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chaostudee · 9 months ago

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afterglow, oscar piastri

summary : y/n and oscar are childhood bestfriends and y/n tries to be supportive as she can by coming to his races and cheering him on. oscar enjoys y/n's company but sometimes he wishes that he could have you all to himself. in truth you are both just to stubborn to admit that you like each other, a little more than just friends. faceclaim : julia hatch a/n : i'm so obsessed with this acc <3

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user627 oml

username_11 the prettiest redhead

user9_782 oh girl we need the workout routine asap

sabrinacarpenter literally the most perfect ever 💋

y/nusername all you babes

username1415 to look like y/n 😫

f1fan the prettiest non-wag

user771 in my eyes she's a wag idc

y/nusername love supporting you bestie <3

》 girl u literally travel the whole world supporting him.....it's giving girlfriend

》 there is nooooo way they are just friends

》 my fav bestiessss

》 she's so supportive eeek i love her !!

》 our mclaren queen

oscarpiastri great weekend with a good haul of points !!

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y/nusername so so proud of you !!

oscarpiastri ❤️

user728 my fav driver forever

f1fan how can u hate on this cutie

username661 great drive oscar !!

user992 i will always be a mclaren girl idc

user290 oscar pastry

oscarpiastri y/n forced me to post these pictures.

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y/nusername okay but FORCED is such a strong word....i encouraged you

user728 omgg y/n is so gorge

f1fan okay but appreciation for oscar's photography skills because wowww

user910 love them sm acc

username_56 oh how i love summer break content

user72 oscar pls lemme steal your bsf

f1lover proof the boys and girls can just be friends

landonorris

》 IS THAT Y/N?!?!

》 LANDO WTHHH OMGGG

》 oscar is defo going to be mad

》 um what in the world

》 posting this on your public story is crazyyy

》 i don't want to hear anyone start saying that they are dating istggg

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texts between y/n and oscar

were you with lando today?? oscar

yeah y/n

oh i didn't know you guys were close oscar

we're just hanging out y/n

yeah right, i know lando oscar

omg stop oscar i can do what i want y/n

ik ik that y/n i'm just warning you oscar

okay well i rly don't care about what you think y/n

fine oscar

fine y/n

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y/nusername now my life is sweet like cinnamon

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user728 oh !

username_89 she's really just that girl

f1fan not seeing oscar in the likes hurts

user627 imagine your teammate and bsf dating bleh

f1lover living for this drama idc

alexandrasaintmleux obssessed with the dress you look so gorge <3

y/nusername omgg tysmm it's from meskhi

user56 lando and oscar i fear i get it

username72 body is teaaa

f1_672 appreciation for the car 🫠

landonorris amazing weekend great to be back on the podium :)

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maxverstappen great drive mate and a well deserved win

user that's my goat 🐐

username617 ugh his smile i cant

f1lover omgg best race of the season

user55 so ready for a drive to survive episode on this madness

user728 that podium is literally my dream blunt rotation

f1fan YES U GET IT user756 like carlos, lando and oscar omll i was dying username_55 it was all good until we got no landoscar interaction user617 stopp don't remind me 😭😭

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texts between y/n and oscar

hey.... y/n

oh wow you're talking to me again oscar

well i figured u needed space y/n

i never wanted space y/n i was just angry oscar

oh okay y/n

so did u want something or...?? oscar

well yk halloween is coming up y/n

oh you still want to do the costume oscar

well i mean we do it every year osc y/n

yeah true, well i guess we shouldn't break tradition oscar

oh yayyy great i'll send you the details :) y/n

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*written*

you stood adjusting your dress as excited chatter filled the room. the party was now in full swing and oscar had still not shown up. sure you had your doubts that he wouldn't but you had known oscar all your life, he wouldn't do that to you.

as if on cue the front door swings open and none other than the man himself steps inside before scanning the room. it's not long before his eyes latch onto yours and it feels as though your heart stops. you can't remember the last time you had seen him and the last time you weren't having an argument over something. oscar smiles and your heart begins to thump in your chest as you see him making his way over to you.

"hey" a familair voice beckons your attention.

you look up at him and smile when you notice that he wore the costume." nice costume" you say giggling as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

"oh yeah my best friend got it for me"

you nod smiling back at him. "so how have you been?"

you roll your eyes before drawing your attention back to him. "is this your subtle way of asking if me and lando are still together"

"i don't care about that" he blatantly lies, scrunching his nose.

"well if you must know we are taking a break right now he said he was too busy for a serious relationship".

oscar scoffs. "what an asshole".

"he's your bestfriend" you say confusingly as you believed that lando and oscar were close.

"yeah but so are you".

your heart warms when you hear that and you feel as though in that moment your friendship has been mended through unspoken words. yet you still wished that he would notice, notice how obviously and madly in love with him you are. you watched as he looked into the distance and there you sat admiring something from afar and out of reach.

y/nusername halloween ;)

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user HUH

user728 i'm so confused

f1fan u and me both girl

user61 if i was lando i would be so pissed BECAUSE WDYM THEY DID A COUPLES COSTUME TOGETHER

f1lover the real ogs know that they do a couples costume every year

user919 ya'll are hating but I LOVE

justaninchident oh how i missed them

user671 lando be tweaking rn

username717 the fits are on point

f1_55 blink twice oscar if u need help

mclaren lando and oscar youtube video up now !

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user728 OMG THEY MADE UP

username LANDOSCAR YES YES

anon defo just pr

f1fan not lando calling oscar out for getting flustered over y/n 💀

justaninchident okay but the way oscar and lando are looking at eachother omg i acc can't

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texts between lando and y/n

you like him don't you lando

what makes u think that ?? y/n

are u fr y/n lando

the fact that you never stop talking about him and that everytime we are in the garage you can't keep your eyes off him lando

what do you even want me to say?! y/n

i want you to admit it lando

okay fine i like oscar y/n

for how long lando

lando pls y/n

y/n just tell me lando

i mean i've always loved him i just i don't know if he feels the same y/n

oh god you are both so so stupid lando

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texts between y/n and oscar

how come u and lando don't hang out as much oscar

wow straight to the point y/n

well why oscar

because y/n

because why oscar

because he's not you y/n

wdym oscar

omg you are so clueless , i never liked lando silly he was just a distraction a way to trick my mind into liking someone else y/n

oh well who do u like oscar

do i actually have to say y/n

yes i want to hear you say it oscar

you y/n

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y/nusername my boy 💞

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user828 EEEEEEEEEKKKKK

username728 YES FINALLY

user734 STOP THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

alexandrasaintmleux so so happy for you, you deserve this sm <3

landonorris happy for you's

user561 awww username717 and this is why i love lando

user727 the hard launch is launching

f1fan omgggg im cryinggg

username_62 they are so perfect for each other

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namilettes · 26 days ago

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I LOVED UR YANDERE TWO TIME HEADCANONS SO MUCH,,, COULD I PERHAPS REQUEST YAN!TWO TIME HCS BUT ITS WHERE THEY KNEW THE READER PRE-FORSAKEN,, LIKE IF THEY WERE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS OR SMTH? I LOVE REALISTIC YANDERE STUFF SO MUCH,,

Yan!Two Time x Childhoodfriend!reader!

YOU GOT IT BUCKAROO GIGGLES AND KICKS MY FEET

i love the childhood friend trope sm im practically an expert at this. I'll make it so that TwoTime knew reader before the cult shit

warnings: DDDNE, Gore, degrading, abuse, kidnapping, blood, etc.

When Two Time got forsakened, they were rather shaken to see another person they used to know, better yet the person they HAD known all their life.

Two Time had been going insane for a long time now, but seeing you just made them crack.

they didn't feel this way out of love, just want to use you for the feeling they get, the feeling of nostalgia, the feeling of acting like things are okay and that the things they did never happened.

Sure, they care for you as a friend but part of their mind genuinely forces them to act like this awful obsession with replacing Azure and all the other members of their cult is love.

there are times when they snap back to reality to give a faint smile but go back to spiralling.

''You're as beautiful as the day I saw you..''

sometimes may call you Azure by accident

Brings you offerings, but instead of corpses and dead animals, brings you your favourite things that they know you like

as selfish as it is, they dont want to let you go because you're the only thing they have left from their past

not as a human, but as a belonging

even if you weren't in the cult- they still ask to pray and worship with you??????

has a thing for touching you especially your hair, if you show any kind of wince or repulsion they crash out and grab you by the hair, smashing your face into the nearest counter.

''Y-you don't love me? You don't need me?- M-MY TOUCH? Then your better off DEAD like everyone else- h-hh...''

Yeah all the words with caps they accentuate by practically yelling in your face.

if you happen to be a cigarette smoker, or if they find a cigarette on the ground that has a possibility of being lit up-

''H-Haha- hey Y/N look!''

they just stump the cigarette onto your skin as a form of humor and 'affection'

if it gets to the point that they kidnap you, then they might lowkey forget to feed you.

overall they do love you- or atleast what they want you to be

but they take their love out on you in a very violent way

sometimes they just break down crying and saying ''I'm sorry- the spawn made me do it!''

though they keep doing it again and again and again

the voices and whispers just get too much- its like a 50/50 that they either bite all over you, kissing you and apologizing without any consent whatsoever so you can just cry there, sit and watch as they destroy you.

Or they just hit you, grabbing you by the hair and forcing you to look at them.

''S-See what you did to me? Can't you see I LOVE you?! J-Just.. Just love me god- FUCKING dammit!!''

they always swear they'll keep tending to you until you love them (even though they literally dont do it in the first place)

sometimes its even more eerie to see as they whisper and twitch infront of you, sometimes hitting themselves and muttering things along the lines of ''they wouldnt do that..'' ''get out of my head azure..''

whenever they crash out, they bring you things from your childhood, even if they're the things you don't like. if you accept them- then..

''H-haha! See?! We're doing good! You finally look at me like I'm not a monster!-''

and then they carve the spawn all over your body with the excuse of 'we need to make you perfect again... we need to keep you under protection when im not here!''

just- grabbing onto your shoulders if you squirm away from their dagger

''THIS- THIS IS TRUE MERCY. AND YOU CAN'T FUCKING APPRECIATE THAT YOU- *twitch* U-USELESS CUNT!''

and even if you dont accept the gifts, they just tilt their head like a puppy

''B-but you used to like this right?? Is it me?? do you just not like ME?''

forces you to watch as they hurt themselves until you say you love them

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mihii-i · 21 days ago

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Hello, could u pls do a heavy angst oneshot with No-eul x fem reader? They used to date before the games, but then, No-eul ghosted her for sm reason... and now, they meet again in the games (ofc she's a guard and reader is a player). You can add anything else like fluff or smut anywhere u want, but the one I just ask for is a sad ending pls (I'm miserable and I need the reader to not make it out of the games) 💔 Maybe No-eul had a plan to get out? but it failed or smthng like that. Thank you!

Also, who else do u write for in Squid Game pls? Could u do Se-mi or Thanos or Nam-gyu at sm point? Would be very appreciated ❤️‍🩹

red velvet.

Pairings: kang no-eul x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, heavy angst, squid game season 2 & 3 spoilers, reader fucking dies, blood, strong violence, gore, loan sharks, there’s like a single mention of yall’s sex life as a joke(?), suicidal thoughts, alcohol/smoking addiction, withdrawal, ugly men, stealing organ threats, sexual harassment/rape threat, a bit more heavy compared to my usual fics, slightly toxic, noeul is highkey ass at communicating, self deprecation (on her behalf), slight nudity, ex lovers, depression, the words I love you mean nothing until the end, kinda cliche but guess what idc, noeul’s fate is left up to interpretation, suggestive themes, dark themes, read at your own discretion, not proofread.

A/N: FINALLY MY WIFEEEE SLURRRRRPPPPP but in all actuality I can’t wait to write this hell yeah I want noeul so bad oo oo aa aa “but but she’s for the boys!!” shut ur miserable ass off she don’t want you neither does she want me none of yall ugly hos have a chance while your balding and smoking in ur moms basement…now playing — red velvet by jutes & ari abdul. 🕯️

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Damn it.

Goosebumps perked up in their bright bloom on your exposed nape drowned in a cold sweat within the winds of the subway batting your frozen skin mercilessly. You had no clue what you were awaiting, brain all jumbled and disoriented within the dimmed lights decorating the vicinity in a blinding, pale white spilling into your eyes. How long could it possibly have been? Weeks? Months? It was hard to tell how long she hadn’t picked up your calls for, nor answered your texts.

The zooming train bulleted past in a series of clanks as it darted along its trajectory, slamming through each trail in an ear piercing screech elicited from the flaming lower part coming dangerously close to the concrete carved ledge. Yet the breeze flowing in a lingering ghost behind the train’s speed was barely enough to push away those worries plaguing you, latching onto your skull and feeding off of your unease without even a momentary distraction to grant you some mercy and peace.

Your eyes remained fixed onto your bright screen, casting a glow onto your dampened face in the minimal light of the subway, hand fumbling around aimlessly in the single shred of warmth wrapping your palm—that being the cotton of your jacket pockets covering your shoulders down to your wrists.

Whatever mind games that lurked in endless twists and turns in the labyrinth swirling in your head, the answer masking itself in the deep crevices hiding from your grasp were nothing short of being utterly exasperating to you. For you had done everything your eyes could capture, examining her past texts and your own, seeking to find something wrong you could’ve said where she was driven away. Your shoulders slumped as you thumbed at your once glossy screen, now smudged with your fingerprints streaked against the glass with a defeated sigh.

What could you have possibly done for No-eul to just leave you without a trace? If she wanted to end the relationship why couldn’t she just have told you. She knew you hated deciphering motives and reasons, especially between you two.

As far as you could tell, things were fine between you two. She looked after you great and vice versa. Her touch had been something you always craved every waking moment of the day, a treasure that you basked in whenever she came over as your nose dug into the loose fabric over her shoulder. Needless to say that No-eul enjoyed your company as well, despite her stern expression remaining plastered to her face. You could tell even the slightest shift in her position whenever you were held close to her chest, subtly squeezing your shoulder closer to her or snaking an arm below your body without any other reason but to feel you.

Perhaps you could’ve weakened her resolve enough for her to stray away from you, keeping away the sensation of her walls crumbling flush against your lips, heart threatening to burst out of her chest as her pulse quickened whenever your tongue brushed against her own. Though you didn’t want her to see you as a drug she was addicted to, something awful for her yet she couldn’t keep away from. No. You wanted her to see you as a pillar she could lean on, a sanctuary that provided her the comfort she sought, far from the horrors of her life up to this point.

And yet, maybe that’s all you were to her.

A distraction she could finally bring herself to push away.

It didn’t help that she never left your head even after ages of not acknowledging your presence, trying to extend your hand toward her and scrape away at any memory you had. No-eul had unfortunately occupied your mind in even the most dire of times, the air you breathe crisp in your chest the same way you’d inhale her perfumes, on the rare occasions she put it on.

You simply couldn’t handle it without her, needing a pause to shove her away and fill yourself with some other kind of indulgence that wasn’t the need for her. Evidently so, she didn’t want anything to do with you anymore, so no matter how much you kept reaching out, your now ex girlfriend was nothing but a distant dream. A ghost of the past you needed to walk past, fingers trilling through the shadows of who you once sold your soul to.

However, the habits you had picked up slowly grew more and more addictive. Her presence in your mind became nothing short of a nightmare, a constant reminder of your desire so out of reach it physically pained you, stabbing you over and over as the knife would twist in spills of blood in your guts. But thankfully it wasn’t real. Maybe not thankfully, but rather unfortunately, since your life had sunk back down into a shell of misery, that you’d just drink yourself to death now.

Picking up smoking wasn’t new, yet you frequented it more than you had in the past. The hit of nicotine wasn’t necessarily something you had considering as a pause to your troubles, yet the bitter cloud of smoke seeping into your tongue as it dried out your throat, burning away at your lungs in small blackening chips that you swallowed and huffed out.

Drinking alcohol on the other hand? It only got worse. You often did share a drink with No-eul occasionally, typically on special nights under a golden light of a restaurant or—maybe just your living room under the darkening shroud of midnight peeking through the windows as your glass scraped against hers in a high pitched clink, clear whiskey swirling in a pool of amber at the intricately carved designs of the glass with a few ice cubes dancing around in the alcoholic beverage. But after the unfortunate recent confusions that followed, you’d shamelessly find yourself stumbling into a bar or liquor store like a drunken woman, shuffling around for cash to feed into your growing addiction.

At times, you’d even find yourself contemplating on purposefully downing a bottle in a split second in hopes you’d succumb to the pains of alcohol poisoning consuming your body, drowning in the mercy of what many would describe as death as you lounged on the couch. Awaiting your vision to darken and your pulse to cease, frozen over entirely.

Unsurprisingly, piles upon piles of won were depleted with the increasing amount of money you wasted on escapism as a final goal, your pockets buzzing empty and void with nothing but dirt crowded on the fabric in the span of a couple weeks. Every stage had haunted you upon catching up, your withdrawal from these drugs leading you to scramble for cash, plead various loan agencies to hand you even enough won for a pack of cigarettes or a bottle of whiskey.

None of them complied however. Not to say you didn’t appear put together, since you were able to mask that disgusting side of you that you had fallen into quite effectively, and it wasn’t like you’d been addicted for even a month, you were just going through a hard time. Though your shaky hands, twitching in your own grasp, massaging your other palm to ease yourself almost instantly gave you away to show off your dependence on nicotine to almost everyone. Leading them to shake their head in disapproval as you were sent away from the agency.

Eventually, you of course found yourself in a compromising position with loan sharks tailing you, eyeing your every step with a readied weapon at their side to push you flush to a brick wall dragging uncomfortably against your back as the cool steel of a sharpened pocket knife slowly sliced into the plush of your skin. A warning of sorts, or perhaps a punishment. You couldn’t exactly tell for what. Borrowing from a sketchy loan agency? Or maybe delving into the horrors of addiction.

Or simply the sin of missing No-eul so much you destroyed yourself, mentally and physically.

Needless to say, here you were in the depths of the frosted subway, the metal rails on the side of the benches cold to the touch as you sulked in your own depths of debt. Hopelessly glancing over at your phone with even the smallest flicker of expectation to receive a message from her. Anything. Even if it was her telling you she hated you, or scoffed and pushed you far away from her. Perhaps the only thing you’ve wanted was closure at this point.

—

You had no clue how they found you here of all places.

The subway you resided in for the night was relatively underground, not even close to mainstream compared to the other booming subways in South Korea littered with crowds moving about.

And yet they still found you, had you cornered to yet another wall as you scrambled back away from them, head bumping back against the rocky stone of the dead end, colored in chipped paint and broken corners. Your chin was grasped between the firm hold of one of the men, hands calloused and dragging against your skin like the rake of claws breaking past the layer of your skin to stare off at the dribbles of crimson blood leaking out. Life probably had abandoned you in its clutches of any sort of blessings, divinity proving to curse you rather than bless as the searing pain stung at every muscle fiber in your body tightening along the ridges of goosebumps remaining on you.

A grumble escaped the man holding you down whenever you withdrew your tongue from outside of your lips, the flat of his knife pressing inside your mouth to lay against your tongue as the blade sliced down, muffling your screams with the steel adorned with your saliva glistening with bright red.

“You told me you’d pay me back last week, with interest. And now you even dare to ask me for another loan plus another week?” he sneered, yanking your bunched up hair back upward to catch sight of your heavy eyelids accompanied by the blood bubbling up in your mouth, leaking down the corners of your lips down to spill past your chin. Quite frankly, he was repulsed by the damage he had caused to you himself.

Stepping back, he scoffed out in irritation at the pathetic sight of you huddled up against the wall, shaky arms shielding your face at a distance as your head snapped away. The foul, moist touch of his saliva colliding with your exposed forearm only heightened your trepidation in the tension fogged in the atmosphere when he had the audacity to spit on you. Squatting back to his knees, stretched by the fabric of his pants pushing back when he pushed your hands out of the way, slipping his fingers over your chin once more as he inspected your facial features, giving an ironically gentle hum alongside his nods.

“Ahh..you’re pretty too. It’s a shame I had to hurt you so bad just cause a heartbroken bitch like you can’t even pay up!”

He let go of your face harshly, practically throwing it down to hang slack over your neck as you held your hand over your mouth.

“Pull something like this again, and I’ll fuck your brains out while I rip out your heart & kidneys.”

With that, the small of his back along with a few others disappeared in the distance as they grew smaller, your blurred vision clouded by the ripples of tears stinging at your waterline, fogged by your lashes draped over your hazy eyes. You could barely stumble to your feet as you used the sleeve of your jacket to apply pressure against the flat of your tongue where he had embedded the cut, fabric swallowing up your blood as it blended in red to absorb the payment of your faults.

—

Well…the next day wasn’t any better. You were back in the same subway, sat on a stone block as you were rereading your messages or simply basking in the secluded area and quiet ambience of an occasional train rattling off in the distance. Nothing but the crisp air and your thoughts to sit with, cool enough to fall asleep and disassociate from the world in.

Just give up already.

Was this what your life had truly come to at this point?

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

Your head perked up. A salesman. Probably for some bullshit little business of his or a charity. You didn’t have the time.

Or the energy. Or heart. Your heart was blackened and caved in, shriveled up into a crumpled pit of nothing but hatred, feelings burnt away at the click of a lighter as you couldn’t fathom anything but your upcoming fate. You slightly shrunk back, shifting away as your shoulder hunched in defense from the stranger in his suit.

“Sorry. I’m not interested.” you answered flatly, gaze shifting back off into the closed distance of the subway walls enclosed around you.

“Just a moment.”

“I said I’m not interested. Or do I have to tell you to fuck off to leave me alone?”

The irritation in your voice was palpable, yet the salesman remained oddly calm despite your outburst, refusing to even flinch at your sharp tone.

“Would you care to play a game with me?”

You were about to scream at him, utterly annoyed by your momentary solitude interrupted, since little moments of peace in the rubble of your hectic life nearing its early end was disrupted. However, your words died out on the tip of your scarred tongue almost immediately as you closed your mouth as soon as it opened. The sight was like glancing over a beauty you needed but couldn’t touch, sparkling before you despite its solid color sitting under the darkened subway lights in his briefcase. Stacks of cash in one opening, and paper squares folded neatly atop one another in the adjacent opening.

“I’m sure you’ve played ddakji before, right? Play a few rounds with me.”

Your pause, strayed in awe by the strange arrangement crossing you by chance, paired with the salesman’s unknown motives.

“Each time you win, I’ll pay you 100,000 won. Each time I win, you pay me 100,000 won back.”

Wow. You surely couldn’t refuse that, could you? Sure, you didn’t have 100,000 won on you, and you were in crippling debt where your lenders would kill you—or worse if they found out you lost money by playing a kids game with a stranger. Which is why you had to win this, of course.

“So, which color do you want to play as?”

Swallowing back the nervous lump residing in your throat, you tentatively reached toward the red colored ddakji you were drawn to, squeezing your fingertips over the freshly folded, yet thick paper smoothing your roughed up skin. A contrast to what you’ve been used to these past few weeks. And to see something so clean, crafted and handled carefully by the throes of luxury, even screamed out by the salesman’s clothing and well put together appearance. It almost made you hopeful for the sliver of your potential future you had left.

—

“…I’ll be honest. I don’t have that kind of money.” you shamefully admitted, looking at your ddakji laying on the opposite side, flipped over as the salesman emerged victorious. You half expected his expression to morph into disappointment or anger, even potentially going as far as putting violence on the table. But surprisingly, his calm smile hadn’t faltered, kept on his face like a permanent front glued onto him as he eyed the floor, before shifting his gaze back up to your face.

“Well, you can just pay with your body then.”

Wait, what? You never agreed on anything like—

Smack.

His palm swiftly collided with your cheek, swinging across your face at a harsh force as you stumbled back, cupping the side of your face where you had been struck.

“What the hell…?”

“I’ll take off 100,000 per slap.”

You were in awe as your already reddened cheek flushed further from the sheer humiliation you faced. In the middle of a subway no less where you were here playing a children’s game with someone who just found you. And he’d supposedly pass over a hundred grand into your hand for flipping over some folded paper? Yeah right. This a scam isn’t it? But the money in his briefcase seemed real in fact, neatly stacked in arrays within the opening for seperate stacks.

“…one more round.”

—

Slaps of paper against one another echoed throughout the empty halls as they slammed against the floor, paper hitting tile hollow in your ears as an afterthought whenever the ring pierced your ears upon getting slapped. Surely you should stop, you were getting dizzy after all from the damage he had done to your face creeping up to bite into your skull, disorienting you as you resumed the game. It didn’t matter how beat up you were, you needed that money. Badly.

Dragging the chapped, dry skin of your lower lip between your teeth, you lined your tongue over the coarse cuts of your untended skin as you circled your thumb over the neatly creased paper, raising an before slamming it onto his blue ddakji with all the force you could muster up in the hinges of your shoulder. Time had slowed down as you stared down, eyes wide as his paper flipped accordingly to earn your victory, a breathy laugh leaving your lips as you expectantly turned toward him.

“My money! Where’s-?!”

“Calm yourself.” he replied, cupping your hand in his own to place the hundred grand in cash directly into your palm, pushing your fingers over it in a curled fist as he patted the swollen ridges of your knuckles gently.

Oh. He’d actually done it.

“If you’d like to play more games, let me know.”

Before you could call out to him, he already was walking away, paying no mind to your voice yelling out as if you were invisible, nonexistent. You felt the folds of the cash crinkling up in a feather light texture thinly brushing in the wrinkles of your palm, also with an off putting, resilient paper grouped in with the won that was slipped in. Cardboard firmly cut into a rectangle with a sort of prickly edge to it.

You opened your hand wide, revealing the folded cash sitting on your palm loosely as its delicate paper zigzagged in the manner it had been grouped. Clearly wasn’t counterfeit, thank god for that. The firm card digging into your skin peeked out behind the bundles of won, beholding the inky sight of a circle, triangle, and square printed on the front neatly. You took the card between your thumb and index finger, looking over the tanned khaki as you flipped it over.

A number.

Well, you didn’t need to contemplate this at all. If this is a route to money, it was perhaps a sign. A sign from the universe screaming that your life wasn’t meant to end here.

You’d play.

—

But you didn’t think it would mean you’d die.

All those memories of drowning away your life, eroding the bits and pieces of your health you desperately attempted to salvage here had been put to shame in the sense of utter fear you had felt in this hellhole of a game. Watching the blood of innocents spilling from their throats as the rapid onslaught of bullets where buried into the supple flesh of their bodies, reaping their lives from them like a prize to claim once the won accumulated piled up in the giant piggy bank floating above.

You felt what it was like to want to live. To feel adrenaline coursing through your veins as your blood rushed through the once unmoving muscles of your body. Although you had been revived, you wouldn’t thank this game at all. It was more of cruel punishment for your misdeeds, something to rip out your heart and savor every bit of your trembling as you both watched others’ insides spilled out on the floors brutally, or at the prospect of your own death coming next. Every time you voted to leave. Never was your vote worth anything to the overwhelming influx of O’s in comparison to X’s.

And you could tell the toll it took on others, the trauma of these horrific games that latched onto others like a clinging parasite gnawing at their sanity bit by bit. Something you could see from the survivor of the past games as he claimed to be. Seong Gi-hun. Player 456. He was definitely losing it, and only eased by the few companions providing him the slightest bit of comfort.

As if you couldn’t feel any more disturbed either, you could always feel the disquietude of someone’s gaze fixed on you at all times. Staring you down as their eyes were etched into your back like a lingering curse cast upon you, and you were sure it wasn’t someone here, considering you even felt it during lights out. Not a single player had their eye on you, no matter how thoroughly you looked over everyone.

However, one of the guards did. The dark mask covering their face, leaving them in the cavern of mystery with the large white triangle painted on the black mask poked with little holes. You were sure they were looking over you, yet unsure of what intentions they harbored beneath the supposedly emotionless front of the mask they kept on. They never glanced at other players, only slowly craning their neck to catch you in their periphery in an almost uncanny manner.

Make it stop.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this.

—

Flickers of white flashed in the vicinity over and over, blindingly amplifying the outrage of brutal assaults ripping open person after person, claiming kills to rack up more cash in the flooding pool of blood spilling out during the night. Screams cut short at the drive of glass shards and forks as makeshift weapons slitting open the throats of those unsuspecting and quiet in their bed before being met with the off white being stained in red. Unfortunately, you had fell victim to one of the O’s lodging a fork into your stomach, yet too stupid to inflict any more wounds since he was far too confident in himself. Believing you’d die just from blood loss as he yanked the fork out to go torment another X.

You knew his attempt was stupid, but your energy was depleted below return, your eyelids falling heavy as curtains of blackened sight obscured your foggy vision once more. Lightheaded from the continuous blood spilling from you without treatment, paired with your exhaustion from initially sleeping? You were worn out, slowly succumbing to your end as your palm was kept cradled to to your abdomen, feeling the warm blood smudging your dirtied palms in a coat of ashy brown.

—

Even if you were supposed to, you weren’t. You should’ve been dead then, not in this room you could only describe as an eerie enclosure resembling that of a large vent. Thick sheets of hammered metal shining in rusted silver nailed to various parts of the room as the acrid odor stung your nostrils, a wretched smell that almost made you gag and vomit on the spot. Your chest tightened, a strong copper scent accompanying the painful ache of the rotting smell clawing at your throat, urging you to hold your breath.

Upon sitting up, you nearly jolted at the unnervingly still guard standing before you, submachine gun fit between their palms with a triangle on their face once more. Was this the same guard that was practically staring you down and stalking you during the games? You couldn’t really tell, they all looked identical anyway. The corpses of a few others in the pink jumpsuits lay limp on the floor or against some of the befitting furnishing within the space, drowning in their own wounds as the masked guard stared wordlessly at you.

“…what? Do you want a thank you for stopping me from dying?”

Is what you assumed the guard did. You were too bitter from the way these games had messed you up in the head to mutter out a proper thank you to them. They had basically revived you from the dead after all, which you’d assume was defying the game rules based on the shot delivered to that one player who made it across despite failing back in red light, green light.

Without even a sound uttered, their gloved hand rested on the bright pink of their hood, steadily pulling it down as they followed with the mask raised over their head. Those eyes, you felt like you’ve seen them before through the pitch black ski mask crowding their face.

“…No-eul?”

Her name cautiously fell from your lips in awe, bottom lip quivering at the sight of the woman who you had been so hellbent on being with, the reason you’d lost yourself standing right in front of you. And there she stood, coldly with her expression void of any emotion harbored towards you or—anything here really, and now she saved you acting like she still cared? The fucking audacity she mustered up to look you in the eye as if she wasn’t the root cause of your misery, your blood splattered on your beloved’s hands which wouldn’t pay mind to.

Your first instinct was conflicted between lunging straight at her, split on the decision of grabbing the lapels of her shirt in your fists, or to spring at her in a hug. Right now, neither seemed like the best option, taking into account that she was in fact armed and likely refused to recognize the pain she had put you through. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn’t. It was all irrelevant now as you were in the clutches of her command, moves dictated by her as you sat up with a low groan, the stitch sutured on your stomach in threads holding the split skin together aching freshly.

“Do you have any idea what you—“

“Answer me first, (Name). What are you even doing in a place like this?”

You rolled your eyes, glancing over at your discarded top on the floor as you sat up on the metal bed fostering your unconscious body for who knows how long. It only occurred to you now that No-eul had stripped you down to your bra on top, definitely just to stitch up your wound. Yet your salty attitude wanted to use it as ammunition just to argue with her for the many things you had up your sleeve to say to her.

“I’m in debt like everyone else? What do you think I magically went in as a billionaire?”

“My question is how. Don’t get smart with me.”

“Because of you!”

You knew her too well to not catch that flash of surprise flared up in her eyes, yet quickly pushed aside to focus on you, cocking an eyebrow. It was hard to think otherwise through. The facts were laid out in front of you, she did care for you. She loved you, you always lingered in her heart even when she tried to brush you off as a fleeting memory, you were ingrained into her not as something unwanted, but rather a mutual need. Something she knew she couldn’t hold onto.

“Because of me?”

“Yes! You! I’ve been destroying myself because you couldn’t even tell me why you left? Am I not enough, No-eul?!” you cried out, voice quivering as your breaths grew shallow with your screams.

No-eul blinked, resolve faltering as she thoughtfully took in the gravity of your words. One action of hers had hurt you so bad, sent you into the awful sea of debt that was akin to hell itself due to a single action that split you open from the inside out. She thought she was doing what was best for you, ridding herself from your life for good as she thought that you were better off away from the sorrows her life had entailed. The endless search she had conducted for her daughter who was likely to be dead. Even her own struggles financially preceding your own as you knew she often slept in her car and downed drugs to alleviate the sting of her depressive episodes drowned in a bottle of soju.

Was she the only one?

Maybe she happened to be selfish rather than look out for you.

But she couldn’t help it.

Despite all the pain she caused you, the way your chest was torn open and left to spill out, red velvet hiding behind the broken cracks of your skin as something you wished she could see. Feeling sympathy for you, hoping she missed you, anything. You wiped away the streaks of blood remaining on your neck with the back of your hand, eyes flickering up to her weakly.

“You know..I even felt you in my lungs, strung out when I smoked to try and let the smoke blur you from my memory..” you sourly admitted through grit teeth, eyebrows knitting together as the wrinkles of your face prominently expressed the strength of your grief even in such a life dependent time.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry? Was that all?

“That’s it? You won’t even tell me why you left? Was I not good enough for you? Did you find someone else or did I do something that chased you away—?! Shit was the sex that bad—?”

She immediately shut down those words when she coughed from the fact that she was clearly surprised by that sudden remark, as she squinted her eyes in confusion.

“What- no, the hell? The sex was fine—it was great actually but that’s not the reason.”

“Then what?”

No-eul was almost ashamed to say the answer straight to your face, averting her eyes from you in a wavering internal quandary you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It was always hard to tell what was going through her head, no matter how well you thought you knew her.

“I’ll tell you once we get out. I’ll help you escape.”

You remained skeptical, but you didn’t have many options here, trapped in the binds of the constricting game in the highly secured facility with protection at every corner you turned. She was someone you had trusted, despite the biting skepticism that still resided from the tension you had to settle with her. With that, you nodded, agreeing to the indirect pact you formed with your lover. Or was it ex lover? You hoped it wasn’t now, since she cared enough to save you.

Wiping the sweat drenched below her chin, she tugged out the elastic material of her ski mask lowered to her throat, raising her hand to wipe at the moistened drops residing on her forehead as well while brushing the silk of her dampened bangs framing her face aside. You fixed on the thin line crossing her cheek in bright red, scarred on the previously untouched skin from what you remembered when you last saw her in person.

“Where’d you get that from?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But I want to.”

“I got in a fight with a few other guards, happy?”

Oh. That wasn’t supposed to upset you, but it did. The thought alone of anyone hurting her was enough to tick you off, even a little. You couldn’t forget that behind that facade of scoffing at her attempts to reconcile from what she had put you through without words, the faux hatred you supposedly stood proud was nothing but a lie conjured by you to move on.

A futile try overshadowed by the truth that you held deep within you, yet shallow enough for anyone to pick up on if they looked close enough. You were in love with her, so madly in love with her that you couldn’t bear the thought of being away from her. She was a lifeline you refused to let go of, her absence only piling on the loss of your will to live, and eventually building to the loss of your life as well. You loved No-eul so much. So much that it physically hurt.

“I promise I’ll get you out.” she asserted firmly, deadpan eyes remained settled on your own to maintain eye contact as she knelt down while speaking, stripping down the elderly man in gloves and a facial mask from his hot pink jumpsuit. Likely a doctor of sorts.

“(Name). I still love you.” she added, continuing to tug down the shoulders of his clothing after dragging apart the zipper to undress him completely. You couldn’t tell if she was saying that to coax you into coming with her by adding a bit of sweet talking, or if she truly meant those heartfelt words spoken of her own will. Regardless, you hoped it was the latter. Perhaps you could get out with her, share a glass of whiskey with her at night like you used to and just cuddle up to her?

You were certain that would happen. Because you’d both get out together unscathed, following a thought out plan she would’ve had.

“Don’t bother putting your clothes back on, you need a guard uniform to get by casually and lower suspicion.”

Her words were barely registering, you were just too overwhelmed from missing her that you wanted to cling to her arm. Which you did, just in a less subtle manner when you pressed yourself against her side, carefully wrapping your arms around her. For a moment, you could tell she didn’t want to pull away, in fact she came dangerously close to hugging you back. Except she couldn’t. Not yet atleast, she had to get you out.

Don’t be fooled. She still felt the same as you did, if not stronger.

Two useless fools, women who can’t profess their love properly, yet love each other so dearly they’d watch everything surrounding them burn down to ash before losing one another. Bloodhounds for one another that sought to live in each other’s hearts.

—

Ultimately, things never go your way. That was the basic premise of the struggles of reality, cruelty at its finest, even in the scenario where your other half is on the line.

Your breath was cut short by the bullet grazing your side, followed by another sinking into your ribs to punch out a huff of air from your lungs. Spasming as your movements faltered, No-eul looked over her shoulder in a hurry when you stumbled over, knelt over and shielding your side in agony. Hurriedly, she ripped off your mask along with her own, your identities being nothing to hide and the breathing comfort being a crucial priority considering they knew who you both were already.

“Toward the boat. Now.” she snapped, the keys for the speedboat still hanging from her side as you tried matching her pace, crimson droplets staining the floor in a trail dripping with each step you took in a feeble effort to keep up with her.

You knew it from the start.

You weren’t meant to make it out alive. Especially not with the one you loved. That only adds too much of a reward to your faults, a reward you knew you didn’t deserve.

It was hard to fight any longer once you stepped outside, limping over to her growing closer to the speedboat as you managed to outrun the stampede of pink guards chasing you. The fleeting gunshot resounding throughout the island, lost in the shrubs and trees quieting the tragedy of your body falling to your knees down on your side, flat into the crunch of dried, crisp leaves raking over your back upon being sweeper by the wind. A black guard wearing a mask with a square imprinted on the front loaded his gun once more, tilting his chin up to look over at No-eul who rushed over to you, attempting to lift you up to the boat through her heavy, panicked breaths.

“No. No, no no no, don’t die on me..”

She flipped you on your back, propping your nape up on her hand as she attempted to lift up your head. The black guard grew exasperated with this plea for someone on the brink of death to wake up, it felt stupid, honestly.

“She’s dead anyway. She won’t be getting on there, you know.”

Though, he didn’t want to rush her death, so why not watch the hopelessly romantic moment that unfolded before him? He needed entertainment of some sort.

Your eyes barely fluttered open as you choked out your words, doused in red consuming you into the grasp of death’s door hovering above you as your final sight was No-eul’s breathtaking face glancing down at you with the gradual acceptance of your end falling upon her. The last thing she could do was atleast hold you close, let you know that you were everything to her as her love whom she cherished deeply.

She had to let you know that she held you to herself so dearly in the pits of her hopeless life, your name carved into her heart for as long as she pleased in the warmth you brought to her. For you had freed her from the shackles of wallowing in guilt and nothingness, giving her a piece of yourself she failed to protect and house, despite how much she deeply cared for you.

Every feature sculpted on her face was perfect, to the point you spent your remaining time outlining every feature, admiring the beauty beheld before your eyes. She was as gorgeous as the day you met her, a memory ingrained in your brain which you’d never let go of. Your hand was similar to that of a fish out of water as you pitifully reached for the side of her face, cupping her cheek through your silent gasps and desperately towing down.

“Please..”

No-eul understood what you wanted immediately, if she were to correct her wrongs she’d have to give a proper send off. Letting you know how much you truly meant to her. Slowly, she lowered her face down to come flush to your own, back hunched over when the tip of her nose brushed to yours, before tilting her head as her hands caressed your cheeks to pull you up into a languid kiss which you reciprocated. Lips hugged to one another’s as you tightly closed them around No-eul’s in a plea to be hers. In life and and in death.

Disconnecting from the kiss with a sigh, she observed the exhaustion scribbled all over your face, thumbing your cheekbones.

“I always loved you. I never stopped. Not for a second.”

Yet in the end, her words fell on deaf ears as she caught sight of the opaque tint complimenting the stillness of your motionless body, unresponsive to any touch she could use to wake you up like she did whenever she slept next to you under the crown of the moon kissing its rays unto you.

She couldn’t even tell you how much she loved you.

She scooped your body up to her chest, pressing the weight against herself with a deep inhale as she refused to let you go murmuring into your shoulder before shifting her gaze to the black guard.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

A/N: …okay so this was far more depressing than I intended holy shit. I probably made a bunch of typos but noeul my beloved I love u so much what the fuck did I do I did not mean to make it this sad guys forgive me

It lowkey became a bit repetitive because this is long af and I was running out of good vocabulary so

Also to answer ur question ill write for any squid game character that isnt like super underground and we know exists with a name n all and ive already written for thanos but for the others just ask in my request box and you’ll receive ❤️

guys I love her can u tell first time writing for my gf kinda nervous

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voguesriot · 1 year ago

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DON’T HURT YOURSELF ✹ luke castellan

( summary ) social media au where your boyfriend became the asshole everyone warned you he’d be and now you’re looking for revenge (& luke is a down bad loser w no game)

( pairings ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader

DIRECT MESSAGES

sarahdawson: hey girly ik we’re not like close or anything but something happened last night that i need to tell you about

sarahdawson: so i was getting strawberries yesterday and max was there and he was being really weird and like flirty and i’m so sorry i feel like such a horrible person even though i turned him down right away but he tried to kiss me and i hit him and then i went back to my cabin but i had to tell you

sarahdawson: i’m so sorry

yourusername: THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE I KNEW HE WASNT WORTH SHIT

yourusername: this is clarisse btw i took her phone

yourusername: (me again) thank you for telling me sarah it rlly means a lot 🫶

sarahdawson: if it makes any difference you’re way too hot for him and literally anything you need (even rigging archery lessons so the new kids take shots just as he’s walking by), i’m your girl x

♫ Don’t Hurt Yourself by Beyoncé feat. Jack White

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yourusername love god herself (love u mama) 💋

sarahdawson AHHH YOURE SO PRETTY

yourusername THANK YOU GORGEOUS 🥹🥹

clarisselarue too good for anyone 😮‍💨

silenabeauregard prettiest girl everrrr

chrisrodriguez pur girlie

yourusername what.

chrisrodriguez gods forbid a man expresses an ounce of girlish whimsy

yourusername nooo queen i appreciate you thank you

seaweedbrain you ate ‼️‼️‼️

seaweedbrain ate my dessert*

seaweedbrain it’s all fun and games until you end up stealing from the youth

seaweedbrain count your days miss counsellor

yourusername my girl sally should’ve kept you on a leash for a bit longer because you are rabid my love

seaweedbrain I WAS NEVER ON A LEASH WTF

racheledare STUNNA GIRL STUNNA GIRL I CHOOSE U BABY OVER A HUNDRED GIRLS

yourusername ME AND U 4EVERR 🙏🙏

lukecastellan nice dress!!

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clarisselarue lukecastellan i saw that.

lukecastellan why are you so ominous

clarisselarue why are you such a loser

lukecastellan have you ever been chill for a day in your life

clarisselarue have you ever known the loving touch of a woman

chrisrodriguez FOUL 😭😭😭

♫ Feather by Sabrina Carpenter

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[ tagged: yourusername , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean ]

sarahdawson girls night w my favs 💘

silenabeauregard APOLLO CABIN 🔛🔝

yourusername FORREALLL

yourusername best night i’ve had in a long time i love u all sm ☹️🫶 ( liked by sarahdawson , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean )

silenabeauregard MY GIRLSSSSS

wisegirll prettiest girls in the world 💕💕

clarisselarue sarah girl love ya but maybe leave the singing to ur siblings 🙏

sarahdawson RUDE

yourusername sarahdawson dw baby i loved our duet xx

sarahdawson we simply are destiny’s child

drewtanaka yk who is shaking in his boots

seaweedbrain oh yeah cool i didn’t even want an invite it’s totally chill

yourusername calm down lil guy maybe when you’re older

clarisselarue if zeus doesn’t smite his ass before he gets the chance 😭

seaweedbrain clarisselarue I BEAT YOUR DADS ASS HES LITERALLY A DEADBEAT DADDY

wisegirll too far

seaweedbrain sorry clarisse

lukecastellan yourusername we could hear you singing all the way in hermes ☠️

yourusername NO THATS SO EMBARRASSING WHICH SONG

lukecastellan i think it was never lose me or smth

clarisselarue bros acting like he hasn’t been thinking ab it nonstop

yourusername lukecastellan i’m so sorry for any pain i’ve caused

chrisrodriguez AYY BRO MAKING MOVES

groverunderwood you call those moves? 😭

chrisrodriguez baby steps are still steps let me celebrate my guy in peace 😔

♫ Heartless by The Weeknd

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maxwalsh never been better

clarisselarue oh that’s not ☠️

lukecastellan this what you’ve been doing instead of coming to sparring?

maxwalsh it’s a better challenge

drewtanaka THE CLAWS ARE OUT MEOW

yourusername just posted to their story!

DIRECT MESSAGES

lukecastellan: you look really pretty

#luke castellan x aphrodite!reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader #camp half blood x reader

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lililixie · 11 days ago

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electric love *★.

baby, you're like lightning in a bottle; i can't let you go now that i've got it

pairing: bff!felix x gn!reader

wc: 1.2k

genre/warnings: fluff, angst (if you use a magnifying glass), kinda suggestive, kissing, cursing

synopsis: you've made up your mind. you are going to do the “today i tried to kiss my best friend” trend on felix…

a/n: guys im in my writer era :PPP DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER THIS TREND LOL i heard electric love randomly at the alley (the boba shop LMAO) and knew i had to write sm ab it! this is meant to be on the sillier side so i hope u enjoy! reblogs and feedback are appreciated ^_^

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Today is the day. You lay sprawled across Felix’s couch with a pillow thrown haphazardly across your stomach. Your eyes were shut. Felix was in the other room, cooking an exquisite meal of instant ramen for the two of you. You didn’t trust him in the kitchen by himself, but you had bigger things to worry about. Today was the day that you were going to do it. You were going to kiss him.

Your plan was foolproof. Kind of. Okay, maybe it wasn’t foolproof at all, but at least you had a plan! You reviewed said plan one more time.

STEP ONE! You were going to ask him to do the AiScream (Ruby Chan! HAI!) dance with you. Felix was chronically online. There was no way he would decline.

STEP TWO! Ask him to practice the dance with you first without sound (you would be using “Electric Love” instead, but he wouldn’t know that!) to make sure that you both had it down.

STEP THREE! As you two started dancing, you would turn towards him, cup his face, and kiss him. Boom. Operation Kiss Felix would be a success.

You inhaled deeply once. Twice. Then, you sat up from your cozy position and peeked over the pillows at your golden boy. He was stirring the ramen noodles with two wooden chopsticks, humming a song to himself and nodding his head. You gathered your bearings and exhaled sharply. You could do this. You could do this!

“Hey, Lix?” you called out.

“Mm, yeah?” his voice, deep and smooth as honey, hit your ears.

“Wanna make a TikTok with me?”

His face lit up immediately and he set his chopsticks down on the counter. “Oh, hell yeah!! What are we doing?”

You let out a sigh of relief. You stood up and opened TikTok, selected the “Electric Love” audio, and quickly made sure your volume was at zero.

“I was thinking the Ruby-chan dance? The new one,” you responded. You looked up from your phone and met Felix’s eyes. His hair was iridescent underneath the white lights, his skin was golden, and his brown eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“Oh my gosh, I had been wanting to do that. I was just about to ask you if you wanted to do it with me!” he exclaimed.

“Great! Do you want to try it one time without sound first? Just to see if we both know it?” you asked.

He nodded enthusiastically and smiled at you. “Oh, let’s go. We’re going to win this trend.”

Step one was complete. You placed your phone carefully on the coffee table near the couch and propped it up against a mug. Felix walked to your side and looked at the two of you on your phone. A stupid grin broke out across his face and you gave him a side eye suspiciously.

“Ruby-chan? Hai!! Nani ga suki??” he said in an exaggerated high pitched voice. It cracked on the “suki”.

You burst out laughing. “Felix, your voice!”

He continued on, “Choco minto! Yori mo a-na-ta,” and finished with a wink. “Did you hear that? Choco minto, but I like you more.” He said, nudging you playfully with his arm.

“Ewww, what a loser,” you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

He just looked at you fondly. “It’s true.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you said, pretending to brush it off. Inside, though, you were pumping your fist in victory. This was it. Your plan was going to work. You took a deep breath one more time and hit the record button on your phone. Step two in motion…

“Ok, ready?” he asked you.

You nodded and counted off, “5, 6, 7, 8!” and exhaled shakily. This was it. No backing out now.

He started, “Ruby-chan? Hai!” and you turned to face him. You cupped his face and pulled him towards you, your lips barely brushing his before he flinched and pulled away in shock. Your heart dropped. Fuck. Shit. His eyes were wide. His hands were still frozen in the dance move, and your fingers retracted from his face, trembling.

Panic filled your lungs and you tried to backtrack furiously. “Fuck. Felix, I’m so sorry, it was-” but you were cut off by his lips crashing against yours. One of his hands cupped your cheek and the other was tangled in your hair. Your breath hitched for a moment before you kissed him back. A small voice in the back of your mind said ��step three?’ before it you told it to shut up.

Kissing Felix was better than you ever could have imagined. His lips were soft and pliant, moving against yours with a passion you didn’t even know existed in real life. They fit against yours perfectly, like you were made for each other. Your hands slowly crept up to his neck, and your fingers played with his golden hair. It was feathery and soft beneath your fingertips, and Felix let out a groan into your mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he whispered for a moment before his mouth found yours again.

Your mind was blank. All you knew was him, his lips against yours, his hands in your hair, his cologne, vanilla and sweet, wafting around you, and his skin hot against yours. When he finally broke away, you were lightheaded. His eyes were dark, his pupils were huge. He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

“So I take it you didn’t want to do the AiScream dance?” he said in a low, hoarse voice.

You smiled. “What gave it away?” Mission successful.

Still breathing heavily, he reached over to your still-recording phone and knocked it down. He pushed you into the couch and kissed you again, but this time it was different. He was needier, desperate. Like your lips were a drug that he couldn’t get enough of.

His arms caged you against the cushions, his hands pulling you into him. You could feel the kiss deepening, turning into something darker. You whimpered into his mouth and he tightened his grip on you, and-

Ssssssssssssssssssssssss

What the heck? You broke away, eyes hazy and unfocused. You heard… a sizzling and bubbling sound? Felix whined, trying to kiss you again, but you stopped him.

“Felix, what is that sound?” you said from beneath him. Which was crazy, by the way. You? Beneath Felix?

He groaned and lifted himself off of you, looking around the room before his eyes landed on the pot of ramen, which was boiling over and spilling onto the stove and floor.

“Shit! Fuck, shit,” he cursed out before he ran over to the stove, almost tripping over his own feet. He frantically shut the stove off.

You let out a puff of laughter. “Did someone get distracted?”

He shot you a glare as he grabbed paper towels to clean up the mess. There was water all over the place and the ramen was somehow also burnt. He knelt to the floor and started to wipe up the water. “I hate you.”

“Obviously not,” you teased before getting up as well. “I’ll help you clean up. How the hell do you burn ramen? It’s literally in water?” You knelt down next to him, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, before locking eyes with you. He sighed and his gaze softened. “That was fun. Maybe we should do TikTok trends together more often.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’re silly.”

He tilted his head, his hair falling into his eyes, and grabbed your head gingerly, touching your forehead to his. “Only for you.”

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

the end!!!

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cybrasigilism · 7 months ago

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highkey need submissive namgyu 🙁 and more sub thanos??! loved the oneshots u made sm 🙏

IM SICK OF THERE NOT BEING ANY NAMGYU GIFS RAAHHHH

Submissive Headcanons! (Namgyu/Player 124 Edition)

character: namgyu (player 124)

A/N: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE 😈🙏 just like we need more sub!thanos, SUB NAMGYU IS A MUST IN THESE STREETS. i’ve been straight up anticipating another request for him, and trust more sub thanos will be upon us

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, readers discretion is advised

─── ⋆⋅·𖥸·⋅⋆ ─ ⋆⋅·𖥸·⋅⋆ ───

➣ will be on his hands and knees begging for your pussy. this man will go full simp mode just as long as whatever he does results in you on his dick

➣ i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: namgyu is clearly touchstarved. he needs your hands on him at all times, and your touch alone turns him on to a degree you don’t fully understand

➣ needs to be degraded, absolutely craves it. you may even throw some of the stuff he says to you when he’s topping in bed back at him like:

“finally putting that slutty body of yours to good use, huh?”

“why don’t you show me exactly why you deserve my pussy, hm?”

“are you close? it’s a shame you won’t be cumming ‘less i say so then..”

“that’s it— whine like the little bitch you are.”

➣ loves when you tie him up

➣ there’s only one thing he loves more than being tied up actually, and that’s being gagged.

➣ will cry when you edge him that doesn’t mean stop

➣ is very affectionate in aftercare. he needs to be the little spoon, even if he’s taller than you are

➣ tie this man up when you give him head, it’ll be pure torture for him not to be able to grab your head while you take the full length of his cock in your mouth. double whammy if you tease him here by bringing him to the edge of release and then stop out of nowhere

➣ he’ll definitely repeat the stuff you say to him amidst the fucking™️, think stuff along the lines of

“yes— i’m your fucktoy”

“yeah, yeah i’m mommy’s good boy”

“i love when you use me, god yeah”

➣ you will not be able to understand a single word he utters when you overstimulate him, he’ll be too far gone to care about being coherent to any degree

➣ still goes crazy for the hair pulling, maybe even more so when he’s subbing

─── ⋆⋅·𖥸·⋅⋆ ─ ⋆⋅·𖥸·⋅⋆ ───

thanks so much for the namgyu request! i really do like writing for him and i had a lot of fun thinking up these headcanons

as always, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested! thanks for reading and have a great night/day lovelies ❤️

tags: @gongyoosgf @gabbystinks

#squid game #squid game 2 #fanfiction #squid game smut #squid game x reader #x reader smut #player 124 #nam gyu #player 124 x reader #headcanons

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stvrrlau · 3 months ago

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BOYFRIEND , stiles stilinski .

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇，❝ stiles just wants to be your boyfriend. ❞

955────awkward!flustered!stiles ⋆ skeptical!f!reader ✶ drabble , pure fluff , teasing , based on a song bc yes and yes included the lyrics LISTEN TO IT AS YOU READ TRUST ME , stiles is just a silly guy who really likes you >w< stvrrs notes.ᐟ OMG HI AGAIN what this isn't kpop WELL I FELL IN LOVE WITH TEEN WOLF OKAY so uh expect random fanfics of this silly lil guy cause I LOVE HIM and also im rlly sorry 4 not posting alot i have exams next month and im sorta panicking AND OMG TYSM 4 40 FOLLOWERS I LOVE U GUYS SM ILL MAKE SMTH SPECIAL 4 YALL WHEN I HIT 50 MWAH MWAH REBLOGS+LIKES+COMMENTS APPRECIATED!!!!!

🇭🇴🇲🇪 , 🇱🇮🇧🇷🇦🇷🇾 .

STILES

"𝐔𝐆𝐇 i just want a boyfriend. is that too much to ask for?”

stiles was not eavesdropping.

he just happened to be passing by when he spotted you and very conveniently began rummaging through his bag for a paperclip for his next lesson—lacrosse.

he also happened to overhear—accidently—what you were saying about wanting a boyfriend.

“seriously,” you continued, “just someone to talk to, hold my hand, text me good morning, you know?”

stiles could hear his heart pound in his ears.

he absolutely could do that for you. he wanted to do that for you. he had practiced being that person for you more times in the mirror than he cared to admit.

“oh come on, having a boyfriend isn’t all that great.” lydia said, trying to cheer you up.

it would be great if he was your boyfriend.

“you’re only saying that since you have your perfect situationship and allison gets attention from like, every single guy in school.”

‘not mine though.’ stiles thought as he listened to you whine about not having a special person. he wished he could be that special person for you.

apparently, stiles was listening a little too hard because he didn’t realise the next thing he would walk into was you.

he could feel his brain short-circuit.

“stiles! what are you doing here? don’t you have lacrosse next? why are you near the science labs?”

stiles could barely process what you were saying, his brain completely fried from the way you were looking up at him—wide eyes, curious, big smile on your face. he thought he was about to pass out.

“stiles?” you asked again, shaking his shoulder gently.

that did it for him.

“I COULD BE YOUR BOYFRIEND!” he quickly blurted out, at a much louder volume that he had hoped for. noticing the odd stares he had gotten from the people in the corridors he cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to speak again. he shut it. then opened it again.

“i—uh—only if you want—boyfriend—yeah.”

you stared up at him with a blank stare. blinked. then blinked again before smiling.

“yeah, thanks stiles.” you half-laughed, patting his arm before walking past him to head over to chemistry, “see ya later.”

clearly yn didn’t think he was serious.

well stiles would just have to show you that he was.

———

as soon as lacrosse finished, stiles rushed out of the changing rooms as fast as possible, leaving scott alone and confused on what on earth his best friend could be planning.

panting, stiles fumbled with the piece of paper in his hands, before shoving it through the barely-big-enough gap in your locker.

now you’d have to take him seriously.

———

the final bell rung, echoing through the school as i trudged over to my locker, prepared to go home and sleep for an eternity.

as i opened my locker, i was expecting piles and piles of books to greet me—which they did. what i did not expect was a piece of paper, neatly folded but crinkled, to fall and hit me on the head. it landed onto the ground and i quickly picked it up, curious to see what it could be.

upon my inspection, i saw my name scribbled onto the outside of it—as a reassurance that it was meant for me.

i unfolded and smoothed out the sheet, reading the messy handwriting, still trying to figure out whose it could be.

everyday i see you on your own.

and i cant believe that you're alone.

but i overheard your girls and this is what they said.

that you’re looking for a boyfriend, i see that.

give me time, you know i’m gonna be there.

don’t be scared to come, put your trust in me.

can’t you see, all i really wanna be is your boyfriend!

if you tell me where, i’m waiting here.

—stiles.

i re-read the note several times, trying to process what was happening. stiles actually wanted to be my boyfriend!?

without wasting another second, i slammed my locker door shut and ran down the hallway, swiftly ducking in and out of the crowds of people. i quickly pushed open the doors, the brightness of the sun making me squint as i searched for stiles.

where could he be?

almost as if someone had read my thoughts, i heard the sound of his laugh—that same laugh i hadn’t realised how much i liked.

there he was, walking with scott, laughing, head thrown back, hand clutching his bag strap, making my heart stutter. i licked my lips nervously before quickly focusing back into reality.

there was no time to daydream—i had to reach him!

i half-ran, half-fell down the stairs, lungs burning and legs screaming at me to stop.

“stiles!” i exclaimed, a couple meters behind the pair. stiles paused and turned around, meeting my eyes. his face immediately reddened slightly as i finally caught up to them, panting.

“yn—hi.” he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly expecting the worst.

“i’ll—be—your—girlfriend—” i panted, clutching my chest, the crumpled letter in my other.

stiles’ eyes widened to the size of saucers and i half-expected him to start rubbing his eyes like a cartoon character to confirm that this wasn't a dream.

“w-what..?” he stammered, face even redder now.

“oh for god's sake stiles, she said she’ll be your girlfriend!” scott groaned, face buried in his hands, watching the scene before him unfold.

stiles nodded slowly before a huge grin appeared on his face.

“i won’t let you down.” he said, interlacing our hands.

“good.” i grinned back.

“finally.” scott muttered as if was annoyed but his smile gave it away that he was happy for his friend. for us. stiles. boyfriend. my boyfriend.

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starlitkitten · 2 months ago

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Wedding night with oikawa.

No hard sex please, i'm craving some love making smut.

Thank u sm

I hope its good enough, i tried my best. 🥹

Warnings: fem!reader, pussy eating, gentle lovemaking, unprotected sex, pet names, praising etc. MDNI!!!

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

The wedding reception took just long enough to have you craving your husband. He looked so good, so handsome, so happy and so much yours. You watched him talk with his best man, Iwaizumi, as he held a glass of champagne, the wedding ring shone brightly. Iwaizumi was the last guest, and you watched them shake hands and Iwaizumi pat his best friend on the back before he grabbed his bag and left. Your husband turned to you, a soft smile on his face. He walked up to you, gently wrapping his arms around you. His brown eyes shone brightly as he looked at you, his hair a bit messy, lips bent into a happy smile.

"My wife is so pretty" he said softly "One last dance?" Oikawa asked as he heard the next song start, fortunately, it was a slower love song. You nodded, smiling at him as he gently hugged your body closer and waited for you to wrap your arms around his neck too. The embrace was intimate and warm, as he hummed softly along the music. Oikawa pressed a gentle kiss onto your temple as he stopped, and just grabbed you, lifting you into his arms making you let out soft squeals, taking his way inside the house. On the way, he turned off the music, and pushed the sliding door shut behind him. He put you down, pulling you to the bedroom. "Let's free you from all these hairpins and...stuff" he smiled and you huffed out a chuckle, settling on the bed.

Your husband got to work, gently taking all the pins and adornments out of your hair, placing them onto the bedside table. He tenderly brushed your hair to the side, kissing under your ear, moving down onto your neck, his hand gently sliding down your sides as he kissed your shoulder. He left butterfly kisses all over you, and you sighed as he sensually held your neck. "You're so gorgeous." He whispered as he zipped down your dress, following his hand, kissing down your back. He gently helped you up into standing, and pushed down your dress gently, following the was with tender kisses. As the dress landed on the floor, he gently sat you down back, taking off your shoes. He kissed up your legs, appreciating you.

"This is all I've ever dreamed of." He said between kisses.

"What, to kiss my feet?" You joked softly and he huffed out a laugh. "

"No. To call you my wife." He said looking up at you with the most lovesick eyes ever. "But I'll gladly kiss your feet too." He broke into a grin, joking too, wanting to make you laugh. He gently reached behind your back, unclasping your bra. "Oh, so pretty..." He whispered, letting his eyes roam your body, his hands gently pulling down your panties. He wanted you. Craved you. You were so beautiful, it pained him. And you were his. Forever.

"How is that, that I am naked, and you still have all of your clothes?" You asked leaning your head to the side, and he smirked.

"That's not important right now." He said as he tugged at his tie, leaning down to kiss your thighs. Moving up with tender kisses, he gently parted your legs, and pulled your hips forward. He leaned down, kissing your clit, making you shiver. "You're already so wet darling." He said as he gently angled your hips to have more access. He licked a soft stripe up your wet folds, his strong and long fingers massaging your thighs. Oikawa looked up at you, holding eye contact as he gently dived in. In the quiet room, the only sounds were your soft pants and moans, and the wet noises he made as he rolled his tongue against your wet warmth. Your hand landed in his hair gently, just as he drove two fingers inside you, and you let out a soft moan.

"Yeah. That's it sweetheart." He praised, kissing you where your thighs met your hips, then diving back, running his tongue over your clit again and again, while he moved his fingers, curling them to find the spot that made you feel so good. He was so into it, loving on you. He wanted to make you feel good. He gently sucked and licked your clit, his eyes closed in concentration, getting lost in the feelings, wanting to hear more of your pleasured sounds.

"I wanna make love to you so badly. Can I?" He asked pulling away, looking up at you, and you nodded, standing up along with him, making him stand with his back to the bed. You gently started to unbutton his white shirt, kissing his neck, as one of your hands pushed down his shirt, the other slid down to gently palm his hard cock. He let out a soft gasp, closing his eyes. You freed him from his pants and underwear, leaning close to kiss him softly as you backed him onto the bed, settling on his lap. His hands gripped your waist, as your hips slowly rolled against his, a whimper falling from his lips. So sensitive. You lined his hard lenght up with your soaked pussy, slowly sinking down, and he shut his eyes tightly, laying back as you enveloped him. He sat up to hold you, wrapping his arms around you, placing his palms onto the small of your back as you wrapped your legs around his hips.

Oikawa kissed you tenderly as your hips started to slowly move back and then forth in small movements. His hips soon started to roll up too, holding your hips to pull you into every thrust.

"You feel so good." You said letting out so pretty moans, and you were so gorgeous, he forgot about everything for a moment. He kissed your neck gently, moving down to kiss your breasts and take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and rubbing it with his tongue. He panted softly, looking down where your bodies met, his hands gripping your hips, helping you move with his rythm. You felt a bit overwhelmed, with all the feelings and pleasure a broken moan of his name left your lips. "T-Tooru..." As soon as he heard you, his eyes found yours and he snapped out of it.

"Is it too much?" He asked softly, slowing down his pace even more.

"A bit." You whispered, hands holding his shoulder gently. "Deep."

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he caressed your sides, pressing some kisses onto your shoulder and neck.

"Its okay." You said and ran your fingers into his hair, making him bury his face into your neck.

"No. No it's not." He said softly, lifting you up, laying you down on your back. "I never want to hurt you or make it uncomfortable for you sweetheart." He whispered, slowly pushing back into you. "You're so gorgeous. My wife." He said as he started to thrust into you in a slow pace. You wrapped your arms around him.

"You could never hurt me." You said, kissing his shoulder, hugging him closer. He kept close while he made love to you, his pace not faltering, nor fastening, hinting kisses and praises everywhere.

"You feel so good, love." He grunted into your neck, listening to your whimpers and moans. "Are you close, sweetheart?" Oikawa asked, kissing your neck. As you nodded, he moved a hand between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in soft circles, matching his thrusts.

"It's okay. You're so good. Let go." He talked you through it gently, kissing your cheek. Pleasure overfilled in you, making you softly cry out, thighs shaking, back arching slightly and chest heaving as you came, holding into him, hot white ecstasy filling your body. The rhythmic fluttering of your pussy around him made him bite his lips as he let out a soft whimper, thrusting some more before letting go, coming with a soft moan. He let his weight land on you, but still careful not to hurt you as you both panted.

"I love you." You said softly, and he held you tighter. "I love you too." He whispered, pressing kisses onto your forehead and cheeks. After some minutes of kisses and cuddles, he got up, leaving the room. You laid there with a satisfied grin. This is my husband. You thought, looking at your ring.

After some minutes he came back with a bottle of water, some snacks and a wet cloth, jumping onto the bed next to you, making you laugh. Oikawa cleaned you up, while hinting kisses everywhere on your body. He threw the cloth aside, pulling you into his arms. "Snacks?" He asked with a grin, and you nodded.

As you laid in his arms, stealing snacks out of his hand, giggling and sharing kisses, in his warmth, you thought: life is good with him by your side.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

I hope y'all enjoyed it.

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru smut #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa tooru x y/n #oikawa x y/n

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pedroscowgirl · 10 months ago

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Hi sweetheart🫶🏻🤍

I was wondering if you could do a Hugh Jackman x kind! fem reader, where he's having a tiring day and comes back home. You've cooked him a nice dinner and made pumpkin spiced cinnamon rolls for desert🫶🏻He appreciates the settlement and wants to give something back, but it was his night.

I love your fics bbg <3

A warm fall night

Hugh jackman x fem!reader

Warnings: smut/fluff, minors dni!

P in v (wrap it up guys), creampie, oral m!receiving, couch sex , slight mention of alcohol (not too much), reader has hair lmk if I forgot something🙏🏼

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A/n: hi bb! Thank you sm for always supporting me! 🫶🏻 sorry it took so long, but I hope u like this💋

The door to your home creaked open softly, and you heard the familiar shuffle of shoes against the doormat as Hugh stepped inside. The late evening sun cast an orange glow through the windows, but the air carried the first crisp hints of autumn. You glanced up from the kitchen counter, already knowing by the way he moved that it had been a long day. His shoulders were hunched with exhaustion, and the usual spark in his eyes had dimmed.

“Hey,” you greeted warmly, putting down the dish towel and walking over to him. “You’re home.”

Hugh turned toward you, his smile small but genuine. “Yeah. Finally,” he said, his deep voice gravelly with fatigue. He placed his bag by the door and kicked off his shoes, letting out a heavy breath. He looked so worn down, and all you wanted was to make sure he left his troubles at the door tonight.

“You look tired honey” you observed softly, reaching up to smooth your hand across his arm in a comforting gesture.

“Long day. I feel like I’ve been running on fumes,” he admitted, leaning into your touch. “But it’s better now.” His eyes found yours, full of gratitude already.

“Well, I thought you might need something nice to come home to,” you said, guiding him toward the kitchen table. “Sit down and relax. I made your favourite." He sat down and looked up at you,"you are my favourite"

Hugh looked at the food and raised a brow, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips despite his tiredness. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Of course I did,” you replied with a soft laugh. “You’ve been working so hard lately, I wanted to make sure you could unwind tonight.”

The table was set simply but beautifully, with candles flickering in the center and a hearty meal waiting for him. Grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and buttery mashed potatoes, comfort food at its finest. You placed a glass of red wine in front of him, watching as he took it all in. He looked touched, almost overwhelmed for a moment.

“This looks incredible,” he murmured, eyes flicking back to you. “I can’t tell you how much I needed this.”

“You don’t have to,” you said, smiling as you sat down across from him. “Just enjoy it.”

As Hugh dug into the meal, you could see the tension start to leave his body. Each bite seemed to relax him a little more, and you felt a sense of satisfaction just watching him unwind. It was rare for him to take a moment for himself; he was always giving so much to everyone else, always on the go. Tonight, though, you were determined to make sure he felt appreciated.

After a while, you cleared the plates and returned to the kitchen, a playful grin on your face. “I hope you saved some room,” you called over your shoulder.

“For what?” Hugh asked, leaning back in his chair, his interest piqued.

You turned around, holding a tray of pumpkin spiced cinnamon rolls, the golden-brown swirls drizzled with a light glaze, still warm from the oven. The sweet scent of cinnamon and nutmeg filled the air, instantly making the room feel cozier.

His eyes widened as you set the tray down on the table. “You made these? You’ve been busy.”

“Just wanted to make sure dessert was special too,” you said, sliding one of the rolls onto a plate and handing it to him. “Pumpkin spice is perfect this time of year, don’t you think?”

Hugh chuckled, taking a bite and closing his eyes in pure enjoyment. “You’re spoiling me tonight,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “These are amazing.”

You sat down next to him, watching him enjoy the dessert, your heart swelling with affection. There was something so satisfying about knowing you’d given him a bit of comfort after such a hard day.

Hugh took your hand across the table, his fingers gently tracing patterns on the back of your palm. “I don’t know how you do it,” he said softly. “You always seem to know exactly what I need.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” you replied, smiling as you squeezed his hand. “Tonight’s all about you. You give so much of yourself to everyone, I just wanted to make sure you get a little something back.”

He was quiet for a moment, his thumb brushing gently against your skin as he looked at you with a deep sense of appreciation. “You don’t know how much that means to me. I’m so lucky to have you.”

You could see it in his eyes, the weariness fading, replaced by something softer, more relaxed. He had needed this—a night to feel cared for, a night where he didn’t have to be “on” or worry about anyone else.

After dessert, you led him over to the couch, the soft glow of the candles still flickering in the background as you settled down beside him. He stretched out, pulling you into his arms, and you both melted into the cushions, the warmth of the evening wrapping around you.

“This,” Hugh said quietly, his arm draped over your shoulders as you leaned into him, “is perfect. I feel like I haven’t had a chance to just... be in a while.”

You nestled closer, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady beat of his heart. “You deserve it. No need to do anything tonight. Just relax.”

Hugh chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know it’s supposed to be my night, but I can’t help it. I want to give something back.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling. “You being here is more than enough.”

But he wasn’t having it. Gently, he shifted, pulling you on his lap and his lips found yours in a soft, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, his voice was low and sincere. “You make everything better, you know that?”

You shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the warmth of his body beneath yours. As you moved, you could feel him growing beneath you, the subtle shift in his breath giving him away. His hands instinctively tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as you began to gently grind against him, your movements slow and deliberate.

A soft groan escaped his lips, his head falling back as he gave in to the sensation, eyes fluttering closed. The way he responded to you, completely immersed, sent a thrill through your body. You reveled in the control you held, the connection building between you.

But just as the heat began to build, you slowly pulled away, rising from his lap with a teasing smile playing at the corners of your lips. His eyes opened, clouded with desire as he watched your every move. Without breaking the gaze, you reached down, undoing the button of his pants, your fingers deft and patient.

You freed him gently, your touch light and careful, feeling the weight of the moment between you. You knelt before him, your lips finding his dick.

Each sound he made, each quiet groan or sharp intake of breath—spurred you on, filling the room with a charged energy. His hand flew to your hair, his fingers tangled in the strands as he guided you with barely perceptible movements, letting you set the pace. Every motion was filled with deliberate care, a mixture of affection and desire growing stronger between you.

You could feel the tension in his body mounting, the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. His breathing became heavier, ragged with anticipation, and you knew he was close. His hips bucked slightly, and the warmth of his body against you sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through you. You could sense him nearing the edge, so you quickened your pace, eager to give him everything he wanted.

But then, just as his breathing hitched and his grip in your hair tightened, he suddenly stopped you. His hand slid from your hair to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes made your heart race, your breath catching as you realized how close he was. A soft whine escaped your lips, the loss of contact leaving you yearning for more, but his gaze, dark and full of desire, held you in place.

“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, thick with need. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making you shiver in anticipation. “I want you to ride me, babygirl.”

The way he said it, so calm yet commanding, sent a thrill through you. You bit your lip, a flush of heat rising in your chest as your mind raced. Without a word, you nodded and took your pants off, a smile playing on your lips as you shifted your weight and moved to straddle him. His hands immediately found your waist, guiding you into position, his fingers digging into your skin in a way that made your pulse quicken.

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, the feeling of him beneath you igniting every nerve in your body. His low groan vibrated through the air, and you felt his grip tighten as you sank down fully, taking him in. For a moment, you stayed still, letting the intensity of the connection settle between you both. The room was filled with quiet breaths and the electric hum of anticipation, each of you lost in the feeling of the other.

His hands slid from your waist up your sides, fingers grazing your skin as he urged you to move. You began to roll your hips, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that matched the deep, unspoken connection between you. His head fell back against the couch, his eyes closing as he let out a soft, guttural moan. The way he reacted to your every movement, the way his body responded so naturally to yours, only encouraged you to go further.

As you moved, your hands found his chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles beneath his shirt. The friction, the closeness—it all felt so perfect, like the two of you were made for this moment. His hands never left your body, guiding you, lifting you, as you moved together in sync. His breath was ragged now, his voice low and strained as he whispered your name, filling the space between groans of pleasure.

The pace quickened, and the tension between you built with every movement, each of you caught in a loop of need and desire. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you closer, urging you on. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, your breath mingling with his, the closeness of it all making your heart race.

Your pace quickened even more as you felt him tense beneath you, his grip on you becoming almost desperate. His groans grew louder, and you knew he was close again—this time, you weren’t going to stop. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his, your lips barely brushing his as you whispered, “I’ love you.”

With that, everything between you seemed to reach its peak. His body responded to yours in perfect rhythm, and together you chased your realease, both completely enveloped in the heat of each other. "I love you to sweetheart. So much.."he moaned as he came into you.

The rest of the night was spent in quiet bliss, the two of you wrapped in each other’s presence. Hugh’s exhaustion slowly faded as the night wore on, replaced by a calm contentment. For once, he wasn’t thinking about work or responsibilities, just you, and the warmth of the home you had created together.

As you both drifted off into sleep, tangled in each other’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel that tonight had been exactly what he needed. A reminder that no matter how hard the world was on him, there was always a place for him to rest, always a place where he was cherished. And that place was with you.

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Baby idk if you still take requests but I'll really appreciate you writing fem Reader in sundress and Vessel fucking her in it. And a LOT of worshipping and praises, aslo a little breeding kink yk ...

(Sorry if i had any grammar issues, English isn't my first language! And you're my favorite blog. I love u sm and take care 🎀

Picnic ✶ Vessel x Fem! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, fingering (f receiving), public sex (technically), breeding kink

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“I should’ve never let you leave the house like that.”

It’s about the fifth time he’s said since you stepped out the door. Once as you were leaving, twice in the car, third as the two of you unloaded the car, fourth as he walks behind you towards your destination, and fifth, now as your sat on the blanket. You just shake your head and hand him the container of fruit, “No matter how many times you say that, it’s doesn’t change anything.” You laugh. He grumbles, whispering something under his breath you don’t quite catch.

You had somewhat anticipated this kind of behavior the second you put the dress on. The soft, flowing fabric hugs everywhere it needs to, accentuating all your curves, cups your tits perfectly. The slit up the thigh was a bit of a surprise-you must’ve forgot about that detail when ordering, but you couldn’t deny that you looked and felt good in the dress.

Vessel is waiting for you in the room, something he always did when you got ready. Always excited to see your outfit, how you decided to do your hair that day, if you changed anything about your makeup. “This is new..shit.” He’s sat on the bed, his hands gripping your waist, turning you side to side, around in a circle. You laugh softly, noticing how quickly his eyes move over you, how long they pause on certain areas. “You can’t leave the house like this..not unless you wanna get fucked out in public.” He says the last part quietly, hands massaging over your ass. You scoff and push his shoulder playfully, stepping away from his wandering hands. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say,” he gets up to follow you out of the room, “I’m wearing it. It’s cute, no?” “It’s…something.” He could have passed as a lost puppy, following you around the house, stuck to you, pouting when you don’t give him the attention he’s desperately asking for.

The dress was apparently “something” that turned him into a needy mess. Has him huffing and grumbling at you as he arranges the spread of food you brought.

The weather was perfect. Sunny with a warm breeze. Grass a luscious green, wildflowers blooming, birds chirping, a few clouds dotting the sky. It’s surprisingly quiet out, with only a few people littering the park, far from the secluded corner you’re set up in. Fresh fruit and veggies, bite sized sandwiches, fresh baked pastries and homemade lemonade get picked over by the two of you. Steady and casual conversation flow between you and Vessel, who’s seemed to calm down a bit. He still ogles you every chance he gets but keeps his hands to himself.

It’s nice to just sit with him. You welcome the lulls in conversation, basking in the sunshine, listening to the ruffling leaves in the wind, the calm sounds of nature. It’s during one of the quiet moments that you hear a camera shutter. You open an eye to peak at Vessel, who’s lowering his phone. He smiles at the screen, turning the phone towards you, “You look so pretty, my love.” The photo he’s taken shows you sat, head turned up the sky looking perfectly content. Your hair’s blowing in the breeze, your skin shining in the sun. You smile shyly, shifting to sit on your knees. “Thank you.” He meets your forward lean, pecking your lips. “C’mere.” He cocks his head to side, outstretching his legs for you to sit in between. His arms wrap around you when you get situated and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, humming at the smell of his favorite fragrance, the one you only wear every so often. He’s quiet for a short while, absentmindedly tapping his fingers on your rib cage. You could almost fall asleep on him until he’s back to wanting your attention.

“Can’t believe you dragged me all the way out here for a picnic. When all I can think about is splaying you out on this blanket and pumping you full.” He punctuates his sentence with a kiss on your neck, moving his hands to unabashedly grope your chest. You let out a surprised gasp, swatting at his hand, “Vess-there’s people around.” He scoffs, “Wrong. Trust me, I’ve been watching. Was waiting for those people to leave.” His calloused fingers slip into the cups of your dress to tweak your nipples. His other hand busies itself on your leg, toying with the slit of your dress before finding its way in between your thighs. “Just let me make you feel good, please,” he runs his nose up the side of your neck, his mouth stopping right next to your ear, “wanna see you all wreaked and blissed out in this pretty little outfit of yours.” He roughly cups a hand over your pussy and it has you clenching your thighs around his hand. “Are you..sure? What if-.” His hand abandons your chest to grip your chin, tilting your head up and back to look at him. “Shhh,” he kisses you, “just spread your legs for me, lemme feel that perfect pussy.” His mouth is back on yours, swallowing your groan when he slips his fingers into your panties.

He grunts at your wetness on his fingers and pulls you tighter to his chest with an arm around your middle. His rough hands feel delicious on your aching skin, fingers massaging circles over clit for a short while before he eases two inside. “Shit, love, can’t wait to get my cock in you,” he speaks against your lips, “always so warm and wet for me, aren’t you?” You mewl and shyly nod, arching your back against him. “Can’t..can’t believe I’m letting you do this right now..” you moan when he curls his fingers. He laughs lightly, “You love it.”

He continues his pleasant torture of circling your clit, then plunging two fingers in until your clawing at his thighs, quietly gasping for release. He gets you there and keeps you buzzing. Slowing his pace but never stopping until you’re desperately trying to shift away from him. He gives you little to no time after, manhandling you to lay on your side, slotting himself behind you. You hear the clink of his belt being undone by impatient hands. Vessel breathes quickly, wrapping a big hand around your thigh, holding your legs open. You squirm when he runs the length of cock over your pussy, coating it in your slick. He doesn’t try to hide how much he loves the noises you make, bumping your sensitive clit with the head of his cock repeatedly just to hear you whine. “Vess..please,” you try to wiggle your hips back, “just fuck me already.”

That makes him snap and do just that. His cock slips in easily and he sighs over you when his hips are flush against your ass. He stays there for a minute, grinding against you. You turn your head back to watch him. His eyes are shut and his brows are furrowed, a thin sheet of sweat on his forehead. His eyes open to look down at you and he lets go of your leg, opting to cradle your cheek. His eyes scan your face as he pulls his hips back slowly, easing back in when just the head of his cock remains inside you. He smirks when your eyes screw shut, “Y’feel so good wrapped around my cock, darling,” he groans and quickens his thrusts, “always feel s’good.” He leans down to press his lips to yours, licking into your mouth. You feel his hand move to your lower stomach and press down. Your breath hitches each time he bottoms out, the pressure of his hand makes you pull away from him to gasp. “Good girl. I know..” he kisses your temple, “gonna cum soon, can I cum inside?” He whines, just the thought alone makes him greedy, has him digging the tips of his fingers into your skin. You’re not surprised how quickly he’s hit the brink, he has been hard for the past hour. “Hm, please-wanna fill you full..keep thinking about you-in this dress, tummy full of our baby…fuck.” His forehead rests against your temple and he’s whining in your ear, sloppily bullying his cock inside you. “Such a pretty mommy.” He can barely get the words out before he’s grunting and spilling his cum in you. He’s wrapped around you, grinding against your ass like he’d never get to fuck you again. He stays inside, fucking his cum up in you as far as he can, despite your overworked whimpers.

Eventually he lets up, pulling out of you slowly. “I’m sorry,” Vessel seems somewhat bashful now, “Something about this stupid dress.” He blushes.

You laugh, “Well, I kinda wore it for a reason..” you smile slyly. He shakes his head with a smile on his face, “I’m so glad you enjoyed watching me suffer.” He jokes and playfully rolls his eyes.

The two of you help the other straighten up, smoothing down the other’s hair, picking grass off your clothes. You finish packing up the last of your belongings, standing to shake off the blanket, “Well, let’s go home and we can try again.” You’re somewhat serious but you swear you’ve never seen him move faster. He grabs your hand, drags you back to car, clearly ready to get you home, where he can do whatever he pleases-this time, away from any potential prying eyes.

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I’ve had this request in my inbox for a HOT minute, but I thought about all the time just so you know anon.

K. Bye bye.

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