#something I thought of while chilling with bae

[alanisstonedd]

shooters shoot

marine!rafe x black!reader → a date at the range has his 5% tint fogged up...

cw: nsfw 16+, established relationship, operation of a firearm, semi public sexual activities, consensual groping, p in v, ass play, cum play, cussing, car sexxxx

wc: 4,700 + proofread!! (yall this actually the longest shit i've ever written omg)

an: been marinating in this idea for whileee, here it is baddies!! yall can find an intro post to marine!rafe through my masterlist!! & plz all yall send me ur dirty thoughts about him asap. kisses!! xoxo

The brush of featherlight kisses on your shoulder wakes you up most mornings - this sunny wednesday morning no different. your boyfriend's arm, littered with intricate tattoos, peeking out from under the covers. his appearance, a stark contrast to the sweetness he showers you in. but nonetheless, having him snuggled up behind you every morning felt like having a personal safety blanket (weighted ofc) there to protect your beauty sleep.

"mornin bae.." he mumbled sleepily from the curve of your neck.

"goodmorning baby... are you thinking about breakfast yet?" you quip, eyes still closed, the morning sun melting you into drowsy bliss.

his tatted hand found your hip, caressing and gripping the plush skin there. "my breakfast is right here.." he whispers, smirk practically bursting out "hot and ready." the light nips of his teeth on your neck, while convincing, couldn't distract you from the nagging thought that one of you had somewhere to be this morning.

"boy, quit playinn" you giggle as his kisses become wet and hot, his ever wandering hand caressing your stomach. "don't you have somewhere to be rafe? i'm so serious" you smirk, turning around to face him, his morning fun making it increasingly harder for you to be the rational one here.

"when has that ever stopped me?" punctuated with a light kiss, right as your world turns with unnerving speed. you find yourself posted atop his tank of a body, both tatted hands now snaking their way under your tee. chilled fingertips brush your soft breasts as your head lulls back, your own fingertips resting on his warm chest.

"just a taste bae?" he pleads, with the most devilish grin you've seen from him since yesterday, large hands now urging you down toward his chest. "absolutely not." you chuckle against his peck with warm cheeks, knowing he's kinda fronting. he's never been a late man at all, always precisely on time or early. you knew he wouldn't jeopardize a obligation, even with his truly efficient abilities.

"fine, you're not off the hook though lil girl." one hand caressing the expanse of your back, the other taking gentle fistfuls of your ass. "that's fine, hold me to it - you still have to go though big daddy." you emphasize the nickname, his rumbling laughter shaking the both of you.

you lift your head up to him, his baby blues shining in the morning rays. he gazes at you with a boyish smile, his love shining through every part of his body. never afraid to revel in his true feelings for you. he actually prefers to openly adore you - it gives him this warm feeling in his body, almost like seeing you love him is lighting him on fire or something.

"im surprising you today, okay?" he blurts out, tracing your facial features like the work of art you are. "oh?" puzzled look on your face as you kiss whatever you can catch of his hand. "yup" he quips, popping the p. your world flipped once again as he plops you next to him, unfortunately leaving you lonely to shower.

"when thoughhhhh?" you whine from the bed, not ready to leave the only warm embrace you have left at the moment. "when i come back from base. and be ready for real, because i'm taking you straight there." he yells back, stripping and starting the water.

"tch," you suck your teeth, rolling your eyes "i can be on time too, sexy muh-fucker." turning your head towards the large windows of your condo, your eyes threatening to close again.

you peek one eye open before falling fully asleep, and snatch your phone off the nightstand. setting an alarm for an hour and a half from now, knowing he'll be done in about two-ish hours, you toss it somewhere into the sea of the california king and knock out.

you jolt directly up from the bed, as your alarm blares throughout the room, startling you awake. rubbing your eyes while fishing for your phone somewhere in the sheets, but somehow feeling 10x more rested than your first wake up - which truly felt like forever ago.

one glance at your phone, kicks you into lock-in mode. "FUCK", your alarm seems to have been going off for a good twenty minutes, and you have the lesser part of 15 to be "ready for real" before rafe gets back. you cannot - under any circumstance - let him catch you lacking because he'll never let that shit go.

you skip out of bed and directly into the shower, planning a casual but cute outfit as you wash and freshen up. you go minimal with hair and makeup, feeling a little scared because you honestly think the clock is speeding up just to spite you.

in his beautifully on-time fashion, you hear rafe busting through the front door as soon as your pants are up over your butt. "bae?" his strong voice cutting through the get-ready playlist you selfishly took two full minutes to put on. "hey boo, i'm ready" you breathe, rounding the corner to meet him. his smile when he sees you never disappoints, flashing all 32, subtle dimples popping just the way you love, immediately heating you up. you go in for a hug, breathing him in through his slightly damp shirt (even better), he's a sweat-er so you know its warm out.

"you ready pretty?" he kisses your head, grin still plastered on his gorgeous face, hands planted firmly on your booty. a light squeeze to your lower cheeks earns him your "sexy grin", a dramatic eye roll, and a love slap to the chest. you lead him out the front door and to the passenger side of his big ol truck, which he opens for you and lifts you into by the waist.

the car ride to his "surprise" is filled with mindless chatter, spotify, and planning your next meal which is always a serious topic of conversation for you two. but you quickly notice he's not taking a route you recognize, "okay... do i already know what this is or is it a real surprise?" you ask, eyebrow cocked. he lets a loud chuckle escape, hand gripping your thigh across the console, thumb rubbing ever so slightly.

"yes, its a real surprise bae. you've never been here before" your uncocked eyebrow raises to meet the other, "shiiiiittt," you think for a second, then quietly question "am i gonna have to think, learn or sweat for this? or all of the above??" you sigh, realizing he might have you're ass doing some outdoor shit, which would probably present some complications with the outfit.

he laughs so hard he has to grip your thigh for purchase, "bae. what if i told you yes?" he snickers some more. "id tell you to turn this muh-fuckin car around. TUH" you fold your arms pointedly, just to show him you're deadass. at this point rafe's face is flushed from how much hes laughing, "nah bae, you just get to be your crash-out self. and be all up on me..." he manages to squeeze out in between laughs. and now you're confused, because, although you love those two things individually, you have no idea how they could possibly be combined. "now how the hell you finna combine those..." you mutter, sparing him a glance. "you gotta wait and see bae." with a full belly chuckle once again, his paw of a hand moves to cup your pussy through your pants and rub lightly like its affectionate or something. you look at him, unamused, but he simply flashes you a killer smirk with a squeeze to the coochie.

so you wait patiently, intrigued and a little nervous at what he has planned. when you arrive at what seems to be some sort of warehouse, he finally removes his hand from your pussy with a mean smack, "aye boy!" you whip your head over to him with a sharp look, now on edge from all the groping he's been doing for the remainder of the ride. but he's already out the damn truck, stalking around the front to open your door and help you out, by the waist, straight to the ground. you wouldn't sweat one droplet if it was up to him - except when y'all fuckin of course.

upon entering the mysterious warehouse, you immediately clock this is a gun range date. considering rafe has been yapping nonstop about teaching you how to protect yourself, how to use a gun just in case, and his plans to take you to the range routinely, you're actually not surprised at all.

hes grinning at you as you wait in the front desk line, his arm around your waist, rubbing absentmindedly. "so?? how surprised are you bae?" earning him yet another suck of the teeth, "how surprised you think i am? this is all you talk about rafe" you play with his fingers on your hip, as you both move up in line. "i knowwww bae, are you excited tho?", he grins more, gently pulling your head back and kissing your lips, "actually? i think i am a little excited lowkey... i don't really know what to expect, but... you got me right?". you breathe out, moving up to the desk, and you swear you can see him vibrating with happiness in your peripheral. "duh, of course i got you bae" he says from behind you, landing a fervent smack to your booty as he moves up after you.

the man at the desk literally daps up rafe and they starting chatting, his arm anchored to your waist without so much as a flinch. the man immediately starts grabbing various items, seemingly without a thought, and you start to realize... you're kinda like a celebrity by association in the military world? you chuckle at the fact that hundreds of thousands of men and boys around the world literally admire, look up to, and actually talk about your boyfriend - like out loud and in the media too. not that you don't do all of those things practically everyday - but to you, he's really just... your baby, rafe.

"listen son, they not payin' yo ass enough out there. you doin' big things, and not just what you doin' for this country. I mean, you really a weapon, boy." rafe quirks half his smile up, giving the man a nod.

"thank you sir, i just do my best. but i appreciate that, i really do. its my honor." rafe picks up the basket of goods, with another nod to the man. "anytime son. you a hero, nothin' less. and this must be the missus - what she doin' with no ring son?? aye you better act right, you a lucky man." the man chuckles, clasping both hands over your one hand and gently shaking. "its a pleasure ma'am." you laugh politely at his jokes, leaning into rafe on instinct, "its very nice to meet you sir". he pushes himself away from the counter with a nod and a wave, shouting "y'all be safe in there." you and rafe wave back awkwardly, him pulling you along by the waist.

"alright, am i trippin', or was he too fuckin' chatty" rafe laughs, once yall are through the door to the shooting lanes. "yeah, that was a lot..." you giggle, following rafe to what you assume is yall's lane, hands interlocked. you're hit with pungent smell of hot rubber, metal, and smoke but you kinda get used to it by the time y'all settle in.

rafe is professionally trained in this stuff, so you just listen extra careful - proving harder than you thought with the thundering pop of gunshots going off every so often. yall make silly small talk while he sets you both up with protective glasses and ear protection, complete with a built in mic for conversation. attaching the target to the rail and sending it out, he moves you into the lane with his body directly behind you. you can already feel the heat from his furnace of a body and you can tell this is gonna be a problem.

"okay," he says, leaning into your ear, hands on the front of your hips, pressing you back even further into his front. "whats the first thing you do?" your head is juuuuuuuuust clear enough to be reminded every so often that you're handling a dangerous weapon, but hes towing the damn line. "rafe, if you gon' be pressure the whole time just tell me what to do. i know you know i can't think right now..." you sigh, hearing him snicker through the headset, "okayyy, damn."

he picks up the gun and places all of your fingers precisely where they need to be, slowly explaining why they're placed there and the use of every part. but your ass is not really listening at all, because his cologne literally has you in a fucking fog. that or the way he readjusts every so often and presses his hips flush up against yours whenever he changes topics. or the way his large, thick, art covered hands caress your fingers and guide guide them where he wants them, exactly when he wants. or the way you can feel his hot breath fanning over your neck and sometimes even a brush of his soft, full lips when he leans in to show you something specific.

by the time he raises your hands up to point at the target, you bout ready to leave. his deep voice is saying something about "easing on the trigger" so you very slowly start pulling, and before you know it, a loud bang sounds out, and theres a hole a few inches below the center of the target. that startles you from your fog a little bit, because you're still gagged that you just shot a gun, and hit the target at all. but he moved the gun to the table again, so hes back to feeling on your hips, one hand traveling down to cup you and the other snaking up to your nipple poking through your shirt. "im so proud of you bae." he breathes, smirk deeeeep in his voice, with a kiss to the back of your neck.

you can very clearly feel how rock-fucking-hard he is and you think... its a little insane that he's so turned on by this. you realize the wetness in your panties is starting becoming an issue so you slap his hands away before he can make his way underneath any clothes, "rafe," you grit through your teeth, "quit. right now. we are soo close to other people. i'm taking two more shots and then we're out, okay". his hands have stopped wandering, his arms now wrapped around your waist. you can feel his smirk against the back of your neck, and he kisses there lightly, picking up the gun, "yes ma'am".

you bit your tongue through those last couple shots, thighs rubbing together, eventually becoming a little restless in the absence of his groping.

you literally wanted to pull his dick out - you couldn't take it. immediately after your last shot, you snatched his keys and ran out of the place, head down, too ashamed too ashamed to look anyone in the face let alone the chatty man.

you could finally breathe in the quiet safety of his truck, the 5% tint on all windows giving you the privacy you needed. you're still hot as fuck though. the thought of shedding some layers crosses your mind, but you brush it off, thinking rafe would probably open the door any second. but as more and more time passes, baking in the heat combined with flashbacks from the range, you start to get uncomfortably hot. you could rip his clothes off in this state, and a part of you wishes you could get back at him somehow.... but before you can make up your mind the sound of the drivers side door opening startles you, your head whipping towards him.

he looks like a fucking wet dream, sweating from the heat, blue eyes sparkling, sun shining down on him making his tan, tatted skin glisten... muscles bulging, and bulge straining... just how you like it. his shirt hiked up revealing a happy trail peekaboo is just the cherry on top. you can't stand it. "rafe. did they hold you hostage? the fuck took you so long?" you blurt, sounding a little frazzled. he climbs into the truck, starting it "yes, actually. chatty unc did hold me hostage. chill bae, the fuck happened in here..." he chuckles, side eying you and wrapping his whole hand around your thigh.

you freeze - his hand on your leg feels like a hot iron, even though the air conditioning has been blasting for at least a two minutes. you're jolted back to his antics in there, feeling the imprint of his throbbing dick against your ass, his hands everywhere you needed them all at once, his lips on your neck leaving a sickly trail of heat in their wake.

"oh HELL nah-" your hands fly to your shirt, as you struggle to strip your clothes against the wet friction of your skin, "its too fuckin hot bruh- i don't know what the fuck-" you almost rip your pants in two trying to get them down your legs "yo ass think-" more struggling, you're audibly out of breath at this point "this. shit. is." you lull your head back against the seat once you're only clad in your skims lace bralette and panty.

"you okay baby?" you catch his eyes locked on you, signature smirk struggling to be hidden. "what you think rafe?" you say, slowly turning to him. now that you're comfortable, your head seems perfectly cleared... of everything but fucking him stupid.

"i think.. we need to get you home crazy" he lets out a cackle, gripping the gearshift, ready to get on the road. "oh! you thought that was cute or something?" you laugh, hand gripped around his, stopping his movement. "that little stunt you pulled back there?" he's unusually quiet, but still smirking, so you can tell he knows what you want - in all honesty he can smell it. you just fell right into his trap. all day, he's been replaying the promise you made him this morning before he left.

"fine, you're not off the hook tho lil girl." one hand caressing the expanse of your back, the other taking gentle fistfuls of your ass. "thats fine, hold me to it - you still need to go tho big daddy."

he was going to make sure you kept that promise whether you knew it or not. he definitely enjoyed watching you squirm in front of him the whole time, his dick certainly leaking all over his boxers by now. he would've pulled his dick out right there in the lane if you'd wanted him to, but it looks like you enjoy him teasing you to the point of no return.

"you gon give me sum' for all that torture rafe." you whisper, eyes locked on his lips, hand on his moving to his straining cock. you grip it, eyes flashing up to his, which are already locked on yours. he slowly puts the truck back in park, "get in the back." its quick but you can hear the same strain in his voice.

"no. you-"

"get. in the back." his eyes close, hand still locked on the gearshift, so you decide you should get to climbing. by the time you're settled in the seat behind yours he's opening the backseat door and dragging you by your ankles to lay flat. he climbs in over you, slamming the door behind him. immediately he's on you, your lips dancing together, the fervency bringing back that excruciating heat you felt earlier. the backseat of his truck is actually pretty big, but due to his large stature, its tight quarters right now. you can feel every hard ridge of him pressed against you, his lips searing a wet trail right up your neck to the underside of your jaw. and the smell of his truck's leather mixed with his cologne drags you into the fog all over again.

the contrast of you being basically naked and him being completely clothed doesn't feel right at all. so as he pulls his shirt off, your hands find the corded muscles of his back, traveling down to slip under the lip of his pants. "ohh-, you- got some fuckin nerve rafe- " you manage breathlessly between kisses, as he rubs on your pussy through the thin material. he moves swiftly towards your tits sitting plump and pretty in the equally thin material. his eyes are locked on yours as he sucks on a nipple through the bralette, "nah" he moves to the other nipple, sucking harder, his lashes falling against his face blissfully. "i just know you bae" he punctuates with a firm nip on your bud and you feel a gush of slick wet your panties.

with locked eyes, he smirks, moving your panties to the side and slipping a finger in, thumbing your clit with a skillfull touch. your lips mingle with each others, rafe's groans echoing throughout the tight space as you work his zipper down and pull him out. slow strokes have his eyes closed and his teeth pulling down your bra for a better taste of your breasts.

he glances down to see your cunt creaming on his fingers, the soft moans spilling from your lips sound like he's being ushered into heaven, "shit... she been calling to me alllll," with a few flicks of his thumb against your clit, you're shouting, "fuckin' day". smiling like he's never been happier, he floats back to your mouth, tongue snaking in with yours, teeth nipping your lips. "fuck me rafe" you breathe, still stroking him, his dick now lathered in his own precum, tip gliding slowly against your slit. he pushes the tip in carefully, and you can't help but throw your head back, finally feeling the slightest bit of relief. "say please, baby.", he snickers, laving a scorching stripe up your neck, practically making out with it. "RAFE SHUT YO A-" before you can pop him for playing with you he pushes in to the hilt, "ohhh shh- it" you grit out, your body seizing for a second.

he starts with short, strong, pumps. grinding against you with the full strength of his hips. you can see the reflection of his back muscles rippling and his juicy butt clenching in the window. you pull him into you to lick the sweat off his neck, triggering a deep groan you feel on your tongue, "fuuuck, i love you baby." he's pulling back more to push into you a little rougher, the force of his thrust creating an uncomfortable friction between the seat and your skin. but his soft lips suckling your breast and his thumb now glued to your clit, erase any and all uncomfort whatsoever. you moan out, like sex in his ears "UUHH- ohhhhh, i love you bae- uhhh right thereee-" thats all you can manage, with your hand on his head, keeping his mouth pressed to your tits.

he glances up at you... a lush vision, like something out of his very own dreams - literally. he sits up, ready to give you everything you didn't even know you needed. he has one hand caging your waist in, and another on your hip as he lets out a breathy groan, watching with intent as your pretty pussy creams a pearlescent ring around the base of him, mixing with his pubes. he can feel your juices dripping down his balls as he moves the hand by your waist, up to the door behind you head.

the truck has to be rocking, with how serious rafe is at the moment. your eyes just about roll back as he starts jackhammering into you, his thick mushroom tip hitting your spot perfectly. his hips working, thrusting forcefully and grinding against you, all in one fluid movement. the feel of his coarse pubes on your clit, his chain swinging to and fro over your face, his deep grunts ringing in your ears - just when you though that was to much, his thrusts get even rougher, plunging into you so harsh, the with of him stretching you so dreamily. "oh shit- yeahh.." he breathes out, leaning down to lick the sparkling perspiration off your skin, his tongue traveling from sucking hickeys on your neck down to your breast yet again, blue eyes fluttering shut.

"rafe- fuuuckkk- im gonna-" he snaps up, immediately getting a second wind hearing your exclamation, thumb working quick circles on your clit. "yeah?" he exhales, "thats fuck?" he says taunting you while angling his hips to hit it right where you need it. he stuffs his hoodie under your butt to get a better position, and the pressure from this angle takes over your body, his hands caressing you, working your clit, it all sends you over the edge. through the buzzing of your senses you hear the splat splat of your pussy - "FUCK- bae i'm cuming-" and his warm seed flooding you. he slows but doesn't falter, his hips still hitting you like a tank. the only sounds in the truck being the squelch of your combined cum and the sultry flow of your combined moans.

"rafe-" he sits down on the seat and swoops you up off of it, moving you to rest your back against the center console in front of him, your dripping cunt resting in his lap. he lightly kisses your inner thigh, sending you a sexy wink, that forces a light chuckle out of you, and he dives in without another word. his tongue slurping you up like the best treat he's ever had, calculated circles going on your now overstimulated clit. your hand travels to his buzzed head as he sucks each lip into his mouth, slowly moving to suckle around you're clit. his face is shining with the both of your cum smeared all over it, and you don't think he ever get finer.

you can't hold your tongue any longer when his own travels down to your hole, licking you inside and out. fucking you with the scorching muscle, slurping up the mix of you both thats dripping out of you like honey. "mmmmm- shi-" he groans, the taste of his cum mixing with yours makes him lightheaded. you feel him start to suck on your throbbing clit once again, showering her in passionate kisses and the most earth-shattering ministrations, fingers still pumping in and out of you below. you stretch your arms back over your head, as he somehow sticks another finger in your ass. you start to ride his face, your hips fully in his hands, as he manages to pump that finger - you're so close you can taste it.

your vision spots as he suckles extra hard on your aching bud, his wanton groaning vibrating through your pussy. your body locks up and rafe's mouth stays glued to your pussy, releasing it with a pop!, then going back in and making sure he doesn't miss a drop of your sweet juice. the whole truck smells like sex and sweat as you catch your breath, reveling in the tenderness of his touch, him lips peppering sweet kisses over your thighs and stomach, while cleaning you both up with a towel he keeps in the back.

he dresses you, then dresses himself, while you both share sweet pecks every now and again, basking in the after glow. "i guess you were gonna have to sweat no matter where i took you, huh." he smirks, letting his hands wander over your hips and ass, as you chill in his lap.

"boy shut up, this was your little plan all along, i know you too...." you laugh, eyes rolling sassily. "damn right it was" he shoots you a devilish look before locking your lips, tongues entangled so deeply you almost take each others clothes off again. he hops out the truck with a pop to your booty, as you climb back up to the passenger seat feeling delightfully sated.

"bae, can we get chipotle before we go home?" he calls from outside the truck before climbing in, your stomach rumbling before he even said it. you turn to him with a blissful look, placing your hand on his cheek, "damn, you know my heart... drive". he kisses your hand as he pulls out of the parking lot. "i wonder if that chatty guy saw me run out the door like a lunatic..." you think out loud, car playlist bumping in the background. you play with his fingers that were just inside you churning up your cum and his, and smile deviously. rafe chuckles "HA! i wonder if he knew what we were doin' parked outside for so long..."

"grandbabies fa' sho' on the way..." the chatty man says, watching rafe's black truck finally drive away.

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[satocidal]

Where Suguru Geto is a Man who has lived around all women<3

tw: i am not trying to thrust any stereotypes here 😭 just thought these are cute lil thoughts

Geto Suguru, who has mastered the art of being one of your "Girlie-Pops" - it is his every-day routine now, and Suguru Geto makes sure to live through all different personas of being your “girlie-pop”, huge believer of go big or go home.

There is the usual Gossip-Girly, every night Suguru plops beside you, acting as your personal pillow while you go on one of your typical tangents - and he knows all his cues. At every bated pause he’ll gasp and at every undulated twist he’ll throw in a - “oh no, she didn’t” or a little, “that bitch”. The gossip girl never disappoints, nor forgets - you can pick up any story from anywhere and he’ll just flow along, often even adding his own comments and/or facts from his research.

The second most-spotted is the The Mom, a key feature to the days when you skip breakfasts (that he meticulously made) or come home hours later than expected. The Mom never lets any detail skip, throwing in little jabs while taking care of you at the same time - he makes sure you’re rested and living in full guilt for making him worry for you. Dramatic muttering under his breath, such as while he works in the kitchen are NOT off the table.

There is always space in Suguru’s week to pull-off a little "The Fangirl" for your sake. These could range from simple pick-me-up moments to just a midnight-spur-off-the-moment thing. Suguru will sing through each one of your favourite songs along with you (and get most lyrics wrong, sometimes purposefully to tease you) - at the top of his lungs. He will stay up with you till however long if your favourite band was announcing something new, or to get tickets, or just to watch a marathon of youtube videos about whatsoever pleased you.

Although Suguru may seem like a totally chill guy on surface, somehow he stresses almost as much as you during your exams, with you - giving rise to The Nerd. The first time he pulled out his glasses and messy bun, and pulled out the look better than you, you were offended. But, he does try his best. Flashcards? He’ll even decorate them all pretty, questionnaires? He’ll come up with games to help you get  eased with them, he will wake you up at whatever ungodly time you beg him to, and sit with you through revisions, with all his drowsy might. And best of all, he will confuse you if you try and get help from him with a subject regarding science because poor baby struggles with basic addition </3 (he does call Satoru for the help though)

However right after your exams are over, Biker Bae takes over and he gets wild (The Mom inside him does not approve), but he will take you on long drives on his bike - he will get you drunk because he finds your babbling adorable and he believes you need all the escape from stress you can get, this Suguru does not care. He will break rules, he will urge you to do the same.

Sometimes, a wild Sassy Susan is also spotted in the wild, especially during fights. This Suguru will make you shut up, even if just for a moment, and is all about eye-rolls and sly little comebacks that you notice all too late. Do not assume for a second that you are safe, he will call out all your bull-shit and also flick his hair, will do all the storming away and point all his fingers at you.

And this finally gives rise to the Boyfriend Suguru , who then begs after you and apologises for hours and promises to bury Susan somewhere deep (it will happen again). Suguru now has to perform all the previous tasks all together but he enjoys all of it so it is a win-win, isn’t it?

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[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 QUEEN OF DISASTER kang haerin x reader

↳ warnings yn is a nmixx member , haerin is insanely infatuated with yn, swearing, fluff, crazy dorm activities

haerin didn’t have many idol friends outside of her own group. she kept to herself most of the time, and honestly, she was fine with that. there was comfort in her peace she didn’t need it to be disrupted.

that was, until kyujin bounced into her life. the girl was a burst of energy, determined to befriend every 2006 liner in the industry, including haerin.

and, as much as haerin hated to admit it, kyujin was hard to resist. her infectious laughter, relentless enthusiasm, and her skill of making haerin feel comfortable chipped away at her guarded walls.

but that didn’t stop haerin from being a bit hesitant when the girl invited her to her dorms.

“I don’t know…” haerin murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor as kyujin groaned in protest. the idea of visiting another group’s dorm felt… odd. it wouldn’t just be kyujin it would be her and six other members, people haerin barely knew.

“come on!” kyujin whined, leaning dramatically against haerin’s arm. “my members are so welcoming. they’re really peaceful,” she added, the blatant lie making haerin raise an eyebrow.

“peaceful?” haerin shot her a knowing look, one that said, you can’t be serious.

“okay okay,” kyujin looked down reluctantly, “okay, fine. maybe not all of them,” she confessed, “but at least yoona unnie is. she’s super chill! you’ll feel comfortable with her, i promise.”

haerin nodded slightly, her mind flicking to sullyoon, who seemed just as quiet and reserved as she was probably the one member she might actually connect with. but something felt off. one name was conspicuously missing from kyujin’s reassurances..

yn.

everyone knew yn.

she was the industry’s darling, a sweetheart with doe eyes and a smile that could light up a room. her voice was soft, soothing even, the kind of voice that made fans melt and left the whole country captivated. she was gentle, exactly the type of person who would put haerin at ease.

she was peaceful with the softest voice to exist, just watching videos of her talking could put people at peace.

so why didn’t kyujin mention her?

haerin let out sigh, looking away from her friends puppy dog eyes, “fine…”

kyujin’s shriek of excitement nearly made her regret it. haerin scrunched her nose playfully, rolling her eyes as kyujin threw her arms around her in a tight hug, already chattering excitedly about the visit. but haerin’s thoughts were elsewhere.

she stayed quiet while kyujin rambled about how excited she was, her mind wandering to the girls beloved member.

she doesn’t know why, kyujin not bringing yn up occupied her mind so much.

I guess you can say the beloved member of nmixx intrigued her.

“get the hell off of me!”

haerin stood wide eyed next to kyujin, frozen in place in front of the now-closed door to her friend’s dorm

she watched in disbelief as yn shoved bae off the couch, sending the girl tumbling onto the floor.

“now now, yn that’s not even nice.” the older girl groaned from the ground, flashing the pretty girl a teasing look.

“fuck off.”

the funny thing was, this wasn’t even the most chaotic thing happening in kyujin’s “lovely” home.

haewon was belting out a very loud tune in the kitchen while yoona tried her best to help clean up the mess. lily and jiwoo were in the living room, locked in a fierce round of just dance, screaming at each other to “dance harder!”

and yet, despite the madness swirling around her, haerin’s eyes couldn’t leave the industry’s so called sweetheart, who seemed to have quite the temper on her.

“you know you love me,” bae teased, trying to get up from the ground, only to be pushed right back down by yn.

“no, i hate you,” yn snapped, glaring down at her, though her wide, doe like eyes made her look more like a pouting kitten than anything intimidating.

kyujin glanced nervously at haerin, who stared at the chaos before her. “it’s not always like this,” she lied, trying to save face.

haerin shot her a look that screamed, yeah, right.

“i know…” kyujin sighed. “i told them to be on their best behavior. sorry.”

but haerin barely acknowledged her friend’s apology, too transfixed by yn’s little tantrum. the girl had settled back on the couch now, a perfect smile on her face, while bae remained sprawled on the floor, knowing that any attempt to stand would likely result in another push

“so it’s all for show?” haerin whispered, her eyes still glued to yn..

“huh?” kyujin furrowed her brow.

haerin tilted her head toward yn, and kyujin burst into laughter. “no! yn unnie is a complete sweetheart. what you see is what you get, she’s just… well, a bit short-tempered.”

as if yn could sense they were talking about her, she glanced up, her wide eyes locking onto haerin and kyujin. suddenly, her expression softened, and she shot up from the couch.

“oh my, kyujin, why didn’t you say you were back!” yn exclaimed, crossing the room in quick strides. 

“that’s no way to welcome guests!” she turned her attention to haerin, who immediately felt her cheeks grow warm as yn got closer. “how are you? was the drive okay?” yn’s voice was gentle, her words pouring over haerin like a warm breeze. “it’s a bit loud in here, i know, but it gets better, i promise.”

“uh…” haerin tried to respond, but yn cut her off with a quick pat on the head.

“i’ll go tell haewon unnie you’re here. make yourself comfortable, haerin,” yn said, shooting her a playful wink before disappearing into the kitchen.

haerin’s face was burning now, completely caught off guard by yn’s sudden warmth.while kyujin looked at her, “told you, she’s a complete sweetheart, an angry one but sweet nevertheless.”

“uh huh…” haerin barely managed to nod, still completely dazed by yn’s charm.

she had never felt this way before, but one thing was clear she was definitely coming to the nmixx dorms a lot more often.

haerin wasn’t sure how it happened, but visiting the nmixx dorm had quickly become part of her routine.

at first, it was all about hanging out with kyujin and adjusting to the group’s chaos. but somewhere along the way, her visits shifted focus.

instead of looking forward to catching up with kyujin, she found herself eagerly waiting for the moments when yn would be there quietly watching her from across the room, her eyes following every movement, every smile.

soon enough, her casual drop ins had turned into regular visits. she no longer needed kyujin’s invite. the group had welcomed her, and though kyujin was oblivious, haerin was only showing up for one person.

yn.

there was something about yn her soft demeanor on the surface, contrasted with her fiery personality just beneath. one second she was all sunshine and sweet smiles, and the next, she’d be fiercely ranting about whatever bothered her that day.

haerin found it captivating, the duality of her, the rawness that not many got to see. and somehow, haerin had gotten used to those passionate rants, sitting on the edge of yn’s bed as the girl vented her frustrations about anything and everything.

today was no different.

“i mean, can you believe it?” yn practically shouted, pacing back and forth in her room. her hands were animated, cutting through the air as she spoke. “i’m out here trying my best, and they have the audacity to say that about me?”

haerin sat on yn’s bed, quietly watching her. there was a small smile playing at the corner of her lips, she found yn’s fiery passion endearing.

yn's temper was always sparked by the smallest of things, someone’s comment online, a misunderstanding, or the fact that she lost in a game to lily the night before. today, it seemed like it was something she had read online, and yn was spiraling into one of her long, impassioned rants.

“they don’t know a damn thing! who do they think they are? it’s just—ugh! so annoying.” yn threw her hands up in frustration, pacing closer to haerin, her voice laced with indignation.

“and the worst part?” yn paused, finally looking at haerin, her face flushed with emotion. “i shouldn’t even care! but i do, haerin, i do.”

yn let out a frustrated sigh, dropping onto the bed next to her. their shoulders brushed, and yn turned to face her, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and vulnerability. haerin couldn’t help but be drawn in by that intensity, her heart picking up speed as yn ranted on.

before she could stop herself, haerin reached out, her hand gently resting on yn’s arm. “it’s okay,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “you care because you’re passionate about what you do.”

yn looked at her, the fire in her eyes slowly dimming, replaced with something softer something that made haerin’s breath catch. for a moment, the room fell silent, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them.

then, before she could second-guess it, haerin closed the gap between them, pressing her lips softly against yn’s. it was tentative at first, a quiet exploration, but when yn didn’t pull away—when she kissed back just as eagerly, the kiss deepened. haerin’s hand slid up to cup yn’s cheek, her heart racing as yn responded with equal fervor, her fingers threading through haerin’s hair.

the moment was electric, full of everything haerin had been holding back for weeks. the fiery passion yn poured into her rants was now flowing through their kiss, both of them caught up in the intensity of the moment.

but just as quickly as it had started, the door to yn’s room swung open with a loud creak, and a voice rang out.

“unnie, have you seen—” kyujin’s words died in her throat as her eyes fell on the scene in front of her. her mouth dropped open in shock.

haerin and yn instantly pulled apart, wide-eyed and breathless, as kyujin stood frozen in the doorway, her face a mixture of confusion and surprise. the room was dead silent, save for the sound of kyujin’s sharp inhale.

“oh my god!” kyujin finally screamed, her voice echoing through the dorm. her hands flew up to cover her mouth, her eyes still as wide as saucers. “what is happening?!”

without waiting for a response, kyujin let out another yelp and slammed the door shut with a loud bang, leaving haerin and yn alone once again, their hearts pounding in their chests.

for a few moments, neither of them moved, the tension hanging thick in the air. then yn burst into laughter, her giggles light and infectious, her face still flushed from their kiss.

“well, that’s one way to get caught,” yn said between fits of laughter, her eyes sparkling as she turned to face haerin again. “she’s never gonna let you live this down.”

haerin, still slightly dazed, let out a small, embarrassed laugh, her cheeks burning. “yeah… i wasn’t expecting that.”

yn smiled at her, the warmth returning to her expression. “i wasn’t expecting this,” she said softly, her voice taking on a gentler tone. she leaned in, brushing a stray piece of hair away from haerin’s face. “but i’m glad it happened.”

haerin felt her heart flutter at yn’s words, her breath catching in her throat. she hadn’t realized just how badly she had wanted this how much she had wanted yn.

“so,” yn whispered, her lips ghosting over haerin’s once more, “are you gonna come over just to see me from now on?”

haerin grinned, her lips curving up into a smile as she leaned in closer. “ and kyujin, but mainly you.”

before the girls lips could touch once again kyujin’s muffled voice was heard from behind the door, “I’m coming in again! and I better not see any kissing!”

[lost-in-thoughts03]

OR NAH || FRONTMAN

" Do you like the way I flick my tongue, or nah?"

Summary: The rebellion in the middle of the game causes your entire team to fail. Gi-hun's team is crumbling, and his best friend Jun-bae has died at the hands of the cruel Frontman. You brought in the Frontman's longue to claim you because when you signed the waiver, he already owned you.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, DARK, heavy smut, explicit content, coercion, choking, power imbalance, manipulation, threats, violence, major character death, betrayal, stockholm syndrome, matured language, mentioned of VIPs, obsession, possessive, ownership, older man x younger woman (legal), yandere behavior, soft-dom! In-ho, submissive! Reader, praising, worshipping, oral (F receiving), hard and rough sex, PiV, unprotected, overstimulation, riding, markings, blindfold, and bondage. Words: 9.4k

It all happened too fast.

Gunfire.

Shouts.

The wet slap of bodies hitting the ground.

Jun-bae fell before your eyes—his chest blooming red, his eyes wide with betrayal and shock. The shot rang through your bones, but it wasn’t the sound that haunted you—it was the silence that followed.

Gi-hun screamed. Tried to lunge. But your hand caught his arm—not to protect yourself, but to keep him alive.

Across from you, the Frontman lowered his pistol slowly, unbothered. Pink-suited guards surrounded you, rifles raised and locked. One twitch of resistance and you’d both follow Jun-bae into the dirt.

You didn’t move.

You didn’t speak.

You didn’t even blink.

You held Gi-hun back with one arm—shaking, blood-soaked—while he broke apart beside you, sobbing quietly, the weight of his best friend's death crashing down.

Then—a sudden impact. Something hard slammed into your skull. The world split into white light and crushing blackness.

You fell.

...

When you woke, it wasn’t too painful—not yet.

It was warmth.

Disorienting and wrong.

A blindfold clung tightly over your eyes, and your body screamed in restraint. Rope bit into your wrists, your ankles bound to the legs of a chair carved from fine wood.

You weren’t in a prison.

You were in a sanctuary designed by a monster.

The scent of polished mahogany and expensive cologne filled your lungs. Somewhere nearby, a music box played a soft, eerie lullaby—distorted slightly, like a broken childhood memory.

You jerked your arms—but the rope only cut deeper. Your skin stung. You tasted blood.

Then—footsteps.

Measured.

Calm.

Closer.

You held your breath.

A gloved hand gently gripped your chin, lifting your face. The blindfold slipped away. Your eyes adjusted to light—golden and low—and in front of you stood him.

The Frontman.

His black mask gleamed under the chandelier’s light. He tilted his head ever so slightly, observing you like a man inspecting a painting.

Then, his voice—deep, smooth, chilling.

“ Welcome back, Player 321.”

Your name no longer mattered to him. Just your number. The one you wore when you first stepped into this hell. You stared back, eyes blazing. He saw your hatred—and it pleased him.

“ You were quite the surprise.” He said, his voice silk over steel.

“ So brave. So confident. I watched you stand beside Gi-hun. Watched you whisper, plot, rally the others.”

He circled the chair slowly, each step echoing in the marble-floored chamber.

“ I must admit.” He continued.

“ You fascinated me. From the moment you joined the game, I knew you were different. You weren’t just playing for money. You were playing to win something else.”

You didn’t respond. Your throat burned. Your wrists ached. Your rage churned. He stopped behind you, voice dropping to a whisper beside your ear.

“ You thought you could take me down, didn’t you?”

You flinched at the closeness.

“ Joining Gi-hun's rebellion…risking everything…” He chuckled, low and amused.

“ You really thought it would end any other way?”

He walked back in front of you, bending to meet your eyes again.

“ But here's what you didn't realize, darling—the moment you stepped into my world, you sold yourself to me.”

You froze.

“ What—”

“ You think this game was about consent?” He said, gently stroking your jaw with the back of his gloved fingers.

“ No. This was a transaction. And I’ve claimed you now.”

Your body trembled, not in fear—but fury.

“ You don’t own me.” You growled through your teeth.

He smiled beneath the mask. You could feel it in his stillness.

“ You’ve been mine since the first round, Player 321.”

He leaned in closer, his voice like poison honey.

“ Every decision you made…every alliance, every risk…I watched. I memorized. I admired.”

He brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, the motion mockingly gentle.

“ And now…” He said.

“ You’re right where I want you.”

You glared up at him, barely holding back the scream in your chest. Your fingers curled into fists behind your back, cutting deeper into the rope.

And yet—he just tilted your face again, looking into your eyes like he was trying to find the cracks forming.

“ I wonder how long until you break.”

You didn’t answer. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. But you swore one thing in that moment, staring into the cold void of his mask:

You would survive.

You would get out.

And you’d make him regret ever calling you “darling.”

...

You lost count of how long you’d been left alone.

No light changed outside the windows. No time moved in this gilded cage. It was timeless—a purgatory built from blood money and silence.

Your body ached, tied too long to the chair. Your wrists throbbed, the ropes biting deeper every time you shifted. But it wasn’t the pain that was hardest.

It was the memory.

Jun-bae.

The echo of the gunshot still ricocheted in your skull. His last breath. The way he looked at you and Gi-hun like he still believed the plan would work.

And then the world ripped him away.

You bowed your head, eyes fixed on the polished floor.

You didn’t want to cry.

You didn’t want to scream.

But both urges warred in your chest like poison.

Then—the door opened again.

Footsteps. The same slow cadence. The soft thud of leather gloves, the deliberate scrape of boots on marble.

You didn’t look up.

You couldn’t.

Not when the rage and grief were cracking you from the inside. He stopped in front of you again.

Silent.

Watching.

Then his voice, low and casual—like a predator drawing out the kill.

“ Still pretending you’re not to blame?”

You flinched.

“ Still convincing yourself Player 390 didn’t die because you convinced him to rebel?”

Your jaw tensed.

He moved around you like a vulture circling roadkill. His words sharpened now—deliberate, surgical.

“ You said you wanted to change things. That you’d fight the system. But all you did was get people killed.”

You swallowed back the scream rising in your throat.

He crouched again, gloved hand reaching forward, lifting your chin so you were forced to look at him. The mask stared back—cold, glossy black—but somehow, behind it, you felt the sick delight.

“ I love this part.” He murmured.

“ When the fire starts to die in your eyes. When you realize no one’s coming to save you.”

You glared at him, defiant even through the burn of your unshed tears.

“ Is that what this is?” You said through gritted teeth.

“ You watching people die just to get rid of their suffering?”

His hand caressed your cheek, mockingly soft.

“ It’s not the death.” He whispered.

“ It’s the breaking that I enjoy. And you, darling…” He chuckled darkly.

“ You’re exquisite when you crack.”

He leaned closer, voice like velvet soaked in poison.

“ I could’ve killed you. But I didn’t. I kept you. You should thank me.”

You pulled your face away, breathing ragged. Every word he said was a dagger—and yet still you held your ground.

“ I swear.” You hissed. “ When I get out of this, I’ll put a bullet in your skull. I won’t hesitate.”

He was still for a moment.

Then he laughed.

Not a loud, manic laugh—but low. Controlled. Like he’d been waiting for you to say that.

“ That’s adorable.” He said.

“ You think your hatred makes you strong. But no matter how many threats you make, no matter how you resist…”

His hand slid from your cheek to your throat.

“ You’ll still belong to me.”

You barely had time to gasp before his grip tightened.

Choking.

His fingers constricted, unrelenting. You gasped for air, your body thrashing in the chair, legs shaking, arms tugging hard at the rope until you felt skin tear.

He didn’t flinch.

“ What will you do now, 321?” He murmured.

“ What rebellion will save you now?”

You tried to speak—anything, something—but only choked breaths escaped. He leaned in close again, so close you could feel the heat of his breath through the mask.

“ You can promise revenge all you want. But your rage? Your fire?” He chuckled.

“ It’s mine now. I’ll drain it. Piece by piece. Until there’s nothing left but obedience.”

Then suddenly, he released your throat.

You collapsed forward, coughing, gasping, your head swimming in the return of oxygen. He stepped back again, admiring the wreck he thought he was creating. But through the burn in your lungs, you lifted your head.

And even though your voice was raw and torn, you rasped:

“ You can break my body…”

“ But you’ll never own me."

He stared at you in silence.

Then slowly, he tilted his head.

“ We’ll see.”

And with that, he turned and left, the door closing with a final, echoing click.

...

The silence in the chamber had become your only ally.

For hours—or maybe days—you kept your eyes low, your body still, appearing broken.

But your mind was calculating.

Observing.

Every time the guards brought food, every time the Frontman left and returned, you studied the patterns. You memorized how long the hallway outside echoed after a door shut. You mapped the shadows on the walls when the lights dimmed.

Every second was a rehearsal for escape.

So when you faked a fall, tugging hard enough to partially loosen the knot at your ankle, it wasn’t desperation.

It was a strategy.

You moved slowly, inch by inch, careful not to trigger the guards. Careful not to alert the hidden cameras you’d noticed nestled into the corners of the ceiling.

Then—

Click.

The door opened.

Too soon.

Too quietly.

He stepped inside, dark and composed as always. And without hesitation, his voice cut through your silence:

“ I admire the effort, 321. But you’ll need to do better than that.”

Your heart plummeted.

He’d known.

All along.

He walked over, slow and smug, arms behind his back like a professor grading a failed student.

“ You almost fooled the guards.” He said, stopping before you.

“ But you forgot something…”

He leaned down, mask inches from your face.

“…I know exactly how you think.”

You clenched your fists, wrists raw and bruised from the rope. “ Then you already know what I’m going to ask next.”

A pause.

The tension thickened.

“ What the hell do you really want from me?”

He tilted his head, like it amused him you were still searching for meaning.

“ Isn’t it obvious?” He said softly.

“ I want you. I own you.”

You blinked.

“ No—”

He raised a hand, cutting you off.

“ You entered my game, 321. The moment you signed your name, the moment you chose desperation over dignity, you sold yourself. To me.”

Your voice cracked as you shouted, “ NO ONE OWNS ME!”

The room echoed with the force of your words. Raw, trembling, broken—but defiant.

And then he laughed.

A deep, low chuckle that filled the room like smoke, curling around your throat.

“ God…” He murmured.

“ I love seeing you like this.”

He stepped forward again, quicker this time. His gloved hand grabbed your hair, yanking your head back. You let out a gasp as he leaned in, burying his masked face near your neck and—

He inhaled.

Slow.

Deep.

Possessive.

Your stomach twisted with rage and disgust. His other hand found your waist—gripping, not bruising, but firm enough to claim.

“ I could break you now.” He whispered.

“ But where’s the fun in that?”

Then—he tossed something onto your lap.

A dress.

Silk. Expensive. Dark red. Slit up the thigh. Tailored for performance, not comfort.

Your eyes stayed locked on it, disbelief and fury clashing in your chest.

“ That’s your purpose now.” He said.

“ To stand among them. The ones you loathe. The ones you and Gi-hun swore you’d destroy.”

He stepped behind you, leaning down so his voice grazed your ear.

“ I wonder…” He purred.

“ What would Gi-hun think, if he saw you in that dress? On my arm? One of the very people he risked his life to fight?”

You shook your head, trembling.

“ I’d rather die.”

Another soft laugh.

He leaned in again—too close.

“ I’m excited to see you in it.” He whispered.

“ To show you off. My plus one. While we watch more poor souls beg for freedom that doesn’t exist.”

Then, stepping back, he gestured toward the door.

“ I’ll let you change in the bathroom. I’m not a monster…unless you force me to be.”

You stayed still.

Silent.

Defiant.

“ I’m not putting that on.” You muttered. “ I’m not following anything you say.”

For a moment, there was a pause.

Then—a dark chuckle.

Not amused.

Dangerous.

He turned his head slowly, cracking his knuckles inside the gloves.

“ Is that so?” He said, voice shifting into something colder.

He walked over, leaned down again—and this time, there was no playfulness left in him.

“ Say that again…” He hissed.

“ And I’ll rip that fucking tracksuit off myself and force you into that dress. Is that what you want?”

His hand twitched at his side, every muscle in his body on edge.

“ You think your resistance is impressive?” He growled.

“ It’s delicious. But don’t mistake my patience for mercy.”

You clenched your teeth, tears stinging your eyes — not from fear, but from the humiliating control he dangled over you.

The dress in your lap felt like fire.

And still, you didn’t move.

You refused to let him see you fall.

Not yet.

Not ever.

...

The dress clung to your skin like shame.

It shimmered under the cold, expensive lights of the VIP lounge, the slit revealing just enough to tempt the leers of the bastards in gold and ivory masks who reclined on plush sofas like gods watching mortals suffer. Their laughter echoed like knives scraping your spine.

You kept your head high.

Mask on.

Expression unreadable.

But inside—you were burning.

The Frontman stood beside you, like a king admiring his newest prize.

His hand had not left your waist since you entered.

Firm.

Possessive.

Territorial.

Each finger pressed into you like a wordless threat: Mine.

The onyx mask on your face was suffocating, but the weight of his grip was worse. He didn’t speak much, not to you. He didn’t need to. Every gesture, every glance, every calculated breath near your skin said enough.

He was parading you.

And the message was clear.

To the ogling, betting, laughing monsters in silk and gold—this one belongs to me.

They caught on quickly.

One of them, a man with a silver wolf mask and a grotesque chuckle, leaned forward with a drink in hand.

“ Quite the beauty you’ve brought to the table this year, Frontman.” He drawled.

“ I didn’t expect you to keep one for yourself.”

The Frontman chuckled beneath his black mask, his voice calm and cruel.

“ She’s earned the privilege. Submission is a rare virtue here.”

Your jaw clenched.

His hand tightened around your waist—subtle, but enough to remind you: don’t speak.

Not here.

Not yet.

The lights dimmed and the giant screen lit up, casting a bloody glow over the chamber. The next phase of the game was starting—the last two rounds. The remaining players were desperate, shaking, bruised to hell and back.

You recognized one.

Other players who had fought alongside you and Gi-hun during the rebellion.

They looked…hollowed out.

You flinched—but barely. Just enough for the Frontman to notice. He leaned in, lips near your ear.

“ Careful…” He whispered, voice slick like oil.

“ They’ll sense weakness. And I’m not finished showing you off.”

You said nothing. You couldn’t. Not without giving him the reaction he was hunting for.

So you sat.

Stiffly.

The Frontman took his seat beside you, crossing one leg over the other like the games were nothing but sport—and you, the lucky companion to a powerful man.

Then—

His hand slid down.

Slow.

From your waist, across your thigh.

You flinched, teeth biting the inside of your cheek, and shot him a glare through your mask. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t need to. The smirk you could feel under his mask said everything.

His fingers began to toy with the silk of your dress—just idle enough to be seen as nothing, just teasing enough to churn your stomach.

The VIPs kept betting. Laughing. Toasting to who might die next. You sat there, a doll in velvet chains, the Frontman’s hand on your thigh and your rage bubbling just under your skin.

He leaned closer again, breath brushing your ear.

“ You’re doing so well, darling.”

“ Play the role…survive.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to whisper through clenched teeth:

“ One day, I’ll rip that mask off your face…and I’ll watch you bleed for every second of this.”

He chuckled, not phased in the slightest.

“ Spoken like a true fighter.” He murmured.

“ Just remember—every fighter who steps into my ring…eventually bows.”

His hand crept higher.

You reached under the table, your nails subtly digging into his gloved hand—not enough to cause a scene, but enough to tell him: I am not broken.

Not yet.

He stilled.

Just for a second.

Then his fingers flexed, tightening briefly on your thigh like a threat, before letting go completely.

The game began.

Screams erupted on the screen.

The room cheered. And you sat still in the center of hell—burning silently. But never, ever breaking. You didn’t blink. Not once.

The screen before you was painted in screams—two players dangling from a glass bridge, the final round tearing them down one cracked step at a time. One wrong move, and they’d fall into the abyss.

But your eyes weren’t really on them.

They were staring through the glass. Through cruelty. Because the real hell wasn’t on the screen.

It was right beside you.

The Frontman’s hand had not retreated.

It lingered.

Brushed.

Climbed.

Each movement of his glove against the silk of your thigh was like a whisper made of barbed wire. Slow. Precise. Intentional. His thumb curled just beneath the hem of your dress, close—too close.

Your stomach twisted violently.

Not in fear.

Not anymore.

In rage.

But you were frozen—your fingers gripping the edge of the marble table so tightly your knuckles turned bone-white. The fire was climbing, burning from the pit of your gut to your throat, but still…

No words came out.

You couldn’t scream.

You couldn’t flinch.

Because they were watching. The leering masks. The velvet-suited predators sipping gold champagne and throwing numbers at people’s lives like it was sport.

One of them noticed. A heavyset man in a lion mask with jeweled horns tilted his head and leaned forward slightly.

“ You look pale.” He said.

“ Everything alright, Miss…?” His voice purred like a cat circling prey.

“ You’re trembling.”

You froze.

Shit.

The Frontman’s hand paused, resting against your thigh in false comfort—as if to say play your part.

You forced a smile.

Small.

Polite.

Poisoned.

“ I’m fine.”

The words were barely a whisper. The Frontman glanced at you briefly, amused at how tightly you were holding yourself together.

“ You don’t look fine.” Another voice chimed in. “ The girl’s sweating.”

“ It’s her first time in the VIP section.” The Frontman replied smoothly.

“ She’ll adjust. They always do.”

The attention drifted away—thankfully, briefly—back to the screen where one of the players fell, his body crashing into the glass below with a wet, horrible thud.

Cheers erupted around you. But you didn’t cheer. You didn’t even move. You sat there, a ghost in a silk dress.

On fire.

Your heart thundered in your chest, but your lips remained sealed. You wanted to scream, to shove his hand away, to throw that wine glass across the room and carve truth into the walls with its shards.

But instead—

You kept smiling. That same tight-lipped, hollow smile.

A mask on top of a mask.

And beside you, the Frontman’s fingers resumed their slow climb, confident that your silence meant victory. But in your mind, you were screaming.

Not yet.

Not here.

But soon.

You were already planning.

Because if this was the role he forced you into, then you would play it flawlessly—

Until the curtains fall.

...

The room smelled of expensive smoke, stale power, and bloodlust.

The screen stretched across the wall like a stage, playing the brutal game in high definition—each gunshot, each scream, each splatter of red reflected in the gold-rimmed glasses of the VIPs sitting around you.

You were nothing but a novelty to them. Something to glance at between bets. The Frontman sat beside you—silent, imposing, and always watching.

Until now.

He leaned in, his mask brushing your temple, his voice just a breath against your skin.

“ Make a sound…” He murmured coldly.

“ And I’ll make sure they see everything—your face, your weakness, the way you’re breaking just from my hand alone.”

You stiffened, your heart slamming in your chest. His gloved hand moved beneath the table, sliding up your inner thigh with the same detachment he used to orchestrate deaths.

Precise.

Unbothered.

Intentional.

You gripped the edge of the chair, nails digging into the wood, every muscle in your body tensing to resist the urge to squirm. The warmth pooling in your core was infuriating. Shameful. And yet—inescapable.

The guests roared with laughter at a fresh kill on the screen. Their voices blurred, warped by the rush of blood in your ears.

Then one of them turned to you.

“ You there…” A fat man chuckled, drink in hand.

“ Which one are you rooting for, sweetheart?”

The Frontman’s fingers paused, just enough to make you exhale without thinking—but then moved again, slower this time. Deep and cruel.

You bit your lip hard, tasting iron, as your eyes focused desperately on the monitor. The number burned into your brain—your only lifeline, your only answer.

“ Four...five...six.” You managed, your voice thin, strained, but steady.

The group broke into mocking applause.

“ Of course! The righteous one! How cute!”

“ Bet she’s got a thing for martyrs.” Another jeered.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You were too focused on holding back a sound that would destroy you.

The Frontman didn’t stop. He leaned in again, his voice like ice against the heat building between your legs.

“ Then let’s hope your little hero doesn’t die...because if he does, you’ll be next.”

And still, on the screen, Gi-hun kept running—oblivious.

Just like you wished you were.

Their laughter still rang in your ears, echoing louder than the game’s gunfire, louder than the thud of another body hitting the ground.

You couldn’t tell anymore if the heat rising in your chest was from rage, shame, or that unholy friction of his hand between your thighs—so deliberate, so invasive.

You dared not move.

Your breath caught every time his finger slid closer to the fabric that barely separated you. And still, you had to pretend—pretend you were just another pretty decoration at their table, not a trembling mess barely holding in every humiliating sound begging to claw its way out of your throat.

“ What’s the matter?” One of the VIPs asked, lazily eyeing you.

“ You look tense. Not a fan of blood?”

You smiled. Or tried to. It came out like a grimace.

“ Just…focused.” You said.

The Frontman’s hand paused again, his gloved fingertips pressing deliberately where your body ached the most. Your thigh twitched. You clenched your jaw.

“ Ahh…” The man laughed, mistaking your restraint for nerves.

“ Worried about your golden boy?”

On screen, Gi-hun ducked behind a barrier, narrowly avoiding a shot to the head. You flinched—not just from the bullet—but because the Frontman chose that exact moment to press harder.

You closed your eyes for a fraction of a second. One second too long.

“ Oh ho—what’s this? Blushing?” Another voice teased.

“ Careful, she might cry if he dies.”

“ Let her cry. Would be a good show.” Someone else chuckled darkly.

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. The Frontman leaned closer again, his voice a razor blade laced with perverse satisfaction.

“ You're doing well. But it only gets worse from here.”

He dipped his fingers past the edge of your underwear.

You sucked in a sharp breath—silent, sharp, your entire body trembling with effort. The world shrank to the heat under the table, the monster beside you, and the endless monitor showing death like sport.

The sound of another bet being placed. The cheer for another death.

And still—Gi-hun survived.

“ Hmph…” One VIP scoffed. “ He’s lucky. For now.”

You almost laughed. Bitter, ugly laughter. Because the real gamble wasn’t on the screen.

It was you.

Your voice.

Your control.

Your dignity.

And the longer the game dragged on, the more you realized—

The Frontman wasn’t betting on the players.

He was betting on you.

And he was winning.

You stared blankly at the monitor, but your vision was beginning to blur. Not from tears. Not yet. But from the overwhelming effort of staying silent while your body betrayed you over and over again.

The Frontman’s fingers moved in slow, merciless patterns, slick with your own arousal now. You hated it—hated the way your hips twitched ever so slightly against him, hated the pressure building unbearably deep in your gut.

Every part of you was screaming to be still, to not draw attention. But your body had long stopped listening. Your nails dug crescents into the underside of the table.

One of the VIPs reached over, casually brushing his fingers under your chin, lifting it slightly to inspect you like you were some exotic pet.

“ You’re awfully quiet.” He smirked.

“ Getting bored?”

You couldn’t even respond. Your lips were parted slightly, drawing shaky breaths that you prayed didn’t sound as uneven as they felt. You were holding on by a thread—suspended between torment and humiliation.

The Frontman chuckled lowly behind his mask, a sound only you could hear. His hand didn't pause. If anything, he pushed deeper, fingers curling just enough to make your eyes flutter.

“ No.” He said smoothly to the guest on your behalf.

“ She’s deeply invested in the game.”

The VIPs laughed.

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

On the screen, Gi-hun was crawling—bleeding, desperate, but alive. You watched him like your life depended on it. Like if you just focused hard enough, you could drown out the aching pulse inside you.

If he made it—if he survived this round—maybe the Frontman would stop. Maybe he’d show mercy. Maybe you’d get to breathe again.

But then came the explosion on the screen. Smoke. A trap. One of the players—another poor soul you didn’t even recognize—screamed as they were blasted backward.

Dead.

A flurry of cheers erupted across the table. More drinks were poured. More money was tossed onto the glass tabletop like confetti.

And then—

“ Player 206. Eliminated.”

Someone clapped in satisfaction. Another chuckled darkly. You barely registered it, because at that same moment, the Frontman leaned even closer. You felt the cold edge of his mask brush the shell of your ear.

“ You're dripping.” He whispered.

Your entire body seized.

“ Shall I tell them? That you’re soaking my fingers while watching people die?”

You shook your head almost imperceptibly. The shame burned hotter than anything else now.

“ Then keep quiet.” He said.

“ Or I will.”

Your mouth opened—but no sound came. Because just then, his fingers curled in again, cruelly hitting that spot inside you that made your thighs tremble, made your toes curl, made your vision white out for a single second.

The moan—that moan—it nearly broke free. But somehow…somehow, you bit it back. Only a shallow breath escaped you. The Frontman paused, hand still buried beneath the tablecloth. You felt his gaze, even through the mask.

“ Tsk…” Be murmured.

“ Such a good girl…but for how much longer?”

On the screen, Gi-hun stood again—wounded, dirt-streaked, panting. But still moving. Just like you. Barely surviving. And still, somehow, not broken. Not yet.

The lights in the room dimmed further as the next round began—an intentional shift in atmosphere to heighten the tension on screen.

The remaining players staggered into a new arena, lit with harsh spotlights and blood-soaked history. You could hear the other guests adjusting in their seats, already preparing new wagers.

You, however, couldn’t move.

You were frozen in a nightmare stitched together with silk gloves and wicked control.

The Frontman hadn’t removed his hand. If anything, his fingers had grown more patient, slower, calculated. He wasn’t chasing your finish—he was orchestrating your unraveling, second by second, with terrifying precision.

Every breath you took was shallow. Every muscle in your body ached from restraint. One of the VIPs leaned closer, cigar smoke curling toward your face.

“ Tell me, woman…” He asked with a lazy, twisted grin.

“ Still betting on 456?”

Your lips parted. You blinked slowly, feeling the tears at the corners of your eyes—not from emotion, but the sheer mental strain of remaining silent while your core clenched around him under the table.

“ Y-Yes.” You answered, barely a whisper, breathless.

The Frontman didn’t slow down.

“ Hmph…” The man laughed, turning back to the screen.

“ How loyal. Let’s see how long he lasts, then.”

You flinched as a loud bang echoed from the monitor—a body dropped in the background. You couldn’t even register the number.

Your head dropped ever so slightly, your jaw trembling. Not from grief. But because you could feel it—your edge creeping in, dark and hot and humiliatingly close.

You tried to press your thighs together, desperate for friction or relief, but his hand was already there—spreading you, owning you.

He leaned into you again, and his voice this time was like poison syrup.

“ I can feel it, you know.” He murmured.

“ You’re going to fall apart here, in front of them. And you’ll do it…without a single sound.”

Your stomach tightened, body convulsing in an invisible tremor. You swallowed hard—so hard it hurt.

Another cheer erupted from the table. A new bet, a new death. But none of it registered. Because you were slipping.

Falling.

Your toes curled inside your shoes, back arching just slightly under the table, every nerve in your body igniting like a match.

His fingers never sped up.

He never gave you that mercy. He let you drown slowly in it, pulling the climax from your body like a confession wrung from your soul.

And when it hit—

It was silent.

No cry.

No moan.

Just your lips parted, trembling. Just the subtle, embarrassing shake of your limbs under the table, and the flood of heat that betrayed your release. You sagged forward slightly, chest heaving, eyes wide and wet.

The Frontman finally pulled his hand back, wiping his fingers with maddening precision onto a folded napkin, then placing it beside your untouched drink like a trophy.

He didn’t look at you. He didn’t need to.

You were wrecked—and he knew it.

“ Told you…” He said casually, loud enough for only you to hear.

“ You wouldn’t make a sound. But now look at you…”

You clenched your fists in your lap, trying to compose yourself as another guest glanced at you with mild curiosity.

“ You alright, dear?”

You nodded stiffly.

“ Just…nervous.” You muttered.

“ Don't be.” The fox VIP chuckled.

“ It’s just a game.”

But it wasn’t.

Not for you. Because on the screen, Gi-hun was still alive.

But you?

You weren’t sure anymore.

...

The sound of the VIP lounge faded behind you as the heavy doors swung closed. The Frontman’s hand pressed against the small of your back, guiding you away from their drunken jeers and mindless bloodlust.

None of them even blinked when he excused you—claiming “errands,” claiming “necessity,” but really…claiming you.

You were his to remove.

His to handle.

The click of the private door locking sent a cold shiver through your spine.

And then—

It all happened fast.

His mask was gone.

His mouth crashed onto yours, ravenous and punishing. His gloved hand cupped your face, forcing your lips open as he devoured you, tasting your silence, your shame, and your obedience all at once. His body pushed you back until your spine hit the wall, until your breath was stolen completely.

You didn’t have time to speak—didn’t dare.

“ You did so well.” He whispered, voice rough now without the filter of that haunting mask.

“ So quiet. So obedient.”

His hand moved up, fingers covering your eyes briefly—blocking your vision, drowning you in darkness for just a moment before he replaced it with something else.

A silk blindfold.

Tied tight.

“ That mouth of yours didn’t make a sound back there.” He murmured against your throat, his tongue flicking against the skin just beneath your jaw.

“ Not even when you came all over my fingers in front of a room full of monsters.”

Your knees threatened to buckle. He chuckled darkly, catching you with a firm grip at your waist.

“ What a good girl you are.” He purred, lips brushing against your ear.

“ Sitting there like a doll, soaking wet, taking everything I gave you—and they had no idea.”

His gloved hand slid up your body again, slow and possessive, pausing just over your chest.

“ You’re mine in here.” He said, voice firmer now.

“ And out there…you're a pretty little ornament. A tool. A prize. But here…”

He leaned in, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make you gasp.

“ Here, you're my obedient girl.”

You nodded blindly, body quivering under his words, under the weight of the blindfold and his dominance.

“ You like when I control you like that?” He asked lowly, the edge of menace under his breath.

“ When I test your limits and you still don’t break?”

You didn’t answer fast enough. His hand shot to your throat—not squeezing, but holding.

A warning.

“ Answer me.”

“ Yes…” You breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

“ Yes…Sir.”

A satisfied growl left him. His grip loosened just enough to let your breath flow free again.

“ Good girl.” He said, and there was pride laced through that darkness now.

“ My perfectly trained, perfectly obedient little toy.”

Then his hands were on you again—unbuttoning, undoing, unmaking you piece by piece.

The games outside continued.

Blood spilled. Bets placed.

But in this room…

The only game was you.

And the Frontman never played fair.

The silk blindfold dulled the world into nothing—no light, no images, just the sharp rhythm of your own breath and the press of the Frontman’s body against yours.

The rich fabric of your clothes was being stripped from you, piece by piece, each movement of his hands slow and purposeful, as if he wanted you to feel every second of being undone.

The wall was cold behind your back, in contrast to the heat of his mouth now roaming lower—dragging over the curve of your jaw, the edge of your collarbone. Your skin was hypersensitive in the dark.

Every touch sparked like a match.

Every whisper burned.

“ Do you know how proud I was of you out there?” He murmured as his fingers traced along your bare sides.

“ Not a flinch. Not a sound. Not even when you were falling apart for me under that table.”

You swallowed, but your throat was dry. You tried to nod, but his hand was already there, gripping your chin, tilting your head up.

“ You don't have to see to know who you belong to, do you?”

“ No.” You breathed, the word fragile, trembling.

“ I know.”

“ Say it.”

His voice dropped lower, that dangerous softness curling around your ribs like a noose.

“ I belong to you.” You whispered.

The silence that followed was sharp. Then his gloved thumb stroked across your lip with almost…reverence. And then the touch was gone—replaced by the sound of a chair being pulled, and your body being guided downward.

You felt velvet under your knees. Then leather against your wrists as he bound them behind your back.

“ You were quiet for them.” He said.

“ Now you’ll be loud for me.”

Your breath caught again.

“ No blindfold. No rules. Just you…showing me what obedience sounds like.”

You heard him sink to his knees in front of you.

He didn’t rush.

He never rushed.

The Frontman knew how to break you with patience, to unravel your composure strand by strand. And now, without the danger of the VIPs watching, without the fear of being exposed—he wanted it all.

The whimpers.

The moans.

The shaking, the pleading, the surrender.

“ Show me what my good girl sounds like.” He said darkly, hands sliding up your thighs.

“ And I’ll decide if you deserve to wear my silence again.”

You opened your mouth to reply—

But all that came out was a gasp. Because when the Frontman took his reward,

He made sure you screamed for it.

...

The blindfold stayed firm around your eyes, but the rest of you was coming undone—completely, helplessly, at his mercy. Your knees pressed into the velvet as his hands claimed every inch of your skin, roaming up your thighs, parting them with a firm command and no room for protest.

The binds at your wrists forced your chest forward slightly, leaving you vulnerable, offered. You couldn’t see him. But you felt everything. His breath against your inner thigh.

The slow exhale that ghosted over where you ached. The heat of his tongue tracing maddening circles without touching where you wanted him most.

“ That little performance earlier.” He said, his voice calm and cruel.

“ Deserves a reward…but not too easy, hm?”

You whimpered softly, hips twitching forward, your need already slick and pulsing.

“ Shh…” He warned.

“ Obedient girls wait.”

You bit down a desperate sound as he spread your legs wider, holding them open with a firm grip. And then—finally—his tongue dragged over you, slow and deliberate, tasting the proof of everything you tried to hide in that lounge. He groaned softly at the flavor, dark satisfaction pouring into the sound.

“ Still so sweet.” He muttered.

“ Even after being used in front of strangers. Still my perfect little toy.”

You choked on your next breath as he dipped his tongue again—deeper this time, teasing, circling. Every flick, every press of his mouth made you tremble harder. You couldn't see, couldn't touch, could only feel—and it made everything sharper.

“ You didn’t cry.” He said between kisses, lips slick.

“ You didn’t scream.”

His mouth wrapped around your clit suddenly—sucking, tongue flattening—and you did scream then. A sharp, unfiltered cry that echoed around the private chamber.

He smiled at you.

“ There’s my girl.”

You gasped again when he slipped two fingers inside, effortlessly finding the spot that made your legs jerk and your walls clench.

“ Louder.” He ordered, his voice gravel against your skin.

“ I want to hear the sounds you couldn’t make out there.”

And you gave them to him. Whimpers. Moans. Pleas. His name—not said, but sobbed, over and over again, as your body writhed in his grip.

You were crying now—not from sadness, not even from shame, but from the overwhelming sensation of it all. The release you’d been denied. The praise he fed you. The way he claimed you without apology.

And just when you were about to come—

He stopped.

You shook violently, held in place by his hands as your climax was pulled just out of reach.

“ Please…” You breathed, broken.

“ Please…”

He rose slowly, pressing his body against yours, fingers still inside you but unmoving, his free hand cupping your face with mocking tenderness.

“ You did well.” He whispered, brushing his lips against yours.

“ But obedient girls ask before they come.”

You whimpered again, barely holding on.

“ You’ll get to finish…” He murmured darkly.

“ When I say.”

His fingers curled just slightly.

“ Beg for it.”

Your breath hitched—shallow, ragged—as his fingers curled just right, hitting that aching spot inside you with cruel precision.

Your body jerked, thighs trembling violently against the velvet cushion, and the blindfold only amplified the desperation. You didn’t even realize you were begging until the words came out broken and raw:

“ Please…please, let me…I— I can’t hold it—”

The Frontman’s lips brushed against your cheek, his voice a low growl against your ear.

“ Then don’t.”

His thumb circled your clit, pressure firm and relentless, his fingers working in tandem—pulling the orgasm from you like a command you had no choice but to obey.

And you shattered. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream at first, then came the sharp cry that filled the room, raw and shameless. Your body convulsed, the release so intense it bordered on pain, your legs giving out as waves of pleasure tore through your core.

The binds on your wrists strained as your back arched. Tears slipped from beneath the blindfold, your lips trembling as you gasped for breath.

You sagged forward, body weak and pliant—barely present, barely whole.

But he wasn’t done.

“ Don’t relax yet.” The Frontman warned, voice steady, composed, untouched by the chaos he’d just dragged you through.

“ Good girls don’t stop when they’re satisfied. Good girls let their owner decide when it’s over.”

You whimpered as his hands gripped your hips, lifting you with surprising ease and placing you where he wanted—your body bent over the armrest of a nearby leather chair. The position forced your back to arch, legs trembling to hold yourself up.

The leather was cold.

His body was not.

You felt him behind you—his chest against your spine, still clothed, fully in control. He reached around and untied the blindfold, but your vision stayed hazy, your lashes wet with tears and sweat.

He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

“ Look at you…” He whispered.

“ A mess…and still mine.”

You barely had time to gasp before you felt him press into you—no warning, no pause. He slid inside with one hard thrust, filling you completely, stretching your still-sensitive walls with dizzying force.

The sound that left your lips was something between a cry and a sob, your fingers curling against the leather.

“ You feel that?” He hissed into your ear, driving into you again, harder.

“ This is what obedience earns. I own every part of you—even this.”

You could only moan in response, the overstimulation nearly too much. Every nerve was already lit, and now he was using you, dragging you back into another high before you’d even recovered from the last.

Each thrust drove deeper, rougher, his hand gripping your throat from behind as he kept you exactly where he wanted. You felt the weight of his body, the growl in his chest, the dark, relentless rhythm that left no room for protest.

“ One wasn’t enough.” He said, his voice tight with hunger.

“ I want to feel you break for me again.”

And as your second orgasm began to build—sharper, quicker, more desperate—you realized…

You would.

And he knew it.

Because he’d made you his.

The leather beneath you creaked in rhythm with his thrusts, sharp and merciless. Your body, already stretched thin from the first release, was trembling violently with every push inside you.

The overstimulation was maddening—each stroke hit deeper, rougher, pulling cries from your throat that you could no longer control. But the Frontman wasn’t satisfied with just your voice.

He wanted more.

He needed to ruin you completely.

His grip on your hips shifted—one hand snaking between your legs again, his gloved fingers finding your sensitive clit with punishing precision.

You screamed. Your hands, still bound behind your back, clawed uselessly at the air as your knees buckled beneath the weight of sensation.

“ That’s it.” He growled, slamming into you harder, the sound of skin against skin echoing between your cries.

“ You thought you were done? No. I decide when you’re done.”

His fingers rubbed in relentless circles, matching the tempo of his hips. Your body shook violently, your core clenching again—already tightening toward the edge.

It was too much. You were still raw, still twitching from the first time, but he didn’t care. He wanted to drag you into madness.

“ Say it.” He snarled against your shoulder.

“ Say who you belong to.”

“ Y-You—” You gasped.

“ You, I—I belong to y-you—!”

“ Louder.”

He pinched your clit—just enough to make your whole body jolt—and you sobbed the words this time.

“ I belong to you!”

The second orgasm slammed into you without mercy.

Your body convulsed uncontrollably, walls fluttering around him as he buried himself deeper, chasing his own release now with the same violence he gave your pleasure. You cried out again—no longer holding back, no longer trying to be good or quiet.

You were just his.

You felt him grunt behind you—deep, feral—as he finally let go. He spilled inside you with a punishing thrust, his grip tightening on your hip as he pressed deep and stayed there. His breath came out in heavy, uneven bursts, his body still grinding against yours like he didn’t want to leave.

But even spent, even full of him and aching—he still wasn’t done. You felt his fingers slip between your legs again, already circling your clit, gentler this time—but no less dangerous.

“ One more.” He breathed.

“ You can give me one more.”

You whimpered, body twitching at the sensitivity, already soaked, dripping with both your pleasure and his.

“ No.” You whispered weakly.

“ I— I can’t—”

He bent down, his lips brushing your ear like a threat and a promise all in one.

“ Yes…you will.”

And when he rubbed again—slow, steady, cruel—you knew he meant it.

And worse?

So did your body. You were already climbing again.

Your body was trembling—legs weak, vision hazy, throat raw from the sounds he tore from you. Every nerve in your skin buzzed with overstimulation, and your slickness dripped down your thighs, mixed with the heat he had filled you with.

But he didn’t let you fall.

The Frontman gripped your waist, pulled out slowly, deliberately—dragging another helpless whimper from your lips—then he sat back against the wide velvet chair, still fully clothed save for the part of him that had just ruined you.

His dark eyes locked on your shaking form, a dangerous glint in them. He spread his legs slightly, one hand stroking lazily along his still-hard length, glistening with both of you.

“ Come here.” He commanded, voice low and cold.

“ I’m not done watching you obey.”

You tried to move, tried to get your legs to listen, but they barely held you upright.

“ Now.”

You stumbled forward, knees weak, chest rising and falling rapidly as you stood between his legs. He grabbed your chin with a gloved hand, tilting your face toward his, and then—

He smiled.

That twisted, satisfied grin that made your stomach twist with fear and want.

“ Ride me.” He said, slow and deliberate.

“ I want to watch you take me on your own this time. No hands. No blindfold. Just you—putting on a show for me like the perfect little thing you are.”

Your bound wrists trembled behind you, but he reached back and undid the restraints with a sharp flick of his fingers. You barely had time to breathe before he grabbed your hips and pulled you forward.

“ Now earn what you begged for.”

With shaking legs, you straddled him—knees planted on the plush velvet, his strong thighs supporting you. His cock stood slick and waiting beneath you, and when you lowered yourself down slowly, every inch of him stretching you again, your head fell back with a cry you couldn’t stop.

“ That’s it.” He growled, his hands on your hips but not guiding—watching, controlling without touching.

“ Show me how much you need it. How good you look when you ride like a ruined little thing.”

You started to move—slow at first, shallow, trying to find rhythm while your body was still so wrecked. But he didn’t let you ease into it. His grip tightened.

“ Faster."

You obeyed.

You rode him harder, the slap of skin echoing through the private room, your body arching, breasts bouncing with every thrust. He leaned back, watching you with a predator’s gaze, licking his bottom lip as your moans turned ragged again.

“ Look at you…” He murmured darkly, a hand rising to slap your ass hard, making you jolt.

“ You’ve already come twice and you're still fucking yourself like it’s not enough.”

You gasped as his hips snapped upward to meet your bounce—once, twice—and suddenly he was fucking up into you with brutal precision.

“ You want to break?” He growled, hands gripping your ass, dragging you down harder.

“ Then fucking break.”

And you did.

Your third orgasm tore through you like fire—loud, violent, unstoppable. You sobbed his name as your body collapsed into him, twitching, pulsing, completely surrendered.

He caught you in his arms. But even then, his voice against your ear was calm…cruel.

“ We’re still not finished.”

“ Get ready to beg again.”

Your body was limp against him—sweat-soaked, trembling, completely spent. But the Frontman didn’t ease his grip. His hands slid up your back, holding you in place on his lap, keeping you impaled on his still-hard cock.

“ You thought that was the end?” He murmured, voice velvet-wrapped steel.

“ I told you—I decide when it’s over.”

You whimpered against his shoulder, face buried in the warmth of his neck, too overwhelmed to speak. Your body was twitching, still echoing from the intensity of the last orgasm, and he was still buried deep inside you, pulsing, hard.

“ You’ve already come for me three times…” He whispered, trailing his fingers up the back of your neck, into your hair.

“ Now I want to see you beg for the fourth.”

He gripped a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look into his eyes. There was no mask now. No barrier. Only raw, possessive heat that pinned you in place harder than any rope.

“ Say it.” He demanded.

“ Beg for it again.”

Your lips parted, but no words came—just breathless gasps. He thrust up into you, slow and deep, making you cry out again.

“ Say it.”

“ P-Please…” You finally choked out.

“ Please…I want it. I-I want to come again…”

“ That’s not begging.”

He thrust harder, dragging a fresh moan from your already hoarse throat.

“ Tell me how much you need it. How much you’ll do for it.”

Your body was burning. Every inch of you was hypersensitive. You were leaking around him, filled and stretched, barely able to hold yourself upright—but his demand lit a fire under your skin.

“ I’ll do anything.” You gasped.

“ I’ll be good—just please…please let me come for you again.”

He smirked. “ There she is.”

He shifted beneath you, one hand gripping your ass while the other slid between your bodies again—his thumb finding your overstimulated clit and pressing hard.

You screamed.

Your body thrashed in his grip as he began thrusting up into you again—relentless, punishing, pushing past your limits. The rhythm was brutal, deep, slick, the wet sounds between your bodies echoing through the walls like a private symphony of sin.

“ I want you sobbing when you come this time.” He growled.

“ I want you ruined. So broken you can’t even say my name.”

Your head fell back as your vision blurred, white-hot pressure building again too fast. You weren’t ready—but your body didn’t care.

You were spiraling again—grinding down on him, crying, gasping, shaking.

“ Cum for me.” He hissed.

“ Come again while you’re still full of me.”

You screamed as the orgasm ripped through you—a final, punishing climax that stole the last of your strength. Your body convulsed violently, your hands clawing into his shoulders as you collapsed against his chest, sobbing from the intensity.

But he didn’t stop.

He held you still, rocking into you slowly now, savoring the aftershocks of your release.

“ There you go...” He whispered, stroking your spine as your body went limp.

“ That’s my good girl.”

You couldn’t respond. Not with words.

Only with breath.

Only with surrender.

And he savored every second of it.

The silence that followed was thick—heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and satisfaction. Your body, completely undone, lay draped over him like silk, trembling with each shallow breath. Your limbs refused to respond. Your mind was fogged, somewhere between pleasure and exhaustion.

The Frontman didn't move right away.

He simply held you. His arms wrapped tightly around you, one gloved hand cradling the back of your head, the other drawing soft, absentminded circles along your bare spine.

The contrast between his earlier cruelty and this quiet, grounding touch was jarring—but familiar.

You melted into it.

Into him.

No orders. No pressure. Just the warmth of his chest against your cheek, the rise and fall of his breathing keeping you anchored.

“ You did so well.” He finally murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“ So damn good for me.”

His voice had shifted—no longer laced with dominance or edge, but filled with something softer…reverent, even.

“ Took everything I gave you…didn’t hold back once. That’s exactly what I wanted from you. My perfect, obedient girl.”

A weak sound escaped your throat—half sob, half sigh—as your body continued to tremble in the aftermath.

He noticed. Without letting go of you, he leaned to the side, reaching for the plush blanket folded over the edge of the couch.

He wrapped it around your shoulders, tucking you in against him like he was shielding something precious. You flinched slightly when the soft fabric brushed your raw thighs.

“ Shh…” He whispered.

“ I’ve got you. I know you’re sore.”

He reached between your legs again—not to tease, not to claim—but to gently clean you with a warm cloth he’d fetched from the nearby table.

You whimpered at the sensitivity, but he was careful, almost surgical in his touch. He murmured small praises under his breath as he worked.

“ Look at the mess you made…”

“ Still dripping with me.”

“ You took me like you were made for it.”

Once he finished, he discarded the cloth and kissed your temple—tender, unmasked.

“ Breathe, darling.” He said softly.

“ You’re safe.”

He reached for a bottle of water nearby, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to your lips. You sipped slowly, and he tilted it for you, watching every gulp like you were the only thing that existed.

When you finally managed to lift your eyes to meet his, your vision still hazy, you saw it.

Not the mask.

Not the command.

But him.

And the way he was looking at you—so proud, so possessive, so...gentle—made your chest ache more than anything else.

“ You break so beautifully.” He murmured.

“ But you heal even better. And I’ll be right here every time…picking up the pieces.”

You nodded faintly, too tired to speak, and he pulled you closer, letting you curl into the warmth of his bare chest.

“ Rest now.” He whispered.

“ You earned every second of it.”

And in the cocoon of his arms, the blanket wrapped tight, and your body finally beginning to still—you did.

For once, not because he demanded it…

But because he gave it.

Your body was still sore, still humming faintly from the aftershocks, but none of it compared to the heat flooding your chest. Not from desire—but disbelief.

Confusion.

Betrayal.

Because now, sitting half-dressed in the warmth of the private chamber, looking into the face of the man who had just unraveled your body with cruel precision, you saw it clearly.

The tilt of his head.

The faint scar across his brow.

The calm but sharp glint in his eyes.

“ Young-il?” You whispered, barely breathing the name.

His movements stilled. He was just finishing buttoning up his black shirt, the front of it still slightly wrinkled from how roughly he'd pulled you against it.

He looked at you—maskless, expression unreadable—before offering a slow, amused smile.

“ So you do remember.” He said, voice low, laced with something crueler than nostalgia.

“ I was wondering when it would click.”

You stared at him in stunned silence. The same man who used to speak quietly during meal times in the dorms. Who once bandaged your scraped palm without a word after the second game. Who would always say “Don’t trust the rules—trust how they break.”

And now?

The Frontman.

The orchestrator of cruelty.

And the man who had just touched you like you were his, tasted you like he owned every inch—only to pull away and remind you what he’d done.

“ You killed Jun-bae…” Your voice cracked. “ He trusted you. We did.”

He looked at you—unapologetic.

“ He was a tool.” He said coolly, fixing the cuff of his sleeve.

“ A necessary loss. One more piece off the board to open Gi-hun’s eyes. And yours.”

“ You used us.” You whispered, pain bleeding into your tone.

“ You used me.”

“ I did more than that.” He murmured, stepping close again.

“ I broke you open. I watched you unravel for me—mind, body…everything.”

His fingers reached up, tracing your bottom lip. You flinched, but didn’t pull away.

“ And still…” He smiled.

“ You moaned for me. Came for me. Obeyed.”

Your jaw clenched.

“ Is Young-il even your real name?” You spat.

He paused, then gave a low chuckle, dark and taunting.

“ No.” He said simply, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

“ That name belonged to someone I wore like a mask…just like this one.”

He reached for the jet-black geometric mask resting on the dresser.

“ If you want to know the real one…” He leaned in, whispering near your ear, his voice like silk-wrapped steel.

“ You’ll have to earn it. Moan it. Beg for it.”

You looked away, chest rising and falling, your mind spiraling from the collision of memory and reality.

But then his voice hardened again.

“ Now pull yourself together. We’ve been gone too long.”

You felt his fingers guiding the silken inner layer of your robe back over your body. Every touch now felt too knowing, too intimate. He moved with clinical precision—dressing you as if assembling a doll.

You didn’t resist.

Couldn’t.

He reached for the onyx mask—intricately carved, cold to the touch. When he placed it against your face, it clicked into place like a ritual.

“ Hide that expression.” He said, stepping back.

“ The VIPs don’t care about grief…or guilt. Only spectacle.”

And just like that, the man once called Young-il vanished again behind his own dark mask.

He opened the door, then paused—glancing back one last time.

“ Remember…” He said softly.

“ In the game…there are no teammates. Only survivors.”

And with that, he led you back into the lion’s den—where laughter, death, and wagers waited…and where the pain of truth now stung sharper than any blade.

Author's Note: What the fuck did I just write? Yes, another dark one-shot story that I write. Please read the warnings before reading this story if you are under the age of 18. Please feel free to leave or disregard this if you are uncomfortable with it.

All of the events in this story are fictional. The red flags mentioned in this story are not something I would tolerate in real life. Please read with responsibility.

[star-girl69]

As much as I love overprotective Clarisse which believe me I DO😍😍 am I the only one who kinda wants to see a protective reader if something happens to Clarisse or even Ivy?!

I feel like Clarisse may just sit back and be Yh that’s my girl 🤭

Literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this

Also I love your writing so much it’s so goodddd I check my phone for any new posts all the time and scream when you do

TYSMMMMM BAE ILY!!!!!! been in a writing slump recently. someone else please write a mind bogglingly good clarisse fic to inspire me again. lord give me strength…

forget the fact this is 2 days late. thank y’all 🙏🙏

anyways officially adding danny to the perfect family bc I DO WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so imagine this

clarisse is participating in some sort of contest

like

idk roman gladiators LMAOOOO

but basically it’s like a big tournament? and yk she’s destroying eating it up cooking, whatever you will

finally she gets to like the semi-finals and atp everyone kinda knows she has it in the bag

her opponents are scared

(trust an underground betting ring was formed. everyone who bet on clarisse is thanking the gods and everyone who didn’t is shaking in their boots)

clarisse is happy bc you and the twins (danny and ivy)

are sitting right in the front row cheering her on

and she got a wonderful good luck kiss from you

so not only is she happy and thinking about that but also she’s convinced that she’ll win just bc she got a kiss from you

so the fight starts, ivy is genuinely SCREECHING at the top of her lungs she’s so me she can’t be normal about anything ever

and you and danny are just regularly cheering for her 😭

eventually someone behind you tells ivy to shut up

YOU WHIP AROUND BC WTF???

harshest death glare in the universe. like even zeus would be a little scared.

ivy doesn’t even notice she’s chill

the other person quickly shuts the fuck up.

then you turn back to watch clarisse and the fights just starting, the other dude is scared and knows his ass barely stands a chance

she’s having fun pummeling him

ugh fight scenes are hard to write

so eventually she tosses his ass to the floor

“GO MOM GO GO GO BEAT HIS ASS MOM BEAT. HIS. ASS.”

“IVY STOP FUCKING SWEARING”

and this dude, who’s laid on the ground, who knows he’s cooked, decides the best option is to grab some dirt and throw it in clarisse’s face

and no one was prepared for this

like clarisse was standing over him with her spear at his throat, smile on her face, everyone knew he was done for- THEN HE DECIDES TO PLAY DIRTY AND DO THIS???

like everyone thought clarisse had it in the bag

the rules for this competition were that you’re not allowed to use anything but your person and/or pre-approved weapon(s)

NOT EVEN CLARISSE WAS EXPECTING IT

SO SHES DISTRACTED BY THE FREAKING DIRT IN HER FACE

SO WHEN THIS BITCH KICKS HER SHE GOES DOWN

DEAD SILENT!!!!!!!

EVERYONE GASPS!!!!!!!

whispers in the crowd… “oh bro is cooked…”

(sorry i’m obsessed w saying cooked rn)

and he is cooked

but by someone unexpected.

clarisse is wiping the dirt off of her face swallowing her shame she can’t believe she got distracted and let herself fall she should have saw it coming but suddenly she hears someone screaming

she opens her eyes and sees you menacingly walking towards this dude, who’s still on the ground and scrambling away

and what’s funny it you’re yelling at him like a mother would

the crowd is giggling…

“THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES. WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT MANNERS??? WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT DECENCY??? SHAME ON YOU SHAME ON YOUR PARENTS SHAME SHAME SHAME”

clarisse is literally sitting there mouth dropped open when you grab his ear and he HOWLS

dragging him back towards clarisse, he’s kicking and screaming and literally CRYING

“HELP HELP HELP ME HELP SHE CANT SO THIS SHE CANT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG”

“YES THE FUCK I CAN YOU BROKE THE FUCKING RULES NOW APOLOGIZE YOU LAWLESS SWINE”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING PLEASE I DIDNT”

one of the apollo kids who organized the event is looking around (kinda enjoying it) but mostly very scared

“technically you did break the rules… sorry pal…”

“PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME”

obviously, this is the hottest thing clarisse has ever seen in her life.

she’s sitting back on her palms, watching in utter amazement, trying not to bite her lip

someone loving clarisse… that gets her going

someone loving clarisse enough to PROTECT HER??? she’s about to explode. EXPLODE. she’s never needed you so bad in her life LMAOOOO 😭

and this bitch is STILL refusing to apologize

like damn it’s not that hard… it’s not like you have any pride left to speak of you just got dragged around by the ear 😭😭 bro you’re cooked just apologize and get out while you can

AND YOU’RE GETTING FED UP WITH IT TOO

“hey, dumbass, why don’t you look at the stands?”

you point, and everyone follows your finger.

ivy is a literal cartoonish whirl of her pink t-shirt and the white shorts with the little trees on them

danny is holding her back (with ease, might i add he’s strong as fuck 💪)

“i’ll let her out.”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING-”

“LET HER OUT”

he barely escapes that attack.

when you finally call ivy off of her attack, she stands next to clarisse, literally growls at the dude, before hugging clarisse

clarisse is still on the ground in utter shock.

she can’t keep her eyes away from you and ivy. she can’t get rid of the GLOWING feeling in her chest

is this… what it’s like… to be loved?

WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH BITCH NOW IM THE ONE CRYING NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

danny eventually walks over and helps her up

then they all watch as you smile sweetly at this very traumatized dude and ask if he’s ready to apologize

“IMMSORRUOHGOEE IMSORHR ESEBIMS YORUUE”

(i’m sorry oh gods im sorry i’m sorry”

then you walk over to clarisse, rolling your eyes and mumbling about bad parenting, girl she pounces on you.

kisses you so hard in front of everyone

ivy and danny are hugging each other and shielding each other’s eyes, screaming, begging for you two to stop

“y/n” she breathes as she pulls away “you are… the most amazing mother, the most amazing girlfriend, and literally the love of my fucking life.”

literally twirling your hair “omg baeeeee you’re too sweet 🤭”

(y’all don’t end up leaving her cabin for a LONG time.)

after this clarisse definitely sort of realizes a whole new side of your relationship. seeing you publicly defend her like that, publicly care about her, love her, omg she is going crazy for you!!!

after this incident she definitely stops calling you her gf.

gives you a really pretty ring she got one of the hephaestus kids to make, starts calling you her wife

and nobody better have a problem w that lol or else they got two ares killing machines, one feral attack dog, and a literal mother who is not afraid to drag you by your ear.

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[kaislashes]

Well I’m deprived and seeing these old gay men made me come out of writing retirement.

Enjoy 18+

Inho is laying under the bunks, trying to get as much sleep in as possible but is awoken by a laugh, wait no there's two people laughing. He's curious at who would be awake other than Gihun who volunteered to keep watch. He finds himself shifting slightly to get a view and he sees Jung Bae sitting rather closely to Gihun, both with big smiles on their faces as they reminiscent about their pasts together. Inho knows he shouldn't care, should just look away but he can't, a nasty feeling gnarling away at his chest. He'd be lying to himself if he said that he wasn't jealous and he can't help but be upset for even allowing that emotion to overcome him.

When he first saw Gihun those 2 years prior at the games he was nothing special, just another player until the games progressed and he proved to be different. The way Gihun held himself, the dedication, commitment to helping others even when his own life was at stake, he was truly human but instead of wanting to reward it he wanted to tear the man down. Finding out that Gihun had spent so much time and money to find him made his heart skip a beat, he was sick for wanting Gihun to find him, for letting him find him but he could careless. He remembers the way he held his breath when Gihun entered the car before the start of the new game, how eager and determined he was to go back in not knowing that he was entering THEIR new game. Inho was already one step ahead and Gihun already lost.

He laid there silently waiting for the telltale sign of Jung Bae getting up and heading to his bunk before soft snores are heard. Inho slides himself out from under the bunk and walks silently up to Gihun and puts a hand on his shoulder a little more firmly than necessary making the man jump slightly before smiling up at him. "I'm going to take watch, you should get some sleep." Inho says quietly and all the other man can do is nod before standing up and making his way back to his own top bunk where he settles in quietly. Inho can't help but get lost in his thoughts while keeping watch, still simmering on the jealousy from the two friends fondness of each other, he tries to distract himself from it but can't help when he finally boils over.

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Gihun lays in his bunk, the room oddly quiet besides a few snores as he finds himself drifting to sleep until he hears someone climbing to ladder to his bed. He sits up ready to strike until he sees who it is, Inho staring at him, faces merely inches apart before he chuckles at him. "You scared me, what're you doing up here?" But Inho doesn't reply, doesn't even so much as smile. The man continues to fully pull himself onto Gihuns bed before shoving his back down onto the bed forcefully and stares down at Gihun who just looks back up dumbfounded. "Inho, what's wrong? Did something happen?" He's looking up at him frantically, a cold chill going down his spine at the emotionless look he's still getting back. He goes to sit up and shove Inho off of him but is met with two hands grabbing both his wrists and pinning them to the bed and his body straddling him fully so he's unable to move. "Did I do someth-" He's cut off when a soft pair of lips roughly slam into his own, he's stunned and doesn't reciprocate at first but soon gives in.

After what feels like a decade Inho pulls away but doesn't move to far, he stares down at him again and takes one of his hands away only to rub it down Gihun cheek in a almost sickly sweet manner but roughly grabbing ahold of his throat, tight enough to cause some panic but loose enough for him to breathe shallowly. "Youre so beautiful like this, so pliant, letting me use you like some whore." I know I should be angry at the words but all they do is send heat straight into Gihuns cock and he finds himself trying to grind into Inho. "Oh, you like that? Fucking slut, are you desperate for every mans cock or just mine?" He lets go of Gihuns throat so he can answer properly. "Just you, only you please help me." He still continues to try to grind into the man on top of him til he's met with a slap across the face, the feeling making him stop completely. "Then why are you strutting yourself around to Jung Bae, huh? Think I wouldn't notice that shit. Should put you in your place."

Gihun looks utterly perplexed, "No, he's just my friend. Promise it's just you please, need you so bad, don't stop." He all but whined. Inho feels his chest swell with pride but shuts it down quickly to focus on pleasuring both himself and the man underneath him. He allows himself to grind his own hardness and the erection that his been pressing into him the whole time and he cant help but groan. "Gonna make you mine forever, you're mine, always gonna be mine." He says possessively but leaning down and lightly biting Gihuns neck before fully baring his teeth into him. He cries out at the feeling knowing skin was definitely broken. He continues thrusting up until he feels himself getting close, "gonna cum, please let me cum" he says pathetically. Inho takes pity on him, also feeling himself approaching his end, he slams his lips against Gihuns roughly, sliding his hand down to pull the mans sweatpants down and his own to let theirs cock rub together. After a few more rushed thrusts Gihun moans lowly as he starts to cum, the feeling of him pulsing against Inho and the warm sensation sends the other man over, he grunts.

Inho rolls onto his back, both mens breathing slowing down and they both just stare at each other. He knew this changed everything now, knew he wasnt ever going to let Gihun leave him ever again.

[tojisth3rdwife]

Hiiii! You are one of my favorite Toji writers ☺️☺️💕… you definitely fuel my Toji brainrot 😩 I was wondering…..how do you think Toji would react if his bae was a hello kitty girl 👀 would he get annoyed with the house getting filled up with hello kitty stuff or would he find it cute in a “my gf is a weirdo way” lol I hope this isn’t weird, I may or may not be a hello kitty girl and I may or may not drool over the idea of wrapping up this big buff man in one of my warm cozy hello kitty blankets….. just wanted to know your thoughts…..do with that what you will ☺️✌🏾💕🎀

Hey love! Thank you so much 🥰🥰 we love some Toji brainrot to break up the day 😂 i love this prompt and it reminds me of a short I wrote a while back about how out of place Toji looks in his girl’s apartment because of how feminine her decor is.

Hello Kitty fits that aesthetic perfectly😌

I wrote this very fast because i like the idea so much so i hope you like it🥰

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It was Toji’s first time coming over and your nerves were on 1000. Not so much because it would be hard to ignore the tension built between the two of you over the months of getting to know eachother. You’d been alone with him enough. You’d already had sex at his house several times, mostly due to convenience and how his place was closer to everything than yours was. His bed was huge and everything smelled like his big manly ass. You were comfortable there with him,so finally having him in your home only felt right. But its not until youre giving him a quick tour of the place that you realize you might have to preface some parts of your apartment.

“Ok..so before I let you in here, you gotta promise not to judge or laugh.”

Toji towered over you in your narrow hallway, looking as good as the devil himself in a plain knitted thermal and joggers. It was late and he was fresh out the shower after a gym session. Coming over for a chill night in was the plan, among other things, and you were just ready to get past the awkwardness now for the sake of it. Toji perks his brow curiously at the way you were guarding your bedroom door with amusement.

“Laugh at what? Is it messy in there?” He smirks and you shake your head.

“Nooo but..”

“Cuz even then I wouldn’t care. As long as I can get to your bed, I'm good.” He adds, looking at you in that way that makes you want to bite your fist. Blinking up at him dazedly, you shake your head again.

“Well, the bed is most definitely accessible. It’s just…fuck it. C’mon..” you abruptly turn on your heels to open the door. It wasn’t like you were hiding something and he already caught hints of what you were into based on little things like your phone’s wallpaper, the band on your Apple watch, and the little tattoo behind your ear. The accents of pink scattered all around your living room and kitchen. The bedroom would just prove how cohesive the theme was throughout the entire apartment. Right?

As youre over thinking, Toji is right behind you as you crossed the threshold, flirtatiously feeling up your booty and making you giggle on the way in.

Its dark at first and Toji’s first thought is how much the room smells like you. Your perfume. Your hair. Whatever room freshener or detergent you used. All those scents melded in the warmth of the four walls as you guided him inside. The carpet felt plushier under Toji’s socked feet and he could already tell this room was the most comfortable room in your place.

The second you flipped on the lights however, Toji’s stoic expression shifts to shock at your bedroom’s decor and he’s hit with the sweet, almost whimsical atmosphere, a stark contrast to the darker themed, no-nonsense aesthetic he was used to. He blinked, taking in the sight before him.

The room was a symphony of pink and white, meticulously coordinated in a way that felt almost like a dream. The walls were painted a soft blush, with a patterned pink accent wall behind the bed that seemed to dance with delicate Hello Kitty motifs. It was like stepping into a bubblegum fantasy land, and Toji felt a wave of confusion wash over him.

You and Toji werent that far apart in age, making you well into being a grown ass woman. Although sweet and sometimes innocent acting, you never gave him the impression of being immature or childlike. But some of the features of your bedroom might have implied otherwise had he not already gotten to know your personality.

His eyes drifted to the bed, a pristine white frame cradling an embossed monochromatic quilt that featured the iconic character in various playful poses, and an assortment of pillows. One pair of huge white pillows that resembled clouds, two light pink satin covered pillows tucked against them, then one large pillow shaped like the iconic feline’s head was nestled in the center.

The bed was inviting, plush, and undeniably feminine. He chuckled lightly under his breath, shaking his head as he tried to process the sheer adorableness of it all.

In the corner, a canopy of soft, flowing fabric hung like a magical curtain, adorned with a mountain of Hello Kitty plushies in varying styles and sizes, each one cuter than the last. Toji’s lips curled into a bemused smile as he approached the collection, running his fingers over the soft fabric of a particularly large plushie that had a goofy, happy expression. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he murmured, half in disbelief, half in admiration.

The white dressers gleamed in the soft light from the white desk lamp, each drawer meticulously organized. A small vanity table sat against one wall, adorned with beauty products and a cute mirror framed in pink. Toji took a step back, surveying the room with a mix of awe and amusement. It was undeniably feminine, yet there was a warmth to it that felt inviting, almost like a hug.

You lingered in the doorway, worrying your bottom lip as you watched him with an expression that was a mix of apprehension and anticipation. You weren’t that social and hadn’t dated anyone long enough to bring them back to your place in a while. You felt exposed like a nerve under inspection.

“Well…What do you think?” You asked, eyes sparkling nervously.

Toji turned to you, looking fucking gigantic and so out of place in your little pink haven. His expression shifts from shock to something softer. Comical even.

“It’s… a lot,” he admitted, a chuckle escaping him. “But I kinda fuck with it. It’s…you.”

You beamed, stepping further into the room as he went back to taking in the details. You watched him approach your dresser, eyeing all of the neatly placed photo frames and squinting to see the grainy 4x6 picture of a little girl and a woman kneeling beside her at some sort of theme park. Both of them were dressed in Hello Kitty t-shirts and pink pleated skirts, with red hair bows pinned into their matching curly hair.

Toji chuckled again, immediately recognizing your dimples on the little girl and similar features on the woman beside you. That was his first time ever seeing a picture of you as a child and the woman that couldn’t be anyone else other than your mother. It was like he was seeing the past and his potential future with you in one image. It was kind of heart warming.

Noticing what had him smirking, you step forward to pick up the picture frame, a melancholic smile spreading your lips.

“This was when my mama took me to Harmony Land when she was stationed in Japan.” You explain, a flood of happy memories twinkling in your eyes. Toji knew very little about your upbringing since you didn’t talk about it much, mainly because you figured that was a sensitive topic for him. But Toji didn’t give a damn. He loved when you spoke fondly of your childhood, being a military brat that got to travel with your single active duty mother. He was glad to hear that she was still alive and that you two spoke often and was oddly interested in meeting her someday.

Toji moves to sit on the edge of the bed,testing the mattress’s buoyancy and relishing in softness of the quilt beneath him.

“I figured that was your mom. Yall look just alike..Fine asses” he tuts his chin towards the picture frame that was still in your hands.

“Alright now…” you warn him, setting the frame back in its place before stepping up to your bed. Toji spreads his huge thighs so that you can step between him, poking his chest with your finger.

“You just got here. Don't make me kick your ass out for talkn’ bout my mama.” You joke and Toji grins up at you smugly, his hands finding their home at the back of your thighs as yours rest over his shoulders per usual.

“What? It was a compliment. Not my fault you both have good genes..” he chuckles, his gaze drops to your lips briefly. You take that as him asking for a kiss, so you give him one. Then another, and Toji’s hands start groping over your cheeks, squeezing them and coaxing you closer.

“Mmhmm..” you acknowledge his excuse against his lips and allow yourself to straddle him as the kiss deepened. Seconds pass and the desire you’d set to a low simmer while Toji took in your bedroom’s interior bubbled back up to the surface when your tongues fell into their familiar dance. You didnt want to wait anymore and your hands were pushing under his shirt to feel up his abs.

“Ok, tours done.” You mutter, pulling away from Toji’s chuckling lips yank his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Youre working on taking your off too when his hands go up to stall you.

“Wait wait…so what happened to being all shy and embarrassed and shit about your room? That's over now or…” he pauses and you go back to undressing, now straddling him in your bra and leggings. You pout thoughtfully as Toji’s fingers sneak up your back to begin unclasping your bra.

“Well, I'm still a little embarrassed..I wasn’t sure how you were gonna react.” You admit. Your tits bounce from the confines of your bra after Toji removed it, that ‘exposed nerve’ intensifying under your man’s hungry gaze. He cups the heavy globes in his hands, pushing them together before pecking your lips.

“I mean, I definitely wasn’t expecting all of this...” He smirked playfully, tweaking your nipples between his fingers. “But if you thought some stuffed animals and pink pillows were gonna stop me from wanting to fuck you on this bed, you're buggn’.”

You laughed, the sound brightening the room even more, and for a moment, Toji forgot about everything else, lost in the warmth of your presence and the charm of your world.

Then he knocked the Sonic rings up outta that thang to further prove his point, and the two of you cuddled under your cozy quilt and watched anime with snacks for the rest of the night.

Do with that what you will😌

a/n: i loved this request! Thank you again for the love😘🥰

[allureasdiary]

What I'd wear with my sp

Inspired by @princessbrunette bunny!reader in her rafe cameron posts and @sugarcandydoll rafe post (my sp def has some elements of the rafe scripts yall been making i couldnt help myself) 😭

♡ Definitely an outfit I'd wear with him out at the country clubs and rich social gatherings bringing a sense of innocent but slutty doll at his side. I'm so gonna get scolded for wearing what he'd call "scraps of fabrics for clothes" in front of all these thirsty men here but let's be honest, we both know it's hot and I ain't talkin bout the weather darlin.

♡ Bae needs chill time with the bros? Time to go more sporty. Playing with the dynamic between femininity but also meshing with men's naturally rough nature. Elements of pretty and sporty paired with sexy and cute. I'll happily be sitting all cute while he plays basketball or watch him horse race with his buddies and colleagues while I read through the latest fashion magazine wondering what my next shopping spree is gonna be like.

♡ aww..daddy has to work AGAIN 🙄 luckily I'm not just a little ditsy bimbo but a smart one as well..at least when I wanna be hehe. This calls for going full on preppy and sophisticated. Mini skirts still gonna happen though hehe.

♡ Now let's get to the good stuff, PARTY TIMEEE!! ..or at least the arrival hehe. Ofc my man is sitting with some of the hottest names in the industry like beyonce and Jay z, Sofia Richie, hell even the royals of England. But who's on the side of him? Me thats who, his finest treasure he just debut to show off to the whole world. So why not make a good first impression. Definitely faux fur, sleek sheer fabric gowns, satin silk slip dresses paired with a fur coat. Something sexy but definitely elegant giving room for an eye of luxe towards a crown jewel such as myself. A mixture of royal and romance. Plus with a nice slit, makes teasing so much easier at that gala dinner table and bathroom doesn't it? 🤭

♡ Finally its after party timee!! This calls for the highest of high heels and miniest dress you can find. Handbags are essential and a lil cheetah print definitely screams sex symbol of the night once again. Ofc he's probably gonna beat up any man who looks at my figure matter fact even has a thought on it. Ooh and can't forget the princess tiara, oh what would a little heiress like me be without her.

[zoniteillusion-pyritedreams]

Im curious is ni-ki possessive person as a partner?? Im curious it has different views from other readers some says no some says yes so? Thankyou♡

🖤✨ “What’s Niki of Enhypen Like As a Romantic Partner?”

aka: Possessive Boyfriend or Chill Bae? Let Aphrodite + Nyx Spill the Divine Tea 🍵

Okay Dreamweavers, gather ‘round.

I lit the candles, put on some sultry background music, and asked Aphrodite to give us the full 411 on Niki's love game while Nyx sat in the shadows making sure the truth got through. 😌💋

And oh ho ho girl... the cards gave us a novella.

We’re talking drama, depth, devotion, and just a touch of chaos. Let’s break it down so even your emotionally unavailable ex can understand. 💅

💌 Niki as a Lover: The Light Side

(The green flags, the soft-core romance anime vibes)

Dedicated as hell. When Niki falls, he falls hard and he’ll work to make it last. He's not the type to do half-hearted love; he puts in the effort, learns your love language, and shows up consistently. Expect thoughtful gestures, late-night talks, and surprise “I was thinking of you” texts.

🧠 Deep and introspective. There’s a very “I think about everything before I say anything” vibe. He’ll analyze how he feels, what you feel, and what the future holds. Low-key might write poems about you and never show you. 😭

💗 Emotionally intense but loyal. His love isn’t light and fluffy it’s soul-deep. He's all about emotional fusion, but only with someone who truly gets him. Once you’re “his person,” YOU’RE IT. Full-on ride-or-die.

🧸 He gives safe space energy. You’ll feel like you can be your messy, soft, and chaotic self without judgment (He likes a little mess & also Loki gives off that he likes a partner that might be a little jealous). He wants to nurture and be nurtured.

🌒 Niki in Love: The Shadow Side

(The drama, the angst, the inner monologue that sounds like a 3AM Tumblr post)

😮‍💨 Overthinker with a PhD in spiraling. He will absolutely create 15 different scenarios in his head about why you didn’t text back, all within 4 minutes. One missed emoji and he’s questioning the relationship like it’s a final exam.

🖤 Possessive? Yes emotionally.

Not in a creepy “don’t talk to anyone” way, but in a “I want to be your favorite person, why am I not your favorite person, tell me I’m your favorite person” way. (He's competitive for attention + emotionally moody if he feels neglected.)

🧨 Can bottle things up until they explode. He’s not always great at expressing when something hurts or upsets him... but you Will feel the energy shift when he’s mad. Silent stares. Minimal words. Vibes. 😬

💤 Loses steam if he feels taken for granted. He wants passion and connection (Low key Edward Cullen X Bella Swan vibes. I literally just thought of that one line from the movie where he was like. You're like my own personal brand of heroin or this is the skin of a killer Bella and then how they just mutily stare at each other for like 20 minutes in silence that kind of intensity vibes) so if the spark fades or feels one-sided, he pulls back/either to fix it or protect his heart.

💔 Big heartbreak scars. He’s been hurt (I don't know this man is just very Twilight coded cuz again I thought about that scene where Bella's just sitting in her room and it's like 7 months pass by and she's just sitting there staring out the window. It's definitely what his little heartbreak felt like. And I say little heartbreak just because like it's definitely giving me like Middle School romance I don't know why. I'm pretty sure this boy didn't go to high school and I mean that in like typical Idol fashion where they just start working so damn much that they don't have time to go to school. And I'm also pretty sure I've heard people talk about that so I definitely don't think it was like a teenage romance it feels like it was a preteen romance that might have happened before like the fame and everything came along but it really shook how he felt about love and shit like that. I also feel like he's definitely had a few like situationships as a Idol not a lot but enough of them that makes him feel like okay if I'm not getting passion and attention from my partner then like fucking Tinkerbell I will die bitch I will end the relationship before they do because I feel like that's how all his situations ended like the other person started drawing back and then he noticed and then by the time he was going to do or say something it was too late so now he's like I will beat you to the punchline.) and those old wounds still echo. So if you ever trigger abandonment or rejection feelings, even by accident, he might emotionally withdraw or lash out before you get the chance to hurt him.

🔥 Is Niki Possessive or Low-Key?

Answer: Possessive but not in the “you’re mine” way.

More like... “You’re my comfort person and I want to mean as much to you as you do to me, and I’ll quietly melt if I feel otherwise.”

He won’t cage you, but he’ll crave reassurance, emotional validation, and proof that he matters. A little clingy when he’s in love, but it’s the cute kind. 💞

🌕 Niki’s Love Vibes

Deep, emotional, & intense.

Will work HARD for the relationship.

Loyal to a fault, but gets in his head often.

Needs someone soft but grounded—who reassures him but also gives him emotional freedom.

Can go from chill to emotional hurricane if ignored or misunderstood.

Wants something real, not surface-level love. This boy is here for the soul connection.

✨ Disclaimer: This is a tarot-based interpretation meant for entertainment and insight. I do not know Niki personally, and this reading is all about vibes, not verified facts. Sending love 💖

( also in case any of you guys are wondering why I keep getting disclaimers at the end it's because I had one too many ask before of people sitting there and telling me that other people did not sit there and read certain people the same way. And accusing me of not knowing what the hell I'm doing and that shit's annoying like this is a divination tool people change all of the damn time. I literally do readings on myself like once a month and even the way that like my life is going changes constantly nothing is set in stone people change all the time. Also people pick up on different energies all the time so if I have to do a disclaimer so people will stop sitting there and thinking that I'm like purposely giving out information that doesn't make sense as far as they're concerned or they don't understand it that's not on me it's on you.)

[myleelovesfood]

Say please pt. 4

Warnings: cussing.

Genre: angst, angst angst and you guessed it.. angst.

Authors note: you guys I might be able to write a little bit more since I’m free this weekend so we’ll see ;) and if you saw the draft I accidentally posted… no you didn’t.

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6 months! 6 entire months had gone by and I still hadn’t told Jey, I haven’t talked to Trinity or anyone associated with work for that matter. I was isolating myself away from the world and I still haven’t told my boss why I have been gone for so long. My phone was always on do not disturb so no one from work could reach me. I was just under loads of pressure and stress that I had completely forgotten about doctors appointment. I hurriedly put some clothes on grabbed my keys and rushed out of the door.

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Jey’s POV:

“Man Uce Im fr I legit think that the royal rumble might have something to do w-” before jimmy could finish his sentence Trinity came into the room looking stressed. “Damn bae what’s wrong witchu?” Jimmy asked with a look of concern and his voiced laced with a hint of playfulness. “Fantasia isn’t answering the phone still!” Trinity said to Jimmy. “Babe I think she still needs some time you know with what she has going on-” “but 6 Whole months!?” Trinity interrupted him again. “Woah woah back up what the fuck is wrong with Fantasia?” Jey asked a look of concern etched across his face. “She still hasn’t told you?” Trinity asked. “Told me what?” Jey said whilst picking up a water bottle. “I don’t think I can keep hiding this from him Trin and Fantasia isn’t gonna tell him anytime soon.” Jimmy said as he got up and went over to Trinity and she nodded. “Jey do you remember when you and Tasia hooked up on the night we all stayed at that hotel..?” She asked slowly. “Yeah why?” Jey asked while taking a sip of his water. “Fanny is pregnant Jey.” Jey chocked on his water. “Fantasia is what?!” Jey yelled. “Shhhhhh! She’s pregnant and we don’t know where she is it’s been 6 months since I last saw her!” Trinity said. “What the fuck do you mean you haven’t seen her in six months?!” Jey yelled. “I gotta go. Now.” Jey said while he grabbed his keys and his jacket. “Wait we’re coming too!” Jimmy said as he grabbed his jacket and Trinity did the same rushing out the door and into Jeys car. “How could you guys not get into contact with her in 6 whole months?! She’s pregnant for crying out loud!” Jey yelled as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I’ve been trying it’s like she blocked me or her phone is on Do not Disturb!” Trinity said in the back seat while jimmy tried calming Jey down. “Aye chill uce it’s cool we’ll find her.” He said. Jey couldn’t focus on his words his mind was running wild with thoughts on how you’re doing and if the baby is ok. Sooner than later they made it to Fanny’s house and Jey banged on the door. “Fanny! Baby it’s me please open the door!” He yelled. “I don’t think anyone’s home Jey her car isn’t in the driveway.” Trinity said but Jey ignored her words. He looked under the mat for any key and he found the one I left under there in case of an emergency. He picked it up and unlocked the door and started raiding the house for Fanny and soon everyone was around the big house calling her name and looking for her.

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Things at the doctors office wasn’t looking so well for Fantasia either. “Ms Nicole I’m ready for you.” Dr Warren said peeping her head out of her room. I stood up and headed for the door to the room. Once inside she checked my heart beat and a bunch of other things to make sure that me and the baby were ok and after those check ups she sat me down. “You ready to know the sex?” She said with a smile on her face. “Yeah it’s not like I’m throwing a party anyway.” I laughed it off. “Ok and she’s a girl.” Dr Warren said with a smile but soon it faded. “That’s amazing why do you look so down is she ok?” I asked concern etched across my face. “Yes she’s fine but you aren’t. Fantasia I’m diagnosing you with Preeclampsia it’s pretty common in pregnant woman and in your case if you have this baby you may die.” She said with a deep unreadable expression on her face. I was taken aback by her shocking news. “I-I don’t know what to say..I’ll die after I have my baby?” I asked. “That is if you choose to have her-” “of course. I’ll do it.” I said a look of pain and bravery laced in my voice. “Fantasia are you sure?” She said. “Yes ma’am I’m positive. And if there isn’t anything else I need to get home.” I said as I slowly got up and off on the chair I was sitting on and dr Warren was quick to help me. “Fantasia you are a Dear friend of mine. Imagine how many people you’ll hurt if you do this!” She said. “I know Luna and it’ll all be worth it as long as my baby girl lives.” I looked at her with a consoling expression as I watched the tears run down her face. “Shhhh don’t cry it’s ok.” I hugged her. “It’s gonna be ok. I promise.” I said soothing her. I’ve gotta get home Luna but I promise I won’t be late for my check up next week!” I said while grabbing my things and blowing her a kiss. “Bye Fantasia and promise you won’t be late!” She yelled and I playfully waved my hand while walking to my car. Once inside that was when I could let all of my emotions out. I cried until my throat felt sore. I called my momma and asked her if I could come over to her house and spend a couple of nights over and of course she said yes. I pulled out of the offices driveway and started my route to home so I could pack my bags.

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“We’ve searched top to bottom Uce. She’s not here.” Jimmy said to his twin hoping he’ll listen to him. “We could come back tomorrow but I think we should leave.” Trinity said with a consoling look on her face. “Yeah I guess you guys are right let’s get up outta here.” Jey said as he grabbed his keys and the extra one and locked the door and slipped that key back under the mat before leaving. And about five minutes after they left Fantasia was back home and packing clothes up for her moms. She packed sweaters shoes toiletries and a more outfits, after she did she grabbed her keys and left the house again.

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“Momma?! I yelled from the entrance. “Come on in baby! It’s so cold out there!” My mom yelled from the kitchen. “Oh my! Are you hungry did you eat you know you’re carrying my grand baby so you’ve got to eat something!” She hurriedly spoke. “I am pretty hungry mom but not right now I just need a shower please.” I said exhaustion in my tone as I threw my bags on the couch. My mom and sisters were the only people I had been talking to since I last seen Trinity or Jey or anyone. “Ok well you get comfortable and I’m gonna make you some broccoli and shrimp Alfredo.” She said as she whipped out a bunch of pots and pans. “Thanks mommy and is Francesca here?” I say referring to my little sister. “She should be upstairs so you can go say hi to her.” My mom said as she boiled the water for the pasta. “I slowly walked up the stairs and headed to my little sisters room. “Knock knock!” I say as I open the door and see my sister braiding her hair. “Fantasia!” She squealed as she ran up to me and hugged me. “Hi bug! Where’s Florence?” I asked referring to my other little sister. “She’s in the shower she’ll be out in a second.” She says as she goes back to her vanity to finish braiding her hair. “I need one too so I’ll just take one downstairs.” I say as I close her door and grab my pajamas so I could shower. After my much needed shower I talked to my other sister Florence and we all came downstairs and ate dinner together. After dinner we all cuddled up on the couch and watched movies together for the rest of the night.

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THE END☹️

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[kimbap-r0ll]

Dorm Leaders Meet Villain Counterparts

If my childhood self saw Twst, I feel like she would combust because it's literally two parts of my childhood put together (anime and Disney). But here's something I thought of for Halloween or for some writing in general, hope you enjoy!

Riddle

I feel like he would kind of fangirl, like omg this is literally a Great Seven just standing in front of him!

Is extremely polite, the queen probably likes him because he remembers every rule, every little thing that will get him on his good side.

The two of them probably get along to some extent, though I feel like even if she is kinda bonkers, she would feel a little bad for how he basically had no childhood. Like yeah Riddle's the role-model student and dorm leader, but this kid hasn't had much fun in his life. Might actually be a little more chill with him haha

Overall the two of them are definitely immediate friends and will be a nightmare to Ace and Deuce. I can see these two enjoying tea together while Ace and Deuce have to paint flowers lmaooo

Leona

How does this work? Like a lion meeting a beastman? I feel like Scar would be more confused than Leona like "what is going on this guy's like half me?"

I feel like they wouldn't really have a fangirling moment like Riddle did, but they are definitely chill together. Like Leona might be like "Imma sleep here" and Scar's like "👍" and they don't bother each other. Do I think Scar will try to eat Leona? No. But will he try to eat other students? Maybe

The two totally understand the whole "my-brother-got-all-the-attention" feeling and might bond a bit with that. Not sure what that would look like, but they might complain about how Mufasa/Farena feel too pompous. Oh, and they don't like kids, find them annoying haha

I really have no idea how this would look like since it would look like a lion just standing around in a dorm lobby with a prince just like "yo whattup bro" but I would love to see it!

Azul

Definitely fangirls a little bit, might scare Ursula a tad because he seems to know everything about her? I mean, great at least she's regarding as a "benevolent" person

The two are totally going to plot for someone's demise together and make a fail-proof plan to take over the school. Crowley stops the two from going too far but they have the plan, it might happen any day lol. They definitely talk about their favorite spells and potions for sure

I feel like Ursula would feel kinda bad for Azul too, sort of like Riddle's case. Will remind him to not worry about others since she thinks he's much better than all of the other students. Azul might tear up a bit (the two share a small wholesome moment before going back to business-related stuff)

I feel like it would be kinda fun to see how they would act together. I think they would at first notice each others' scams and then be like "omg great minds think alike" lmaoo

Kalim (feat. Jamil)

Kalim thinks Jafar looks scary, but nonetheless is super hyped to meet him. Will throw a big party and it might cause the sorcerer to be low-key stunned by all of the attention. If Iago's there, he definitely got a biscuit/cracker from Kalim by force

I feel like Jafar will talk more to Jamil than Kalim while he's busy trying to chase Iago down by carpet (please a carpet chase please) mainly because Jafar kinda feels bad for Jamil. Like this guy's had almost the same life as he did, but Jamil is like "nope don't worry I have a plan 😈"

Jamil probably likes Iago because he's always wanted a parrot as a pet, will likely not force a cracker/biscuit which helps Iago warm up to him faster than Kalim.

I think all of these characters could hit it off well, but it's honestly kinda awkward when Jafar's like "I was going to overthrow the sultan" and then Kalim's like "...that lowkey feels familiar but imma let that slide 💀"

Vil

The two are immediately like "you're beautiful queen" "thank you bae" 😭

I literally feel like they would bash their respective rivals while doing skin care together. Like they'll be like "xyz is so annoying" whlie lying down on a couch and the other one is like "fr." Iconic, and definitely all the students can tell the Evil Queen has a regal air about her. Vil doesn't fangirl as much as the others, but he definitely says that he respects her a lot

I think the Evil Queen, as evil as she is, will still feel bad for Vil since she can see how much effort and work he puts into his work. He's a model, an influencer, a dorm leader, all at once and it feels like not a lot of people respect him as much as they should. Definitely tells him that he's doing well

The two of them need to do a collaboration of some kind, and if she happens to help him out on dorm duties one day all of the students are like "oh no it's like 2 Vils at once" lol

Idia

I actually really want to see this, probably will be the funniest interaction because they're almost like polar opposites. Hades is all like "Hades, Lord of the Underworld how'rya doin?" and Idia's like "...eep"

While Hades is around Twisted Wonderland he'll definitely try to raise idia's confidence. Will take him all around campus to get him to talk to people and also to show off his own skills lol. But Hades probably loved watching Idia play video games, like damn why's he so good at rhythm games 💀

Will find Ortho super adorable, but definitely felt really bad about Ortho and Idia's backstory. He may be evil in the Disney version of Greek mythology, but I feel like Hades would still have a bit of a heart to feel bad for Idia, like he's gone through so much in so little time. Probs gave him a hug too

The two of them have definitely tried playing some games together, and whenever the two of them got angry at a boss it was like the room lit up red because of their hair lol. Idia probably thought it was super cool that Hades had similar hair to him, maybe fangirled a little bit about that

Malleus

I feel like the two would have the chillest conversations out of all of them because they just feel like the cool-headed ones. Malleus definitely is respectful towards her, and she is too. Definitely praised him for his magic abilities

The two have bonded over their lack of party invitations, but Malleus is like "oh I've been getting invited to a house tho!" and then boom Yuu has to meet one of the greatest Disney villains of all time while in their pajamas lol

I feel like for sure Maleficent thinks Malleus is a super cool person, might want to meet his mother too just because it might be an interesting interaction. Nonetheless the two of them are super chill. Sebek will want to talk to her too just because she's just so popular

Will Malleus geek out about grotesques and gargoyles to her? Yes. Is it fun for her? Surprisingly so! I feel like even if she's known as the Mistress of Evil, she might like smaller more mundane things like medieval architecture, and it's always fun to hear from Malleus so why not? She has definitely asked Yuu about their life and experiences which might've scared the shit out of them but still haha

[ihearthoon]

zb1 most protective/ possessive to least



jiwoong

gunwook

ricky

these three are honestly tied 😭😭😭.jiwoong being older i js feel like he always has the need to protect anyone and especially the person he loves the most. these three hate seeing u get in any pain or if anyone causes you pained TRUST these three would deadass fight for u. gunwook hates how everywhere u go u get stares, hes like ur bodyguard 😭. type to say it’s okay bae u can wear whatever u want cuz ur boyfriend can fight.he’s got the biggest staring problem and would look right back at any weirdo trying to get at you. he would deadass laugh in there face and walk away or if they went to far he would js start swinging. ricky is so over protective he would never wanna see his baby getting hurt:(. he would be the most caring and thoughtful bf ever.:(ricky gets so jealous so easily and is scared of the thought of ever losing u.but he knows he can’t get replaced and no one will ever be him

zhanghao 😭SASSY ASS MAN. LORD DONT PISS HIM OFF AND TRY TO MAKE HIM JEALOUS CUZ TRUST THE ONE WHO WILL END UP GETTING HURT IS U. come on now.. he’s a leo…..nothing else to say…he HATES the thought of anyone even being close to u that’s not him. he wants u to himself and only him. he doesn’t care if he’s selfish. your his and only his.he doesn’t care. he knows he’s worth sm and that u will never be able to find any one better/ or even close to him.but at the same time he would do anything for his baby even if it was something small like holding a pot of hot water js cause the handle was hot :( he wouldn’t want his baby to get hurt now would he:(

matthew HE SWEARSSS HES OPPA MATTHEW😭😭AnD..he lowkey is… tbh he all three possessive, jealous and overprotective. but he gets jelaous the most. idk why but i feel like matthew js sees u as the most perfect gf ever and feels like any second u could possible find someone better..:( he js genuine loves u sm and HATES the thought of u with some else that’s not HIM. his bear hugs>>>>if anyone tried to flirt with u i feel like he would js walk away holding hands with u and go home to show u who u belong to and why there’s no one else that can have what’s his.

hanbin he’s definitely the overprotective type. but at the same time he knows how much u both genuine love each other and is secure in y’all’s relationship  to the point he doesn’t even see anyone taking u from him.i mean why would u want anyone else when u got HANBIN? jealous hanbin is a SIGHT TO SEE🥵.tbh i feel like he gets jealous all the time with dudes that are handsome but would never tell u. if anyone tried asking u for ur number while he was in another aisle and came back he would give the guy the most stank look ever and put his arm around ur neck and walk away and laugh. he would say haha it’s so funny how these dudes even think they have a chance of having what’s mine. he’s very mature and has lots of trust in u and the relationship.

gyuvin he’s also protective but js not as much as the other guys… he’s just chill and he knows no guy would come up to you when ur with him. i mean js look at him. his height alone scares man away from even thinking about asking u for ur number. he’s another one that has sm trust in u and he sees u as his first and last love forever. but don’t get it mixed up he would fight the whole world if anything hurt u.he would do anything and everything for u. i need a gyuvin………

taerae

TAEEEE..now HEs the jealous and overprotective type but not rlly the possessive type like that.i mean yes what’s his is HIS. and ONLY HIS. he would let u wear anything and everything u want. HE HATES SEEING U CLOSE WITH ANY OTHER GUYS THATS NOT HIM. HE WANTS U FOR HIMSELF AND ONLY HIM.ur his baby

[rizzkisworld]

Not So Lonely - Yixiang/Nicholas

Pairing: bf! Nicholas x fem! reader

Genre: fluff fluff fr fr

Warnings: none??? Mentions of petname baby if that makes you uncomfy

Synopsis: just you and your bf chilling for the first time in a while

A/N: Thought about my bae @nicholasluvbot and had to write something for Nicholas

Tonight was like any other night. Just you... All alone.... In your room. The time was 10:15 pm. It was honestly times like this where you missed your boyfriend the most. He was nowhere to be found. You know he's been busy with work, but you wish he would have some time off for you. However, you weren't the type of girlfriend who'd intervene with his work. You tried to be patient and not stress him. But now, you needed him. His hugs, his kisses, his sweet words, to stare at his handsome face.

Scrolling through your phone, while laying across the bed, you glance up at the time. 11:45. You'd been on your phone for so long, you didn't even notice the time going by. You waited patiently for his text. At this point you were starting to get tired. It was no use. Instead of waiting you should be in bed.

Well, that's not how your night went. It was past midnight now. Though you felt sleepy, you just couldn't fall asleep. Maybe it's because you were busy thinking about him. But why? He's probably not gonna text you until the morning. But that didn't sit right with you.

Knock Knock Knock

You heard three knocks coming from the door of your apartment. Who could it be? At this hour especially? Is there some type of emergency? Immediately hopping out of bed, almost tripping over your covers as you sloppily threw them off your body, you ran to the door. Nerves were running through your body, until you looked through the peephole.

Seeing that face you missed for days, weeks, probably a month even. You immediately opened the door, revealing that charming smile you fell in love with from the get-go. "Long time no see-" Before Nicholas could properly finish, you embraced him. "You're here!" You felt all the nerves in your body slip away.

Pulling him inside and closing the door, locking it, you noticed a bag in his hand. "What's that?" You pointed to the bag, looking up at Nicholas with those pretty eyes of yours. "Oh this? It's nothing really." Nicholas teased. You knew it was for you. He always spoiled you with the best gifts. The best gift being his quality time with you of course.

You let Nicholas have a moment to freshen up, and settle down for the night. The sleepiness? Gone. Only thing on your mind was him and him only and vice versa. Sitting on the bed, patiently waiting, Nicholas walked through your bedroom door. He placed the bag full of who knows what on your bed. "All for you baby." Nicholas flashed his gorgeous smile at you.

Opening the bag, you found freshly baked donuts from a bakery and a matching pj set. "These smell so good." You took a whiff of the delicious donuts. "For us to share, and I was thinking... Maybe a movie?" Nicholas titled his head, waiting for your response. "Deal!"

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Time went by real fast whenever you were laying with him. The movie you guys watched finally came to an end and you guys finished the donuts. Now, you both were tired. "Nicho, I'm tired." You buried your face in the pillows. "Then sleep! I'm right here, and I won't be leaving for the whole day." You perked up at his words. "Really?" Nicholas swears he saw stars form in your eyes. "Mhm." Nicholas placed plenty calculated kisses on your face.

Now you were eager to sleep. Just so that the morning could arrive quicker(as if it lowkey ain't already almost morning time) and you could spend all day with your boyfriend. "I love you." "I love you more."

Hope you enjoyed! Hope the day treats ya well! 💋🫶🏽

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[mixxtopos]

Fe3O4: Forward rambling under the cut. Warning, long:

First of all, I LOVE how this album takes some effort to digest. I do enjoy easy listening as well of course, but a big part of what makes kpop fun is songs that take a while to figure out and have lots of layers to delve into.

A big shoutout to SQU4D's A&R Team. I love a lot of NMIXX's earlier stuff too (yes I am an O.O shooter fight me), but I feel they've really been picking excellent songs for the girls for the Fe3O4 trilogy. I and many others feel that Fe3O4 is where the creative team really started to hit their stride, and it's reflected the group's rise in popularity. Dash and Fe3O4: Break made me an NSWER, and I'm so glad to see the quality continued throughout the trilogy.

Thoughts on individual songs-

High Horse I loved her on first listen. I loved how the drums coming in after that melancholy piano intro threw me for a loop. I loved how the distortion in the final chorus shocked and confused me. I loved that it's something so new and fresh for the girls. I love that they incorporated contemporary dance into the choreo. I have never heard the girls' voices better utilised on a song. Every member gets a standout part. I also love how they played with their delivery. Jiwoo's raspy voice in her chorus is so addictive. Bae's lower register suited the song so well. Sullyoon's "go on, go on" was so powerful and she finished the song beautifully. Kyujin got her big vocal moment and it was stunning. I am obsessed with Lily's delivery in the chorus and she was angelic in the bridge. Let's talk about the goddamn bridge for a minute. THE HAELY DUO DANCE ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? And I am so overjoyed to see Haewon get her big climactic vocal moment in a song. She's had the vocal chops since debut but being in the same group as THE Lily as well as so many other great vocalists mean she isn't always treated as a main vocal in the line distribution. I'm so happy for her, she sounds amazing. I am in love with High Horse, it's easily my number 1 on the album and I'm so glad it's the promoted bside.

Know About Me I really like it! The production is really lush, I'm obsessed with everyone's mm-mms in the chorus, and Jiwoo's rap is really addictive. Even though it's more of a chill song it has some bigger moments that release tension, namely the dance break and Lily's excellent vocal moment leading up to the 2nd chorus. Haely's adlibs and harmonies are on point as always, I will never get tired of them. Haewon's "show you that, show you that, mm-mm" in the final chorus scratches an itch in my brain just right. A gripe I do have is that the second verse is really short. I see this in a lot of songs and I'm not a fan, it always feel like they're rushing to the next chorus. I'm one of those people who hates 2 minute songs. I wouldn't say Know About Me feels incomplete necessarily, but it could certainly be longer without overstaying its welcome. SQU4D definitely went for something more GP friendly for the TT. I know this bothers some fans, but for me I don't really care as long as the song is good. It feels fresh for NMIXX in terms of vibe and choreo. Though sadly as of now the song hasn't caught on in Korea. This could certainly change as they promote further. I hope to see this comeback bring great results for them. But if in the end they simply continue their steady rise, that's a good direction to go in.

Slingshot YOU CAN'T STOP ME, I'M GOING SO FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST This song is a fucking rollercoaster. It feels longer than it is because of how it's constantly changing up. Though I would certainly not complain if it was longer. My favourite parts are Lily and Haewon's lines before the choruses and the change up. It's so goddamn bouncy and funky and I would kill to have a longer section of it. And Sullyoon's deep voice lines at the end? They did it for the girls and gays.

Golden Recipe Dem Jointz songs are either song of the year or they make you want to saw off your ears. I had high hopes for this one since I think Tank is a masterpiece and I really like Sickuhh. Sadly this one isn't hitting the same for me. I like it more after a few listens than I did at first (oh dear have i become one of those stockholm syndromed kpop fans lol). There are things I genuinely like about it. I really like how the harmonies build across every chorus. It adds depth to an otherwise very repetitive song. Personally I vibe with the brrrrrah sample and the weird strings. But my biggest problem with the song is the constant "give me that, give me that yum yum" and "it's so yummy". I don't know if it's Justin Bieber Yummy trauma or the word just gives me the ick, but I don't like it there and I can't take it seriously. I will say though, "prep it, cook it, serve it" is iconic. Honestly with some lyrical tweaks I would really fuck with this, but as it stands I find it just fine. Pspspspssps Dem Jointz if you ever wanna just like make Tank pt 2 for the mixxies I would eat that shit up.

Papillon I think of all the songs Papillon took the longest for me to digest. It is such an interesting song and I find now it really hits for me. The opening is so atmospheric and I'm glad they just let it marinate a bit before the vocals start. Bae was the perfect choice to open this song. Lily and Haewon once again devouring with the pre-choruses. The frantic pace of the chorus is such a cool contrast to hip and more chill pre-chorus. But why is this song 2:38? I hate when songs just end after the 2nd chorus. There are so many interesting instrumental elements to this song that I'm sure they could have made an engaging bridge easily.

Ocean This song is so damn beautiful. The piano feels like the gentle rise and fall of waves and I love that they used actual wave sounds in the track, it's so calming. The Big Damn Vocal Chorus is so satisfying. The change up is so cute and fits in well. The harmonised "aahs" after the chorus are simply gorgeous and I can't wait to hear them perform this. But again, and I'm gonna sound like a broken record, where is the rest of the song?? If any track on this album deserved a bridge and BIG DAMN FINAL CHORUS it's Ocean. The outro could easily have been a bridge if they had the music building up instead of winding down. I've been listening to some of Mamamoo and Red Velvet's ballads lately and god I miss good ol 4-5 minute kpop ballads.

Overall thoughts: My biggest gripe with the album is the song lengths on some songs. I don't find NMIXX's songs as egregiously short as some other artists but I'm still gonna call out when I think song quality and the song as a piece of art is compromised in the name of more streams. In terms of the quality of the music though I adore Forward, I love how fucking weird it is. It is easily NMIXX's weirdest album to date, and I hope they keep making weird music.

My current song ranking High Horse > Slingshot > Know About Me = Papillon = Ocean > Golden Recipe

If you've read this far- wow, thank you. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings to some extent at least. I assume if you've read this far you're a pretty big NSWER, so feel free to drop into my inbox to discuss the album and the girls if you want. I'm interested to hear what other NSWERs think of Forward; where you agree with me, where you disagree, and what songs were your favourite.

Happy comeback season everyone!

[clancycatears]

clancy, love!! can you answer 58, 60 and 67 for the ask game? <3 i'm so curious

bel, my love, of course i can. anything for you. 🤍

58. what are five ways to win my heart?

ohhh i have many more than five (given my very long list of standards), but let's seee. my tops would have to be:

being a cat lover. i don't care if you like dogs, i like dogs too, but i prefer cats by a long shot. i have four kitties living with me rn, and if there's even a SLIGHT "aww, your cat's so cute" i'm dead. melting into a puddle on the floor. yes, she's the cutest thing on the planet. keep talking.

letting me paint your nails. look, i am not at all a professional manicurist. your nails might look a li'l shitty. but it's the thought that counts. bonus points if we get a matching set. omgomgomg. <333

words of affirmation. far from my love language (i'm physical touch all the way) but little compliments about my accomplishments, my body (especially my body. kill the beast that is body dysmorphia), the effort i put into my life, literally anything, and i'm swooning.

pet names, pet names, pet names. and not the boring "babe" or "bae", the good stuff. love, sweetheart, baby, honey, lovie, lovely, hell, even something unique like berry will have me in a chokehold. (story time: my coworker addressed me like "what were you saying, love?" and i died. true fact. i'm writing this from my grave, actually.)

FOOD DATES!!! literally my favorite thing to do when i'm out of town is go treat myself with a cuppa boba. all i need is another person with a hand on my hip while i order, and i'm golden. I LOVE GOING OUT TO EATTT. (yes, i always split bills or pay the full tab. i'm very no nonsense when it comes to that. let me treat you grrr.)

60. what is the biggest age difference between me and any of my partners?

so, uh, fun fact. i've only had one genuine partner in my entire life. lmao. we first started dating when he was 16 and i was 17, ended at 17 and 18. (ohhh how i'd kill for an older man right about now.........)

the answer for that, though: 11 months. i'm such a cougar.

67. what is your idea of a perfect date?

if we're talkin' first date, definitely going out to get a drink. not alcohol (i'm a nondrinker), not coffee (my favorite source of caffeine that i'll drink are monsters, lmao, i hate coffee), but a little fruity drink. like the aforementioned boba or a smoothie.

i hate the idea of people watching me eat for the first time (insecurities are mean). and as much as i love going to the movies, the fact that you don't have a chance to talk much kinda ruins the whole aspect of a "first date", because you're trying to get to know each other.

but if i'm really deep into a relationship, oh my god, i would love an aquarium date or a trip to a planetarium. one of my biggest fascinations is space, the stars, the constellations, the planets, anything astronomy. and i just love watching little fishies swimmin' 'round in a tank. the jellyfish are my favs, but i love going to the little stingray or baby shark petting exhibits. OH, and the dolphin or sea lion shows, EEEK!

and a good money saver would just be a chill day at home. maybe drawing together, tidying up (something about domestic cleaning TOGETHER gets to me), watching a movie while cuddling up on the couch or the bed, or baking desserts or cooking dinner together. ohhh, yes, i can picture it now. me and kyle when we—*gunshot to save you another ramble*

the ask game (for those interested)

[randomizer971]

WAKFU THE GREAT WAVE - Chapter 13

Beware of spoilers, bad editing and overuse of gif.

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Oh, look another glowing McGuffin!

Are these the other Primordial Dragons? One of them looked like Terrakourial. Are they trapped, or something? Healing? In cryo-sleep?

Anyway, is this my boy standing in front of the light orb?!

It's him! It's DARDONDAKAL! Let's goooooooo *inhuman screeching!* Look at him! Look at my beautiful bat boy! So fluffy, even in his humanoid form! So majestic! 🙏

Giant Bat attacks Elite Goth Queen => Gets wrecked in 0.5 seconds.

Julith is so perfect! 😍 The close-up with her blades was amazing! If this webtoon gets animated, I might ascend thanks to all those great scenes.

Me after hyping up Little Dardar only to watch him lose miserably:

Petit Lardon 🥓 over there really thought he was cooking. Now, look what happens when you rush into things without thinking! All those years, all this knowledge, still no wisdom. smh. How can you call yourself a dragon and lose to a freshly resurrected corpse with no Dofus? And he didn't even land one hit! Embarrassing!

Rasalar helping up Dardar, while Julith is chilling with her blades (left), colourised :

Not only is Dardondakal weak, but he is also loudly self-righteous ?! Why is he talking so high and mighty like he didn't just get folded two seconds ago? Boy is still shaking like a newborn kitten! Reminds me of Adamaï with him losing like a wimp in Season 4. Seriously, all those Primordial Dragons are an embarrassment so far. I can't with these siblings!

I have to say it again: my bae Julith is so fierce! Almost worth the human sacrifices, almost.

Dardar is an embarrassment, but he is morally correct: murdering who knows how many people is wrong no matter what his sibling is saying. However, it does fit the personality and mindset of Grougalorasalar, one of the dragons considered to be "evil incarnate".

This makes the whole "let's save the world from the Eliatropes" plan even weirder because how are the readers supposed to believe Rasalar of all people is trying to save the world?

Pretty sure I've mentioned it in a previous post, but why would "Evil" care if the world is in danger? Wouldn't it mean more death and destruction to enjoy? Didn't Rasalar give his son Crocoburio a magical sword to help him conquer the world? In the webtoon, it doesn't look like Rasalar wants to save the world only to conquer it afterwards (so far). So, I really don't understand his reasoning.

The discrepancy between Rasalar's canonical nature (lore, games...) and his current actions (webtoon) is actually the main reason I was initially doubtful the one behind Yugo's nightmares was Rasalar - or the Great Dragon for that matter. The lore says "black dragons are usually evil". Rasalar is a black dragon and, in all media so far, he has acted as a villain. Now, the webtoon comes and makes him appear like some kind of antihero ready to save the world? ...'Kay.

Between the in-fighting, Julith looking like she is underpaid and overworked, Dardar being a wet kitten, and Rasalar saving the world with murder and extortion, I'm sure the Eliatrope artefacts will be much safer in their hands. Yes, it's the most sensible choice.

And that's it for now! This chapter felt shorter than it really was. However, it was a good way to take a breather after several action-packed chapters. What a great introduction to Dardondakal! The chapter helped establish the current dynamic between all three characters and even revealed a few things about Rasalar's plan and Dardar's possible reason for siding with his brother.

Chapter 14 will be out on 07.02.2025 on ALLSKREEN.