shouts back to you, his voice laced with an anger he truly had no reason to harbor, “they’ve fucking leveled business for less than a shitty drug deal, we’ve got to fucking go!”

“Motherfucker! I’m trying! It’s not my fault you’re 80% legs. I’m well aware that if we stop running we’re going to get shot!” You yell back, way too sarcastic given your situation. If this wasn’t life or death, Nam-Gyu was sure that he would have laughed at your insult.

You’re so lucky he is guiding you, the more you turn down identical hallways, the more you’re not sure where you even are. You’re about to ask if he has any sort of plan when you feel a burning sensation blooming across your shoulder, “Shit-!”

Trying the best you can, you turn to look, blood has started to stain your skin but you can tell it’s not deep, a graze at best- but too close for your liking. “Nam-Gyu! You gotta plan?! They’re fuckin’ gaining on us here…and oh my fucking god!! Are those fucking attack dogs?!”

Your words turn into a desperate tone when you turn back to see some of the men on your trail stop and begin to mess with large collars on three large dogs. The canines were growling and snarling, foaming at the mouth and already jumping at the chance to chase you two like prey.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” Nam-Gyu mutters to himself, this really couldn’t get any worse. They’ve nearly almost hit you, he knows he’s been grazed by the hot metal of a bullet too, and now the fucking dogs- he’s not even sure if you two could make it.

He’s quickly shaking his head of the thought, “Just keep fucking running!”

And you do.

After what seems like too long you and Nam-Gyu practically barrel onto the dance floor of the club. Almost immediately as your feet hit the floor of the main area, the gunfire in your direction ceases. With you two no longer in line of sight and meddling in a sea of club goers, your pursuers also don’t release the attack dogs. There’s no way you’re out of the clear though, they still had bouncers on your ass. You don’t falter, Nam-gyu keeps pulling you through the sea of people.

Nam-Gyu practically shoulder checks the front door open, hand still gripped tight around your wrist and pulling you along with him.

When the night breeze hits you, you’re taking the biggest breath in possible. You want to stop running, your feet are so sore and your body is so tired. Without the threat of being shot, you’re realizing just how bad you got injured within the fight in the room the deal was in. Your head is spinning and your vision is starting to get blurry the longer you keep running.

He doesn’t know why he does it, he should just leave you there on the sidewalk, but he can’t. Something in him is screaming at him to protect you, to take care of you. It’s a split second decision, one that would definitely help both of you in the clear- he yanks you by the wrist closer to him and hauls your tired form onto his back.

You have no energy to protest, the second your feet leave the concrete and you’re weightless, your head is dropping to his shoulder and your eyes are squeezing shut to try and fight off the migraine that’s beginning to form.

You’re woken up from a micro-sleep that you didn’t even realize you had taken when you’re placed down into the seat of a car. You’re jolting awake instantly, not even realizing where you were or who you were with before you fell asleep. You’re waking up about to fight whoever it was that had you in their car.

“Hey, easy! Just trying to get you buckled in…”

Nam-Gyu’s voice makes you settle, your head turning to look outside the door to the individual who was now leaning over and buckling you in the car. Your throat is far too dry to speak, you’re blinking at him like a deer caught in headlights. It’s cute he thinks. He wants to admire you for a moment but he soon hears the back door of the club slam open.

Not taking any chances, he slams the passenger door and is hopping into the drivers seat in under 10 seconds. A shrill screech comes from the tires as you two peel out of the parking lot.

The ride home is silent, yet you could cut the tension with a knife. It’s so tangible you’re afraid it might suffocate you. You try your best not to look over into the drivers seat where you know Nam-Gyu was seated, probably white-knuckling the steering wheel. Your throat is dry, your body is sore, and you’re positive you can taste blood.

The drive back to your shared apartment was horrible, your anxiety stayed through the roof and neither of you spoke a single word. The only sound that resounded throughout the car was the dull hum of the AC and Nam-Gyu gritting his teeth.

He practically spins out when he pulls into the driveway; wheels skidding on the concrete of the driveway in a shrill screech. You want to at least thank him for giving you a ride back (even if he or the situation yall were in didn’t give you much of an option), but Nam-gyu is shifting the car into park and exiting the vehicle quickly. You jump when he slams the door, walking up to the front door without so much as looking back at you.

You scramble to follow him, barely catching the front door with your palm as he walks inside. Quickly, you close and lock the door behind you- dead bolting all the locks and checking them over and over- out of habit or anxiety about one of the people you two just beat and robbed blind coming after you- you weren’t sure. Swallowing thickly, back against the front door as if it was about to be kicked in, you open your mouth to speak. “Look I didn’t mean-“

“Shut up. Just sit down.”

You shut your mouth and glare at Nam-Gyu’s back as he walks to a cabinet in your kitchen, where the first aid kit was. “We need to talk-“

“Not right now we don’t. Sit the fuck down.” Nam-gyu whips his head back to face you, leaning over the counter with a disheveled look across his bruised face. “You’re fucking bleeding.”

Nam-gyu simply states, walking back over to where you stood speechless. He harshly shoves your shoulder, snapping you out of your stupefied trance and pushing you down to a seating position onto the couch behind you.

He doesn’t give you a moment to protest or even a moment to breathe, he’s hovering over you and grabbing your chin in his hand. Tilting your face every which way possible, he examines the extent of your injuries with a dejected look.

“You don’t look any better.”

He can’t help it, your statement makes him let out a dry laugh, it’s quiet and quick, but a laugh not the less. “You don’t know when to stop talking.” Nam-gyu says gruffly as he begins to clean up your wounds.

“I didn’t need your help I had it covered…I’ve done shit like this before you know.” Nam-gyu pauses, looking at you like you have three heads and just told him the sky was green- you have done something like that before?!

It made sense now that he thought about it, you wouldn’t have even been the one to come on behalf of the drug seller if you didn’t have some sort of credibility. The longer he thinks about it, the more he’s pissed. How did he miss this seemingly huge thing about you?! You, out of all people, a fucking drug dealer?! You willingly got into the business when you could have had other options (you didn’t) and put yourself into this danger.

He didn’t know why but the thought made him physically ill- and in change it made him even madder. Why the fuck did he even care?!? He shouldn’t care, you were just his pretty roommate he used to get a break on the rent. You were the prissy girl who would come home and glare at him for smoking in the apartment (you were never glaring, you were just coming home high yourself).

Yet, here he was, just fucking lost his job to save you like some story book hero and now patching you up. This wasn’t like him and that alone made him uneasy. But each time his hand brushed the cool rag against your split lip with you looking up at him with a cute little glare, his heart felt like it was going to explode.

He scoffs, a pathetic attempt of a response as he breaks himself out of the haze he was in. His fingers work quickly, as if touching you was physically burning him. Nam-gyu throws the cool rag down and reaches to the first aid kit, fishing out a few bandages.

When his fingers graze against your scalp, where you know you’re bleeding from, you suck in a sharp breath. Yes, it stings, but it’s nothing you haven’t dealt with before. It’s his closeness.

Nam-Gyu is leaned over you, one hand holding the top of your head- keeping you still- fingers threaded into your hair to part it away from the wound. The other hand dances along the gash and works diligently to clean you up. It’s the softness of his touches, the way he’s so careful with you.

And when you look up finally, catching the way he looks- you’re a goner. He looks at the wound like it’s all his fault, like he had some obligation to protect you and he failed. It was odd, you never had someone dote on you like this, it made it all the more weird to have Nam-Gyu out of all people show you this kindness.

Feeling your intense stare on him, Nam-gyu looks down. When he sees you looking up at him, he begins to over heat. Was it this hot when you two first got back?! Fuck, you do look so pretty like this..

You watch as he bites the corner of his bottom lip, ripping his dark eyes away from you and hurriedly finishes his work on your injury. Soon, he’s closing the lid on the first aid kit and pulling away from you.

“Don’t do anything stupid, you’ll open it up and you’ll really have to get stitches.” Nam-gyu scolds in a low, monotone voice. He’s throwing away the wrappers and bloody gauze and coming right back to the couch, sitting next to you.

You want to say something, thank him maybe, but you can’t form any words. From fumbling the deal, nearly getting killed, having Nam-Gyu save you and patch you up like a knight in shining armor- it was all so much. Your mind was spinning and the tension within the room grew thicker the longer you two sat in silence.

“You really didn’t have to-“ your pathetic attempt at breaking the silence is cut off by Nam-Gyu. “I didn’t have to but I did. Enough about it.” His voice is rough, cracking with his terse words. “I could have taken care of it myself, ive been doing this for-“

“Shut the fuck up and quit whining about it. It happened it’s over with” Again, he’s cutting you off, “I don’t give a fuck how long you’ve been ‘in the business’ I wasn’t going to let you get your ass beat over some drugs.” When he says it, he feels like he’s dreaming. There was no way you were drug dealing this whole time. Your pretty little office-working self getting involved in one of the most fucked up and dangerous side gigs possible?! It made him sick.

He was never a good roommate. Hell, he was not even a good person to you most the time- but the idea of you having been so down bad on your luck, so beaten down by life and forced into the line of work solely to make sure you survived- it made him want to throw up. Nam-gyu didn’t find himself around great company either but that was normal for him. He was antisocial and a jackass, working at a sleazy club, doing sleazy shit for a quick buck; it was normal for someone like him. It shouldn’t have been normal for someone like you.

Nam-gyu runs his hands through his hair, drained and exhausted from the altercation, the silence fills the living room awkwardly yet again. His dark eyes flick over to the side of the couch you sat in, your mouth closing as if you decided against saying anything else. You look like a kicked puppy, shrinking into the couch as if you’re being scolded. Bruises are blooming over your face, a horrid reminder that Nam-Gyu didn’t make it out of the VIP room with you quick enough.

The last thing you need is for him to be mad at you. Your life was dangled in front of your eyes like some sick prize to be won at a fair- an occasion that had happened to you one too many times while you worked dealing. He knows that this wasn’t something new to you, you weren’t some soft sheltered girl that needed to be scolded for getting involved with the big bad boys.

“I’m…” Nam-gyu breaks the silence, sighing deeply as he tries to find the words he wants to say. He wasn’t good at this. Comforting was never a word that could be used to describe him. “I know you could have handled yourself.”

His words make you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You try to relax, try to relax your shoulders and straighten your back, to sit like an adult and not a child who was in trouble. “But I wasn’t going to sit there and just let you get your ass killed.”

“You’re stupid as shit for getting involved in the line of work and you’re dumb as fuck for even thinking I wouldn’t help you.” Nam-gyu seethes, he can’t even make eye contact with you. He’s leaned forward on his knees, eyes trained on the carpet, legs bouncing anxiously. You can even see, damn near hear, the gritting of his teeth as he clenches his jaw.

He hates this. Part of him wished he didn’t jump in and pull you out of there. It would mean he didn’t have to confront the feelings he’s been ignoring.

Nam-Gyu was for one, not a great person. He usually didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself. That’s how the world worked! If he wasn’t number one in his world he wouldn’t be here. Everything he did was only to benefit himself. Putting up the ad for a roommate that you answered to? Yeah, he only did that so he could have a bit of extra cash to spend on drugs….that was another fault of his- he could be strapped for cash and barely make rent but he always made sure he had his fix of whatever substance he could find and here he was bitching you out for dealing the drugs he did on a regular. How hypocritical.

He was painfully aware of how hypocritical he was. You would have made this so much easier if you were the pretty little office girl he thought you were this whole time. But you weren’t, you were some badass drug dealer who could throw a punch. Who knows how many drug houses you’ve been to, how many fights you’ve been in or how many times you almost lost your life. He almost hates you for deceiving him in such a way….almost.

You cringe at his words, they make your gut ache and heart drop. You felt stupid for arguing with him, you know if you were in his situation- you would have done the same thing. It’s human nature. “Yeah but your job….” You say in a soft sigh, settling back into the old couch you two sat in. “There’s no way they’re going to let you back…I made you lose your job.”

“You didn’t make me do anything. I did the shit on my own.” He grumbles, his leg bouncing anxiously. He looks forward, at the ground, staring at seemingly nothing as he tries everything in his ability to not look at you. “Okay, smartass.” You respond, rubbing a hand against your forehead. “What I’m trying to say is because you fought your own fucking boss for my sake you lost your job and now don’t have anyway to make rent.”

It pissed him off how you were right, how did you know how much money he did or didn’t have?! Was he really that much of an open book.

“It’s fine. I nearly killed your boss. We’re even.” He grumbles, you can only sigh in response. In the fight you both had somehow attacked the other’s boss. Nam-gyu did throw the first punch, that was a fact. He effectively ended the deal before it even started. “So now I’m assuming you don’t have rent either right?” He adds.

“Nope. Broke as fuck since I didn’t finish the deal.”

After your response you sit in silence, it’s awkward but something seems to stir in both of you. Both of you are oddly calm for just admitting to not having any rent money for the month and effectively becoming black listed from the club / drug scene. Neither of you had a good source of income now.

After what felt like ages, you both speak at the same time.

“I robbed your boss at the club”

“I stole the drugs you were supposed to sell.”

Both of you turn, looking at each other incredulously.

“You lying fuck! Oh my god I thought I was going to be the reason you were evicted.” You say looking at the mass amounts of the drugs that you were supposed to sell. “Yeah…figured we could flip it…make rent and then some, y’know.” Nam-gyu says sheepishly.

“Wait.. you robbed my fucking boss!?” Nam-gyu immediately shouts looking at you like you have grown a second head. The man he has hated for years- the one who paid him below minimum wage just so he could pocket the money- you robbed him?! Nam-Gyu has wanted to rob that fucker blind for years! But with all the security and his need for a job, he never tried it.

“Well yeah…” you shrug, hand rubbing the back of your neck. “It was easy really…he had the cash laid out in gaudy fucking stacks on the table and he broke his ring when he hit me sooo…” you laugh awkwardly, “when shit hit the fan and they were distracted…” You turn and grab your bag you had been carrying, dumping it out onto the couch.

Wads of cash tumble out the bag, some falling to the couch cushions, some bouncing off the plush seat to settle on the floor. After what was too many bundles of cash and crumpled single bills fall out of your bag, a broken, diamond incrusted falls out like a perfect cherry on top.

“…I took what I could get when you grabbed me.” You finish, smiling proudly at him.

Nam-Gyu looks at you bewildered, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. It’s like his whole idea he had of you in his head had been shattered- it had.

He moves before he can even realize what he’s doing, he’s launching over the couch and grabbing your face in his hands, cupping both of your cheeks.

A wide, proud, almost grateful smile stretches across his lips, “You have no fucking idea how amazing you are- oh my fucking god- so fucking smart! So perfect!”

Your eyes widen when he speaks, each word that you hear makes your heart hammer into your chest more and more, you’re not even sure what to respond. He’s so close you’re breathing in each other’s air.

“I-“ your words pathetically fall into a cracked sound that is somewhat of a squeak. You can’t even form a response, you were certain praise like that would never have fallen from Nam-gyu’s mouth, let alone be directed at you.

Your surprise makes him realize exactly what he said. His eyes dart around nervously, trying to think of anything he could say to act nonchalant- there literally is nothing. Not with what he said, not with the position you two were in.

A moment of silence washes over you both, the air thick with a tension neither of you had noticed until now. You’re not sure who moved first but after a long moment, you two are leaning in and closing the distance.

Your lips mold with his, admittedly it’s a bit tense and awkward at first, both of you unsure and nervous. It takes a few seconds but both of you ease into it, lips moving slowly and meticulously against one another, melting into the feeling. It was so gentle, tender even. Something neither of you had experienced.

You raise a shaky hand, placing it on his cheek and pulling him closer, feeling an innate need to deepen the kiss. He seems to reciprocate, his shaky hands hovering over your waist- unsure and scared- before he’s gripping at you and pulling you closer to him on the couch.

Months and months of pent up feelings of anger, desperation, and pure need are translated through the kiss. He can’t get over how you taste, so sweet, your lips are so soft. Nam-gyu has never felt anything like this, it’s a kiss that makes him feel like it’s his first one ever. It’s not, far from it but this isn’t a lustful kiss that is spur of the moment while he fucks you- it’s a slow, strategic kiss that molds your lips so perfectly with his like both of you are trying to memorize the individual lines on the others lips. He was never one for romantic shit, he always said he didn’t do relationships. You were different though.

Nam-gyu could slap himself, really, he feels so cheesy to even think something like that. You made him feel things he would never even dream of, you made him feel vulnerable in the best way.

He kisses you as if you’re the oxygen he needs to breathe, hands gripping at your waist and pulling you onto his lap. The movement makes you let out a surprised gasp, Nam-gyu swallows it down effortlessly, settling you onto his lap with ease like you’ve been there before.

When you pull back for air, he’s chasing your lips like this would be the only time he will ever get to kiss you. With a smile on your lips, you’re kissing him once again, hands threading themselves into the dark hair at the back of his neck. Nam-gyu’s hands hastily shove up the shirt you had on. He’s placing his palms on your ribcage, thumbs just under your breasts, and pulling you into him.

When he needs air, despite depriving himself of it for far too long, he’s slumping into the couch bonelessly, eyes fluttering open to look at you sat so prettily on his lap. Despite being bruised and still covered in dried blood, he thinks you’re the most picturesque thing to have graced his field of view.

“I’m sorry I was….am…such a dick..” Nam-Gyu mumbles, eyes trailing over your body trying to memorize every intricacy. “You don’t deserve it..I was a horrible roommate, I was-“

“Annndd~ I literally was literally dealing drugs and tried to kill your boss in front of you- I’m not a saint either.” You say, one of your hands releasing his hair to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the skin.

Nam-Gyu, much to your surprise, doesn’t shy away from your touch, he’s turning his face into your hand and nuzzling your palm. “Still…” he huffs, lips brushing against your palm. He pouts like a dejected kid, mind racing through every single time he had argued with you or was more than an unsavory roommate.

You let out a yelp when he nips at your skin, “What the fuck was that for?!”

“That’s for not fucking telling me you were some badass drug dealer, here I was thinking you were some prissy office siren who never did drugs- you gave me more than one glare when I was railing lines off the coffee table.” Nam-gyu chuckles, dark eyes roaming your face.

“I was fucked up high!” You laugh, pushing at his chest, “I wasn’t glaring, I can’t judge you for doing that shit, you’re a grown man- I was so fucking high my eyes were about to shut on their own while I was standing.”

Both of you begin to laugh, short chuckles and soft giggles turning into full on, boisterous laughter. It was so cheesy, both of you too caught up in your own emotions and insecurities that neither of you thought of what could be if you both just sat down and talked like adults.

“Well then, now that I know you are down for some substances~” He says, catching his breath.

“Ew, don’t say it like that”

Nam-Gyu laughs once more, shifting slightly to reach into his back pocket. He pulls out a small ziplock bag, brightly colored with a trippy design, immediately you can smell the dank aroma of weed, “Why don’t you let me roll for you, and tomorrow I can take you out properly.”

You smile, nodding, taking the bag from his hand to inspect the green flower, “you wanna take me out while I look like this?” You say lifting your free hand to point at your bruised and cut face.

“Oh hell yeah, you look tough as shit.” Nam-Gyu nods, hand dropping from your waist to tap playfully on your ass a couple times. “If you wanna heal and settle before I take you out, by all means….but I’m taking you out as soon as the bruise is gone.”

When he finishes his sentence Nam-Gyu leans in, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your bruised flesh. “I’m done being stupid, bein’ a dick…” His words trail off as he repeats every time he was an ass to you over and over in his head.

When he would turn on the washer to make she shower go cold- it wasn’t to piss you off, it was really so he could hear the cute squeal you let out and hear how you sounded yelling his name. He learned quickly he liked the way his name sounded coming out of your mouth.

When he would banish you from the kitchen while he was cooking, it wasn’t because he found you annoying. It was because he was distracted by your perfume. The second you walked into the kitchen, or even the living room, he could smell you. It was a scent that comforted him in the strangest way- that unfamiliarity scared him.

Nam-Gyu was a loner through and through, he loved his alone time. Hell, he hated the club scene- he’s not even sure how he does the job, it’s like the second he’s clocked in a switch is flipped and he’s on autopilot until he clocks out. All that to say, that is why he lived alone.

But, with rent too high, he needed a roommate despite how much he did not want one. And as much as he’s lied to himself, saying you were possibly the worst roommate to have- he found himself enjoying coming home to evidence of you being there. Your hair ties left on the ground, lipgloss near the front door, the various pairs of shoes that overcrowd his singular pair in the entryway- he loved it.

“You are fucking terrifying.”

“I’m sorry?!” You say with a laugh, looking down at him with your eyebrows furrowed. Your hands fall to his shoulders, pushing yourself back the slightest bit to look at him better.

He shakes his head violently, “no! Not like a bad thing…” he mumbles sheepishly, looking at you through thick lashes, “you just…make me feel things, things I don’t know if I want to feel.”

“Is that a good thing…?” You ask, uneasy, feeling like maybe the kiss you two shared was too much.

“I think.” Nam-Gyu says, his hands grip your waist harder, anchoring you to him as if he was scared he fucked this all up and you’d leave. “The more I’m around you the weirder I feel but I crave more of it…”

You laugh softly, reaching a hand up to caress his cheek, thumb brushing over the bruised skin gently. “Well then, I’d like to help you explore those weird feelings, give you what you crave..”

Nam-Gyu’s heart feels like it skips a beat, his breath is caught in his throat but he’s grinning up at you like the biggest idiot. Leaning into your touch, nuzzling his cheek into your palm, he nods.

“Good.” He responds, his arms wrapping around your back and pulling you into him. Chest to chest he buries his head in the crook of your neck, nose running along your pulse point. “You can start by sleeping in my bed with me tonight.”

He’s up off the couch, carrying you down the hallway before you can even protest. In a fit of giggles you cling to him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. When he feels you tighten around him, his whole body feels warm- he could never get enough of it. And now that he has it, he’s positive that he could never be without it.

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪||OT8

Pairing: OT8 x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: MeanDom!Ateez, Sub!Reader, Name Calling, Gang Bang, Ass Fucking, Unprotected Sex (Please Dont😀), Spanking, Spit, Tit Smacking, Breast Play, Bukkake, Dacryphilia, Oral, Cum Eating, Rough Sex, Degradation, CNC, Choking, Marking, If I Missed Anything🫣👀Lemme Know..

A/N: I can’t believe I was able to get this done before 12am😵‍💫, I tried my best to get this done before midnight, bc I wanted to make sure I posted it on Halloween. I can’t believe it’s officially over now, thank you to everyone who supported me. Rather it was with a like, reblog, a comment, an ask, anything tbh. I received so much love this October and I’m grateful and appreciate to every single one of you😭💙. Also special thanks to @seonghwasbobaeyes for betaing the first half of this fic, you are muchly appreciated babes��! This isn’t the end of the road for Slasher!Ateez👀, we will DEFINITELY be seeing them again! I’m already thinking about what I’m going to write for November tbh..😚. My asks will be opening due to October being over, so send in your requests!

Kinktober Masterlist

Ever since your last visit with the two masked men, you had been itching, yearning for more. They left you with an undying last in your mouth. You craved them, how sinners crave sin. They were addicting, they were like a forbidden fruit.

You hadn’t heard a peep or even seen a peep of them in weeks. You had been on the lookout constantly, trying to find any trace of them. It's like your neighbors knew you were on the fence. Making sure to greet you everyday, going out of their way to make sure you were happy. They so easily picked up your emotions. It's like you bonded with every single one of them. Wanting to get into better spirits you decided to throw a small Halloween party inviting the guys from the neighborhood as a way to say thanks for all they do, and thanks for being there for you.

You were at home prepping the food when suddenly the lights went out in your home. Letting out an annoyed huff you make your way to your circuit breaker box. Walking past your bedroom you notice a figure in your room, hiding behind the wall, you try to steady your breath clearly worked up and scared by what you saw, you quietly try to creep down the hall when your lights cut back on. Wanting to see if it was your eyes playing tricks on you, or if there was someone actually in your home you slowly make your way to the bedroom. As soon as you cut the corner to your room you see one of the masked men in your bedroom, sitting on your bed, man spreading widely. Energy as heavy as stone, he sat like he owned not only your hole, he sat like he owned you, and every move you made. Getting up slowly, he walks towards you, slow long strides.

Putting his hands up on the frame of the door. His muscular body takes up the whole door frame.

“And where are you running off to, pretty girl?”

Your eyes grow big, backing away slowly, your back bumps into a hard frame behind you. Looking up you see Mingi towering over you, staring down at your helpless frame.

“Don’t you look cute in your pajamas.” Mingi says with a large smirk on his face, running his fingers over the lace trim on the bottom of your sleep shorts. Jongho walks over to you, peeling his body off of the door frame. His large frame crushes you between him and Mingi. You can barely see his eyes through the mask, yet you can feel the intensity radiating from the person beneath it.

“Wh-what’s going on…” you whisper out through a shaky breath. Gripping your hips Mingi pulls your ass against him, grinding his hard on, onto you. Jongho moves closer, his chest completely crushing you. Gripping the front of your pajama shorts he plays with the lace on them, letting his hand slowly fall to the front of them, gradually untying the ribbon that keeps them up. Loosening the shorts, they fall dangerously low on your hips.

“What do you think is going on darling?” Seonghwa says, smooth voice floating out beneath his mask, making his way into your bedroom room. He seats himself on the bed. Man spreading his legs wide open, your eyes drift over the female plastic mask he’s wearing, down to the bricked cock beneath his skin tight pants. When Jongho squishes your body even further in between him and Mingi.

“I-I don’t kn-.” Your sentence gets cut off when the other two masked men enter, the largest one of the group takes up the whole door frame, while the shorter broader one stands in front of him. With his head cocked to the side. A shiver runs up your spine. Your brain can barely process what’s going on in front of you. All you want to do is flee but it feels like your feet are cemented to the ground.

“Look at her.” Yunho says, stepping forward into the room, clearing his large stature out of the door frame. San lets out a loud chuckle, making his way towards you.

“She looks like a deer caught in headlights.” San says through a laugh, walking on the other side of you while Yunho goes on the opposite. Caging your body in by all four men, while Seonghwa sits on the small bed watching you.

“I know you guys aren’t starting the game without us.” Wooyoung whines out, walking into the room, face paint smeared across his face yet with the lack of the red lights you can see clear as day that it’s Wooyoung. Trying to strain your neck between the men who are caging you in.

“Wooyoung, what’s going on?” You whisper shout, as if the men couldn’t hear you in the same confined room. Letting out a loud laugh, he walked over, looking at your poor helpless frame. Your body does a noticeable shiver.

“Do you want me to save you?” He says through a fake coo. Yeosang stands in the doorway, leaning his muscular form against it. Looking at you behind his mask he makes his way slowly over. Pushing through the cage the boys have you in.

“No…I think she wants all of us to help her out.” He says while he runs his gloved hand up your body. Starting from your chest, running it between your breasts, settling his covered hand around your throat. It's like deja vu, you start getting various flashbacks of each time one of these men have rearranged your guts, and practically broke your spine.

“Do you need saving darling?” Seonghwa says, standing up off the bed, making his way towards you with long slow strides, the men who caged your body slowly back away, making room for Seonghwa. His tall frame easily towers over yours. Soaking you in from head to toe.

“Of course not Seonghwa she doesn’t need saving, she needs to be fucked like the slut she is.” Hongjoong says, gripping your throat pulling your body against his invisible one. Manhandling you with ease, you swear you can see every person in the room, eyes darken instantaneously.

“Is that what it is dear? You need us to bend you over and rearrange your guts?” Seonghwa says, gripping your chin lightly while Hongjoongs hand continues to hold you tightly. Letting out a small whimper your eyes dart around to every man surrounding you in this room. Your lower belly grows hot with need. Hot with want, hot with flashbacks of every orgasm you’ve had with the individuals in this room. You open your mouth, just to close it once more, not exactly sure what words you are trying to speak. But you can tell by the way they are crowding you, and the way you are drinking them all in. You want nothing more than for them to break you.

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Wrapping your hand around Yeosangs cock, you continue to pump his dick up and down. Fist tight to make sure he gets as much pleasure as possible. Gripping your chin in his hand, San turns your face towards him, cock deep down your throat, with his other hand on the back of your head, you gag with every powerful thrust he delivers to your throat. Eyes watering with unshed tears. San lets out a loud laugh, gripping the back of your head even tighter. Slamming his hips into your mouth..

“Look at this slut crying. Go on baby, cry on my cock.” San grits out, the pleasure that your warm mouth is giving him is becoming too much. Hongjoong lines himself up with your entrance, not even giving you time to prep, he slams his cock deep into your cunt. Body driving forward your nose bumps against Sans pelvic area. Letting out a loud sadistic laugh, he starts out at a rough pace, jack hammering your body forward. Causing a quick rhythm between him and San. Your hand starts to fall slack around Yeosangs cock. Gripping your head, Yeosang turns your face towards him.

“Do it right slut.” He grits out, squeezing your cheeks so tightly that he can feel Sans cock slide in and out of your mouth.

“Stretch her out.” Seonghwa says, the heaviest presence in the room. He stands up, hard cock in his hand, he slides under you. Your breast jiggling in his face, gripping your left breast, he runs his long cool tongue over your nipple. You squeeze your eyes shut, too immersed in the pleasure.

Mingi makes his way behind Hongjoong who is hammering away at you, collecting the drool that is hitting the floor from the way San is making you choke and gag on his cock. He wets his fingers, sliding them down to your puckered hole, you let out a moan so loud that all the boys can hear you. Sliding one finger in, your eyes grow huge, tears starting to run down your face by all the pleasure you are feeling.

Gripping your face harshly San gathers all the spit in his mouth, letting it slowly drop down to his cock, hitting your lips, it aids in the drool on the floor. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the taste of him. You can taste him in more ways than one, and it has your head clouded with nothing but hot lust.

“Such a whore who loves to be degraded.” San grits out, watching you suck him down your throat.

“Look at her crying again.” Yeosang says while your grip tightens and untightens on his cock. Mocking you through a fake coo. Letting his hand travel down, he grips the breast Seonghwa isn’t paying attention to, squeezing your nipple, just as he’s squeezing Mingi slips his second finger in your ass trying to stretch you out as much as possible. Tears are running down your face rapidly, your pussy clenches on Hongjoong, letting out a loud groan. He slams his hips up into you once more before pulling out, chest heaving up and down. Holding his orgasm back, wanting to save it to paint your body.

Wooyoung lets out a small laugh, clearly enjoying the view of you getting rag dolled all over the place, sliding into the place of Hongjoong, he taps his cock against your wet cunt, sliding his cock in between your wet pussy lips, making sure with every thrust up he nudges your clit. Pulling back San bites his lip, gripping your head even tighter trying to fight the urge to cum all over your face, he slides back letting Yunho in. Letting out a choked cough, you intake as much air as possible. Trying to catch your breath before Yunhos large frame towers over your small body.

“Look at this slut..” he says while hooking your bottom jaw with his thumb. Jongho stands behind Yunho, getting an eye full of you, tilting his head to the side almost like he’s studying you.

“Wanting to take us all..” Jongho says, continuing Yunhos sentence.

“She wants us in every way…” Mingi finishes after Jongho speaks.

Moving on the side of your body, Mingi pulls his fingers out, feeling like you’ve been stretched enough, he lets Seonghwa know that you are prepped and ready for whatever he is ready to give you. Sliding out from under you, Wooyoung and Seonghwa trade spots. With his wet fingers Mingi slowly strokes his cock while Seonghwa slides in between your wet cunt. Making sure that he soaks his cock with your juices that are practically pouring down, he lines himself up with your puckered hole. Sliding in slowly, inch my inch. Your eyes scrunch shut, the feeling of him sliding in your ass is unlike any other feeling you’ve ever felt. You grip Yunhos thighs for stability, just as you are about to let out the loudest moan, Yunho slides his cock into your mouth, instantly stuffing it. Wooyoung lines himself up with your sopping cunt that is dripping down onto his cock, your arousal just leaking all over him. Yeosang and Jongho stand on opposite sides of you, large bodies towering over your frame. Bunching your eyes shut, Wooyoung slides easily into your pussy. Shooting your eyes open you let out a loud, muffled moan. Placing your hands out, trying your best to find your balance while Seonghwa is fucking your ass, Wooyoung is deep in your cunt, while Yunhos large cock is deep down your throat.

Gripping Yeosangs and Jonghos cock in your hand, you slowly start to pump them, making sure to pay extra attention to the head of their cocks. With each stroke the members are giving you, you are seeing heaven behind your eyes, Seonghwa continuously slaps your ass cheeks while he strokes deep in your puckered hole, watching your ass cheek welt with each deep stroke he delivers to you. Wooyoungs balls are dripping with your arousal, inner thighs shining with your juices. While Yunho grips the sides of your face, making sure you take his cock as far as your small throat will let him.

San, Mingi, and Hongjoongs degradation fill your ears. Making you on the brink of the most powerful orgasm.

“Look at this hungry cock slut.” Hongjoong says, slowly stroking his cock, watching everyone have their turn with you.

“Look at her crying over how good all of our cocks are…” Mingi grits out, grabbing his balls while he beats his cock. Making sure to collect the drool that leaves your mouth on his hands so he can stroke himself with ease.

“Nothing but a cock sleeve for all of us.” San says with his head tilted back, stroking himself, matching the rhythm at which they all are fucking you.

Mingi makes his way over to Seonghwa, watching the way his cock slides in and out of your ass. Gripping one cheek so it��s easier for Seonghwa to get a feel of your warm wet hole. He gathers the spit in his mouth letting it drop onto your puckered hole. The cool sensation differs from the warmth of Seonghwas length sliding in and out of you. Hongjoong lets out a small chuckle at the way you whine every time someone spits on you, he makes his way towards Yunho, holding the sides of your throat, giving it a slight squeeze your breathing stutters, with his hands tightening around you throat he can feel Yunho slide in and out, the feeling is delicious, the lack of oxygen heats your body up.

Wooyoung reaches up, squeezing one of your tits in his hand while he strokes his cock in and out of your warm walls. Giving your nipple a pinch, you let out a muffled whine. Reeling his hand back he slaps your tit, the sudden feeling of the impact causes your jaw to drop, eyes fluttering in immense pleasure. He lets out a high pitched laugh, slapping your other tit, you feel the skin of your breast heat up with each heavy slap. The warmth that spreads through your body, has your toes clenching, you feel your orgasm charging its way through your body. Before you can get yours, Seonghwa is going to make sure all of them get theirs.

“You know what she’s only good for..” Seonghwa spits out through clenched teeth, pulling back swiftly, Wooyoung, and Yunho pull back as well. Urging you to sit on your knees with your mouth open. The members gather around you, stroking their cocks rapidly. With a loud groan, all of them cum almost in sync. Opening your mouth last minute you have drool running down your chest, with your tongue sticking out, trying to catch as much of their cum on your tongue as you can.

“This whore is only good for catching cum.” Seonghwa pants out. As they watch their cum drip down your body, it pools right between your legs, creating a small puddle. Letting out a low growl, Seonghwa moves forward first. Gripping the back of your throat he shoves you face down into the floor.

Running his hands down your back, he hikes your hips up into the air, your sticky chest comes in contact with the floor, creating a tacky feeling on your skin.

Cock already brick hard again, he taps it against your puckered hole, slipping in with ease once again. You let out a loud cry, throat sore from all the throat fucking you still let out loud moans with each buck of Seonghwas hips. Making his way over swiftly Mingi grabs your shoulders, lifting you up so your back is flush against Seonghwas chest, he lays down cock standing straight up, maneuvering you Mingi brings you down on his cock with the aid of Seonghwa. Letting out a loud cry once more your body falls forward, becoming chest to chest with Mingi. Gripping your neck Seonghwa pulls you back up, fingers tightly wrapping around your throat, destined to leave marks.

Wooyoung and Yeosang stand on opposite sides of your body, gripping your breast, before giving your chest a firm slap. Your body jolts forward, yet with Seonghwas tight grip on your throat you go nowhere. All the other members make their way towards you with their heavy, cum dripping cocks in their hands.

“You are going to be a good girl, and take all of our cum.” Seonghwa grunts into your ear before hiking his hips forward, biting your lip, you nod your head. Chest heaving with want. Mingi lets out a deep groan..

“Fuckkkkk…she’s dripping down my cock. Are you going to make a mess on our cocks, princess?” Adjusting his hips slightly, Mingi hikes his hips up into yours. Gripping your ass cheeks so you are spread even further for Seonghwa. The members step closer to you both.

“You are going to swallow all of their cum, then you are going to take our cum in this tight ass, and wet cunt of yours.” Seonghwa says knowingly, letting out a loud whimper by the authority in Seonghwas voice you nod as much as you can with his fingers still tightly wrapped around your throat.

Giving your ass a hard slap, Mingi jiggles the cheeks of your ass.

“Alright princess, who do you want to swallow first?”

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[gallavichthings]

Hello and welcome to Gallavich Week 2025!

This year we're back to one-word general prompts and I hope you're ready to get creative!

Gallavich Week 2025 will run 15-21 of June. As always, all kinds of work are welcome, as long as they are original. Please read the guidelines after the break before posting.

Day 1 (June 15) - Sports

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Day 3 (June 17) - Laughter

Day 4 (June 18) - Pain

Day 5 (June 19) - Riding

Day 6 (June 20) - Rainbow

Day 7 (June 21) - Free

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[flowerwiththemachinegun]

I dunno, just a funny little scenario that played out in my mind though I couldn’t translate it to words very well. It’s written so I’ll post it. I really like the idea of Sephiroth being the sweetest Yandere in the world. Like yea a little property destruction and harm to others, but he’d never hurt you. He just loves you so so so much, poor baby gets overloaded with emotions.

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You roll over, tucking yourself into the blanket, letting out a long sigh. “Get out.” You say almost a little too sweetly. It’s hard to hold your composure after he’s completely ravished your body.

“Really?” He questions, walking around to the other side of the bed to make eye contact with you. “You can’t possibly still be upset, I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Pouting. Of course he’s fucking pouting, gods you could just go back to riding that pretty face of his. But fuck this is exactly how you ended up in this situation. 20+ missed calls and lord knows how many texts confessing love, anger, plus death threats for whomever you’re with next.

If we’re being honest, you absolutely love that THE Sephiroth is obsessed with you. That Sephiroth is in love with you at all is amazing to you because you love him but-Did you expect him to be a stalker? No. Did you expect 12am arguments because he’s suspicious of other men(insecure but he won’t own it this early)? Nope. Did you expect him to bust in and almost ruin you and Tseng’s mission because he’s sure Tseng has feelings for you? Absolutely fucking not. This man even accused Angeal of looking at you the “wrong” way. He’s never looked your way again.

“Don’t ignore me y/n.”

Pulling yourself back to the conversation at hand you finally look Sephiroth in his eyes. “You know you’re an absolute loose cannon right? A ticking time bomb really.” You say, narrowing your eyes at him. “You kicked down my front door, yes I want you out.”

Making his way into bed regardless of your weak attempts of pushing him back and your even weaker portrayal of being mad at him cause him to chuckle. Sephiroth wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close and peppering you in kisses. “Y/N, my love, you should’ve taken that into consideration before you fucked me. Besides, you know I’m not going anywhere. You’re supposed to show me what forever truly means.”

[leighsartworks216]

The Sound of Being Loved

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Possibly OOC. I'm posting this at like 12am and I am so tired sleepy but I needed to finish this Or Else

Warnings: some hurt/comfort, talk about The Scar™️

Word Count: 737

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Astarion let out a stiff breath as your fingers brushed over the scar. The poem. The sigil. Whatever it was Cazador'd carved into his back.

You'd asked him about it before. He'd answer curtly and bitterly - as he’d always done when his master was the subject of conversation. But that was so long ago now. At least, it felt quite long ago. He couldn't really be sure. All he knew was things were finally dying down and becoming normal. As normal as things could be, anyway. And you couldn't stop yourself from asking again.

That's how you ended up straddling his thighs as he laid chest-down on the bed.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," you reminded him softly. You kept repeating the phrase when he tensed beneath your fingers, or got that quiet, distant aura about him.

He hummed, turning his head to peek over his shoulder at you. He offered the most reassuring smile he could muster. "Go on," he encouraged. "He's dead - it doesn't matter anymore."

You tilted your head. Sharp eyes studied him, searching for any hint of a lie. He sighed quietly as your hand massaged the back of his neck. "But it still happened," you said, "you still hate it."

He smirked, but his quiet voice gave away the false confidence. "You know me too well, darling."

"Yes," you leaned down to kiss his cheek, "I do." He turned his head slightly more to catch your lips for a momentary kiss. Your lips hovered over his, eyes boring into his soul, searching. "I can stop."

"No. Please. I... I want you to know every part of me. I trust you."

You kissed him once more, languid and sweet, before sitting back up. He closed his eyes and tried to relax under your fingers. They danced across his back, tracing each line in their circular pattern. One hand slid to his waist to thumb circles into his side. He wondered why for a moment. Surely it would be easier to feel each infernal letter with both hands? Then he realized: it was a distraction. You were giving him something to focus on while you studied his back. His undead heart stuttered in his chest.

“I could translate it,” you whisper. It’s a gentle offer. “If you wanted to know what it says.”

Cazador is dead, he reminds himself. Whatever the bastard carved into his skin, it shouldn’t hold so much power over him anymore. But the thought of knowing exactly what was written there… His lips pursed.

You pressed a kiss to his spine, in between the circles of text. He lets out a breath. “No. Let it die with him.”

You’re quiet as you go back to tracing. He wonders if you’re translating it in your mind. He… doesn’t mind the thought - not as much as he thought he would. He trusts you, enough to know you would take the words to your grave. They would never be used against him, held over him as leverage. They’d just sit in a corner of your mind and collect dust, until their meaning is lost forever. He doesn’t mind that at all.

Once you’ve felt all of the letters, your hand traces the circles themselves. Starting right at the center, you go out ring by ring. Where scarred lines branch off, you ghost your touch up and down the ridges. There are several at the bottom of the scar. It almost looks like dripping wax, sealed into his skin forever. Imagining what it was like hurts too much.

He peeks over his shoulder again as he feels your hands, full, flat-palmed on his skin, sliding over his sides. You lay on top of him, sliding your arms around him, squished between his stomach and the bed. You’re so warm. Your head rests between his shoulder blades, breaths sliding across his back and shoulders like a warm summer breeze. His body fully relaxed into the affection. All tension faded away, and he allowed his eyes to close in the comfort.

“I love you,” you hum near his ear. “My beautiful star.”

Astarion smiles. “I love you, too. My dearest blood donor.” He relishes in the way you laugh against him, full and bright and free. And he hopes, when he’s lived for centuries more, and loses the spark of life in his eye, he remembers exactly how it sounds to be loved.

[holbrookswifey]

Seven minutes

James Hetfield (1998 Garage Inc era) x f!reader

Summary: You went to a party with the Metallica members and drink a lot alongside them until you're dared to play seven minutes in heaven with James. Everything is going well until it gets spicy in the closet.

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, intercourse while intoxicated, mention of alcohol, handjob, choking kink.

A/N: I was planning to post this for a while until I hit a writer's block, but I hope you enjoy some James smut! Also, I'm taking requests, so feel free to leave any requests in my questions on my profile. Love you all that show support on my fics! ❤️

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It's late at night and you're at a party with James and the other three boys. You and James have drank quite a lot, and it's only 11pm, but everyone is also very drunk based on how slurred their speech is and how wild everyone is behaving. A lot of couples that were invited are making out in the corners of the rooms, or even on the couches in the house.

You've drank a lot tonight which has made you feel a little more than tipsy as you have a glass of bourbon in your hand while James and the other boys have beer bottles, making them almost to the point of drunk out of their minds.

It hits 12am and everyone is drunk out of their minds, especially Lars and James since they have drank very heavily but somehow still aware of what they're doing. Someone in the party suggests to play truth or dare, which you were unsure of at first, but the boys made sure you were involved, so you gave in and joined in.

You all sit down in a circle, which you have James on one side of you and Kirk on the other, making you feel intimidated in a way because most of them are guys and some of their girlfriends have joined to play, so there are almost ten of you playing the game.

One of the guys grab an empty beer bottle, holding it up like a trophy, speaking like a baseball game announcer.

"We shall use this bottle." He says in a slightly slurred tone.

"Isn't that just spin the bottle then?" You ask, slightly confused based on the premises of how using a bottle in truth or dare instead of playing spin the bottle.

Everyone looks at you before looking back at the clearly intoxicated guy, basically siding with you and your logic. His smugness falls as he thinks about it.

"Eh. Truth or dare, spin the bottle, I don't care." He slurs again, placing the bottle in the middle of the group, to which the game begins.

After almost fifteen minutes, there's been a lot of crazy truths that have been spilled and dares that have been done from a guy and a girl swapping shirts to two guys making out in front of the group, which has made most of them laugh, including yourself. Some of them even had to go either pantless or shirtless for certain amounts of time to make everyone laugh.

Now it was Lars' turn to have a go, which you see his eyes look at you mischievously. He's always been known to make fun of you liking James since he once looked at a letter you wanted to send to James bit he somehow got to it before you could send it, so he and Kirk knows that you like James.

"Y/n. Truth or dare?" Lars asks, making you feel put on the spot even though you feel buzzed and almost drunk out of your mind.

You contemplate between embarrassment and humility for a few seconds before you make up your mind. "Dare."

Lars, even in his drunken state, eyes both you and James before he decides to take this dare to the next level.

"I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with James." Lars says as he points at James.

James looks over at you. You can tell that he's obviously drunk but he's well aware of what's going on around him. You feel your cheeks burn and tinge with a pink colour, your heart racing at the thought of what you and James could get up to while you're locked away in the small, confined closet, but you decide to get it over and done with.

"Fuck it." You say while climbing to your feet, looking at James who's already on his feet, walking towards the closest closet.

You and James find one in the next bedroom, slipping into it and sitting on the floor next to him. You both sit in silence, not sure what to say to one another.

You look around the closet just to take in your surroundings before your eyes land on his pants on accident, seeing that he's semi-hard. Your eyes widen a little as to why he has an erection until you feel his blue eyes looking at you staring at him. He has a half smirk on his face, causing your cheeks to heat up and burn with embarrassment.

"Looking for something?" James asks in somewhat of a purr, but also amused at the same time.

You look away from his gaze, but he tests you based on how you feel since you're getting an achy sensation in your lower stomach. He moves closer, still not ashamed of his hard on as he says something in a low voice. "We only have seven minutes. Gotta do something to pass the time, right?" He says

You realise that he's right. This is a chance to make a move. If you can even get to it first. He suddenly cups your cheek with his hand, pulling you in for a kiss, which you immediately kiss him back. He pulls away after a few seconds before he kisses you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth slowly, trying to prolong the sensation.

He pulls you onto his lap, wanting to let you take the lead. You both pull away from the kiss, breaths heavy and loud.

"I never pegged you the submissive type." You tease James, but also curious as to why he'd be submissive when he was always the one to take the lead.

He smirks, knowing that this question was going to come around sooner or later. "You'd be surprised." He growls, hearing the slight purr in his voice when it's groggy, and it's beginning to turn you on.

He reaches for your shirt, pulling it open without the buttons falling off as he begins to kiss you on the side of your neck, one of his hands pulling your shirt open the rest of your way and sliding his hand underneath your bra. His hand slithers underneath and cups your breast, caressing it and giving it a light squeeze every so often as he feels your nipple harden against the palm of his hand, tickling his skin of his palm.

You moan softly, loving how he's touching you and making out with your neck at the same time that could you would think he could send you into an orgasm right now. You feel him begin to suck on your neck, feeling a hickey form right under his lips as he moves his hands to the sleeves of your shirt, pulling it off and unclipping your bra.

He slowly pulls your bra off your shoulders, revealing your breasts and your hard nipples that is caused from your high arousal. He kisses you again as you tug at his shirt, your lips pulling apart as you pull his sleeveless hoodie over his head and your lips meet once again, your bare chests touching as you make out.

He moves his hands down to your waist encircling them around you as your hand slides down to his black jeans, sneaking into them and past his boxers to find his hard cock, your hand wrapping around it and slowly beginning to pump him, making him moan, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he squeezes his eyes closed.

His breaths are hot against your neck as he lets out moans and whimpers of his own as you slowly pump him, his cock hardening even more than it already has. You swipe the tip of his dick, feeling the pre-cum begin to leak out of the hole and wet the pad of your thumb before he pulls your hand out of his pants. He immediately lets his hands move to the buttons on your shorts, undoing them and unzipping the zipper and tugging them off, seeing the lacy panties you're wearing underneath the denim of your shorts.

He can see the wet spot that has formed in the fabric, feeling a rush of pride as he lets your shorts fall next to the rest of your clothes. You decide to reach down for his jeans, but he stops you, his hands doing the same thing you were just about to do. He unzips his jeans, sliding them down his legs and letting them pool around his ankles with his boxers, his cock slapping his lower stomach where he's more hard than he ever has been in his life.

As you're about to reach down to jerk him off again, he stops you, his own hand wrapping around himself and pumping himself a few times, getting himself ready as he lets himself go and reaches down, slowly dragging your panties down to your ankles as he sees your folds are also glistened with pre-cum. He leans back, letting you be in charge, so you take the hint and climb onto his lap, your pussy lips hovering over his hard cock, your insides throbbing with the thought of him inside you.

You lower yourself down, gasping softly as you take him inside you slowly, moaning as you keep lowering yourself mixed with gasping as you've never been with someone with a perfect dick like his. He groans too, letting out a small sound between a low whimper and a moan which turns you on even more since you like a guy who's not afraid to make sounds during sex.

You slowly rock your hips, rolling them slowly at first to get used to his size, soft moans falling from your lips as you feel his cock head hitting that spongy spot inside of you, eliciting a whine from both you and him. He gently grabs the back of your head, resting your forehead against his own as his lips are parted slightly, same as yours and his eyes are closed tight, trying to keep his orgasm at bay.

He grabs your hips, guiding you to the pace he likes, making him hit your sweet spot over and over again that you're sure that you can feel him hit your cervix and maybe even your intestines, making the moans you're eliciting become louder and louder. His moans grow loud too, which a hint of submissiveness flashes in his icey blue eyes, looking into your own.

"Choke me." He whimpers, almost begging you to do it.

"What?" You ask, slightly surprised that those words slipped from his mouth considering he was never the one to be submissive, even to the most kinkiest women.

"You heard me." He replies, seeming very interested at the thought.

You hesitate before you bring your hand up to the front of his neck, wrapping your fingers around his thick neck. You can feel his heartbeat inside, even the blood pumping around in his neck. He immediately closes his eyes, his moans getting as loud as yours.

"That's it, mama." He whimpers in a deep voice, your eyes widening but a wave of arousal swims around your body, making you move your hips even faster.

He holds your lower back with both of his big and surprisingly soft hands, guiding your thrusts on top of him as he soaks in the feeling of you choking him. When he opens his eyes, he looks up at you, giving you his signature open-mouthed smile, making your stomach flutter at the sight of it. You lean down and kiss his neck, sucking on it to leave a few hickies like what he did to you.

As he feels his orgasm approach, he groans, setting his hand on top of yours that's on his neck, his eyes pleading as he acts submissive. "Mama...can I cum?" He asks, his puppy dog eyes showing. You feel his Adam's apple bob when he swallows, pushing against the skin of his neck and the palm of your hand.

You nod, not denying him his orgasm even though you think you're not cut out to be the dominant type. "Yes, daddy." You reply, wanting him to feel powerful.

His eyes darken again, but he doesn't take over. He makes your hand tighten around his neck as he cums inside of you, biting his lower lip as he lets his orgasm release.

He holds the side of your neck, his thumb against your jawbone as his eyes are dark with lust, replacing the pleading eyes he had not long ago. He thrusts himself up into you, trying to get you to release.

"Come on, mama. Let daddy feel you cum on his dick." He praises, trying to tip you over the edge.

You let out a whimper and a moan as James thrusts up one last time before you cum, feeling you squirt onto his lap and pelvis bone. You let your hand unwrap from around his neck as you both come down from your high.

He holds you tight and strokes the back of your head, the padding of his thumb moves up and down on top of your hair as his chin is resting on the other side of your head. You rub your hands up and down his back, feeling the slickness of sweat layered on the muscles of his back but you don't mind as you both sit there in each other's arms as you recover.

As you pull away, you hear someone yell from the other room. "Your seven minutes are up!"

You both slowly climb off each other and get dressed, helping each other straighten your clothes and hair, trying to make sure you both look like you just didn't pull off having sex in the closet. You both exit the closet, making your way back to the group.

As you enter through the doorway you see Lars' eyes on you and James, smirking. As everyone notices you both walk in, a majority see the hickies on each other's necks, knowing exactly what the two of you did. You feel embarrassment rise within you whereas James looks content and carefree.

"Looks like you two had a fun time in the closet." Lars comments with a knowing smirk.

"Shut up, Lars." You reply in an annoyed tone, sitting next to James to continue the game.

[arbitrarykiwi]

Hii!! It’s my birthday soon (feb 17th to be exact 🌝) so i was wondering if you could do a nam-gyu x reader x thanos imagine where it’s readers birthday and they go all out, wanting her to have a special birthday

The Happiest of Birthdays!

OMG!!!! HAPPY (early when I’m posting this) BIRTHDAY!!! you've quite literally been with my lil page since the start so I had to quickly whip something up!!! I wanted to touch base on how they would go about the entire day of the readers birthday so I cooked up some various things to discuss!! I also had someone request a thangyu themed birthday smut sooooo that will also be coming down the line >:)

Warnings: sfw, mention of weed/smoking, probably definitely ooc nam-gyu and thanos

While Thanos and Nam-Gyu both have their own likes and dislikes about their own birthdays- one things for certain they LOVE your birthday. They both will coordinate, saving months in advance to pull money together to spoil you on your special day (one of the few times they can work together and not against each other).

Thanos and Nam-Gyu both have multiple reminders in their phones about your birthday, they plan weeks in advance to know what they’re going to do for you as a celebration, and they love spoiling you! Over the years they learned that working together as much as they can on your birthday is the best- the times that they didn’t work together led to many duplicate gifts and many double reservations at the same restaurant. It’s what happens when great minds think alike and you’re so easy to buy for!!!

Nam-gyu is the type of guy to have an alarm set at 12am the day of your birthday to be one of the first ones to text you or tell you ‘happy birthday’. Thanos tries to do it too- wanting to beat Nam-Gyu at being the first to text you, but he always sleeps through his alarms. Nam-gyu also remembers the time you were born so the initial 12am birthday wishes are always followed by a ‘even though it’s not technically your birthday yet’

Thanos definitely gets a little upset that Nam-Gyu always seems to text you or tell you happy birthday first. Thanos always falls asleep right before 12am or is asleep in your arms, drooling on your chest before 12am. He sets alarms like Nam-Gyu but he always sleeps through them, he swears that his phone alarms don’t work (even though they do, and you often suffer the consequences of the blaring ship horn and flashing light that he has programmed as his phone alarm)

Let’s be real- they never text you happy birthday anyway. They’re always with you the day before and the day of your birthday (and probably the day after too) The day before your birthday, you’ll probably all find yourself in bed smoking a blunt, watching TV. Thanos is half asleep curled up by your side, nodding off every so often-he can’t help it when your thighs are so comfy. You are also half asleep, eyes fluttering shut then snapping open when the show you three were watching got too loud. Nam-gyu has his arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side where you belong, kissing your head every time he passes you the blunt- he’s gotta spoil the (soon to be) birthday girl as much as he can.

When 12am strikes, Nam-Gyu is waking you up suddenly from your moment dozing off with a kiss to your cheek, mumbling a “happy birthday, pretty” into your skin. You can’t help but to giggle and blink open your eyes sleepily, turning to him. Your hands reach up to cup his cheeks and pull him in for a proper kiss. It’s slow, sweet and lazy. The movement and rustling of the sheets would inevitably wake up Thanos who is whining and nipping at your thigh, annoyed Nam-Gyu yet again, got to wish you happy birthday before him. You giggle, pulling away from Nam-gyu, turning to meet Thanos who’s sitting up to meet your lips in a kiss, one hand coming to the back of your head to cradle you and deepen the kiss despite you giggling against his lips. When he pulls away, the purple haired male is mumbling a “happy birthday, my beautiful flower” against your lips.

They also make it a tradition to make sure flowers are the first thing you see when they wake up. You’re the birthday girl- you get to sleep in! And with it being such a special day, more often than not they’re out of bed before you. They always struggle to get out of the bed and crawl away from the warmth of your touch but they know it’s a sacrifice they must make to make their pretty girl happy!!

One thing about the both of them though- you’re not gonna get any cards from them. Little keepsakes with a small note written on it….maybe. They both have shit handwriting and are horrible when it comes to writing down what they want to say. They’d rather just say it to you. Thanos likes to say cards are far too expensive for what they are (he’s right), that card companies are a scam (again he’s kinda right). Nam-gyu just doesn’t understand the point of them, he thinks you’re gonna read it once then throw it in a drawer that will eventually pile up with other insignificant cards you receive (he’s wrong, you’d cherish anything they gave you).

Nam-gyu always bakes you a birthday cake. He asks you directly what flavor you want and asks you to send him ideas of what you want the design to be. Somehow he executes it perfectly. Whatever design or shape you want- magically makes it happen. You genuinely don’t know how he does it but he has a unique gift for cooking and baking although he adamantly denies he has a talent for either. The catch you have you deal with when Nam-gyu makes your cake (and that’s every year you’re with them) is that you never get to see it early and only see it when it’s brought to the table. As much as you try to fight it, wanting to catch sneak peaks of the inevitable masterpiece of a cake, both Nam-Gyu and Thanos never let you see it before the time of presenting it to you while singing happy birthday because they simply adore capturing the picture of your adorable first reaction to the cake.

Speaking of bringing the cake to you, that’s one of the odd things they trade off doing year to year. It’s one of the strange intricacies they have but you can’t complain. They both love having their own pictures them handing you the cake. They can never get enough of the still images they have of you looking up to them like they hung the moon, mouth hung open or hands covering your mouth in shock, more often than not there’s tears welling in your eyes as you get your first glimpse of the cake Nam-Gyu had expertly crafted and decorated for you. If you don’t go out to eat Nam-gyu will also cook you whatever dinner you want!

On the occasion that you guys do go out to eat. They’d want to take you somewhere super nice. They want to help you pick out the dress, the jewelry, and even take you to get brand new makeup to specifically match your dress. Of course, you don’t pay. They’d sit patiently on your bed and watch you like you hung the moon as you do your makeup. They honestly love watching the whole process from start to finish- they both find it so fascinating. When you’re done and y’all go out and hit the town- they’re showing you off so hard. They know going into the restaurant as the trio you were, you three would get some looks. They lean into it, flaunting you like the prize you are. Nam-gyu would keep one arm wrapped around your back, hand squeezing lightly at your waist and the other hand is palm up, holding your hand to keep you upright while Thanos is kneeling down on the floor of the restaurant lobby to put your heel on his thigh to adjust the strap you minimally complained about- they want the onlookers to know how special you are, so special that you need two men to tend to you, that you’re a goddess to be doted on.

If it’s a year where Nam-Gyu cooks, while Nam-gyu takes care of the cooking, Thanos takes care of the gifts. They spoil you, truly. But more often than not they stick to a larger ‘combined’ gift, a personalized gift from each of them, and a few other little things. Nam-Gyu and Thanos wait till you leave your apartment while they’re both there to discuss their plan of attack. Nam-gyu hates the mall with a vengeance, also hates shopping- that’s why you got Thanos! (Best of both worlds!)- so they will sit together and make a list that Thanos goes out and searches for.

They both prefer to gift you experiences rather than material items because they both say it makes more of a memory. And they’re right. They’ll definitely get you materialistic gifts! But that’s throughout the year! They take you on shopping sprees all the time! (Nam-Gyu doesn’t take you to the mall or in-person stores he takes you on online shopping sprees) Throughout the year they will both work to sneakily try and find out where you want to go. Places on instagram you favorited, posts of cute air bnbs you found online, or even a as far as a city / country you want to go to- they make it happen for your birthday.

They also both post you! Both different in how they do it as always. Thanos normally will compile all the photos he’s taken of you on your birthday and post something at night before the day ends. He always says it’s the perfect way to commemorate your birthday on his social medias. The photos all showcase you, you holding your cake, you sitting across from him at your birthday dinner and smiling all pretty, a picture of your hand in his to showcase the diamond bracelet he got you. He always ends the picture slide show with a photo of him and Nam-gyu kissing your cheek, one of them on either side of you. It’s cute- you can make a slide show of the same picture over the years. It’s a tradition Thanos holds dear. He also doesn’t tag you- he will make the caption the sweetest thing imaginable, post your face twelve times over- but he won’t tag you, he hates that the one time he did you got 200 extra followers, most of which were men who obviously thought you were hot. He already has to share you with Nam-Gyu! He doesn’t want to share with anyone else (besides when he’s posting to brag about his perfect girlfriend).

Nam-Gyu posts a collection of photos he has of you from over the year so he can post it in the morning so you see it on your feed first thing when you open the app. He likes ones where you’re caught off guard, when he comes over to find you asleep on the living room couch or when you’re cooking with him and you’re attention is elsewhere and you’re busy brushing off the flour that Thanos had wiped on the tip of your nose. He also, like Thanos, has a similar picture he posts in the group of photos every year on your birthday. He makes you sit in front of his camera, his free hand not holding your phone to squish your cheeks together. You always end up laughing and that’s his favorite part about it, he captures your wide smile mid laugh. Unlike Thanos though, he tags you in the post- he wants others to see exactly what he has and that no one else (besides Thanos) can have you. He loves going through your requests and denying random guys himself.

It’s all about you on your birthday and that means even late into the night!! When you’re done with the adventures for the day, they’re taking you home and setting up a bath for you- albeit clumsily. They have to have you supervise, making sure they don’t add too many bubbles or overflow the tub. But they add whatever you want into the tub, make sure it’s the perfect temperature and light candles; the whole nine yards. They sit with you in the bathroom so they can roll you a blunt and pass it to you. They hold it up for you so you don’t even have to worry about it getting wet. When you’re done Thanos is grabbing you a towel that they had warming in the dryer. When you step out of the tub, you’re stepping into Nam-Gyu’s arms and he’s wrapping you in the warm embrace of the towel.

Needless today they just adore you and take your birthday as a chance to really show you just how much they appreciate you for putting up with them- everyone knows they’re a handful. But they love their pretty girl so much that they just have to celebrate your birthday in the most over the top ways!!

Hi yall! Sorry for my brief absence I was sick for a bit! But now I’m back! I had to break up the request queue for this special request so hope yall don’t mind 🫶 I’m working on a few more requests at the moment and the next one posted will be the Babydaddy!Nam-gyu x reader smut.

Love yew all! - kiwi

[scremogirl]

✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

Plug! Ony who only really likes getting high if it’s with you. Sure, he’ll have a sesh with his homeboys; but it’s nothing compared to sitting in his lavsious car, his pretty little client next to him. Maybe client is an understatement; crush seems more fitting, no? I mean, he always lets you take the first hit. Wanting to feel the reminmets of your gloss, loving the feeling of giving you an indirect kiss. Can always tell when you get a new flavor, the peach-cherry blossom one is his favorite. Wonders if you’d let him kiss it all off. Or how it’d be smudged all of your face and lips, mixed with his cum as most of it is in the shape of kiss marks on his big dick.

Plug! Ony who spoils you with all the weed and money you want. Whatever you need he got it. From money for your hair to rent or grocery money. At this point he’s starting to view this relationship as more of a sugar daddy/sugar baby type thing. He doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want you just coming to him when you need something. He wants you as his 4life.

Plug! Ony who spots another guy trynna get up on you at Jeans party. Plug! Ony who sees its making you uncomfortable and won’t just stand by and watch. Plug! Ony who comes up to you grabbing a palm full of as and kissing you deep; slipping his tounge in your mouth. He pulls away and looks the guy in his eyes. “You need sum from my girl?” Plug! Ony who watches the guy scamper away and then shifting his gaze to you, only to find you're already lookin at him with a mix of thankfulness and lust.

︎ ⚠︎︎

Plug! Ony who fucks you in the backseat of the same car he uses for your smoke sesh. “O-oh my godddd Pa. You fuckin my shit uppp,” he chuckles and continues to bounce you up and down on his cock. “I know, ma. Shit feel good huh?” You nod and let out a spew of yes’s. “Oh baby, im-im finna cumm, oh fuck,” he smacks your ass and bucks his hips faster. “Cum for me mama, cover my shit,”

Plug! Ony who cleans you up and drives you to his house. You both get in the shower *he had a spare shower cap, thank god* and when you dry off he lays you down in bed. You climb back on top of him trying to get him going again but he stops you. “Hol up baby. Before I we get to goin I wanna ask you sum,” you don’t talk expectedly waiting for him to get whatever he needs of his chest. “This whole friends with benefits- plug/client relashionship we got goin on, we deadin that shit right na,” your eyes go wide. All this time you thought he didn’t want anything serious. Maybe the shopping sprees, 12am smoke sessions, and him dicking you down the way he does should’ve told you otherwise. “I want be your man and I want you to be my girl. I ain’t take no for an answer by the way,” you just smile and muzzle your face into his neck. Sex can wait; right now, you just wanna cuddle up with your man.

I didn’t proof read/edit anything; I just wanted to have the third post out B4 Fri. Imma be hella bust next week so I might not post anything at all and I have no works in the drafts. I’ll see what I can push out.

-Love, Sos❤️

[leafofkudzu]

Hi hello my computer exploded earlier this week so apologies for the cursed and late announcement post, but prepare yourselves! The first Saturday of a new month is tomorrow, which means it's time for another...

[VS] Art Party

July 6th, 2024 Captain's Cut, Stormbluff Isle Bloodtide Coast

Round 1 (EU): 9pm-12am CEST (3pm EDT) Round 2 (NA): 7pm-10pm EDT (1am CEST)

For those who aren’t familiar with art parties, they’re a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Get your favorite character/look together, head to the location, find someone that catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will also be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!

Location Information:

It's another, proper beach episode! While I don't have the technical capacity at the moment to get a map screenshot of the location, it's essentially the southwest edge of Stormbluff Isle, the nearest waypoint being Stormbluff Waypoint! Here's a picture from the wiki of the entire island for reference:

Time & Squad Details:

As we always do, we’ll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People tend to arrive early and/or jump between accounts as soon as the break comes up, so don’t be surprised to see tags and announcements going up ahead of schedule!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Summer Time (aka 3pm Eastern Daylight Time or 5 hours before in-game reset). This time due to work conflicts I will NOT be the one starting the squad, but will instead be joining about an hour or so in! So, please welcome our first 'guest' [VS] tag, @vampiricsheep! Please /squadjoin or whisper Vegetarian Maneater for an invite in my absence, it'll treat you well and with my blessing. ♥

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 1am Central European Summer Time or an hour before in-game reset). I’ll be back to hosting this one and be on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Kirslyn for an invite.

Closing Words

I said it at the top of the post but here I am saying it again - I am so sorry for the delay. The intention was to get this out on Mon/Tues at the latest due to me being busy with Dawntrail, but both my SSDs thought it was time to fry themselves and I've been scrambling to rebuild everything from scratch ever since. I've more or less got things back to a usable state now though, so I look forward to seeing everyone (and their shiny new anet-sanctioned beach outfits?) tomorrow! Thank you for always coming out to these and making them fun, they're one of the highlights of my time in game! ♥♥♥

[lucifertheanalyzer]

Thoughts on “The Horrendous World of Helluva Boss Criticism” video?

I gave the video a watch, willing to hear the person out, since the critical side of this community has its own problems. But the video’s OP was quite mocking of critiques against Helluva and the people giving them. It was a pretty unpleasant viewing experience

I have the YouTuber blocked on Twitter, oh boy. I watched a lot of bad and unpleasant videos in my lifetime. As long as the audio is clear and the visuals don’t make my eyes scream for help, I can handle it.

Sees well-known dick riders stans in comment section: 🙄 Oh brother.

Sees a comment starting off with this:

“You have no how relieved I am to see discussion video actually defending this show and calling out the most obnoxious haters. Honestly, a lot of hate for Helluva Boss seems to be rooted in several kinds of bigotry - Homophobia, ableism (half the cast is so neurodivergent-coded imo) and misogyny (because the creator is a woman and the hate-watcher crowd never acknowledges Brandon Rogers, the co-writer, unless they want to praise him at Vivziepop's expense and blame literally EVERYTHING they don't like about the show on Viv and her alone) in particular.”

I guess I am no longer gay and neurodivergent because I like talking about the demons shows in a critical light for my own enjoyment. Time to throw away my pride flags and became a grifter on Twitter. /s 😔

I swear to everything if fans keep saying that all critics are bigots, I’m going to lose it!! 🫠Most critics on here and on Twitter are queer (trans, non-binary, aspec, etc) and neurodivergent. One fan critic I follow literally just said “autism”, which he is very real for lmao. Some critics are also woman. If you think all critics or the anti-Hellaverse crowd are anti-LGBT straight cis people, I hope you find your brain soon. I’m not saying that those people don’t exist but they’re very rare and tend to be ignore or made fun off by all sides. If your opinions are filled by hate, they are never valid.

Love that they pulled the ableism card while the r-slur was used back in the pilot, Blitz almost said it again, and in Ghostfuckers there is that “joke” about Toledo the Igor, the bellhop at the hotel Blitz and Millie go to who is visible disability where they are disgusted by the sight of him. Brandon gets criticized as well, same with Adam. Viv gets pushback more because she responds. If you criticized her in her replies, you are more likely to get her attention which causes more drama/discourse. Brandon and Adam just seem to live their lives and rarely or never responds to negative feedback.

It is currently 12am right now, I’m going to make a live reaction blog post (to be able to upload videos clips so I don’t get claims I’m taking her video out of context) while I enjoy my breakfast in the morning.

Would do it in video form but ehhhhhhhhhh speaking is hard okay? 🥺 Stupid speech impediment.

The YouTuber in question goes by she/her by the way, I have no idea why the person in Stephen’s screenshot misgenders her. Probably a mistake though.

[liviawildrose]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

as i promised in my earlier blog that i will make a blog on how to make a mind movie, im true to my words so hear we are. for starters “what is a mind movie?” and “what’s the use of mind movie?”, well to answer these questions, a mind movie is a video that plays all the goals you have along with affirmation, and the best part you’re also reciting the affirmation too. this makes it really powerful cause your not only looking at the visuals of your goals and dreams but your own voice is telling that you’ve achieved that already. a mind movie is a great way to manifest your dream life, as it helps you to get aligned and manifest all your desires, watch and listen to this mind movie the first thing after you wake up and the last thing before you go to sleep, and watch your dreams come true, literally.

how to make a mind movie (my way)

1. create a script where you have it all:- you can use chatgpt for this. i personally used chatgpt and it’s great. so what you’re going to do is type in chatgpt. “can you make a script for me in order to me to manifest” and then type down all the goals you have and chatgpt will make a script out of it. 

2. don’t overdo it:- just know you can make it over and over again, so don’t overdo it like adding everything till the time you’re married till the time you gonna die. don’t do that, just focus on some few things that you really want right now and once you achieve all of them, we can make a different script, right? so really overthink and just do whatever you wanna do right now some really high-end goals that you want to accomplish within 5 to 10 years add it and once you reach it all of them, we can make a different mind movie from then onwards. it’s not a one-time thing, so you really don’t need to think about all the possibilities right now, just think about 5 to 10 years ahead and i think you’re good to go. i will be 27 after 10 years, so whatever things i wrote in my mind movie script is basically think i wanna achieve by the time i’m 27.

4. download photos:- i would say go on pinterest get photos that align with your goals & desire. and download them (10 photos per goal, that’s what i did)

5. editing:- just edit, combine all the photos, just so you know, i had like 300 photos, also download a cute font from da fonts if you’re extra like me :) each photo will play for 2 seconds. that will be 20 seconds of screen time for one type of goal. and you’re also going to layer written affirmations on top of the photo. (but this is how i did it, you make edit it however you want)

6. layer your voice hehe:- record yourself saying all the affirmation (in present tense of course) and that’s it haha. so is the photo is playing and it’s your dream body you’re gonna say “im so grateful to have my dream body, i love how my body is so slim etc” or describe your dream body.

and now you can save this video, watch it daily, affirm with it, watch your life change. also just so y’all know i was banging my head over this mind movie for 2 days literally, and now it’s finally done so i decided to create the blog post too (my mind movie is literally 10 minutes long, and im going to start using it from tomorrow (it’s 1:12am but i’m typing this blog lol, i just needed to post it asap)

if you want to join me on this journey of becoming a higher self. please comment, like, reblog, and follow let's embrace the glow of together.