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I'm sorry for doing this but I've been struggling with addiction for a while and I think I'm going to have to quit. I know this sucks because it's in the middle of a story I said I'd finish but I'm twenty, I'm mentally ill, and I want to disappear.

I will be going offline to try and get help. Thank you for sending me love and support, and I will hopefully come back motivated and happier.

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Hello! I just wanted to tell you that I LOVE your work! I'm addicted to Make It Right! I'm looking forward to the next ones!

AWWH THANK YOU SO MUCH BBY!! Ill make sure to get it out soon im just a little crazy rn 🥀

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Sorry, I didn't post today. I've been off my medication for a week (forgot I'm clinically fucking insane) and got these fic ideas when I was spiraling. Sorry, but I've just been drawing all day. I haven't written part four to Make It Right yet. Please be patient with me.

Also thank you for all the people interacting with my fic and account!! 💐

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Make It Right (Pt 3)

TW: Smut ⚠️!!

The Saja Boys were a massive success, and you'd have to be lying if you said you weren't impressed. You spent most of the time excited about going to lunch with five popular, attractive, upcoming idols.

The lunch was surprisingly delicious and fun. You sang K-pop at karaoke and had dinner at a club with a few drinks. Romance and Abby were flirtatious but somehow knew your boundaries and never overstepped; Jinu paid for the meal even though you offered to split the bill. Mystery was quiet but smiled a lot. Not the idol's performative smile, but the genuine 'I'm having fun' smile. Baby sang with you and surprised you when he picked you up and spun around, laughing like a maniac.

During that time, they told you their real names. Jinu was still Jinu, but the others had real names other than stage names.

Mystery revealed his name was Seong-woo, Romance’s name is Ji-hoon, Baby's name is Dong-hyun, and Abby is named Tae-yong. You were surprised by how traditional and, honestly, how old the names were, but honestly, you were kind of in love with them already.

You weren't one for going home with men on the first date. You saw it for how it was. The guy only wanted you in bed with them. You never thought you'd be the desperate one asking them to come home with you, but here you are. You took one last shot and then spoke up, stuttering and mumbling over your words in nervousness. "Umm... so... would you want to... come... over to my place...?"

There was a tense silence where they stood still, completely frozen, unmoving. You were about to backtrack when Abby suddenly swooped your body up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Alright, beautiful, but don't blame us when you can't walk for the next day." He teased in a sultry but very excited tone as he carried you to the Saja Boys group ride.

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...the car ride was filled with a thick, steamy tension of Baby's hand on your thigh occasionally squishing the fat there and Abby’s mouth on your throat, then your lips. The kiss was gentle, an unspoken feeling between your lips. His knuckles brushed your jaw like he'd done it before. Like he missed the feeling of holding you.

If only you knew.

All six of you stumbled into the Saja boy's penthouse. You were excited, hungover your ex, and it was like you were being controlled by puppet strings. You couldn't stop moving with them. Even as clothes slid off. Even as you felt so many pairs of hands on you. Even as the sensible side of you told you this was whorish. You. Did. Not. Stop.

Romance threw you back on the couch that was surprisingly massive. You felt Abby slide your pants and panties down while everyone else took off their clothes (Jinu tripped on his own pant leg and fell only to get embarrassed and stand up instantly.) While you watched as they all undressed, Baby was the quickest to get bare and kneeled down, head between your thighs, inhaling the aroma of your sweet cunt as he pumped his cock in his hand. For someone whose name and persona are all about being infantilized, his cock sure doesn't look the part. He chuckled and teased your clit with his thumb. "So needy already?" He pressed a light kiss to the bud, making you jolt.

Baby's mouth worked on you with an eagerness you've never seen from your ex, Eoduun. He had no problem with you sucking him off, but he would refuse to eat you out, flat out saying it was disgusting. But not Baby. He ate you out like it was the last thing he'd ever do. The sweetest fucking thing he'd ever tasted. He had you withering and humping his face; Mystery tweaked your nipple in his fingers while lying right next to you.

Baby moved his mouth from his cunt to your tummy, pressing kisses to the skin and fat there, worshiping you.

Abby tripped over clothes to fall back on the couch next to you. His burly muscular body pressed against your side lifting you up to lay your back on his chest, his cock in between your thighs, your head leaning back against his shoulder, his hands keeping your thighs spread for the boys.

Hours pass of pure loving filth. Romance, being romantic, put you in every position he could think of. Missionary, doggy, proneboning, lotus, cowgirl, and so on. Abby was a top and showed off his strength by fucking you onto him standing up like your body was his own personal fleshlight; his thick cock stretched you open, and he went so fast you were left unable to keep up, drooling and crying with pleasure and almost panicked moans. Baby fucked your face like he hated you, fighting the urge to cum the second he felt your tongue swirling around his head, but made love to your pussy like he had been yearning for you for his whole existence. Mystery was like a dog in how he mounted you and bit you. He growled in your ear, 'mine,' while slamming the head of his dick against your cervix. If you weren't so cockdrunk, you might've gotten an ick when he called you his after just one dinner. You might've, just might've

Jinu.. jinu took you slowly. Maybe it was because you couldn't speak coherently and were twitching from head to toe from hypersensitivity but he took you so lovingly, hugging you and kissing you so tenderly. It was so much. Too much. You clung to him, digging your nails into his back while whimpering into his neck. He gently moved your overstimulated body up and down on his cock kissing down your ear to your neck and shoulder as he thrusted.

"I love you y/n.. missed you so much.." he whispered in your ear so quietly you probably wouldn't have the mind to remember it with how fucked out you were.

"Come back to me.. please.."

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You rn:

Thanks so much for the support on this fic! Sorry the smut is a little rushed, but I tried to not make the Saja Boys seem shallow and only that they're so clouded with the desire to hold her again.

Meaning behind the names I gave the members!!!

Mystery. Seong-woo (성우 / 成祐) – "Noble and divine protection"

Romance. Ji-hoon (지훈 / 智勳) – "Wise and meritorious"

Baby. Dong-hyun (동현 / 東賢) – "Wise one from the East"

Abby. Tae-yong (태용 / 泰勇) – "Great and brave"

Tag list!! @luluprincess230lp @kimyeosinah-reum @gamer-kat

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Vro im so bad at writing smut.

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Tbh guessing Make It Right will be five chapters max. I'm just starting out as a writer.

SO IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS OR WANT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING PLEASE GO AHEAD!!!

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Make It Right (Pt 2)

The next morning you don't get out of bed. Your sheets are cold now that Eoduun doesn't sleep there anymore. You didn't bother sending a message other than 'Your bags are outside my door' because when you overhear your boyfriend having sex with another woman, it's pretty obvious that the relationship is over. You didn't bother with any heartbreaking text message about how he betrayed your trust and how you gave him your heart.

Blah blah blah.

He's not worth the stress.

Yet it still stung. Your chest was tight and burning as your body shook with the sheer force of your sobs; your bed was warm but smelled of him and heartbreak. You didn't even brush your teeth or shower, only getting up to eat some easy junk.

That's how you spent your day off. Doing nothing but moping around in the same clothes you wore yesterday for your date as you kept rejecting the strange voice in your head, not understanding that every time you rejected Gwi-ma, it sent shockwaves from your location to every demon's system.

The Saja boys, however, spent their Sunday using every break they had to find your location. They didn't even know if you had the same name you had centuries ago or if it was made more common and modern. They relied on the shockwaves, moving in their black SUV around town, getting closer to the eye of the hurricane, the center of the storm. You.

It didn't take long for them to find your apartment and write down the address. They could see your silhouette through the third-floor window just walking around your room. Jinu stared the longest. He yearned for you. He missed you so dearly, and he was prepared to tear the world apart continent by continent if it meant holding you again... but he knew not to rush things.

The next morning you got up and dressed in a white tank top with lightweight grey pants and tied up your light purple apron that you wear to protect your clothes while also keeping your makeup safe in the pockets. It was a professional, non-distracting look for your job as a makeup artist. You had just gotten a call from a manager telling you that an upcoming boy band would love to have you do their makeup before their street performance. You eagerly accepted since you needed to have a reason to leave your apartment and also liked the sound of being wanted. Even if it was only for makeup.

You waited on your phone at the train station and made your way to the location of a simple park nearby, the streets of Myeongdong, where the Saja Boys were waiting. The first thing you noticed, other than the fact their faces were blindingly perfect and you didn't even know why they wanted makeup, was the fact they didn't have a manager. This was so strange to you because usually anyone, even a soloist, had a manager, let alone a group of five boys.

You decided not to say anything. Romance greeted you first. "Hello, pretty lady, are you Y/n L/n?" He spoke in a charming and charismatic tone that made your cheeks warm. "Yes. Hello, I am Y/n, and I will be doing your makeup tonight." You spoke in a professional and friendly manner, which you always had for clients. There was an awkward silence after that of them just staring at your face. You couldn't see the purplish-silver-haired boy's eyes, but his mouth was agape, and he said nothing.

"...well..." Jinu stepped forward almost tentatively. "We want a... bubbly look... like Spring Boy. Vibrant and soft." You nodded at his words and took out your eyeshadow palette from your apron, and since there were a few chairs over yonder, you walked over with them following behind and gestured for them to sit.

They all sat and stood still as you gathered your whitening cream, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blush, and lip gloss. You went to work starting on the purplish-silver-haired man whose name you learned was Mystery. You did his makeup with soft purples and yellows to match his outfit. He was fairly silent and easy to work on; maybe the blush on his cheeks was just friendly. When you were done, you moved onto the very muscular one named Abby. Abby, Abs, very clever. You contoured his cheekbones more since he was the muscular one. He gave flirty smiles and winks when you put on his eyeshadow. "So, are you always this nice with clients, or am I just special?" He was a little infuriating, but if you were honest with yourself, it was slightly working. Slightly. Next was Romance, who stayed still and gave kind compliments on how your hands are so soft and you were so gentle with his face. You drew a small heart into his eyeliner since his stage name was Romance. You moved onto Baby, who wouldn't stay still for the love of God. He flinched when you applied eyeliner and talked when you tried to do his lip liner, "So is that number we called you on personal or workplace?" He smirked, making you mess up his lips for the fourth time. He was easily the hardest. Next was Jinu, who stayed still and silent the entire time you worked on him. He stared up into your eyes with a yearning look of just desperation... not that you noticed since you were too busy doing his contour.

After their makeup was done, they paid you for your work, and as you packed to leave and go back home, a hand on your wrist stopped you. You turned your head to see Jinu. His eyes widened and the tips of his ears turned red as he quickly let go and began to stutter. "Uhm.. sorry- I uhm- well- do you.... ..wannaseeourperformanceandmaybegoeatwithus?" You almost didn't catch his words and it took you a moment to realize he was asking you to stay and watch their street performance AND go out to eat with them. Part of you knew it wasn't good to get too close to clients since its not professional but the heartbroken, fuck-it-all part of you won over.

"Yeah sure i'd love to."

Idk man is this buns 🥀

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Make It Right. (Pt 1)

It's late, eight pm to be exact, and he is still nowhere in sight. "..." The corners of your lips that you forced to stay curled up eventually fell towards the floor in a frown. "Again... this is the fourth time he's missed a date..." You sighed. It wasn't a complaint anymore. It was just an observation.

You leaned forward and blew out the candles and threw away the bucket of now stale popcorn. "He said he'd be here at five thirty; where even is he?" You went on, "Maybe I should call him. Yeah... I'll just check in." You picked up your phone and found the contact for your boyfriend, Eoduun. You pressed the call button and were surprised when the call was immediately answered. "Oh hey baby, just che—" a loud moan echoed on the other line.

What?

No.

"Eoduun—?" A girl's voice answered on the other line in a mocking tone while panting, "He's busy—" You didn't need to hear more. You hung up on her.

That...

How could he...?

You fell back onto the couch and sobbed into the palms of your hands. Your hands shook from the shock and anger of it all but mostly the betrayal. How could he? You gave him everything. A place in your apartment helped him get a job and made him feel loved. HOW COULD HE—

A sudden voice cut you off... it wasn't yours... it was a male's voice... dark, deep, and tempting.

I can make him pay.

I can make him regret everything.

I can make his skin fall from his body and rot in his grave—

"No." You spoke firmly, cutting off the voice in your head. "...he's not worth it... I need sleep..." You spoke in a shaky, quiet voice as you dragged your feet to the door, locked it, and went to your bedroom to sleep.

Meanwhile...

During rehearsal every Saja boy simultaneously tripped on air and fell to the ground like something had tripped them, like a shockwave. Baby was the first on his feet, immediately blaming the person closest to him. "Abby, you idiot! You tripped me, you himbo!" "What!? No, I didn't; it was Romance!" "Oh, don't you start—"

The group began arguing about who tripped whom, but Jinu's sharp yell shut them all up. "Enough! ... that wasn't any of us..." His voice trailed off to a cautious but almost... hopeful... tone.

"Umm... Jinu—" Baby was cut off when Jinu stood up and turned to them. "It's... it has to be... oh please." Mystery’s hand came up and rested on his shoulder. He didn't say anything but knew what he was shaking over.

You've come back to them... reincarnated, yes, but it's still you. You who couldn't be fooled by the temptation of Gwi-ma, temptation himself. You're their guilt, their shame—the one they left behind for a better life—you've come back, your mere presence haunting them as it did so many centuries ago.

Thanks for reading! I'm making a part two, but if you don't understand what's happening, I'll explain right down here.

So centuries ago, right before the Saja boys sold their souls, you were their companion. Their woman. Lover. But they abandoned you along with everything and everyone else for a better life. Centuries later you're reborn into a young woman who still has the same power the girl they remember had; you can resist Gwi-ma. No one else can. They want you back to make up for lost time. They need you back. They'll do whatever they have to to have you back in their arms.

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Long Day Long Night (2)

Behind Jinu’s smirking lips was the truth of how his heart beat so fast in a whirlpool of emotions. He wanted to be gentle with you and worship you the way you deserve. I mean, he's waited over 400 years for you; he doesn't want to hurt you... but on the other hand... he wanted to let go. He wanted to hear you choke, to see you crumble under his hand, and to feel you tremble in his embrace. He wanted to make you fall apart.

One thing about Jinu is that his demon form does show up in his human form, whether it be when he's flashing those molten gold eyes or when his purple stripes flash for a second before they're gone, making you question if you even saw them. His demon form isn't always hidden. Especially in his libido.

Demons have heightened abilities for the seven deadly sins. They get angry quicker in wrath, are prone to jealousy and envy, overconsume possessions from their greed, and have much ego and laziness due to their sloth and pride, but most of all, their libido comes from the sin of lust itself. If Jinu truly wanted to, he could go on for hours, but he knew humans had their limits, and most importantly, he knew that going too long could hurt you.

So he would never truly let loose.

Until tonight.

As you got comfy straddling his lap, his hands on your hips digging into the meat there as he ground you down against his pelvis. He kissed you so reverently, like he was taking something precious every time he kissed you. His tongue slid against yours in a way that wasn't nasty but loving... especially for a demon who apparently doesn't have feelings.

He felt your fingers tug at his belt loop; he got the message and decided he'd teased you enough and pulled down his jeans along with his boxers. His demon marks flashed on the shaft of his cock for a moment before they disappeared back to the thick, fair-skinned, pinkish cock that had one long vein running up to the head. You pressed a kiss to the leaking tip, making him gasp and hiss before yanking your body towards him, practically ripping your shorts off, not even bothering with your socks or shirt. He swiped your panties down your leg, quickly stuffing them in his sagging pant pocket. You totally noticed and decided you'd tease him about it later.

As you hovered over his cock's needy twitching tip with your equally needy dripping cunt, you noticed his face. He already looked so flustered. His face was pink with blown-out eyes, and his mouth was slightly agape. He was a loser, yes, you knew that, but he was so damn cute when he looked like one.

He let you take the lead at your own time, allowing you to sink down on him. His grip tightened on your hips, and you could've sworn you heard him whine. Must've been the wind.

"God, Jinu—" you choked as you sank all the way down till your pelvis was flushed against his. You gently rolled your hips, and so did he, but rougher, making your throat choke on a moan. He pulled you up just the tiniest bit to slam his hips up into you, and personally use your body like a fleshlight. "Oh! God, Jin—" You screamed when he rubbed fast circles on your clit while thrusting up into your sticky channel, bullying your cervix with his head. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his fangs were dug so deep into his bottom lip it started dripping blood down his chin.

You leaned down and kissed him as your orgasm hit, tasting the copper of his blood and feeling his arms wrap around your back and fuck your brain to mush more intimately now. One hand was around your back as one clawed hand was on your ass, bouncing you on him as you rode out your orgasm. He flooded your hole with his seed soon after, as nothing turned him on more than intimacy.

You both sat boneless on the sofa for quite some time, only now registering the bangs on the wall from the next-door neighbor telling you both to quiet down. He breathlessly chuckled, his chest rumbling with it. He kissed your forehead and muttered, 'I'll deal with it later,' into your skin. You were too tired to think too much about it, so you just lay there with him as he moved your skirt up your legs, still keeping your panties in his pocket as he managed to maneuver his boxers and pants up his hips while keeping you comfy. He scooped you up into his arms, ignoring the way his own legs trembled a little as he stood up before heading off to the room and turning off the light.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful" was the last thing you heard before falling asleep, boneless, satisfied, and completely, hopelessly in love.

END

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Long Day Long Night (1)

You're tired as hell when you come home. Your back remains uncracked, your posture feels like it's permanently hunched, your shoes feel like stones in your feet, and yet you remain restless, wanting your boyfriend to just demolish you.

You just want to go to bed, curl up in your fluffy duvet next to the love of your life, and fall asleep in his embrace... but God forbid this man ever takes a break. He's again on the couch, notebook in hand, writing down lyrics to their new song for the Idol Awards. You understand it was a big deal, but... you have needs! He should be able to get that! He's been alive since Louis XIII was king of France; he has to have needs or at least act on them!

But he touches you like you're made of glass. Sex was always vanilla and soft-spoken. As much as you love holding him close as you both climax, something about today is making you want to just get plowed into. Maybe you're ovulating, but you want him bad.

With a dramatic sigh, you plop down next to him on the couch, making sure your thighs touch his. He turned his head to the side, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead; it was instinct to kiss your forehead whenever it was near at this point. "Jinu... I need you. Like seriously." You mumbled in a pleading tone but not enough to feel embarrassed or desperate. Just a gentle whiny undertone to your plea that you hoped would crack him.

He glanced over to you, placing his notebook down with an exhale. "And what do you need me for, pretty?" He leaned down to the top of your head, inhaling your floral shampoo's scent. "You look tense." He smirked against your hair while rubbing his thumb in circular motions on your thigh. "Be specific, or I won't know what you want." He took pleasure in seeing you groan and whine in embarrassment and neediness on the couch next to him. "Come ooonn, pretty, I can't read your mind now, can I?" The cruel bastard.

You groaned in embarrassment, your face flushed a deep crimson red. You didn't want to look desperate, but it'd be a lie to say you weren't. "Damn it, Jinu, I need you to fuck me stupid; I'm stressed!" You snapped.

His eyes widened and his brows rose in surprise before a deep chuckle came from his chest. "Okay, damn." He lifted you into his lap. "You don't want me to hold back? Fine, I'll give you what you want."

END (?)

Thank you so much for reading my first attempt at writing! It's kind of ass, but it's okay. It's suggestive for now, but let me know if I should add onto it.

[puppykick3r]

I feel like this would be his exact reaction to the things WE post about him.

(I'd lick whipped cream out of his ass if I could)

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Guys say they want a chubby girl but only when she's a big tiddy, big booty, thick-thighed girl with no stretch marks. Not when she's got folds and stretch marks with a double chin and insecurity of arms cause of batwings. Like no you don't want chubby, you want a slim thick baddie.

And Varessa from genshin is NOT plus-sized. Thats a slim thick hourglass body.

THIS IS NOT A PLUS-SIZED GIRL. 😭😭😭

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Istg my fyp has bipolar disorder or sum shit.

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I can't tell when I'm just a hoe or the only love I know how to express is sexual cause that's all anyone has ever wanted me for.

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my honest reaction

rumi stronger than me bc I would've sucked the skin off his dick off his looked at me like that

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i am, once again, on the right side of twitter

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how to draw arms ? ?