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Squid game fics, Gi-hun x f!Reader and Sangwoo x F!Reader, MDNI

Gi-hun x reader: (He doesn't have red hair and he's still shabby sad dad from the beginning, I was obsessed with that vibe.)

You needed money. Just enough to pay off student debt, that's all. You were pretty enough to be accepted by an escort service, your prices were.. Expensive to say the least, it would be easy to pay off your shit and get out. But as you sat on the hotel bed waiting for your first ever client to show up, you wanted nothing more than to just run. You could just get a part-time job, anywhere, what if he was abusive or ugly or-

The door opened, the man in charge of standing in front of it and keeping you safe (essentially, your pimp,) letting the client in. He looked more shy and nervous than you were.

He must have money, if he could afford you, but he was dressed like an absolute slob. He took his hat off, holding it and bowing as if he was entering your home.

He was younger than you imagined, or maybe older, you weren't really sure what you had been picturing. He certainly wasn't ugly though, and you wondered why he didn't have a wife, or maybe he did..

"Miss uh-, y/n?" he asked as he walked towards you apprehensively.

"Yes." you said, smiling, trying your best to look flirtatious.

"I'm Seong Gi-hun." he said, smiling as well. His smile was so sincere and silly it made you laugh, which only seemed to embarrass him more.

"I'm not laughing at you, just, you have a sweet smile. You seem really.. earnest. I'm relieved." you admitted. He came and sat beside you on the bed, but made no move to touch you.

"How much time did you pay for?" you asked.

"Four hours." he said, looking down at his hands.

"Four hours?" you replied in surprise, he didn't look like much of a millionaire..

"Well.. I'm sure we can have sex for that long, but you are my first client, so I apologize if I-"

"Ahh no, no, no! I don't want to have sex for four hours!" he exclaimed.

"Uh, a film I like- It's a Western, my daughter is too young to see it, it's too violent- oh I'm not married don't think I'm cheating on my wife, I'm divorced, uh I haven't seen this in a long time, I wanted to watch it, it's not four hours long but uh-" he was rambling, speaking to the DVD in his hands and avoiding looking at you.

It seemed like he just wanted someone to spend time with, and was willing to spend a huge amount of money to do so.

"You don't want to just find a girlfriend? You really wanna pay so much for nothing?" you asked, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. He stared down at your hand for a long moment.

"I haven't even been touched like this, by anyone, in years." he said.

"It's not nothing. I just want. Company. Physical contact, I don't know. I saw your picture online and, I thought.. For a beautiful woman to spend time with me, maybe pretend I don't annoy her. That'd be worth the price." he grinned again and you brought your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, brushing your thumb over a scar there. His smile faded and he couldn't seem to look you in the eye now.

"Do you want a kiss?" you asked quietly, leaning closer to him.

"You smell really good." he said.

"I mean- Yeah, if it's okay."

You smiled as you kissed him. He smelled like shaving cream, and he kissed you back so shyly and gently it was as if it were his first kiss.

The film was old, a grainy American film about cowboys or.. Something. It was violent, not exactly your thing, but Gi-hun seemed to enjoy the story, even if you had difficulty keeping up with it.

"Oh man, I haven't seen this since before-" he stopped speaking abruptly, swallowing hard.

"Gi-hun?" you asked, but it seemed like he couldn't hear you. He was staring so intensely at the television, gritting his teeth and he had begun to sweat profusely. You sat up, putting a hand on his shoulder again, which made him jump to his feet.

He looked at you so wildly, like he wasn't sure where he was, like he was afraid of you or didn't recognize you suddenly. You stood up, wondering if you should call for help.

"Gi-hun. Are you alright?" you asked, wringing your hands nervously.

"Yes, I'm so sorry, this was a bad idea, I'm sorry." he bowed deeply and turned like he was going to leave, without his hat or his DVD.

"Gi-hun wait!" you said, grabbing his hand to stop him from leaving.

"You seem.. Anxious. Do you wanna shower together? That always helps me calm down.." you suggested. He paid for four hours, and was about to leave after one and a half.

He didn't protest, but he didn't accept either. He let you lead him to the bathroom silently.

It seemed your boss didn't fuck around when it came to the hotel rooms you were to see clients in. The bathroom was huge with both a large bath tub and a large shower separately.

"Oh.. Do you wanna take a shower or a bath?" you asked. Gi-hun was looking down at his feet. He raised his eyes slowly, looking from the shower to the bath tub.

"Bath." he said quietly.

You nodded and knelt before the tub, plugging the drain and starting the water before looking through the various bottles of different types of bubble bath that lined the tub. You wanted to ask him what kind of scent he would enjoy most, but he didn't seem much in the mood for talking. You chose mint, it seemed neutral enough. While the tub filled up and the bubbles began to froth you slid out of the dress you were wearing, you didn't have anything on underneath. Gi-hun looked away, it seemed he wanted to afford you privacy even though you were about to bathe together.

"You need to undress." you said. Gi-hun nodded diligently, but paused with his hands on the hem of his shirt. You helped him, removing his shirt for him before unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them as well.

"Ah- uh- I'll do it." he said, turning away from you as he removed the last of his clothes. The tub was full by now and you turned off the water, sinking into it and sighing with relief as the warmth overtook you. Gi-hun followed, and it seemed the warmth helped him relax a bit. He hugged his knees to his chest, looking down at the foamy water in silence.

"You okay?" you asked.

"Yes. I.. See a doctor, these days. Well I have. PTSD I guess. I'm sorry about it, I didn't mean to be.. Annoying, I don't know." He said. He covered his face with his hands, trying to sob as silently as possible.

"Here, come over here." you said, taking his shoulders in your hands and helping him turn around so his back was to you. You wrapped your arms around him, laying your head against his back. You hummed softly while he cried, song after song, as long as it took.

By the time he finished crying the water wasn't warm anymore.

"Come on, let's get you dried off." you said, standing and stepping out of the bath. Gi-hun followed, his cheeks, nose and eyes very red.

You helped him dry off and dried yourself before going back into the bedroom and laying down on the bed.

"Do you wanna snuggle for a bit?" you asked. Gi-hun nodded, wiping his face on his hands and sniffling as he got into bed with you. He snuggled up against your soft breasts, sighing as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You stroked his hair and held him, finding that your bodies seemed to fit together perfectly.

You didn't remember falling asleep, but your pimp knocking on the door woke you up. It had been four hours. Gi-hun was asleep, drooling against your breasts and snoring softly. You didn't want to wake him, and you didn't want to have to say goodbye to him already.

"Gi-hun." you whispered, shaking him a little.

"Mm?" he said without opening his eyes. He nuzzled against your chest further, and minutes later he was snoring again.

"Gi-hun!" you said louder, shaking him until he opened his eyes.

"Ah- Is it time?" he asked. You nodded.

"How long do you have to work? Do you have to see anyone else today?"

"I think you more than filled my quote for the day.."

Your pimp opened the door and poked his head in.

"It's time." he said.

"I'd like another four hours please!" Gi-hun shouted to him. He absolutely was not going to turn down that amount of money and simply bowed, shutting the door again.

"Are you mad? That's so much money.." you said in surprise. Gi-hun simply smiled.

"I don't want to say goodbye yet." he said. His eyes traveled down, from your face to your breasts. He reached out to grab one, but his hand nervously hovered over it. You took his hand and pressed it against your chest. He inhaled sharply, experimentally kneading it. You relaxed, laying down as he climbed over you, taking both of your breasts in his hands and squeezing them. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it gently. You tangled your fingers into his hair, arching your back involuntarily as he continued massaging your breast with one of his hands, the other he brought between your legs, rubbing soft circles around your clit.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensation as he alternated breasts, wrapping his lips around your other nipple. He was better with his fingers than you had anticipated, in fact you didn't expect at all that any of your clients would make you cum, but here you were, curling your toes and clinging to him tightly as you climaxed, trembling in his arms. When you opened your eyes he was staring at your face, his eyes partially lidded as he pushed two of his fingers into you. You gasped and spread your legs wider for him as he curled them against your g-spot.

"Does it feel good?" he asked breathlessly and you nodded, taking his face in your hands and kissing him affectionately. He kissed you back, needily, desperately and he suddenly flipped over so he was laying on his back and you were over him.

"I want you to ride me. If- That's okay." he said. You smiled and kissed him again before straddling his waist and aligning his cock with your entrance. He bit his lip as you lowered yourself onto him, moaning as his thick cock stretched you out. You tilted your head back as he grabbed your waist, your hips, ran his hands up and down your thighs and over your breasts. It seemed he didn't know where he wanted to put his hands, he wanted to touch you everywhere. You bounced up and down on his cock quickly, eager to make him cum. You remembered, you were supposed to insist he wore a condom, but he was so.. Sad, desperate to be touched and sincere, you wanted him to be more than just a client. You could hardly keep your thoughts together though as the feeling of him filling you up overwhelmed you. His eyes were fixated on your bouncing breasts, hands on your ass as you rode him. You put your hands on his chest, your cunt clenching even tighter around him making him groan loudly.

"Ahh- Baby, I'm- gonna cum-" he said, grabbing your hips and forcing you up and down on him, thrusting his hips up to meet you each time until he came. He sat up, embracing you tightly, holding you close until he finished. He laid back down, sighing with exhaustion, but smiling. You laid down, resting your head on his chest and he stroked your hair.

"Gi-hun, I want to see you again." you admitted.

"Why did you become an escort? What do you need money for?" he asked.

"Student loans." you admitted.

"What if.. I just paid them? Then.. Do you think we could see each other? I don't think I want to share you.." he suggested.

You smiled at him and took his hands, interlocking your fingers together.

"If that's okay." you replied.

Sang-woo x Reader:

"Now what."

A question Sang-woo kept repeating in his mind.

He won the game. He righted his wrongs (At least, the ones that could be righted.) He paid his mother's bills and bought her a house and then he moved, far away from Seoul. He bought himself an apartment, despite how easily he could've afforded to live a life of complete luxury, he found some strange comfort in living among other people, trying to cling to some semblance of normalcy.

He jogged every morning, he bought a cat, and he put himself in therapy intended for veterans. The only way he could cope with his PTSD or discuss his feelings was under the guise that it had all happened in some distant, hard fought war. Perhaps, in a way it had. The monotony of his routine brought him comfort for years, until one particular morning.

It was raining, and he had chosen to go out jogging regardless, the thought of missing any step of his routine made him too anxious to tolerate, and so he ran, regardless of how the rain clung to his glasses and obscured his vision. He paused briefly to wipe them on his sleeve, and when he put them back on he noticed a couple just up the path from him, huddled together beneath an umbrella.

He wasn't sure why he didn't just continue running right passed them, why he just stood there and watched. The way they smiled at each other, laughed together, held each other and kissed..

He wanted that. Desperately, more than anything.

That night he cleaned himself up, putting on a suit for the first time in years.

Where did people go to meet their future wives these days..

He found himself in a karaoke bar, drunk.

Two women had found themselves attracted to the grade of alcohol he could afford and had attached themselves to his sides, eager to fetch his shots, light his cigarettes for him, and however enticing they were (Considering he hadn't slept with anyone since college), they didn't give him that feeling he had looking at that couple in the rain.

"You can blame me, try to shame me

And still I'll care for you.."

The voice was so sweet, whoever had taken their turn at karaoke seemed like a siren, singing a lullaby to put all these drunkards to sleep.

"You can run me around, even put me down,

Still, I'll be there for you."

Sang-woo raised his sleepy eyes to the stage, getting a good look at the woman singing. She was an immigrant, skin the color of coffee with too much cream, long black hair and wide brown eyes.

"The world may think I'm foolish, they can't see you like I can."

She made eye contact with him then, and his cigarette nearly fell from his lips as she smiled at him.

"Oh but anyone, who knows what love is

Will understand."

She took a bow when she finished and he clapped, perhaps a bit overzealously. He freed himself from the pawing hands of the women sitting with him and approached her.

"That was a beautiful song. You have a beautiful voice." he said, wondering if he had the same charming aura to her that he seemed to have to other women.

"Thank you so much sir." she said, smiling brightly at him.

"Please, don't call me that. I'm Sang-woo. What's your name?" he asked, offering her a cigarette.

"Mina." she said, putting the cigarette in her mouth. He lit it for her, admiring her chest as she leaned towards him.

"How old are you, Mina?" he asked.

"Twenty-six, may I ask why?" she tilted her head, blowing smoke out of her nose.

"I'm unmarried. I came here looking for someone to take home with me. I thought I would be disappointed, but you.." he struggled with his words. He didn't know how to be romantic or enticing on purpose, it seemed his clothes or his looks or his cologne did it for him. He wanted to just cut straight to the point, just ask her to fuck him and marry him outright, but he didn't want to scare her away.

"You're asking me out?" she asked coyly.

"Yes. I suppose I am." he replied. He wished his intonation changed, no matter how shy he felt, or excited, he always seemed so severe.

This didn't seem to scare Mina off, and she agreed to go home with him.

Sang-woo was more drunk than he realized, leaning on Mina as they stumbled out of the karaoke bar. He had no idea what time it was and the world around him was a blur of neon lights as Mina hailed a cab for them. She helped him into it and sat beside him, placing her hand on his thigh. He reached down and took her hand, wanting at first to instinctively take it off of him, but she curled her fingers around his and he allowed her to hold his hand, eventually holding hers in return.

"You're handsome, and you seem to have money. Why haven't you found a wife before now?" she asked. Sang-woo was quiet for a long time, and Mina thought he was ignoring her.

"I'm a veteran. I was overseas, in the war. I have PTSD now. I haven't had much time to think about dating, I've been focusing on.." he trailed off. He didn't know why he was being so honest with her, even if in reality he was being dishonest.

"I'm sorry.." she said, squeezing his hand.

"I haven't had an easy life either. My parents are long dead, it's just me. I go to that bar every Friday to sing, but other than that my life is pretty boring. This is the most exciting thing to happen to me in years." she said, smiling kindly at him.

Sang-woo had received many smiles in the past few years. Sympathetic, piteous smiles from doctors, polite smiles from neighbors, but a real, sincere smile just for him, made him finally smile in turn. Though it was probably just the alcohol..

She helped him into his apartment, ordinarily he would've felt embarrassed about needing to lean on someone and rely on their help like this, especially a woman, but being so close to her was giving him the same relief in his heart he felt after therapy.

"I don't think you're in a state to be intimate right now." she said, helping him plop down on the couch.

"Should I give you money for a cab home?" he asked, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

"Nah, I'll stay over anyway if you'd like." she said, sitting down beside him.

"Do you think you could sing another song?" he asked quietly.

Mina smiled and scooted closer to him on the couch, coaxing him to lean on her. She took his hand and began to sing, and eventually he fell asleep. She took his glasses off, setting them on the arm of the couch and gently laying him down. She began to explore his apartment trying to find a blanket to lay over him and a place for herself to sleep. She entered his bedroom, gathering up the blanket in her arms when she accidentally bumped into his side table, knocking over a journal and two bottles of pills.

"Shit, shit.." she swore under her breath as she flicked the lamp on and gathered everything up. The medications were antidepressants and anxiolytics, she knew because she herself took very similar medications. She supposed lots of people had to take meds like this these days. The journal however was odd.

"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

Written over and over, page after page, sometimes completely illegible some pages blurred from liquid splattering on them. She gently set the things back on the table and brought the blanket out to him, gently laying it over his sleeping body before going and curling up in his empty bed.

When she woke up, she was surprised that he was in bed with her. His arms were wrapped around her tightly and his blanket was over them both. She rolled over to face him and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Sorry. I can go back to the couch if you'd like. I get lonely at night, sometimes." he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"It's alright, I get lonely at night too." she said, cupping his cheek gently.

"I feel like shit. I'm too old to drink like that." he groaned.

Mina smiled and leaned towards him, kissing his forehead.

"Do you wanna get coffee together?"

That was their first date, hungover and squinting in the sunlight as they made their way to a café near his apartment. It was a memory Mina held dear, now four months later when she had moved in with him. It was a strange relationship, they slept in the same bed, they kissed briefly, but they hadn't been intimate. Anytime Sang-woo seemed like he was about to touch her, he stopped. They never discussed it. It was more like they were roommates, and Mina wanted more. Sang-woo had gone out jogging and while he was gone she quickly went through a bag she'd been hiding in their closet, procuring scented candles and lighting them around the room. She took her clothes off, brushed her hair, covered herself in rose scented lotion and then sat on the bed, waiting for him to return.

When he came back, the dim glow from the bedroom startled him. He entered slowly, inhaling sharply at the sight of Mina naked. He had never actually seen her nude before, he always found some way to avert his eyes, trying to keep his desires for her under control.

"Sang-woo, come here." she said, reaching out to him. He approached her, taking her hands and squeezing them.

"I want you to tell me why we haven't been intimate yet, is it that you don't like me? Did I do something wrong?" she asked. He knelt in front of her, bringing her hands to his cheeks.

"No. You've done nothing wrong. And, I adore you." he said.

"I feel.. Strange, putting my hands on you. Even, just wanting to do so, because." he swallowed audibly, averting his eyes from hers.

"I.. Never spoke much about, the war. I have.."

Mina recognized his glassy expression, clenching his jaw as his breath quickened. She had seen him through many PTSD episodes before. She stroked his cheeks and moved closer to him, pressing his head against her breasts and wrapping his arms around her.

"I have so much blood on my hands, and when I think about touching you, I feel like I will just. Soil you." his voice cracked as he spoke.

Sang-woo always cried silently, but his shoulders trembled. His hands did too as he gripped Mina's shoulders, holding onto her as if his life depended on it.

"Whatever happened back then, it doesn't make you.. Bad, you won't soil me." she said, taking his hands in hers and examining them

"Your hands don't have blood on them.." she said as she traced her fingertips along the lines of his palms.

"Lines of life, and love, like any other person, the hands of a hardworking and good man." she said. She placed his hands on her breasts, trying to encourage him to touch her.

Sang-woo focused on her chest, finally letting himself take in the sight of her. He kneaded her breasts between his large hands, focusing on the sensation of how soft she felt, how good she smelled, using her to take him out of his thoughts and focus on the present.

"Can you take this off?" she asked, tugging on his jacket. He nodded and stood, removing his jacket and the tank top he was wearing under it. Mina scooted back on the back, further and further until she was laying down against the pillows, and Sang-woo crawled over her. With his legs on either side of hers he leaned down, kissing her cheek, her jaw and then her neck, licking and sucking it as his hands continued massaging her breasts.

"Sang-woo.." she sighed and he felt something ignite in his heart and loins. He scrambled out of his pants and underwear and embraced her roughly, digging his blunt nails into her skin and kissing her deeply.

"Do I really deserve this? To be allowed to touch you.." he asked breathlessly. Mina smiled at him and nodded, spreading her legs for him.

"You deserve to love, and be loved. Everyone does. No matter what happened in the past." she said, stroking his cheeks. Sang-woo held her thighs apart as he kissed her, she found the weight of his body on hers deeply comforting as she felt his erection rub against her slick folds. He grabbed her jaw roughly, forcing her to kiss him as he took his cock in his other hand and pressed it against her entrance.

"Say you love me." he said, the intensity of his gaze boring into her.

"I love you, Sang-woo."

He bottomed out in one thrust, filling her completely. They groaned in unison and he pressed his forehead against hers, hooking her legs under his arms.

"Fuck-" he sighed, immediately fucking her at a ruthless pace.

"S-Sang-woo!!" she cried, arching her back and gripping him tightly as he fucked her like he was punishing her.

"I've wanted this for so long, you're so tight and warm.." he tangled his fingers into her hair.

"Soft, so good to me.." his breathing was ragged as he began licking and sucking her neck hard enough to leave marks.

"I-I've wanted this just as long." she struggled to form words, her eyes rolling back as she felt herself climaxing, her walls clenching and fluttering around his cock.

"Yes my darling that's it, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fill you up, my love.." he was rambling breathlessly against her ear, his thrusts becoming quick and short as he chased his release.

"Cum inside me, please Sang-woo-" she felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes as Sang-woo came, moaning desperately as he filled her completely, cum and slick leaking out of her and staining the bed beneath them. He stayed still for a long time, still inside her, nuzzling against her neck and placing gentle kisses against the bruises there.

"I love you." she said quietly and she felt him smile against her neck.

"I love you too."

#squid game #fanfic #reader insert

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n1cholaswang · 2 years

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HOW JUST B WOULD REACT TO

NIPPLE PIERCINGS

description: basically you got your nips pierced and you're showing them off to your bf

cw: suggestive , violence ??? , stupidity , pervy just b , corruption & mommy kink mention , tit jobs , a lil crack

a/n: only did this cause i got my nipples pierced last week lmao

LIMJI

• wide eyes

• like eyes boutta pop outta his head wide

• "did it hurt?"

• glaring at him cause ... ???

• "duh it hurt"

• always tries to tell you to not wear a shirt

• "let them breathe"

• he really just wants to see them all the goddamn time

• cupping your chest constantly

• "just keeping them safe" he says with a sweet and innocent smile

• innocent my ass

• just wants to feel them without hurting you

GEONU

• surprised™️

• mouth open

• cannot believe his eyes

• "did it hurt" pt 2

• ????

• duh geonu.

• makes sure to remind you to clean them

• careful not to let anything or anyone, including himself, bump into them

• kisses around them

• like to take polaroid or film pics of you without a shirt

• "you look so pretty with those in"

SANGWOO

• wide eyes pt 2

• immediately threw you over his shoulder cause you showed him while the members were in the other room

• confused ™️

• "why?"

• "why not? 🤭"

• thinks you look slutty

• but in a good way

• wants to corrupt tf outta you

• and he does.

• beggin for tit jobs

• squeezin your tits without hurting you legit all the time

• they show through your shirts

• but he don't care

• he can fight

• legit geonu would be like "yeah uhm ???? since when did [name] have their nips pierced ??????"

• "since none of your business, why you lookin 🤨"

DOYUM

• wide eyes pt 3

• snapped a pic with his phone

• you were confused

• "for... reference"

• he wasn't lying tho

• he did end up drawing them LMAO

• used to lay on your chest every night

• but now lays on your stomach with his hands cupping the piercings

• cleans them for you

• if he sees a member staring, especially sangwoo, he goes off

• "quit looking kim sangwoo before i put my foot so far up your ass, you'll be puking out your insides for weeks"

• yeah. psychotic.

• can't wait to put them in his mouth

• "they done healing yet?"

• no bitch wait another year

CHUJI

• wide eyes pt 4

• mouth open pt 2

• cannot believe his eyes pt 2

• "did it hurt?" pt 3

• god why are they so stupid

• ofc it hurt

• takes pictures and sends them to the gc

• "look at my baby's nips 😋"

• bain cannot look at you the same anymore.

• neither can beomgyu

• can't wait to put them in his mouth pt 2

• googles how long he should wait before sucking on them LMAO

• "im tiddy deprived, hurry up and heal" he says directly to the piercings

• developed a mommy kink after a couple months

• don't ask why or how

• it just happened

BAIN

• confused pt 2

• "why?" pt 2

• "my body my choice 😁"

• "fair enough"

• literally could not care less

• at least that's how he acts on the outside

• on the inside, he is freaking tf out

• immediately goes to limji and asks what to do

• gives you jackets to cover them if they're showing through your clothes

• makes you hide behind him

• a goddamn bodyguard

• stares down anybody who looks even for just a millisecond

• almost got arrested for staring down a cop LMAO

• "babe wtf ????"

• "hey! in my defense, he was looking"

• helps with the healing process by cleaning them for you

• and basically forcing you to go shirtless everywhere

• even in public

• but he just wants you to be comfortable and the piercings to heal properly

• so that he can suck on your tits 🙄

#kpop hard thoughts #kpop hard hours #just b #justb hard hours #lee geonu #lim jimin #just b bain #song byeonghee #chu jimin #kim sangwoo #just b smut

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erwinsvow · 3 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: uncle eren comes to visit.

warnings: step-cest, jealousy, manipulation, hints of verbal/emotional abuse + touch of dubcon to con, reader feels guilty, grinding/dry-humping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

author's note: part two of sole salvation. i really hope everyone enjoys this! the warnings are just to be on the safe side as i do not want to accidentally trigger anyone, please feel free to message me if you want to ask about something before reading.

tagging @sangwoos-mom & @divine-delight :)

If Zeke didn’t want my interest to get piqued, Eren thinks to himself as he watches you stroll away, off to get him to a fresh cup of lemonade, he should have kept his mouth shut.

When his brother had mentioned his new fiancee had a daughter, Eren had supposed it would be some spoiled, bratty kid. After all, he had met your mother once before, and he didn’t think that kind of a woman could raise someone even remotely well-behaved.

So given that, he was more than pleasantly surprised the first time he met you. It was all a shock, from the almost angelic way you float down the stairs to greet him, your soft skin and sweet smile, to the genuine look in your eyes when you tell him that you’re glad to finally meet him.

He still doesn’t know what Zeke did to deserve you in his life, the taste in his mouth a touch too bitter when he watches the way you look at his brother, even when your mom is in the same room. It’s dreamy, as though there’s no better way to spend your time and nothing better to think about than your step-father.

It’s a little unfair, Eren thinks, that Zeke has a sweet, doting little thing head over heels for him. It’s a little unfair that Zeke waited so long to invite him over, to introduce him to you. Maybe it was brotherly instinct, maybe he knew that once Eren met you, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, just like it had been for Zeke.

Regardless of what it was, Eren knew one thing for certain. Sibling should always share.

It finally takes an unbearable conversation on the phone with your mother for an excuse, an opportunity to arise. The lie is taking hold in his head and spilling out of his mouth before he can even control it—“Yeah, the pipes burst and it’s just a mess, I called Zeke but his phone’s off- no, really? Just for the weekend, I promise- thank you, I’ll be over soon.”

His bag is packed and cock is twitching at the idea of getting you alone in that house, maybe when Zeke’s locked away in his office and your mother’s out shopping. It’s going to be a hot week, with almost intolerable heat, and he’s positive it’ll have you in revealing clothes (no doubt ones that his brother bought for you) and teensy swimsuits when you go for an afternoon swim.

That’s what he’s thinking of—the image of you soaked to the bone, wet hair and the thin, dripping material of your suit sticking to your skin—when he pulls into your driveway later that day.

It’s almost easy enough to miss the slight wobble in your steps, the way your clothes are just a little too wrinkled for someone that’s been sitting around the house all day.

But Eren notices it, of course, and doesn’t miss the way Zeke practically keeps one eye on you the entire day, no matter who he’s talking to, either.

Maybe if Eren was just a drop stupider, a bit less cunning, you and Zeke could get away with all of it, but he’s not. He thinks it’s his turn to have his fun with you.

Your mother’s even more intolerable than he remembers. He wonders how bad a family dinner could be, but this is much worse than he could have fathomed. It’s a whole host of things, like how she’s oblivious to the affair happening right under her nose and her small comments that have your lips trembling and eyes blinking away tears before they can fall.

Jeez. Eren had initially felt bad for himself, but he’s starting to wonder how you put up with it. Maybe fucking around with Zeke is your own way of getting revenge, payback for every ‘Why do you look so tired, it’s not like you’re the one working all day’ and ‘Don’t you have plans with friends, or are you just gonna bother your parents all day?’

By the time dinner ends, you’ve made your way to the kitchen almost automatically, putting away dishes and wiping counters without even being told, as Zeke gives your mother a cold, hard stare.

“Was all that really necessary?” his brother questions quietly, eyes fuming with anger yet still disguising his true reason for being upset.

“What?” your mother responds innocently, pretending as though she hadn’t said anything wrong. Eren watches the interaction carefully. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t interject on a married couple’s little spat, but here he goes again, words out before he can control them. They’re spoken a bit louder than they needed to be, but he wants to make sure you hear them over the running water.

“I don’t know, she seems like a good girl to me, no? Maybe you should be easier on her.”

And a few feet away, in the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. Uncle Eren—who you’d only met once and heard about a handful of times, someone who doesn’t owe you anything, someone not even really related to you—defending you?

It was enough to make tears rush to your eyes again, a smile on your face as you rinse off the dishes.

Good girl. The words run through your head again, seemingly on repeat. They’re your two favorite words, enough to pick you up from the dark, sullen headspace you’re in as a result of your mother’s cruel phrases and Zeke’s stinging silence.

Zeke claims it’ll become too obvious, even to your clueless mother, if he always takes your side and speaks up for you, despite how much he wants to, he says. You’re so hopelessly gone, so devoted to him that you don’t think you have it in you to fight for it. The words he says when the two of you are alone, how he makes you feel and spoils you rotten makes up for it, right?

That’s what you’d been telling yourself all this time, but you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the act going. Does he think it’s easy to watch him walk into the bedroom he shares with your mother every night? To watch her kiss him goodbye, hold onto his arm in public, while you trail behind like a lost puppy?

It’s not actually revenge you’re aiming for, when you start greeting Eren in the morning brightly, walking straight on over to him in the living room rather than the kitchen where your step-father is. It’s closer to a plea for attention, like you’re waiting for Zeke to realize you can play at this game too.

Eren’s more than happy to indulge you, spending hours of the day beside you on the couch watching movies, or watering the lawn while you work on your garden, claiming that he just wants to help out around the house as much as he can. His weekend-long visit turns into a week, as the ‘good for nothing contractors are taking their sweet time.’

It’s terribly easy to make you believe every word he’s saying, with you even defending him when Zeke asks how much longer he’s planning on sticking around.

“He’s family,” you had argued valiantly, leaving your step-father with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw as he noticed Eren smiling behind you. For once, your mother had agreed with you, and Zeke was left with no choice.

It’s sunny and warm when Eren’s opportunity, the one he’s been waiting for patiently, appears. Your mother’s gone out again, this time to the salon, there’s that hour of time right after she’s left that you usually treasure, because you know there’s no chance she’ll be on her way back or call home.

It’s usually your favorite time of the day, when you know you can have Zeke all to yourself, and that’s what you’re thinking, when you hesitantly make your way to the door of his office.

Truly, you hadn’t meant to make Zeke angry, you just wanted to be there for Uncle Eren how he was there for you. You were ready to make up and forget about it now, dolled up in a new sundress that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Zeke had bought it only weeks ago, before Uncle Eren’s sudden visit, and you thought he might like it if you wore it now.

Your hand has just reached the cool metal of the doorknob, just about to twist when you hear a ringing from inside the room, of Zeke’s phone going off.

You step back, knowing better than to interrupt one of his calls. You’re disheartened a little, mind wondering why he would schedule something when you and he both know this is your hour, your chance to be alone.

You make your way back downstairs, lingering on the last step and thinking about going back up in a few minutes, when Uncle Eren’s voice calls to you from the living room, making you jump a little.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice calm and quiet, a contrast to your thudding heart.

“That’s okay, Uncle Eren,” you say, and your head turns back to look in the direction of Zeke’s office inadvertently. “I was just-”

“Waiting for Daddy, huh?” Your lips part a little in surprise, confused by his implication. Though surely, Zeke wouldn’t have told Uncle Eren anything. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“I-I just needed to ask him something, but I think he’s on the phone with someone,” you say quietly, confused at Eren’s tone, the confidence with which he spoke those words, almost mockingly.

“Oh, yeah. He told me he’s busy all afternoon, something or other about work and a report-” Eren stops himself right when he notices your expression change, looking thoroughly upset that Zeke was busy when you were ripe for the taking. “He didn’t tell you about that?”

Fuel to the fire, maybe a bit too much, but Eren doesn’t care. Not as long as you keep it up, looking like a maimed little prey upon realizing that Daddy was too busy for you.

Yes, Eren was getting much better with the lying. It doesn’t even register to you to question his words, to go back up and double check, that Zeke might, in fact, be waiting for you to knock on his door at this very second.

Your feet find their way to the sofa, slumping down dejectedly, as Eren sits right next to you. It’s the way you two have been sitting for the past week, except he’s ready to take the risk. His hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing the soft skin as you let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear.

“All afternoon?” comes your quiet voice, trembling at the mere notion that Zeke was upset with you. You hadn’t meant to take it this far, hadn’t thought he would be ignoring you just because you disagreed with something he said for the first time.

But your sadness is turning into something different when you look at the hungry, almost predatory way Uncle Eren is looking at you now.

“That’s what he said, sweetheart. Did you two have plans, or something?” It’s coming off nonchalant, or so he hopes, because every bone in his body is excited at the prospect before him, blood rushing to his hardening cock as he catches a glimpse of your exposed skin as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“N-no, I just… He always spends time with me when mom leaves. I just thought he would be free.”

It’s the sweet, lonely way you’re looking into his eyes, your own doe-like and watery, that tips him over the edge.

“Well, I can keep you company.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, baby. A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone… it’s not right, well, at least to me.”

“Yeah?” Eren nods his head, line between his lies and the truth blurring suddenly as you inch closer and closer to him.

“I wouldn’t treat you like that, if you were mine, you know-” and he can’t finish his sentence, because your hands are on the collar of his shirt and you’re shifting onto his lap, and your lips are on each other.

It’s stupid, you know, to be so easily guided by a few choice words, putty in virtually anyone’s hands if they say the right things and make you feel seen and heard, but you can’t stop now.

Eren’s tongue is in your mouth, your lips practically glued together as you feel his hands go under the soft cotton of your dress, exploring the supple skin of your thighs. It’s not long before his hands find your ass, squeezing and groping as moan into his mouth.

A sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp, pulling away for just a second before Eren’s hand is on the back of your neck, guiding you into a kiss again. You moan again, louder, when his teeth bite down on your lip just a little bit, when Eren finally pulls away.

“Can’t be too loud, remember, sweetheart? Daddy’s busy upstairs,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what would rile you up. The words act like a little shock running through your system, making you even more eager for Eren’s touch.

“Don’t care-!” you mewl, head going fuzzy when you feel Eren’s hard cock grind against your core, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You’re still, Eren’s hand coming up to cover your mouth as he continues his rocking movement, making you moan against his hand.

Your eyes roll back when Eren increases his speed, and it’s silly, how the barely-there contact is making you shake, the coil in your stomach tense and unwinding, when Eren stops completely.

You whine loudly, muffled some by his hand, but not entirely, causing Eren to spank you again.

“I thought you were a good girl, hm? Don’t get bratty on me now,” he says, though he thinks it went in one ear and out the other as you come down from your incomplete high.

“I want-I want you, Uncle Eren, now-!” Another whine, another spank. You cry out again, until the fourth slap—which leaves your ass sore already from Eren’s heavy-handedness—silences you.

“Sweetheart, stop misbehaving or you’re not gonna get anything, okay?” he coos, fingers finding your chin and directing your face to look him in the eyes. They’re lust-blown too, and his hardness is still evident underneath your body, but your body’s inclined to follow his rules, despite how badly you want to cum.

“Yes, Uncle Eren,” you say softly, your squirming body finally stopping. Eren’s fingers find their way to the thin straps of your sundress, pulling them until they rest on your shoulder and expose your neck and collar to him.

“Tell me something, baby, did you wear this for me? Or for him?” The very mention of Zeke makes your body stiffen, but you’re still desperate for more and eager to please Uncle Eren.

“For you,” you mumble, wanting to just bury your head in the crook of Eren’s neck and feel him inside you, though you know you won’t get what you want that easily.

“Me? I’m so honored,” he says, letting out a laugh at how your body shakes in anticipation but you stay completely still. He wonders if Zeke had to teach you to be this obedient, or if it just comes to you naturally.

He thinks it’s the latter when he rolls his hips quickly, watching you squirm and bite your lip hard to keep quiet, another rush of pleasure coursing through you, though it’s not nearly enough.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ve been good enough to me, haven’t you?” he asks, and you nod your head quickly. “You deserve to feel good, don’t you?” You nod again and let out a shaky breath when Eren moves your hips with his hands, finally giving you the much-needed pressure on your clit.

“Why don’t you cum for me, baby, just like this? Mmh?” You’re letting out little squeals at each contact, hips moving faster and faster as Eren lays back and lets you use his cock as a toy to grind against. His head falls back at how good it feels, though he won’t let himself cum until he’s inside you.

You’re close again, stomach tensing again and that familiar feeling gathering inside your chest, making you feel warm all over as you speed up.

The breaking point is when Eren’s hands come to your chest, pulling down your dress and exposing your tits to the cool air. His fingers pinch one while his mouth finds the other, and suddenly you can’t keep quiet no matter how hard you try, moans spilling out your mouth as well as repeated cries of Uncle Eren, that sound sweet as sugar to Eren.

It’s when Eren starts bucking his hips up too, that you finally cum, a bolt of pleasure running through your entire body as he keeps going. You’re not entirely sure what kind of noises you’re making—everything seems to be muted and fuzzy as repeated shocks make you shake, Eren’s firm grip on your tits being the only thing that’s grounding you.

When you finally come down, forcing yourself away from Eren’s lap and legs pressed tightly together to calm your oversensitive cunt, there’s a lecherous look in Eren’s eyes. It’s screaming to you, silently, how he’s not done with you yet.

“Aw, baby, look how fast you came just from a little bit of humping. Are you that desperate, bunny? Is Daddy not taking care of you?”

Your face feels like it might be on fire, blood and heat rushing at the same time and burning quickly with shame at the realization that Eren knew all along, that he’s been playing this little game with you since his arrival and you never, not once, had the upper hand.

He feels more predatory than ever before, spreading your legs despite how your legs ache and your core is burning—even if you wanted more, you don’t think you could take it—but it doesn’t seem like Eren cares.

“U-uncle Eren, we shouldn’t- h-he might-” you start, but are cut off as Eren presses a finger to your lips.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a little unfair? If you get to cum, and I don’t? Be a good girl and spread for me,” he says, and you feel your body comply automatically.

Your back’s on the couch now, Eren hovering over you. All it would take is a few steps in this direction after coming down the stairs for someone to find you, but you can hardly care when Eren’s shoving your dress up, exposing your panties and shoving them to the side, your wetness on display for him.

“One day, baby, when Daddy’s not here, I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue—just not today,” and the words go straight to your head. Your heart thuds uncomfortably in your chest every time he mentions Zeke, a sense of guilt washing over you and replacing the pleasure you feel, but you forget all about it when you see Eren undos his pants and take out his hardened cock.

It’s plainly wrong to compare it to Zeke’s, and though it might not be longer, it’s definitely thicker, not as pretty but covered in throbbing veins that you can’t even imagine feeling inside you.

Eren’s about to grant your wish, running his cockhead over your sensitive clit once, twice, and just as you're expecting a third, he pushes inside of you.

A strangled, loud moan escapes your lips before he can cover your mouth again. It’s agonizing, not being able to make a sound as your step-uncle fucks you into the couch, movements picking up and a steady pace filling the room with obscene noises. You can’t see where the two of you are connected, since your eyes are locked with Eren’s pretty green ones, but you know you’re making a mess.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every thrust stretching you out, you think he’s ruined your cunt for anyone else—but that’s exactly what he wants.

It’s silent, save for the heavy patter of Eren’s balls against your ass with each thrust, the sound of his hips knocking with yours. He’s trying to keep his grunts silent, but it’s getting harder and harder with the way you’re clenching around him, so tight and wet and soft, he wonders what his brother did to deserve someone like you—he wonders why he doesn’t spend every minute inside you.

Your sensitive cunt tightens around him, knowing only another few strokes and grazes on your clit will be enough to tip you into your second orgasm. Your shaky hand finds Eren’s, pulling his wrist away from your face and meeting his lips again, releasing muffled moans into his mouth.

You know he’s close too, from the way his pace picks up, and you pull away just for a second, just to say three words.

“Please, Uncle Eren.”

And it’s enough to make his hips stutter, enough to uncoil the knot in your tense stomach and have your orgasm washing over you, as you feel Eren fill your cunt with his hot cum. Your lips are on each other, the lewd squelching of his slowing thrusts matching the small squeaks you release, until he finally pulls out and your panties snap back over your leaking cunt.

It’s hard to catch your breath, from your position laying down, feeling your tight hole throb and Eren’s cum spill out, probably onto the sofa seat. You adjust the top of your dress, covering your tits and pulling one strap up. When you’re fixing the skirt, you feel Eren’s hands pull the other strap onto your shoulder, hands lingering on your exposed skin.

You shy away from looking at him, despite how his cum is still inside you. It feels too intimate, almost, because a part of you thinks you were taken advantage of, and another part of you doesn’t ever want Eren to leave you.

Eren’s fingers find your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. You blink quickly, licking your swollen lips and biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

Neither of you speak, though you know what’s lingering in the air. You can tell he’s gotten what he wanted, and he’s going to leave, and yet you can’t stop yourself from speaking first, throat scratchy and dry and your words nothing more than a whisper.

“C-can I… did you- did you mean all those things you said? Before?”

And suddenly Eren understands everything, why you’re this way, why you need to be validated so badly, why his brother’s such a good match for you. He thinks he’d sacrifice anything too, like his marriage and a new life, just to make you happy.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I meant every word of it.”

“Really?” There’s a soft smile on your lips, your eyes watery and he thinks it doesn’t have anything to do with how hard he fucked you.

“Yeah, I-”

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeke’s voice comes from behind you.

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❦ 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 ❦

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: gihun, sangwoo, the salesman, the frontman. daughter!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: this work basically contains headcanons of the characters’ relationship with their daughter.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: incest, slight yandere themes, dub-con, mentions of alcohol, spanking, oral sex (fem receiving), degradation, use of babygirl. reader is of age.

𝐀/𝐍: this work contains dark content. people over 21 are welcome to interact. minors and ageless/empty blogs will be blocked. if you don’t like it, don’t read it. please, read the rules before interacting and stay safe!

GIHUN

As your father, Gihun is very protective to the point he might seem a little possessive. It's just that he doesn't wanna lose you. He often expresses his concerns about you hanging out with friends and it only gets worse when there are male friends in the group. Good luck trying to tell him you're already of age; he will just tell you that he's your father and has the final saying.

That being said, it's often implied that he is the only man you need in your life. He tries so hard to be your everything, even working late night hours to pay for your studies or whatever is going on in your life — he is not very good at keeping track anyways, but he means it when he says he will do anything for you.

Gihun is the one to take the first step. Because of the past, he often chases alcohol to help ease the emotional pain. Sometimes, you are not in the mood to deal with his vices so you protect yourself from it.

The more he tries to pull you in, even accusing you of leaving him for your male friends, the more you scream at him because of mother. You know better than to bring her up in heated arguments, but sometimes you are so done with everything that you get careless around others. Mentions of your mother always stirs up something inside father, that way, he ends up telling you to shut up when you hold it against him — but since he is so damn disrespectful, you don't.

So, the only way he finds to shut you up during the heated argument and crude sentiments is by pressing his lips against yours. He was so wasted you could've pushed him off with ease. However, it was your first kiss in ages and you didn't really want it to end. Despite the sour taste of alcohol in his tongue, you felt truly loved as his body caged yours and his arms kept you still. After he pulls away, you brush it off as an emotional baggage you didn't want to go through. Probably Gihun had repressed many feelings over the years and it all came back at once, resulting in this.

He brings up the matter eventually and apologizes for his behavior. He might even promise to stay away from alcohol and you know, however, that all of the unspoken secrets will drag him down once again. Except that now you make an effort to be there for your father.

He doesn't shy away when you take the first step towards kissing him when he is a tiny bit sad, even though his moral consciousness gets shaky by that. All of the thoughts about you take over his mind and he drops his energetic act, leaning towards a more serious and melancholic one. It's only after you share your first night together that he realizes he's already knee-deep into it and can't turn back now.

Gihun enjoys cockwarming and it soon becomes part of your routine. While you're asleep and softly snoring beside him, he tries to fight the urge to pound into you because there is no way you could consent to this while asleep. Although, he can't help but pound into you carefully as to not awake you, but he never goes much further than that.

SANGWOO

As a father, he is very possessive of you, part of it being his arrogance seeping through, causing him to act like he knows what is best for you better than anyone else.

You are the one to take the first step. Dad wouldn't let you see boys as he got easily jealous of his precious daughter. So, the only way to change things was to relieve all of the buried feelings and desires with him. Oh, such a temper you have… You did take after your father after all.

Sangwoo is taken aback when he feels your soft lips moving against his. And yet, he experiments with you anyway. He tests the water by holding your waist, his fingers leaving light touches on your skin. Then, he opens his mouth just a little to deepen the kiss. In a second, he has you whimpering and he knows exactly what you want — except he won't give it to you so easily.

His tongue is gentle, even freeing the butterflies in your stomach. Your attempts of moving your hips against your dad's lap while searching for friction were futile as his strong grip on your hips prevented you from doing so by holding you in place. Even with your whines, he was still calm despite the evidence of mutual desire.

Then, he takes you to bed. Sangwoo takes his time with you, enjoying how you gave in to his touches out of free will. When his tongue came in contact with your folds, it was a pleasant contrast of temperature — warm from his mouth and cold from you being exposed for too long. One of the things that really stuck with you during the time dad was eating you out was seeing the thread of saliva and wetness connecting your cunt and dad's tongue. After that, Sangwoo would not shut up for one second.

You never thought you'd hear such filthy words leaving your dad's mouth — and he said it so cooly. You're a real slut, you know that? and You're so wet for me, babygirl. Don't be surprised if you wake up one day like this, before sucking your clit between his lips and resuming the licks.

Sangwoo really takes his time with you. He makes you come multiple times on his face before even thinking of adding his fingers into your pussy. He proceeds to put his mouth to a better use and leaves bite marks all over your body, from shoulders to thighs. The purple marks will look amazing the next day, he promises, and also you won't be leaving the house for some time. It's a win-win.

THE SALESMAN

The man is the definition of sadism. Your dad is probably ten steps ahead of you and he wants to hear you say it. Remember the time you moaned a bit too loud when touching yourself? He knows. The next day, your dad is asking you too many questions about the time you went to bed and what were you doing that kept you up so late. He does that with a smug smile on his face, taking pleasure in the faint red on your cheeks and how you struggle to find the perfect excuse which, to be sincere, will serve for nothing.

You are not sure if he is dropping subtle hints of his real intentions or if it's just your imagination playing tricks on you. Father has always been kind of invasive with showing affection. The line was crossed the day you woke up with his hand pressed against your stomach and his body dangerously close to yours in your bed. He probably caught you sleeping on the sofa again and brought you to your room — at least that's what you've tried to tell yourself. He could've just put you in your bed and walked away, there was no reasonable explanation for whatever was this.

You absolutely lose it when his lips brush against your ear, a husky voice startling you awake. It was merely a good morning, babygirl, but it definitely stirred something up inside you. The way his fingers curled on the skin of your hips caused you to hold back a moan and jolt yourself from the bed. In the rush of avoiding further embarrassment, you missed the smile that crept up onto his lips.

Things escalate in such a passive-aggressive rhythm. During one of your movie nights, he holds you close while pressing kisses to your temples all the time, just like a boyfriend would do. When he asks something about the movie, you are too focused on the proximity of your faces, his dark eyes boring into yours while your gaze wanders from his amused stare to his lips. The tension in the air made it hard to breathe and there was a burning feeling in your gut that rushed you into a decision.

The kiss was reciprocal, as if he was waiting for you to take the first step all along. You let out a sigh when your lips touched from all the air you've been holding. His hand got a good grip on the back of your neck, reasserting his dominance over you. It was clear that you belonged to him. His tongue was aggressive amidst the kiss and you realized that you've longed for this feeling for a while now, to be dominated by someone more experienced than you. A moan escaped your lips when his grip tightened around your neck and dad pushed you onto the couch until he was able to lie down on top of your fragile frame. He looked exactly like a wolf ready to devour his prey and just now you realized how long he was preparing for this situation. Not that you minded it, though.

Dad wishes to break your mind before taking care of your body. He toys with you during foreplay, edging you multiple times no matter your pleas before he is even close to being satisfied. He wants to make a mess out of you, dragging his fingers in and out of your cunt until you're weak under his touch. He has worked hard on denying orgasms from you that you couldn't take it anymore, reaching your climax because of the exhaustion and excess of stimuli. It's only after leaving you limp that he considers giving you his cock.

THE FRONTMAN

Sex is merely a reward. Your dad is very stern, his authoritarian gaze being enough to make you flinch. It is only when you disobey his orders that he takes out on you. He is very cold, expecting you to show regrets of your less than adequate behavior. Although he might be more lenient of using cold, authoritarian communication until he is satisfied with your pleas, he might consider using physical punishments if you dare to cross the limits again.

The first time you slept together was the day you broke one of his first rules: do not leave your room. He had brought you to the island while he acted as the frontman and reinforced the importance of that rule as to avoid you getting caught up in the middle of the abominable mess that was his work. He was livid when he found out from one of the guards they'd caught a strange girl wandering through the halls, worried that one of those monsters had intentions of doing something else with you.

By the time you arrived into his place, the same place he kept you locked up, he was calling you stupid girl repeated times with some disdain mixed with concern. It's only when he sees the tears running down your face nonstop that he takes a deep breath, deciding between wishing to hold you close as a caring parent would do or sending you straight to your punishment.

Either way, you got your twisted reward. He ordered you to pull down your trousers, to which you showed some resistance. After he was so demanding, to the point of saying I am not playing games, silly girl. Take them off. you did exactly as he told you, humiliated by the thought of getting naked in front of him. You felt his gloved fingers kneading your bottom, as if he was testing the waters, and you held back a whimper. The impact of the first smack caused you to sob, only for it to become rounds of spanking.

It stopped when father decided it was enough, seeing your bum colored in vivid red. You knew better than to express your soreness out loud so you just let the tears run down your face in uncontrollable fashion, not daring to make any sounds. The tired eyes glanced at his piece of art, unsure if you were deserving of his cock. At that moment fear readily raced through your entire body as you realized you were still at mercy of his punishments just as he said touch yourself for me, then we'll see if you're worthy of something.

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Hiiii can I get some sang woo x f!reader smut !!! Maybe with some power play and degradation if you’re ok with it I’m so in love with this man it’s not even funny lol

A/N: I understand there's a reason why he was my first post lolll Hope you enjoy it and thanks for requesting!

Rating: Mature 18+

MINORS DONT INTERACT

Warning(s): Degredation; Hair-pulling; Smut W/O Plot

My face smushed against the pillow, my ass in the air as he let a hand slap hard against me.

“You look like a slut like this.” He said breathily as a hand grazed against my slit, two fingers delving deep into me.

“Sangwoo.” I moaned, trying to hide my face before his hand grasped my hair, forcing me to look up at him. He smirked as he palmed my clit, causing me to squeeze my eyes and groan. “You’re so sensitive.” He said, as he added another digit. I could only grasp tightly onto the bed sheets as I moaned his name, his fingers picking up their pace.

“Should I make you come now? Make my whore come with just my fingers?” He said as I opened my eyes, looking up to see him. His hard cock ached as his eyes scanned me, intently watching every flinch or move I make. For a moment we just stared at each other. His mouth hung agape as he added a fourth digit, resuming his fast pace. All you could hear were the sounds of his minstrations, my growing moans and his silent groans.

"I'm gonna cum." I moaned loudly as my legs started to twitch more, his fingers curling just right to hit my g spot. The bliss was gone as he removed his fingers, leaning back more to take in my disheveled state. "Stay like that." He said as I gave a slight nod. Using the slickness on his fingers, he grasped his cock from the base as he let out a deep groan. All I could do was present myself as he stroked himself slowly, small groans escaping as he worked himself. I could see his stomach tense when a stroke was particularly pleasurable, beads of sweat starting to come down his chest. His dark hair stuck onto his forehead, his mouth open in silent pleasure.

I couldn't help but moan at the sight as I wiggled my ass towards him slightly. He let out a low chuckle once he noticed. "Do you want to take over?" He asked, removing his hand and bringing it up to my slit, dragging a fingertip. "Yes." I moaned, his touch feeling heavenly after being neglected. "Hands and knees." He said and I did so quickly, my knees aching from being in this position for so long. It was worth it all once his hands placed themselves on my hips, moving me to the position he wanted me. I felt his body encase me, feeling his hot breath against my ear. "How does my whore want it?" He asked, nibbling at my earlobe. I let out a shaky breath. I was aching for him, to finally climax after what felt like hours of teasing. Shit, I needed anything.

"Fuck me, Sangwoo." I whined pathetically, pressing back against him as I put my head down. A hand came up and grabbed my hair, pulling my head up to meet his dark eyes. "Keep your head up." He leaned back into my ear. "I want you to come all over my cock, understood?" He said as he let go of my hair. I tried to respond but instead a moan escaped, his cock easing in. "Such a good whore, taking me in like nothing." He groaned, his hips meeting mines as he filled me. He stayed for a moment before he pulled out. I whined before he suddenly thrust back inside, my mouth falling agape as he started a fast pace. His hands grasped onto my hips, pulling me to meet his thrusts. "Fucking whore. Look at you-" He groaned loudly, nails starting to sting. "Taking my cock so well." I whined at his words, helpless to do anything but keep myself up. “Fuck- you love that. Being a whore for me.” He babbled as a hand left my hip, bringing it to my stomach. He pulled me up, his chest pressed against my back as he kept moving. He groaned as I started to move along with him, the hand coming back up to grasp my hair. "Keep moving like that - Ugh- my fucking whore." He babbled as he groaned into my ear every time I tightened around him even slightly. "Sangwoo." I whined, putting my hand over the one at my hip. "What? Gonna come already?" He asked, his hand on my hip moving to slip down my stomach. "Come. I want to feel my whore come." He groaned, fingers circling my clit as his thrusts started to become more sporadic. His grip on my hair sent me over, the mix of slight pain and immense pleasure becoming too much. I yelled his name as I came, my body jerking as he held me still, keeping his pace. "Fuck-" He groaned out as he followed, thrusting as his orgasm faded.

After a moment, he pulled out, letting go of me as I slammed down onto the bed. "Are you alright?" He asked, sitting next to me on the bed as he moved hair away from my face. I gave a small laugh. "I'm amazing. I'm just exhausted." I replied, earning a huff from him. "You were." He said, moving to lay next to me. "Aw, you're too sweet." I replied, moving to place my head on his chest, his arm coming around to hold me. "Don't be so sarcastic. I can be." He replied. "I know." I said, leaning up and kissing him. I felt a smile play across his face before we separated, bringing the blanket over us as we lay, falling asleep in bliss.

#cho sangwoo x reader #cho sangwoo x you #squid game x reader #squid game smut #squid game imagines #sang woo x reader #sangwoo smut #smut requests #cho sangwoo smut

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years

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A-Z SFW Alphabet | Yang Seungbae

Pairing: Yang Seungbae x f!reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings/contents: Lot’s of fluff and fluffy headcanons, mild language

Notes: Next I’m really gonna try and work on my texting series, one thing being catching up Seungbae on the couple chapters Yoon Bum and Sangwoo are finished on. And then of course my BNHA series and starting another chapter of my Haikyuu series, most likely the one where you ask them to rail you. So for now, I may be done posting, but I hope you’ve enjoyed this and Oikawa’s post if you’ve read it/want to read it!

The masterlist for Seungbae’s future chapters and other things like this can be found {here}!

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A = Affection (are they affectionate with you?)

You had never suspected anything less, but Seungbae was very attentive and affectionate. There were times he was more formal with his affection, he wasn’t an openly clingy boyfriend, he didn’t smother you with his affection and attention, but if you needed it, you always had it at the drop of a hat. While he prefers to keep most details of your relationship outside of others knowing you’re together more private, he has no problem cuddling up with you in bed or on the sofa and kissing you for a few minutes sweetly and making you feel so loved. You’re putty in his hands, and for once, you can trust you won’t get hurt

B = Beauty (what do they admire the most about you?)

Something that Seungbae has always admired about you is your optimism. Yes, it may falter when the going gets tough, but it never diminishes. You never give into the pessimistic side of life. Even if it seems hopeless sometimes, you always seem to find something positive about situations, and when he’s at his worst, it keeps him going. No matter what the case he is, he knows you being so certain everything will be okay helps him feel as if everything will be okay

C = Cuddles and hugs (how do they cuddle? what about hugs?)

After a long, often times hard, day, Seungbae does enjoy unwinding with you. Sitting on the sofa, an arm around you while you rest your head on his shoulder and play with his fingers while you both exchange stories about your day. When he’s working long hours or he’s on stake-outs, he misses you and daydreams about being home with you cuddling instead of sitting in a car away from you

Overnight, Seungbae either sleeps on his back as stiff as a board, giving you the opportunity to curl up next to him and hold his hand over his stomach without a single worry in the world, or he sleeps on his side, spooning you and burying his face against your back. He’s more than willing to do either any night, but you’ve found that after a hard case that kept him at the office for longer than normal, he prefers to spoon to feel closer to you

When he hugs you, everything feels right. Everything feels safe, and everything feels okay. With his heart steadily beating by your ear, there’s nowhere you’d rather be than in his warm arms. Seungbae’s hugs are very comforting. When you’re down, you know a hug from him will make you feel better— not to mention he’ll sit with you for hours while you talk through what you need to

D = Date (how was the first date? what are dates with them like?)

On your first date, Seungbae took you to a fancier restaurant, making you laugh and giving you the best kind of company: his. After dinner was finished, he insisted on paying, saying this was all his idea and you deserved the best for a date. He took you to the park, walking slowly and gazing at the stars. He didn’t know how quickly you fell for him that night, gently holding his arm on the walk through the empty park before he brought you home, told you one more time how beautiful you looked and how much fun he had before he left you inside of your apartment, leaned against your door with a lovesick smile on your face

Dates with Seungbae now haven’t changed much. You sometimes go back to that restaurant you had your first date at, thinking back to all of the good memories you had in the start of your relationship and realizing just how much better things overall have gotten. Sometimes you’ll take a walk around the park, though it’s become a less safe place to be at night than it was before. Even then, you feel safe with Seungbae

E = Emotion (is it easy for them to express their emotions in front of you?)

Often times Seungbae likes to work little things out himself. He often will talk to you— after he knows exactly what’s wrong and how he may help himself. He was alone for a long time with only himself to deal with his problems, but he tries. He stays open with you, he doesn’t have a hard time expressing most of his emotions, but when he gets upset or down, he can sometimes get quiet and just sort of lay there. He doesn’t always want to talk, sometimes he just wants to lay his head on your lap in silence while you run your fingers through his hair

F = Feelings (when did they know they were in love with you?)

Seungbae denied his feelings for you for awhile, but the day it finally became too difficult to not admit to it was when the two of you ran into each other at the grocery store. You decided to do your shopping together, talking and catching up on a couple things. He couldn’t help but think about how much fun he’d had at the store when he typically dreaded grocery shopping and thought about you for the rest of the night. With a sigh as he cooked dinner, he finally admitted it to himself. He had romantic feelings for you

G = Gentle (are they gentle? If so, how?)

He doesn’t treat you as if you’re easily breakable, but Seungbae is gentle with you. When delivering bad news, he makes sure all sorts of precautions are taken and will expect the worst, when you’re sad, he’ll gently hug you and cradle you, when you’re angry, he’ll calmly sit down while you vent, rant, and/or pace. As a police officer, he typically runs into situations like this, and while he doesn’t treat you like he treats others, he knows the right approach to not make you feel belittled

H = Hands (how do they like to hold hands?)

He does like to hold hands with you, however he isn’t usually the one to reach for you unless you’re in bed. He finds it a bit tricky to sleep without you in bed with him, and especially without your hand in his. Often when you curl against his side, he’ll hold your hand on his stomach and gently rubs your hand while he talks to you or tries to sleep long after you’ve passed out

I = "I love you" (who said it first? and how? do they say it often?)

He said it first. The two of you were having dinner at his place 4 months after the two of you started to date. Things had been going great, steady, he really believed he was falling in love with you. Over dinner, the two of you talked, joked and laughed. Afterwards, you agreed to stay for a bit, snuggled up to his side, hand in his while you played with his fingers. The words truthfully just sort of fell out as he kissed your head, but he wasn’t embarrassed of how he felt. Especially not when you nuzzled into him and whispered your love back to him

He’s very consistent with his love. He makes sure you never feel like he loves you any less, frequently telling you that he loves you when he hangs up the phone, before he leaves, and before he goes to bed. Other than that, on the weekends he may tell you that he loves you more since he has more time with you

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they act when they're jealous?)

Seungbae is not a jealous person, however he is very protective of you. If he feels like you’re creeped out or uncomfortable, he’ll step in on any conversation needed. He’s polite about it, gently excusing you and saving you from the tense moment. Otherwise, he trusts you. He’ll keep a close watch just in case the other person decides to do anything funny, but you he trusts undeniably

K = Kiss (how do they kiss? who initiated the first kiss?)

His kisses are usually very sweet and mild mannered. Especially in public, the most that he would give you is a quick kiss to the cheek before he leaves you. But when the two of you are alone, his kisses can be very passionate and linger for much longer. Whenever things get heated, they can get rougher, but there’s never a time the kisses are rushed. Even when he’s late for work he’ll slow down to press a sweet kiss to your lips before he leaves

You initiated the first kiss. The two of you were at the movie theatre, seeing a movie a few weeks after the two of you got together. Your head was on his shoulder, occasionally whispering to him and making him give a soft chuckle, your hands on the arm rest beside you clutching his. You’d been planning to kiss him tonight when he brought you home, but now as a boring scene came on, you didn’t want to wait anymore, gently grabbing his face and leaning in to kiss him. He’d been confused at first, but it only took a second before he gave in and kissed you back

L = Love (how do they show you that they love you? what is their love language?)

Seungbae’s love language is quality time and acts of service. When he works long hours, he misses you a lot and can’t wait to be home with you. Even if the two of you are sitting on the sofa in silence or grocery shopping, he just wants to be around you again. He’d go shopping with you if you let him, driving you wherever you asked and holding your clothes or makeup for you while you picked out new things. Service wise, when he’s worn down, he appreciates every little thing you do for him. From helping him with dinner, covering his half-asleep body with a blanket or even dragging him to bed. Taking care of him when he’s hurt and picking up his slack— because when you’re down, he always helps you

M = Memory (what is their favorite memory with you?)

One of his favorite memories with you has always been a date where the two of you had a picnic. It was a nice summer day with a cool breeze, you had worn a pretty sundress and laid your head on his shoulder while the two of you watched the clouds, occasionally commenting that a certain cloud mocked a familiar shape or looked like a dinosaur. Before you got up to leave, you kissed his cheek and told him that you’d had a lot of fun, offering him a hand to help him up

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

When he’s home, a typical night is rather routine. You make dinner together, sometimes you’ll have a glass of wine, others you’ll just laugh and joke, watch a movie after dinner, clean the kitchen together. Often you may do some chores around the house together if you’ve both been busy, otherwise you may sometimes end up going to bed a little early and just relaxing in each others presence while you cuddle up and talk or fall asleep early. There’s nights you go to bed early with him even when you’re not tired just to be with him when he’s exhausted. It feels rather mundane, but when he presses his forehead to yours and holds your hands, it’s always worth it

O = On cloud nine (how do they act when they are in love? how do they express their feelings?)

When he’s in love, it isn’t always the most obvious. Seungbae is a professional man, able to put his own feelings aside for the most part. But if someone from his work catches him with you, he does seem different— happier, there’s a certain sparkle in his eyes, a wider grin and he laughs more. He tries to make you laugh more, tells you little jokes and looks at you so lovingly it’s hard to even believe it’s him sometimes

P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)

Seungbae often calls you by your name, however a pet name that he sometimes refers to you as is either “My love” or “My beloved.” The latter happens more frequently when he’s tired or overworked, the previous often when the two of you are home alone and he’s in an exceptionally good mood

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget things?)

He does his best to remember as much as he can about you, but the most important things are ones that stick the first time you tell him; things you’re allergic to, your birthday, soon your anniversary. He remembers when you tell him about things going on mentally for you, whether you’re depressed, anxious, etc., he remembers bad habits and hard days for you because of things that happened in the past. He remembers how to take care of you and how to love you both when you need him the most and when you’re just as happy and healthy as ever

R = Rainy day (what do they like to do with you on a rainy day?)

If he doesn’t have work, he likes to watch the rain. He sleeps in a bit more when it rains, but he’s a bit more tired and sluggish because of the weather. He’ll slowly do things, make coffee, have a small breakfast. He often stays in his pajamas and will want to cuddle with you on the sofa with the curtains back or the tv on

S = Sympathy (how do they comfort you? how do they like being comforted?)

When you’re needing comfort, there’s never any shame with him. He’d never make you feel like your problems are insignificant or unimportant. He’s a great listener, he’s great at giving advice— but he won’t give it unless you ask. If all you need is to vent and you tell him that, he’d sit there with you while you complain and simply nod along, kiss your head when you give your final sigh and tell you he’s glad you’re comfortable opening up to him. When you’re sad and needing help, he drops everything for you. Nothing has and nothing ever will be more important to Seungbae than you

Because he has a habit of keeping things quiet until he can figure out what’s wrong so he doesn’t waste your time talking out feelings he doesn’t understand, sometimes Seungbae can let things weigh a little too heavy on his shoulders. If you’re already upset, he won’t speak a word of himself, but thankfully, he has tells. Tells that you learned to know when he needs to talk. If you sit by him, kiss his head and tell him it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand his feelings or not and you’ll listen to him. When he’s overworked, tired or has to much on his plate, he usually cracks and opens up to you in moments like this

T = Time (how do they like spending time with you?)

He doesn’t care too much for what it is you’re doing, Seungbae is just happy to be with you. Happy you want him to be around and even happier when you take him shopping with you. Whether it be for clothes, art supplies, sewing supplies, woodworking supplies, books— anything for any of your hobbies, he’s more than happy to tag along. To push the cart, carry the heavy things for you. He also loves to stay in with you, even just watching you work on a puzzle or art of some kind, whether it be creative art or other kinds of art, he loves when you show him things and projects you’re working on

U = Unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

Seungbae sometimes finds working around the house to be relaxing. Cleaning, rearranging, doing something to keep his mind off of what’s been bothering him. However, sometimes it’s only a silent cry for you to help him. When you come home and find him rearranging the entire living room, you often try and get him to sit down and relax. To sit with you in the kitchen and talk to you while you start dinner and get things off his chest. Often times, something that helps him relax is simply being with you

V = Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

He keeps himself clean, shaved, taken care of— not because he’s obsessed with his looks, but because he wants to be perceived as a man who cares about his life and can take care of himself. He doesn’t like to look disheveled, and as attractive as he looks with facial hair, he typically shaves it to look his best for himself

W = Waking up (what are they like when they wake up next to you?)

Seungbae wakes up early, almost the same time every day without the need of an alarm clock. He’s almost always up and ready to go immediately, getting the coffee pot started before he showers and gets on his clothes. It’s his morning routine, however if he stays up too late, he wakes up sluggish and sometimes forgets things. He appreciates you so much when you turn on the coffee pot for him when he forgets and gets in the shower. He’ll kiss your cheek while you help him button his shirt or tie his necktie for him

X = X-ray (how does the relationship look from an outside perspective compared to how it really is?)

Your relationship seems astounding. You seem very much in love, you seem happy and content on both of your ends. There doesn’t seem to ever be harbored feelings or nasty fights. Truthfully, there isn’t. If the two of you fight, Seungbae sometimes stays home longer to work it out. If it lasts through the day, he’ll stay up to figure things out. If you’re being stubborn, he’ll do something he hates— go to bed mid-argument, but first thing the next morning he’ll hand you a cup of coffee and tell you that you’re going to work this out and fix things. Things really are almost always perfect between the two of you. And while you hit rough patches like everyone else does, there’s never a time you worried things wouldn’t be okay

Y = Yes (do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Frequently. He’s looked at rings before, he thinks sometimes about what may look best on you. Whether you’d like a thin ring, a simple ring, a bright ring, a big ring. He thinks about how cute you’ll look with one, how special it’ll be when you share his name and this life undoubtably with him, but he’s in no rush to start that phase of his life. He only wants you to be happy with him every step of the way

Z = Zzz (how do they sleep with you?)

Usually he doesn’t have much trouble sleeping, but if you do he’ll stay up as long as he can for you. He’d talk to you, slowly drift off and try and keep himself awake by talking to you. It’s endearing as he falls asleep mid-sentence. It’s easy to sleep with him, you feel so safe, he often helps you clear your mind of doubts and leaves you occasionally falling asleep even before him

#killing stalking #killing stalking x female reader #killing stalking x reader #killing stalking x reader fluff #killing stalking fluff #killing stalking yang seungbae #yang seungbae x female reader #yang seungbae x reader #yang seungbae x reader fluff #yang seungbae fluff #yang seungbae #yang seungbae imagines

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ferids-despair · 3 years

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Could you do yandere crowley if his s/o tries to escape? I love your page btw seraph of the end is so underrated and its hard to find good content for it 😭

❧ when you escape.

Pairings: Guren, Crowley, Shinya, Ferid

(Yandere, abusive relationship)

Notes: I have so many buried requests of Yandere stuff-

⤷ Guren

— Honestly, you should be scared. He doesn’t take escaping lightly and you might spend the next few weeks in his basement(sangwoo vibes). He would turn into this crazed monster when you manage to escape from him. Not even giving you a second chance to think about your actions.

— He’d track you down quickly and drag you all the way back to basement where he keeps you hidden from the world. “I’m just trying to protect you sweetheart, why are you running away from me?” Even though, he kidnapped you and made you “love” him.

⤷ Crowley

— Escaping isn’t taken lightly by this vampire. He remains calm and he would track you down in an hour. You’re lucky that you even escaped. He even goes so far as laughing when you slip from his grip. You aren’t faster than him so he knows he’ll catch you. He isn’t worried.

— Crowley locks you in a secluded room and visits you 3 times a day. You’ll be there for at least a week, Crowley doesn’t like locking you up but there’s a punishment for everything. He does make you promise to not run away again. You’ll never keep that promise, instead, you promised to yourself to escape.

⤷ Shinya

— Shinya smiles when he found you escaped, but that smile holds rage. Once he finds you, he shoots you in your leg. If you faint from all the blood loss, expect to wake up in your shared bedroom with Shinya. All patched up and unable to walk for weeks or months. “You needed me. See what happens when you leave.”

— Shinya only wants you to be dependent on him. Only him. Shinya locks you up for months on end, maybe a full year. He does not want you escaping again and every-time he gives you freedom - you take advantage. It’ll be hard to gain his trust again but once you do, make sure you have an escape plan.

⤷ Ferid

— He makes it a game, he lets you escape. It’s fun for him. He loves the adrenaline you get and that rapid beat of your heart because of him. “Little Lamb! I’m going to find youuuuu!” The punishments are harsh. Ferid slams you into anything once he finds you, and even makes you make it up to him/prove your love.

— He doesn’t lock you up, he chains you up. If you manage to escape, it’s the same process over. He sees no need to lock you up when he knows you can’t escape him. The punishment when he finds you is payed debt so he sees no need to lock you up for it. One day, you’ll learn your lesson.

#crowley eusford #ferid bathory #crowley #guren ichinose x reader #guren x reader #crowley eusford x reader #eusford crowley #ferid #guren #guren ichinose #Yandere #shinya hiragi x reader #shinya x reader #shinya hiragi #shinya #tw // yandere #tw // abusive relationships

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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Can you do a headcanon of dazai, chuuya (separate) with an writer s/o? You can ignore this if you don't want to.

❥ Dazai and Chuuya with a writer s/o

ᴀ/ɴ: hope you like this dear! 💘 it’s short I am sorry 🥺

I finally posted tho, even tho if it’s short I am glad I posted something ejsbsikaj

Dazai Osamu:

HEY HEY HEY

wait no wrong fandom

he loves your writing let me just lay that out there

He is good at ideas and suggestions

Genuine ideas and suggestions

Not

“YOU SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE A LOVE STORY ABOUT TWO LOVERS WHO COMMITTED DOUBLE SUICIDE TOGETHER BELLADONNA! :D”

Honey no

HYPE MAN

And again brags about your skills

Because he has been crowned little shit no. 1 on this blog <3

“Kunikida-kun, bet your cant even compare with my baby.”

Yeah more things to piss kunikida off with

“Dazai I am not a writer like your s/o”

Kunikida adores your writing btw but you didn’t hear that from me 💅🏻

He binge reads your writing in the ADA

neglects anything to read it <3

If he sometimes sees you staying up to write

Because wow mother motivation likes to visit at them unholy hours ✨

Then he will try to distract you

And slowly lure you into sleep

“Come on, my love. You’ve worked hard, it’s okay to rest.”

And will obviously succeed because his voice would be soft and caring and he lays out convincing reasons

And girl I don’t think you would also let an offer of a cuddle session pass by like that

Now let’s say for example someone flat out insults your work and not criticize

They are getting roasted until they are ashes

They will say hi to Sangwoo <3

“At least she has a brain that she can think with and let out these wonderful breathtaking ideas, unlike your sorry self that can’t even manage to hook someone by your words.”

Get them some ice babes

For some reason he is helpful when you have writers block (fack dat bish)

Keeps an eye for what you write so you don’t have to revise it and overwork yourself 🥺

Chuuya Nakahara:

Pretty boy

Fabulous

Very fabulous

So I believe he is someone who is somewhat interested in literature?

Cause like *points at his dog book* ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Anyways

Again this is the best hype man to ever exist

And brags too -3-

“You see this wonderful piece of work? It’s created by one and only beloved.”

He loves seeing you work your magic and write

He thinks you look divine while you concentrate 😩

Always waits fo you to sleep

Will scold you for staying up late the morning after

When he spends too long in a mission he takes one of your books and reads them

Always the first to read your story

Gives actually helpful opinions and ideas

Gets you snacks while you are working 🥺

If you feel frustrated about something related to your book like writer block (again fack dat bish)

He is there to hug it out with you and softly tell you his ideas so it can maybe inspire you

If someone insult your writing then they will suffer the wrath of gravity

Chuuya tried writing a poem for you once

It was really cute pls-

Binge reads your works

ALL OF THEM

He wants you to know that he is supportive of what you are doing

And that he will be there for you through it all <3

What a wonderful man 🤧

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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sortavibing · 4 years

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Since you asked for a request:

Hq boys (you can choose) and his s/o getting told, that they are a cute married couple, even though they are only dating

hi! thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy!

oikawa, atsumu, tendou, and sugawara being told they look like a cute married couple with their s/o

oikawa: you guys are at a mall, and he is helping you pick out clothes you can wear to match a new aesthetic that you want to try. he will never let go of your hand while you guys are walking, and he offers to carry all of your stuff, even though you are very capable of doing it i’m not sure if this is cute or annoying. he will constantly give you fashion advice, as he should did you see him at the shiratorizawa vs karasuno match. and if you get the chance to pry your hand away from him to sift through clothes racks, he will wrap his arms around your waist from behind and say something like

“what, are you too afraid to be attacked by my fangirls for holding my hand? don’t worry i’ll protect you.” cue you rolling your eyes

while this is going on, and old woman notices you guys and walks up to you and says;

“you and your husband are so cute! ah, oh to be young and in love like the two of you are.”

you almost say thank you, until you realize she said husband and you just can’t function before you can correct her and say that you aren’t married, oikawa jumps in and proudly says

“thank you miss, it’s true, i am a wonderful husband and i love her very much”

and he places a soft kiss on your lips you.exe.has.stopped.working as the woman walks away, you finally come back to your senses and slap him lightly on the back of the head

“why did you say we were married!”

“because i’m just predicting the future, baby”

he just smugly stands there as you struggle to find something to say back to that. he laughs and says that once you finish shopping he’ll treat you to lunch.

atsumu: you were at an art museum, joking about the modern art and the funny faces the renaissance paintings had, and overall being a little too loud to be okay in a museum. the whole time you guys were doing this, atsumu had an arm wrapped around your back and waist, and was slowly moving closer and closer to you, and after a while, he rested his head on the top of yours. this went on for like 10 more minutes, until a museum security guard walked up to you guys and tapped your shoulder. atsumu immediately turned around, jealousy burning on his face, until he saw it was someone who worked at the museum, he calmed down. the security guard spoke up;

“um miss, though you and your husband are very cute, could you please quiet a down a bit or we will have to ask you to leave.”

you were pretty surprised that the worker thought you were married, but you got over your shock and started to respond

“um- we aren’t-”

“ just a cute husband and wife, we are fucking hot” atsumu interrupted you with a smirk i swear you almost made osamu and only child when he said that “but we’ll be quiet as we can be”

the security guard nodded and walked back to his position. you looked up at atsumu and punched him in the stomach no mercy for sangwoo reject

“what was that for?” you whispered

“hey, i saw the chance and i took it, now, let’s keep on going, and after we leave here let’s go to somewhere more private, my darling wife”

tendou: you were on a date at a local park, and you were scaring the ducks and small children. and getting hyped up on a mixture of 5 hour energy and monster (you can literally see time with that shit i totally haven’t tried it). after that, you guys went onto the playground and just vibed on the swings and the playground equipment. while you were wallking to another part of the playground, tendou ran up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pick you up and carrying you to the top of the slides, where he dropped you (lightly-ish) and pushed you down. you grabbed his arm at the last minute and pulled him down with you, so you both tumbled down the slide and fell on each other. when you guys got up, you were met by a middle aged woman, who didnt look very happy.

“yes, i know you cute little newlyweds think it’s so funny to use property meant for children, but my kids are waiting to play and you are wasting their time.”

tendou started laughing really hard and then said;

“well, us newlyweds want to have fun too, so if your stinky little children don’t want to play with us, it’s their problem.”

the woman opened her mouth as if to say something, closed it and then dragged her kids away and stomped off. you turned to stare at him in shock.

“newlyweds?”

“yeah, that sounds right, anyways i “found” some pixie stixs! let’s add them to our drinks!”

“found...”

“i stole them.”

“from the mean mom’s kids?”

“yeah!”

“good job”

sugawara: its a quiet sunday, and you and suga are relaxing at a coffee shop, working on hw and just talking about life. numerous cups of coffee are placed carefully on your table as you guys forget that anyone else is even there, as you look into each others eyes and he rubs small circles onto your palm, which he is holding with his free hand. small jokes are cracked and you giggle softly, content to stay here forever, until you were interrupted by a barista, asking if you wanted something to eat. both of you ordered a small pastry and resumed your conversation, not wanting any more distractions. the barista stood there with adoring eyes for a few more seconds, before she decided to speak up.

“wow, i wish i could be as cute of a husband and wife as you guys are, you seem perfect for each other!”

you shyly smiled as a soft blushed formed on your face, and you were about to say that you weren’t married, when suga started talking

“actually, we aren’t married, but i hope one day i will be able to muster up the courage to ask her to be my wife.”

your face reddened even more as you struggled to remember how to speak when the waitress giggled and complimented your relationship once again, as she left to go get the pastries.

“did you really mean what you said about the proposing thing?” you asked

“you know with you i would never tell a lie”

he picked up the hand that he was holding and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles, before looking up and giving you a giant smile

“i love you”

“i love you too”

omg this man is so sweet i can’t even

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