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sona-verse01 · 1 year ago

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New game 🥳

✎ᝰ. My Bias Masterlist

This game is for k-pop fans mainly. Even if you are not a fan, still show her a lot of support. As this is her first ever game.

Game is hosted by @sona-aesthetic-07 , so send ur asks to her (not me).

⋆｡𖦹°‧ WHAT WILL YOU GET

In this game, you will receive ur own post about ur biases & bias wreckers, that you add to ur blog.

You will also receive ur relationship compatibility with your biases & bias wrecker (i.e. Enemy, Acquaintances, Friends, Potential Lovers)

Sample for what you can expect: 🎤

⋆｡𖦹°‧ MUST READ

Send ur asks to @sona-aesthetic-07

You can add as many groups as you want.

Include everything in just 1 ask.

Check available slots & game status in @sona-aesthetic-07 masterlist, before sending ur ask.

⋆｡𖦹°‧ RULES

Follow @sona-aesthetic-07

Like / reblog this post

Like / reblog her pinned post

Send Feedback after receiving ur masterlist.

⋆｡𖦹°‧ INCLUDE IN ASK

Your nickname / initials

Emoji: '🎤 '

Your Sun Sign / birth date

Name of Groups you like/stan

First member (of each group) you noticed

Your bias (of each group) {1 member per group ONLY}

Your bias wrecker (of each group) {1 member per group ONLY}

Ask list for 🎤

Available Slots: 15/20

Asks: 05/20

{slots can be increased later}

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lascvitae · 8 days ago

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WICKED GAMES ✵ SHIN RYUJIN.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. YOU’VE BEEN PLAYING WICKED GAMES

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DO TO ME .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ you and ryujin aren’t serious. you never were. it was just late nights, bad habits, and knowing exactly where to find each other.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. ryujin x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+), angst ᝰ.ᐟ warnings/tags. cursing, toxic dynamics, dom!ryujin, hate sex, fingering (r receiving), possessiveness, degradation, yall fuck in the car and deny your feelings

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 1.1k

ᝰ.ᐟ katty i love ryujin

(🎧) now playing — wicked games by kiana ledé.

masterlist.

YOU MET RYUJIN AT A PARTY you weren’t even supposed to be at.

someone’s rooftop. cheap tequila. hot smoke and hotter girls. she had a blunt tucked behind her ear and some chick pressed into her side like an accessory. didn’t even look at her when she laughed.

you said her taste in music sucked.

she said you looked better pissed off.

you ended up in the bathroom, dress bunched around your hips, her hand between your legs, her palm slapped over your mouth so no one could hear you moan.

that should’ve been it.

but then she started calling. not a lot. just enough to fuck you up.

sometimes she showed up at your door. sometimes you showed up at hers. no rules, no pillow talk.

now it’s been… weeks? months? you’ve stopped counting.

you don’t date. you rarely cuddle. you don’t text each other good morning.

but you always answer when she calls.

tonight, you didn’t expect to see her.

you came out with aeri and ning. it was just drinks, just dancing, just to get your mind off everything. you had a new dress on. a red one you haven’t worn before. you told yourself it had nothing to do with her.

but she was here.

leaning against the bar like the place owed her something. talking to some girl with long legs and short patience. laughing like she meant it but touching like she didn’t.

she didn’t even look at you at first.

just took a sip of her drink, nodded along to the music, and acted like you weren’t standing ten feet away watching her press her hand against some girl’s hip like it was nothing.

you’re not together.

you’re not anything, actually. you’ve both made that clear.

but she knows your schedule. knows your favorite things. knows how you sound when you fall apart in her hands, even though she barely texts first.

and you know her tells, even the ones she thinks she hides.

like how her jaw ticks when she sees you dancing with someone else.

how she smirks like it’s funny.

how her fingers tighten around her glass until her knuckles go white.

you let her see you dance with someone else tonight. and when you catch her eyes, heavy and unreadable, like a challenge, you give her a smile.

but your drink was gone faster than you expected.

so was your patience.

you ended up in the parking lot. maybe to breathe. maybe to run. maybe to cry. you’d never admit to any of it.

and then you heard her voice behind you.

“that dress is new.”

you didn’t turn around.

“so’s your whore.”

she laughed. that low, throaty kind of laugh that made you hate how your skin reacted.

“she’s not my type.”

“right. your type’s anyone who’ll open their legs.”

that made her walk closer.

you felt her behind you before she touched you. cold fingers at your elbow, then lower. bolder.

“get in the car.”

you should’ve said no. but your legs were already moving.

the car door slams shut behind you.

she kisses you hard. messy. like it’s punishment.

your back hits the passenger seat. she pulls you onto her lap before you can think twice — firm hands gripping your waist, thumbs pressing into skin like a warning.

your dress rides up. her fingers slip under it without hesitation.

you moan but she swallows it.

her mouth moves to your neck, tongue dragging along the curve as your hips roll into her.

“thought you didn’t miss me.” she murmurs.

you lean back enough to look at her, panting.

“i don’t.”

she smirks.

“liar.”

your lips crash again, rough and desperate.

it’s just friction and heat. no love.

just the way her thigh feels between yours and the way you grind down like you need to break something.

then her phone lights up.

you don’t even mean to look. but it’s right there.

yeji

“still coming over?”

your body stills. her hands don’t.

“ignore it.” she says, mouth on your collarbone.

you grabbed her wrist. shoved it away.

“don’t fucking touch me.”

she freezes. blinks once. then laughs like she can’t believe you have the nerve.

“you’re always so dramatic.”

you slide off her lap with a scoff, yanking your dress down, jaw locked.

“and you’re always so desperate.”

her brows lift.

“for you?”

you smile without warmth.

“please. you’ve been eye fucking the whole club. yeji just happened to text first.”

her smile fades.

“you’re real mouthy for someone who was about to cum on my leg.”

“and you’re real cocky for someone who hasn’t made me cum since april.”

the air thickens and her nostrils flare.

“watch your fucking mouth.”

“why? gonna shut me up with those lazy ass fingers?”

you don’t even see her move. just feel it. the way she grabs your throat and forces you back into the seat, body caged in by hers, breath hot.

“you wanna talk shit? let’s talk.”

you grinned, eyes gleaming.

“go ahead. show me how weak you really are.”

she yanks your legs open and slides her hand between them like she’s been waiting to do it all night, fingers fucking into you like she wants to leave bruises where no one else can see.

you cried out, head slamming into the seat.

“fucking pathetic. were you like this in the club? dripping all over someone else?” she mutters, dragging her lips down your neck.

“at least they would’ve finished the job.”

she stills and you smirk.

“what? hit a nerve?”

she rammed her fingers deeper and you choked on your moan.

her palm moved against your clit, fast and rough, and your whole body jerked.

“this lazy enough for you?” she hissed.

“still kinda— fuck—”

she slapped your thigh.

“run that mouth again.”

“you like it when i do.”

she lets out a laugh but doesn’t deny it. her grip tightens. she curls her fingers just right and watches your little attitude break in real time.

“that’s better. you’re prettier when you shut the fuck up.” she mutters.

you shudder, chest heaving, thighs trembling.

“fuck—”

she bites your neck.

“what was that? couldn’t hear you over how wet you are.”

you hate her. hate how she knows your body too well. hate how she fucks you like no one else could. hate how your body betrays you. hate that you were already close.

“say it. say you’re mine.” she hummed.

you moaned instead.

she sped up.

“fucking slut.”

you came with a sob, thighs shaking, nails dragging down her chest.

she didn’t stop. didn’t let you breathe. kept going until you whimpered her name like it hurt.

then she pulled her fingers out slowly and sucked them clean, eyes never leaving yours.

“say some dumb shit again. see what happens.” she murmured.

you glared at her, lips swollen, chest still moving up and down.

“you gonna fuck the attitude out of me?”

she leaned in, tongue dragging across your bottom lip.

“you’ll see.”

and you did. every fucking time.

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honeylations · 1 year ago

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🍯HONEYLATIONS’ MASTERLIST🍯

ITZY

YEJI