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I'll be writing about this guy soon, I hope you like it, if you want to be tagged, please comment!

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Guys. I made a Namgyu doll

He's so scary looking i love him so much

The clothes are from this girl on etsy I didn't make those

BUT THE ZIPPER ACTUALLY ZIPS

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Better than you thought…

Warnings: swearing, control issues, dirty sex, blowjob, cum, and mention of Thanos.

Female Reader X Nam-gyu

Total words: 4331

You had met him at the Pentagon club, he helped you a lot in the beginning, he was the club's promoter after all. You ended up there as a receptionist, welcoming guests and handling VIP reservations or something like that…You thought it was funny how every time Thanos came to the Nam-gyu club he would go crazy and approach you asking you to give him a room…Even if there was no reservation!

You snorted, "What? I can't do that…that one's already taken." You said without wanting to argue with him. He answered you "Look, I think you're not understanding this…"He said as he took you from a shoulder Thanos will show up today, and if we want him to keep coming back, we have to treat him right…" You snorted again, "Treat him well and keep giving him free drinks like you usually do." "Not even I benefit from that…" you murmured, still not stopping. "It's not like I get a raise or a property every time some idiot comes-"He interrupted you "shut up and fix it" You let out a sigh as you watched him act polite to the customers in front of you, ignoring the fact that he told you to fuck off. "What time will he come?" He looked at his phone and looked at you "in an hour or so, hurry up bitch…" "Okay… I can make some space but I need you to get me something…" you said a little amused. He looked at you like you were joking "what?" You nodded, "If I can clear that room, you'll find someone to cover for me while he's here…" What? You had your interests too, and you found that guy attractive. Weird, but well-known!Nam-gyu laughed mockingly. "Someone to cover for you? Uh-huh…" he said hesitantly. You noticed that and sighed, "When it's a damn joke, laugh…" "Do you want that room for that bastard? Yes or no…" He looked at you as if you were asking him for something impossible! "I don't know…" "What do you want it for? Just be happy to hear it from here…" "Haven't you ever had sex with someone?" He said trying to make fun of you and you rolled your eyes automatically. "What the fuck do you care? You idiot…" And the river even more "yes, they haven't fucked you…" You sighed and looked at him, "And you? You don't seem like the kind of guy everyone wants to grab, even if you give them drinks or VIP passes…" you said mockingly. "Damn bitch" you heard him say…or at least that was the only thing that was known about you.

Now both of you were in a bathroom of the club, you got off and noticed how his cock was already hard, you smiled to yourself and looked up at him who already had a hand on your head. "You're hard," you murmured as you continued to stare at him. He replied, "Shut up, you like sucking cock, don't you?" So you pulled down his pants and boxers, releasing his cock that was already dripping with precum. You took it with one hand first and started pumping, until later you started sucking the cock, it was there that you felt that he sank you deeper into his cock, you continued sucking the cock that seemed like a mushroom until you felt ready and could suck it all, that's how it was… you started and out of nowhere you felt like he was pressuring you for more…you swore you were drowning, you couldn't…You came out of there choking and said "shit…" while controlling your breathing and rubbing your watery eyes. He kept fucking your mouth so hard that you started to feel the burn, but right then, you knew he was close to cumming…You felt it shoot into you, some of it flowing down the corners of your lips and some down your neck, while Nam-gyu forced you to take it all…

Still stunned, you felt him quickly pull down your pants and start rubbing his fingers against your slit, still in your panties… "Look at you, you're already wet, whore." "You can't even control yourself and you just gave me a blowjob." He said as he continued to make fun of you, and you replied "why don't you fuck off…" And that's when you felt him put two fingers inside you and you moaned "agh…" while he laughed a little mockingly "why don't you take this instead…" he said as he pulled down your panties and began to rub against you…You swore it was enough…until without warning…Shit…his penis was already in you, without warning, but the lubrication you made yourself was enough for him…"Haven't you been fucked like this?" He asked as he began to thrust hard into you. You moaned, babbled, cursed, you don't even remember it anymore. Your white eyes, the noise of the music and her nearby moans is what you remember. "Damn tits" you heard him say as he put a hand inside you, you immediately felt your nipple harden and your moans became louder and louder, it was enough. "Agh, Nam-gyu…" was all you could say as he continued pounding into your core, making it so loud, so dirty, so exciting "don't tell me you were already going to cum…" "Ugh, please…" you said as he continued, faster, dirtier…But you couldn't take it anymore…and you unloaded yourself completely on him while he let out a smile "Shit…" he said still continuing, in search of his second orgasm "ugh, you're…tight…" he said agitatedly and you were simply overstimulated until you felt him contract and all his semen squirt in you…You felt it so strong, so rich, so fading between your lips and your thighs…

Well, you didn't fuck Thanos, but this was better…

I hope you liked it, if you have any ideas, don't hesitate to give them to me.

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I want to write about him, even though I know he's canonically gay in character :( Ideas?

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"Yours to Claim”

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, pregnancy, marked submission, power imbalance, rough sex, psychological control, toxic relationship, not suitable for all audiences.Tags: 1960s, mafia, implied domestic violence, dark smut, pregnant, submission, dirty talk, ownership, possessive male.

You’re alone in the kitchen. Again. Your fingers ache from scrubbing dishes. Your belly pulls at your back. And even though it’s been raining for hours, you haven’t closed the window. The cold helps you numb everything else.

Han Soo didn’t come home last night. Or this morning. The clock reads 10:43 p.m. when you hear the front door creek. The wet boots. The way the whole house seems to shrink when he steps in.

You don’t see him yet, but you feel him: that violent, heavy energy pressing against your chest.

—“Where are they?” —he asks from the living room, not looking at you. —“Asleep,” —you whisper. Barely a thread of a voice.

You know what comes next. No surprises with him. Only punishments dressed up as routine.

He enters the kitchen. Smells of cigarettes, metal, gasoline. You don’t know if he’s just killed someone or is about to.

He looks at you: at your belly, your breasts swollen for another child he’s never held. He grabs your arm. As always. As if you have no bones. As if you’re just something he owns.

He drags you to the bedroom. Locks the door. Always locks it. You don’t know if it’s habit or a reminder you can’t escape.

—“Did you behave today?” —he asks, shrugging off his soaked coat. You nod.

He sits on the edge of the bed, unbuckles his belt, then nods at you.

—“On your knees.”

You comply. Not because you want to. Not because it turns you on. Because it’s what you do. What he taught you to do. What you need to keep breathing another day.

Your belly is five months gone. The floor is freezing. But you’re there. Hands on his thighs. Mouth open. His cock pressed against your lips. He groans low, satisfied, as if you’re giving back something that’s always been his.

He pushes you deep. Your tears burn. Your nipples ache. Your legs tremble. But you don’t stop.

—“Look how swollen you are,” —he murmurs with that twisted half-smile—. “Full of me. Just like it should be.”

It’s not love. Not tenderness. It’s hunger. It’s domination. Him marking you again from the inside, even though he’s owned you for years. Even though you have his children. Even though your body isn’t yours.

When he’s done, he doesn’t hold you. He lifts you up, folds you over the bed. Your dress rides up on its own. Your thighs shake. He fucks you in one brutal, merciless thrust, as if punishing you for having waited.

You only moan softly. Because you know if you moan too loud, he’ll think you enjoyed it. And that would make everything worse.

—“Tell me you’re mine,” —he growls in your ear as he pounds into you mercilessly. —“I’m yours…” —you whisper through clenched teeth. —“Say it properly, bitch.” —“I’m yours, Han Soo. All of me. Only yours.”

And then he comes. Inside you. Always inside. As if leaving you empty was betrayal. As if filling you up again was his way to seal you.

He leaves you trembling. His seed trickling down your legs. Your belly throbbing. Your body marked.

And he… He lies down beside you as if nothing happened and lights a cigarette. As if he hadn’t just torn your soul to shreds one more time.

Author's note: I hope you liked it, this is really my interpretation but I would love to write about him being a little more affectionate!

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Coming soon this glorious man, he is very underrated, that's why I wrote about him!

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"Even if I don't approve, I'm still yours"

Pairing: Kim Seo-wan (A Daily Dose of Sunshine) x ReaderRating: Explicit /

Warnings:Mental breakdown, mentions of academic failure, heavy emotional intimacy, soft porn with crying, fragile male character, not for casual readers.

Word count: ~1.4k

It was almost midnight at the 24-hour library. The clock seemed to scream every second like it was sucking oxygen from the air. Outside, it was raining. Inside, there were only two left: you and him.

Seo-wan had been staring at the same page for five hours, head down, headphones in, hands shaking from too much coffee and no food. You watched him from your table. You’d known him since prep school. He used to tutor you when you were just starting. But now, you’d already passed the civil service exam... and he was still stuck on his seventh attempt.

You hadn’t spoken to him in weeks. Not until tonight.

You stood up, walked over to his table with a cheap chocolate bar in your hand.

—"You’ve been staring at that same sentence for fifteen minutes, Seo-wan," —you whispered, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from his forehead.

—"I just... need to understand this." —His voice was hollow, used-up. He sounded like a shell of himself.

You gently took the pen from his hand. Set it down on the desk.

—"You can stop. Even heroes rest."

He wanted to laugh, but his cheeks hurt. He wanted to kiss you, but his lips were trembling. So instead, he broke.

His chest ached. His eyes burned. And when you hugged him, he clung to you like he was drowning.

—"I don’t know how to make you happy," —he confessed, his voice shaking against your neck—. "I’m not anything right now. Not even a man."

—"Then let me remind you," —you whispered.

You guided his hand beneath your shirt, placed it over your warm, soft breast. He let out a shattered breath.

—"With me, you can be fragile. You don’t have to prove anything."

You undid his pants. Kissed down his chest, his abdomen, slow and patient. He lay there half-naked, flushed with shame, eyes glossy.

—"Is this okay?" —you whispered.

He couldn’t answer. He just let out a low moan, like his soul hurt.

—"You’re so beautiful..." —you murmured as you jerked him off gently, as blood filled his cock and he started to arch into your touch.

Then you straddled him. Slowly. The tip pressed in. He felt it — hot, tight, real.

—"Are you crying?" —you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He shook his head, but his eyes blurred again.

—"I’m here, okay?" —you said—. "You’re not falling. I’m holding you."

And he moaned when you sank all the way down on him, when he felt your warmth wrap around him, your wetness, your life.

It wasn’t sex. It was a truce. You held him so tight it felt like you were stitching his broken pieces together.

—"I’m sorry... I don’t know why..." —he whispered.

—"Don’t be. You’re alive."

You caressed his face while riding him. Each slow thrust was a breath. He clung to you like you were the only thing tethering him to this world.

And when he came, he didn’t scream. He just held you like he might break.

Afterward, he was silent, curled up against your chest. The rain kept falling. The city kept glowing. But all he could hear was your heartbeat.

—"Thank you... for not leaving me alone."

You kissed his forehead and whispered:

— "You don't need to pass that test to be important. You just need to stay."

Tagged: @luvpinkjaz

Author's note: I hope you liked it. Want part 2? Let me know, and if you want to be added, comment!

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my fav pic of u

what the fuck is that...

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Choose

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"fuck, boy. What a birthday present."

fanart for this awesome super cool thangyu fanfic on ao3 called "Starburned"

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Do I need to write obscenities to be read? OH REALLY??????

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You take it for yourself

⚠️ Content Warnings (TW/CW):Non-consensual sex / dubious consentPower imbalanceDrug withdrawalSexual degradationEmotional manipulationRough languagePsychological distress Nam-gyu X dominant and degrading F reader

After the game of hide and seek, they had returned to the bedroom. You were tired, still a little agitated from all the running and staying alert. You had been part of the blue team, and you thought you were screwed, but somehow, you managed to find the way out—hair standing on end, heart pounding—but you did it.

You walked in and looked at the survivors. That's when you noticed Nam-Gyu. He took off his sweatshirt and seemed to be searching for something—something that clearly wasn’t his. You saw him walk toward the guards who were waiting for the others. His hands went up in a pleading gesture, and you heard him say he needed to go back.

It didn’t go well.

He ended up on the ground, pointed at with one of their big rifles, until a baby’s cry somewhere else broke the moment. Eventually, you saw him vote to leave the game. You snorted to yourself.

Without those pills—his friend Thanos now dead—he was a nobody. And he looked like he was finally realizing it. His precious little crutch of confidence had vanished. The dormitory lights went off, and your bed was two bunks down from his. Many were empty now—bare, rusted metal frames with no mattresses. Fewer players, fewer sounds.

You heard him moving. Loud sighs, muttering nonsense to himself. You hadn’t spoken to him much, and in all honesty, he terrified you. But this… this seemed like the perfect moment. To mock him. To get even. Or maybe just to bleed out the stress that had been festering in your body. You felt dirty for thinking it—sex, here? In this fucked-up place?

But you moved toward him.

He was curled on his side, cursing under his breath, neck red from scratching, hair damp and filthy. You stood by his side until he noticed you.

"What... what are you doing here? Go to sleep, stupid loser..." he muttered, trying to steady his breathing, pretending you weren’t there.

You smirked and leaned closer. “Feeling that bad without your little pills?”

His head snapped toward you, eyes wild. “Do you know where they are? I need them. Fuck—please...” he whispered, his fingers twitching as he tried to manage the storm building inside him.

“No. I don’t know where they are,” you said flatly, eyes on him, watching him unravel.

He frowned and looked away, slipping again into that trance of fear and muttering. That was your chance.

You said nothing. You knelt in front of him and yanked down his sweatpants. He didn’t even react at first. His cock was hanging semi-hard, stuck to his thigh with sweat. The smell hit you immediately—sour, bitter, like skin that had been marinating in fear and adrenaline. His pubic hair was damp, twisted in knots.

You gripped it.

Warm. Sticky. Slightly twitching.

You stroked it slowly, feeling the way it responded—growing, pulsing, as if remembering what it was made for. Precum leaked from his glans, thick and clear. You ran your tongue from the shaft to the tip. He groaned.

"What... what are you doing?" he said, grabbing at your hair. You yanked his wrist and shoved it away.

“Is this how you like it?” you spat, voice low. “Being used? Fucking trash…”

You took him into your mouth, all the way, and he moaned—broken, involuntary.

His hands clenched the floor.

“That’s what you wanted, right?” he muttered, his voice cracking. “Seeing me like this…”

“You like watching me fall to pieces,” he gasped, your spit coating him as you choked on his cock. More saliva, more obscene wet sounds filling the silence between you.

His eyes locked on yours, mouth hanging open in disbelief and shame. You forced him down your throat again. He was fully hard now—thick, hot, trembling in your grip.

“You like it, don’t you, asshole?” you growled, pumping him with one hand. “Just like that. Broken.”

Then you mounted him. No warning.

The first thrust hurt—sharp, slicing, like a knife between your thighs—but you stayed still, panting, hands digging into his chest. You could feel him twitching inside you, tense and cold, like a statue breaking from the inside.

You rode him slowly at first, letting the pain guide you, dragging his cock in and out of you with every grinding move. Each slap of skin sounded louder in the dark.

He didn’t speak. He just trembled. Sweat poured down his temples, breath ragged.

He wasn’t resisting.

He wasn’t doing anything.

Just letting it happen.

Like how he used to use you.

You leaned into him, your lips brushing his ear.

“Esta noche”, susurraste, “yo soy quien tiene el control, idiota”.

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Far from you

Warnings: Contains swearing, physical, emotional, and financial violence, distressed and deep in thought reader

Namgyu x female reader part 2

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You were leaving your friend's apartment, that was where you went to take refuge and to be honest, you felt grateful for it. You helped her with whatever you could, money and even her homework, since she was still in college. Which for you was a hard blow but still, you felt good for her since after all, you decided to leave her to go to work and thus help Nam-gyu pay off those absurd debts that grew like foam or took your money. You were screwed.

You closed the door tightly and went down the stairs of the building, you would go out to do some shopping for the house, it was the least you could do for her.

You kept walking and looked at the whole landscape, all that beautiful stuff that you couldn't see and you blinded yourself for a whole year of crumbs. You closed your eyes as a memory came to mind, something you swore you had forgotten, but no…It seemed like it was chasing you, like death was trying to run and catch you, but you couldn't be faster.

"What did you do, bitch?" Namgyu said as he grabbed your neck with both hands and pushed you against the wall. You were being cornered.

"Damn bitch, you're fucked…" he said again while he continued almost suffocating you, you couldn't speak, you just looked at him in the eyes, furious eyes, frowning face, but you tried to stay there, you tried that at that moment your life would not slip through your fingers, but your eyes could no longer continue to strain to look at him. That's when he let go of you and you fell against the wall, you started coughing heavily, he didn't even let you speak, understand the situation, you could barely breathe.

Their debt collectors would even look for you at your job as a waitress in the cafeteria, they would harass you and during the afternoons when you were about to leave for your shift, they would threaten you, they would leave things under the door and they had even got your number, you knew very well that the person they put as second in charge was you…he was a coward and you couldn't take it anymore.

You told them to look for him, to talk to him, that you wouldn't pay them anything. And two days later, they looked for him at the Pentagon Club and beat him up. You really didn't know those guys were that violent, you didn't want anything…to happen to him even if he deserved it. But they hit him, and now he was hitting you.

"Why did you tell them that?!" He asked, screaming as he approached you again, you still on the ground.

"I…I'm sorry! Ah…I just wanted you to stop bothering me "no…I didn't know they would do that to you," you said as you tried to catch your breath. You kept trying to calm down, you didn't want to look him in the eyes, you were scared, you wanted to run away.

"It's your fucking fault I almost died, bitch. Do you know what they were going to do to me? No." You watched him as he grabbed your neck again and brought you towards him forcefully to look at you, it was humiliating.

"stupid, you're a little shit. Even though I give you a roof, food, and keep you here, you do this to me? Stupid traitor." He said while looking at you, as if he wanted to find some answer from you.

You knew perfectly well that it wasn't like that, you were the one who kept the rent on the apartment, you were the one who bought groceries…and yet, you lost so much weight, you looked so tired, so screwed, so hopeless and blinded that the fact that he said he gave you everything It made your stomach turn because you seemed to be the one who had to solve everything for him and love him without saying anything.

"Please stop… I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't mean to, I just thought you could come to an agreement." You said as you tried to look at him, trying to find some sign of regret, of guilt for doing this to you.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, almost mocking you. "Yeah, I'll stop when you stop acting like you can walk all over me."

Your thoughts were interrupted when a man, next to you, spoke to you. You frowned and looked at him.

"Do you want to play a game?" He asked with a smile, he was dressed in a suit.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at him again, "Excuse me? Play?"

The accent with his head and took out of his black briefcase a ddakji. "Play with me and you could win a lot of money, it would be beneficial for someone like you" he said.

You snorted and shook your head, but…money? That was real? But what if you lost? "I'm sorry, I don't want to play. I don't know if this is from some cult or" he interrupted you.

"Yoon Mi-sook, age 24 years old,has a debt of 150 million won and you live in Sinchon in an apartment owned by a friend of yours…maybe your debt can keep growing" He said, still holding the ddakji in one of his hands, as he looked at you.

You snorted and quickly looked away, but then you took him at his word and they started playing.

You had finally arrived home, you had the shopping, thanks for the money you had earned, although your cheek still hurt, apparently it had been worth it and surely your friend would be happy seeing the things you had bought or questioning where you got it from with a few mocking laughs.

The night had come and you were still thinking about the card that man had given you, how bad could he be? Play games, make money and pay off your debt, amazing plan, you told yourself without thinking about it much. You grabbed your phone, dialed the number, and registered…

Author's note: Things are going to get better than this…oh my god, I'm excited. If you want to be added, let me know! I also read recommendations in case you have any other ideas for something else I could write Thanks for reading.

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