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[whokilledsimi]

— through my eyes ;

→ pairing — bang chan + m!reader

→ summary — chris was trying to adjust back to a sense of normalcy after the he hears of his release from the hospital, and you were there to help him with that. at least that was the case from his point of view.

→ genre — angst

→ warnings — schizophrenia, delusions, institutionalization, medications / pills, psychosis, needles, and involuntary treatment

→ word count — 1k

→ author’s note — please note that everything i write about in this, i can relate to. this is not to glorify or glamorize psychotic disorders.

→ song (s) currently stuck in my head —

cold summers by earl sweatshirt + rotten apple by alice in chains

the sun is bright today.

brighter than usual.

whispered a timid voice in chris's ear; it felt like a paradoxical pause in time as it quickly went through his mind. christopher was walking to his awaiting ride, a small bag of his apparent belongings in his right hand and a script for his medication in his left. he smiled, feeling the humid june air on his pale skin. the break was nice, freeing-- until the following thought came just as quickly as the last. yet this time, overstaying its welcome.

how would you know?

the only sight of sun we've had in three months has been from behind a barred window in a mental hospital.

this voice was... different. rougher, tougher, and angrier than the last. yet, chris? he paid no mind to it again, a smile on his face as he realized that they were two of his closest friends bickering amongst themselves. he never really paid attention to the pain in his head that arose whenever they came around or the bouts of dissociation he'd have following their departure.

then again, he didn't understand it either. many things have been happening that he couldn’t understand and didn’t have the answers to.

he couldn't answer the question of why he woke up one day with his exhausted lids flittering open to not see what he expected to be his bedroom-- but instead finding a small, rectangular, monotonous closet-sized room. his eyes fixated on the bright, facetiously tranquil shades of light blue covering the walls while his fingertips could feel the cold hardwood on the floor. his body was lying flat in a-- now that he noticed-- very uncomfortable plastic bed. he couldn't answer why random people in long coats and scratchy latex reached out ominously to touch and prod at him while he was asleep, shoving needles beneath his skin's walls to keep him, as they put it, "calm like he was when he first got there." only realizing they were there when he woke up the next day with fresh scars.

he feared them and to him, they looked like monsters.

to him, they were monsters.

after the first week, he expected to be able to answer the seemingly simple questions of "where am i?", "why am i here?", "why do i need to take that?", and "what are they talking about?"

towards the middle of the second week of his confusion, he had begun to accept that maybe he'd never know the answers. that he'd keep wondering why he was here, and why someone hadn't come to get him yet-- not understanding that he'd been here for a while.

despite his inner revelations, he could hear less familiar voices chittering like mice with themselves. chris’s eavesdropping caused his ears to perk up as he began to hear the tone of someone he loved. someone he knew was worried about him. chris jumped up out of his bed, a wide smile plastered on his face as he hid slightly, holding his ear up to the door like a dog listening for a mate's howl. "how's he been doing...?", questioned the familiar person, their voice shaky and uneven as the doctor fidgeted with the ballpoint pen on his cluttered desk. "he's doing better. chris is responding really well to the rexulti at its highest dose, so we think after we wean him off, he should be ready to be discharged."

chris teetered back toward his seat, sitting down silently as he contemplated his new reality. he never thought he’d hear that voice again, a wave of emotions visibly washing over his body as he thought to himself. his mind was full of questions like it was when he first arrived, yet this time, they would be answered.

the sun is bright today.

the voice reiterated again, it’s disposition more somber this time.

though, chris’s smile never faded.

as he approached the car, it maintained. it maintained when he slid nervously into the front seat, it maintained even as the face he was met with wasn't yours. the smile of a free man was drowned once chris noticed what the stranger was wearing: a outfit just like the ones the people in the building. he couldn’t believe it. he grabbed at his hair in desperate frustration, his mind racing hastily to hold on to its delusions. things were finally beginning to make sense. these weeks of time… weeks? he couldn’t even be sure. it felt like the walls of the car were suctioning up within themselves all around him, like oxygen couldn't fill his lungs without burning. he was so perplexed in the passenger seat of this car, body overheating and brain throbbing so hard that it could burst. he had one last cry for hope: the phone call. who would be checking on him like that? who, if not for his love?

and then came a wave.

a familiar wave, crashing as light blue as the walls he just spent four months in.

the nurse in the driver's seat was calling out to him throughout the entirety of this panic attack happening right next to her. she must follow protocol, and it states that if a patient is unruly or a danger to themselves or others, they must be apprehended and administered a dosage of a sedative. he slowly loss motion, body going limp and loose. yet now that the fog of delusions had cleared, chris was hyperaware of his surroundings. he felt every little thing. despite his catatonic state, he could feel the nurse pull back from him. he could feel her adjust to face forward again, hear her scoff at his tear-stained face before starting the car and beginning to drive off. it was all a lie. chris laid unconscious, this current bout of psychosis fully fading as the harsh reality set in.

no one was coming for him.

he wasn’t finally reunited with you, the love of his life.

he was being sent to another facility.

he knew something was off.

the sun was brighter than usual.

[whokilledsimi]

when will you release some fics again :( I miss your writingss

i’m back & better than ever

[whokilledsimi]

Hihiii how are you and where are youuuu I haven't seen you in ages and I wanted to stop by and see how you're doing ?

hi dear, i’m doing okay! just been very busy with school and my mental health. i’m back now for the summer and i’m in a writing mood, so expect some good things from me :)

[whokilledsimi]

i miss ur fics :(

i will be posting soon, please stay with me 🙏🏾

[whokilledsimi]

NSFW Bodyguard! König x Rich Brat! Male Reader - Bodyguard König Headcanons

Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!

Warnings: cuckolding, drunk sex, extreme pining, reader kinda has yandere vibes…

König is big and scary looking, has self esteem issues, and is extremely insecure. He’s like an adorable little hamster, the type to quiver under your gaze even though he’s so much taller than you.

So you’d obviously start crushing on him first, since teasing cute little things like him are just so much fun.

You would go on little outings just to spend cutesy romantic time with you. You’d take him to botanical gardens, landmarks, cafes, you’re always buying him gifts, hell, you even took him to a place where the both of you could paint mugs. He thinks that you simply like going places, and he does his best to cater to that.

He’ll make lists of places to go, but he’s initially too shy to share the list with you. But he’s not particularly sneaky about the list, so you’ll eventually force him to show you, and you make sure to take him to all the places on his list. And you should make sure always cling to him, linking arms with him, pretending it’s not awkward because of his height. In fact, it’s cute. Really cute…

His reactions are just too delicious, he can’t hurt you, he won’t yell at you, and he’s always afraid to make you made. So you can pretty much do whatever you want with him and he won’t do anything.

Forced snuggles. Practically sitting on his lap when you’re next to him, using your phone as an excuse by showing him random photos and videos.

Dramatically swooning. You’ll purposefully get into trouble or tussles with other people so that he can scare them off, he still doesn’t know that you’re getting hurt on purpose.

Because of the uniform, König can’t wear his scrim net, so that only adds to his discomfort and embarrassment. But giving him little compliments about his appearance is so worth while, even more so if you say it in a teasing tone.

You’ve essentially made it your mission to sleep with him, but soon after you begin flirting with him, you start to actually fall for him. When you realize this, you start acting meaner, brattier, and more distant. You’ll have him accompany you to bars all so you can get him jealous.

He isn’t sure why you’re acting so coldly, but he wants to make it better. He’ll try to be more social with you, showing more interest in you. But it doesn’t seem to work, in fact, your face goes red with anger (embarrassment), and you shove him away. But for some odd reason, he keeps trying. He wants your happiness, and he thinks it’s because it’s his job to keep you safe, and by extension, happy. And the still wants he first time König notices his true feelings for you, it’s during sex.

Not sex between the two of you, however. Because he’s your bodyguard, he has to accompany you everywhere. And you insisted that he comes to your hotel room to make sure that nothing happened between you and your date.

So he was forced to watch as some other man plowed your ass, kissed you, marked you, and he didn’t even treat you right. He said the filthiest things to you, he was so degrading, but König couldn’t do anything about it, because it was apparently what you wanted.

And you sounded so lewd. Moaning like a pornstar, wet, squelching sounds and skin slapping filling the room.

König’s the kind of guy that’s scared to just watch porn, so watching you have sex right in front of him felt so perverse, especially because he was getting hard. Which he felt guilty about, because of you didn’t want him to get hard, you wanted him here so he could protect you!

You’re frustrated because he hasn’t made a move on you yet, so with enough liquor to power a small village on the outskirts of Norway… You corner him. Even though you have to crane your neck to look up at him, he cowers in front of you, but this time it’s nowhere near as cute as it usually is.

It doesn’t matter where you are, you force him to the nearest hotel, motel, no-ask-only-cash-ramshackle-shack.

He’s nervous as hell, you’ve been on lately, and now you’re drunk, shoving him onto a bed and forcing his clothes off.

He tells you to stop, but he doesn’t use any force. You become frustrated with pleas, and of course you shove your underwear in his mouth. He looks good like that, gagged and drooling beneath you.

You spend the night riding him, taking out all your anger and frustration on his dick. König isn’t sure if he should be happy or upset, he’s had a crush on you for awhile, but you seem so mad at him… So he makes the decision to put a little more effort into the love making session. He takes the gag out of his mouth, and grabs you by the hips, moving so that you’re now in missionary.

Even if you struggle, he’ll keep going, he might even try talking dirty like your other lovers, but it quickly becomes too much for him. Instead he ends up saying that he loves you, right as cums inside of your hole.

You’re surprised. He hasn’t tried to process your relationship at all, and now he says he loves you? But you’re happy, and quickly start to feel guilty about how you’ve treated him the past few weeks.

The aftercare is great, extremely romantic, if not a little awkward. The shower is too small for both you and König, but you both insist on bathing together, you’re a little more insistent of course.

Your relationship doesn’t change much from when he was just your bodyguard. You still take him on lots of dates, cling to him, compliment him, but now you kiss him, give him copious amounts of hickeys, and make love<3

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beautifully written, excellently crafted, amazingly created

— incantation ;

→ pairing : hyunjin x male reader

→ summary : hyunjin is no stranger when it comes to the world of witchcraft and magic. one night, he has a bad feeling about his home and he goes to investigate but it’s not what he thinks.

→ genre : angst

→ warnings : blood, murder, betrayal, some gory scenes, mentions of sharp objects.

→ word count : 2,652

→ author’s note: i was channeling gojo satoru, scarlet witch, seulgi 28 reasons era, vengeful witch while writing this.

→ songs currently stuck in my head :

cry for me by twice, crown by seulgi, red sun by dreamcatcher, venom by stray kids, this world by ateez.

hyunjin was known by those around him as something of a psychic, in the sense that whatever he dreamed of would eventually happen in real life. everything from great fortune and luck to his friends, premonitions of demonic entities terrorizing the living, and death to those who crossed him in the past.

one famous instance of death to someone who crossed him was 5 or so years ago, when a close friend at the time, whom hyunjin considered a sibling-level kind of friend, committed the ultimate act of betrayal towards him. hyunjin and his boyfriend, at the time, had broken up, and it was a very heavy breakup in emotional terms, especially towards hyunjin. word had spread that his best friend and his now ex-boyfriend at the time were at a party together; lots of heavy drinks were involved, and his friend brought the ex over to the apartment that he and hyunjin had shared. they had hooked up that same night on the living room couch. lucky for them, hyunjin was not home.

hyunjin has a psychic ability, similar to spidey sense, when something is wrong or something bad is about to happen. some people call it intuition, but he calls it a warning sign. the voice that warns him usually says the name of the person, a command, or something that’s coming.

he was at a friend’s house because he didn’t want to be alone during such an emotional time. they were watching a movie, and just as hyunjin was about to fall asleep, that’s when the "hyunjin-sense" began. it started as a sharp sting in his mind and trickled into goosebumps across his body, which is then followed by a voice in his mind. "check home." the voice says. "do you mind if you take me home? i have to check something." he says. "is it your senses going off again?" the friend asks.

hyunjin only gave him a look and that was all the friend needed. it didn’t take him long to find the keys to his car and for both of them to head over to hyunjin’s place within a matter of minutes. the friend parks his car right in front of the apartment building. "i won’t be long." hyunjin says as he unbuckles his seatbelt. he puts his hands together in a praying gesture, and a wave of absolute silence blankets the car’s atmosphere; hyunjin is deep in thought as he visualizes the interior of the apartment and which room he’s mentally standing in. simple incantation is mumbled under his breath, followed by a simple command. "teleport."

his friend closes his eyes and covers his ears and hyunjin disappears into a blue-to-white mist. "i should probably set a timer to see how long it takes him to get back." chris says before grabbing his phone and setting a stopwatch timer.

hyunjin is now inside the apartment, standing in the bedroom. his eyes fading into a white hue to help him see in the pitch black darkness of the apartment. his arms fall to either side of his body as fingers extend and he gently pushes his hands up and down in a slow, gentle motion. "levitate slightly." his body rises a few short centimeters off the floor, as he does not want to make a sound with his footsteps. smart move on his part.

his heart begins to race, almost like his heart is like a metal detector trying to find the source of what’s making the machine go off. he can hear the creaking of the couch’s wood against the walls, moaning but not agonizing moans of someone who is in excruciating pain; it’s moans of absolute pleasure. "be silent. be careful." the voice says.

he glides towards the bedroom door, placing his hand on the doorknob. "silent." he whispers as he twists the doorknob and slowly pulls the door open. not a single sound is emitted from him opening the door, almost as if he’s a ghost. his heart beats faster as his hand twists the doorknob, as if he’s next in line to get on a rollercoaster.

chris stares at the stopwatch, which is increasing in its time. "fourteen fifty-nine... fifteen minutes. i wonder what he’s doing." he says to himself. he opens youtube to distract himself in the meantime.

the dark brown pupils of hyunjin’s eyes begin to peek through in the midst of the white clouding his corneas as he sees what’s happening in front of him. tears quickly form and roll down his cheeks, and his heart continues beating fast like it’s trying to jump out of his chest. in the living room, with the lights completely off, his best friend in the whole wide world was making love with his ex on the velvet couch.

hyunjin re-enters the bedroom and closes the silent door. his breathing trembles as he inhales and exhales, his heart hitting the overexertion point like it's about to shatter in his body. although he’s floating, his legs feel numb, and he falls silently onto the floor. his eyes can’t stop generating and releasing tears streaming down his face. "be calm. stay in control." the voice says, and almost instantly, hyunjin’s heartbeats calm down, and he wipes the tears off his face.

he takes a few seconds to regain control over his breathing before facing what’s going on within the room just beyond the bedroom door. he sits down on the floor with his legs crossed. his hands lay on his thighs, with his thumb and middle fingertips touching, and his other fingers lay still on his pants fabric.

he mumbles words in pure latin, a language considered dead within modern-day dialects. his eyes continue to form tears that glide down his cheeks, but he feels no sadness anymore. all he feels is pure anger.

the lighting in the entire apartment begins to flicker intensely for a brief two seconds, which catches the attention of adrian, AKA the soon-to-be ex-best friend, who was on the couch. "did you see the lights?" he asks josh, hyunjin’s ex. "yeah but i’m not focused on that right now. i’m only focused on you." josh says. he leans in to kiss adrian.

"go now." the voice screams in hyunjin’s mind, like a war cry. hyunjin’s eyes burst open, glowing in a crimson red color. his body teleports into the living room, directly behind josh. adrian’s eyes widen as he sees hyunjin and he screams like he’s seen a ghost. "behind you!" adrian screams to josh, but josh pulls away and looks behind him only to see nothing behind him. "wh- what? there’s nothing behind me…" josh says. "i saw him. clear as day, hyunjin was right behind you." adrian says in a fearful tone.

"babe, no one’s behind me. if he was here, he’d come right through the front door." adrian says as he laughs. he looks back at josh, only to see hyunjin standing right in front of him. "now you see me." he says as adrian screams bloody murder and is flung towards the front door to the apartment. josh doesn’t see hyunjin but only sees adrian being thrown at the front door. "hyunjin, wherever you are… this isn’t what it means." josh says as his eyes dart around the room, looking for a sign of hyunjin within the room.

the lighting in the room flickers from bright white to a dark red which is followed by slow six knocks at the front door. "josh, are you there? it’s me." hyunjin says. "do not open the door." josh says to adrian. adrian gets up off the floor and dusts himself off, running to grabs his clothes and belongings in a hurried frenzy fueled by fear. "fuck this, i’m leaving." he says.

he runs towards the front door and his hand is now on the doorknob. "do not open that fucking door." adrian says as his voice begins to tremble. "please don’t. something bad is going to happen." he adds as he begins to cry. "i’m not going to be here when that happens." adrian says as his hand twists the doorknob, opening the door and just as he’s about to leave, he stands face to face with hyunjin.

"you’re right about that." hyunjin says as he grabs adrian by his neck, lifting him up off the floor, and throws him back into the apartment. he enters the room then closes the door and locks it with a flick of his finger. "you really think i wouldn’t find out? don’t you know who i am?!" hyunjin exclaims as the room trembles with each word that leaves his mouth.

josh falls back onto the couch and sits in a fetal position, his hands covering his face as he begins to cry into his palms. adrian is searching around for a knife or any blunt object nearby to use as a weapon. adrian finds a knife and places the blade on hyunjin’s throat. "you really think you can just come in here and-" adrian is cut off mid-sentence. josh hears the cutlery begin to shake, uncovering his face only for his eyes to widen.

knives floating all across the living room, the blades pointing directly at adrian at different angles. "you do not get to speak, your actions did all the talking." hyunjin says. "you broke my heart only for you to come into our apartment, actually into my apartment since i signed the lease, and fuck my best friend?" hyunjin asks as the grip of his hand on adrian’s throat begins to tighten and his nails dig into the skin, making droplets of blood trickle down adrian’s neck.

"you broke my heart, now i break you." hyunjin whispers to adrian as his nails slowly pierce into his neck, as he screams in agonizing pain. "feel the pain you gave me when you broke me." hyunjin continues, as josh’s cries form into sobs of fear. "what was it you said earlier?" he asks adrian as both their eyes widen; adrian’s in fear as he remembers what he said, trying to push hyunjin off, and hyunjin’s eyes widen in a rising vengeful anger. the light in the room begins to turn a dark red. "you won’t be here when that happens, was it?" hyunjin asks with a devious smile.

"for once, you’re right about something." hyunjin says as his nails and fingers fully pierce into adrian’s neck, grabbing a hold of his adam’s apple. a single tear rolls down adrian’s cheek as his screams begin to fade out, then hyunjin rips out his adam’s apple, and a squelching sound is emitted.

blood gushes out of adrian’s mouth and throat, onto hyunjin’s face and clothes as well as onto the floor. soon, a pool of blood surrounding their feet grows in width and adrian’s lifeless body falls onto the floor. hyunjin’s face is covered in the dark red liquid as he stands over his ex-boyfriend's body, shocked but soon bursting in laughter. "you two are so done." he says as he turns around to face josh.

the light continues to flicker and hyunjin uses the flickering to his advantage. each time the light goes from bright, he appears one step closer to josh. in the dark, he fades away. the only thing you hear are his heavy footsteps approaching him slowly.

"joshua, you have betrayed me. how could you do something so low and disgusting, especially to me?" he asks. hyunjin’s voice echoes around the room, as josh’s cries begin to return. "in this life and the next, wherever your soul and physical entity is, i will always be there waiting for you to kill you over and over again. you will remain living in fear, trying to hide from me, but i will always find you. i will never let you go." hyunjin says as he conjures a sharp katana glowing in a scarlet red hue.

hyunjin appears in front of josh, pointing the blade at his heart. "consider this a warning." hyunjin points his index finger up then josh’s body begins to levitate up off the couch by his neck. his legs squirm around as his arms try to reach hyunjin but nothing works. "never cross a witch." he says before impaling josh’s chest and digging it into his torso until it appears on the other side, leaving the katana in. "i want you to cry for me." he continues.

hyunjin places his hand on josh’s chest, glaring directly into his eyes. his other hand begins to generate a tiny ball of glowing red fire that grows into an orb to the size of a baseball. hyunjin’s hand pulls away from his chest, transferring the magic energy into both hands now. "my voice is a spell that haunts you. wherever you are, i’m with you." hyunjin says before he slams his hands onto the center of josh’s chest. gut wrenching screams spew out of josh’s mouth as the fiery orbs burn into his skin and hyunjin’s sharp nails dig into his chest to rip his heart out.

his hands grab a hold of josh’s heart, ripping it out in a swift motion. blood spills out from the exposed hole in his chest, quiet whimpers of pain leave his mouth as he stares at hyunjin who holds his beating organ. "die." he says as he rips his heart into two with his fingers. josh’s limbs start to fall and dangle at his side, his head falling and moving side to side as he exhales his final breath.

hyunjin releases the hold of josh’s deceased body and lets his body fall onto the floor. he looks around at the mess he’s made. "what a mess." he says to himself, then snaps his fingers on both hands, making the two bodies and bloody mess all over the apartment and on himself simply vanish into nothingness as if nothing happened. "all better." he says with a smile as he teleports back to chris’ car and into the passenger seat.

"hey! how long did i take?" he asks chris, who was asleep with his phone in his hand. the car turned off by himself, and he sees the stopwatch on chris’ phone screen. "an hour and six minutes.. geez." he whispers as he doesn’t want to wake chris. he puts his hands together in a praying gesture as the car begins to be enveloped in a blue mist, then teleports the car along with themselves back to chris’ house. his car now sat parked in the driveway.

hyunjin exits the car, levitating chris’ body carefully out of the car. he unlocks the front door with a flick of his finger and enters the home. he guides his friend into his bed, wrapping his body with the warm blanket and saying a spell to help him sleep fully until morning. hyunjin closes and locks the door with another flick of his fingers, then lays on the couch, exhaling a sigh of relief. he drifts off into a deep sleep.

hyunjin’s dream starts to reveal a time in history where people were hunting down witches and burning them in an attempt to "cleanse the world of wicked evil." hyunjin could feel himself immersing himself more into the dream, as if he were inside his own dream and exploring around. not before he heard his name being called by an unknown man in his dream, turning around to see someone holding a pitchfork to his neck. "are thou a witch?" the man asks. that’s when hyunjin knew that he wasn’t in a dream anymore... or is he?

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Dino vs tiger dino x male reader x hoshi smut,threesome,double penetration,creampei,3rounds were dino and hoshi are always fighting to settle it by bed.

i'm so hype to write this

[whokilledsimi]

I want to req a top!boss!sub!chan x bot!dom!mreader fic where the reader seduces his boss, mr bang by wearing a lingerie on his office and riding his boss's cock hardcore

i’m so excited to write this you don’t understand i’m starting right now

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— all you need ;

→ pairing — minlix + m!reader

→ summary — felix and minho have been secretly watching over the supposed boy of each of their dreams. when they each finally get the courage to corner their boy and take what’s theirs, they realize that they’ve been in love with the same man.

→ genre — smut

→ warnings — extreme kinks (like very extreme, please be cautious), stalking, threesomes, cnc, bimbofication / mindbreaking, double penetration, degrading praise, god + master honorifics, oral (reader receiving and giving), domtop!minlix and subbottom!reader

→ word count — 2.45k

→ author’s note — oh boy, this is my first smut and i’m starting right out the gate with some heavy kinks! i saw this req by @nxthnii and just HAD to write it.

→ song (s) currently stuck in my head —

i can transform ya by chris brown feat. swizz beatz + lil wayne

i’m coming back to you.

so i really hope that you don’t mind.

i know you want me too.

even though you’re not mine,

you got that look in your eyes.

there were two things ruminating in minho’s brain at the moment: how undeniably horny he was and how breathtakingly beautiful you looked in the cheeky polaroid of you he was currently masturbating to. he didn’t even realize how he got here. from his perspective, the picture of you and his cock just landed in his grip, and he wasn’t complaining. it didn’t take him long to finish, his mind cloudy and swirling with the imprinted image of his favorite person in his mind as he lie underneath his silk sheets. he couldn’t sit in his filth for too long before jumping up and heading into the shower. even though the water was piping hot, his bare body was cold; the loneliness and craving for you overwhelming him so badly that he grabbed his phone charging on his bathroom’s mahogany countertop to call the only contact in his phone, his friend felix.

“hello?” felix answered sleepily, despite it being 8 pm.

“i gotta get out the house, man. desperately,” minho responded, not even acknowledging the other’s greeting.

felix immediately understood, ending their conversation short after letting the other know he was on the way. it didn’t take long for him to arrive at minho’s apartment complex, a quick run up two flights of stairs and a doorbell ring away from ending up crosslegged on minho’s black leather couch. the two haven’t spoken in a minute, their individually busy schedules preventing them. yet, conversation came easy. two hours of talking eventually led down the path of relationships, a topic the two men haven’t spoken about before.

“so… how’s dating going? any current prospects up for the love of the illustrious lee minho?” felix joked, his arms rested behind his head while his short fingers toyed with his blond locks.

minho never knew how to respond to that question. how does he admit publicly that he’s been stalking the same boy for three years and is deluded enough to think they’ll one day be together?

“nothing much, you know.. just.. hanging.” was the answer he ended up giving felix, his mind blank before clearing his throat to reciprocate the question.

“i’ve been thinking about this one guy,” felix started, “he goes to my gym and i stare at him while he weight trains.” felix gushed, his eyes glistening as a rose tint began to pepper his cheeks. “it sucks, though. i don’t know his name. but, i know that he works at this coffee shop up the street, and i was planning on going there today to see if i could ask him out!”

felix watched minho’s cat like lips curl up into a smirk. he began understandingly, “i think you should go after him.” felix’s eyes widened, “are you sure, hyung? i know you wanted some company.” minho nodded in response, beginning to stand and collect his belongings to leave his apartment. “i definitely do. i have something…,” he paused to check his watch for the time, “…that i need to do myself. so, go! have your fun.” felix jumped up giddily, rushing to grab his things before rushing out with a ‘bye!’

as minho laid in the overgrown bushes of the the apartment complex that was now so familiar to him later that night, his eyes darted around frantically. he knew where you worked. he knew where you slept. and, he waited for you every night. he knew what times you left and came, watching protectively to assure you arrived home safe. felix had left his apartment about 30 minutes ago, and right when he left, it was time for minho to arrive at his watchful post. he assumed today’s schedule was no different as he sat and waited, checking his apple watch occasionally as time passed by.

9:30…

10:00…

10:30…

11:00….

this was uncharacteristic of you. usually, you’d be home by 10:15. minho’s watch, phone, and patience we’re slowly draining, and his irritation only worsened when he saw your figure stumbling drunkily towards your front door with… someone else? if he expected anything, it definitely wasn’t that. he’d been observing your every move for years, and you weren’t the type to get blasted after work and rush home in the after hours with a random stranger. his mind was racing, thoughts flooding him as he flowed through his concurrent emotions. after irritation, however, came anger. anger that you would dare promiscuously flaunt yourself around. that you would dare have him worried sick about your well-being. that you dare be with anyone else but him.

it didn’t take long after seeing you enter the building before he followed earnestly behind, his eyes low and passionate as he tried to get a good look of the man you were with, the man he would have to eliminate. soon enough, he was at your front door. with shaky hands, he reached in his pocket for the secret key that he owned to your apartment and unlocked the door, his eyes wide with shock as he walked in and shut the door behind himself.

there you were. on your knees for the stranger with his cock deep down your throat. the overhead fixture gleaming brightly as it exposed your perverted state on your kitchen floor. the stranger’s hand on your chin as he sat at your table, your eyes glistening— drunk, and fucked out, and the thick cock of the man taking what belonged to minho. he didn’t know how to address this situation. should he cough? run up and shove himself down your throat? go grab a knife and attack the stranger? his mind was in complete survival mode; territorially wanting to put a stop to his worst nightmare. his brain fumbled through these few options before just deciding to go up and make the stranger reveal himself.

minho rushed over, shoving the other man aggressively. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his vision and the figures in front of him growing hazy in the heat of his rage. once his eyes settled, the sound he almost let out was abysmal. the stranger was none other than lee felix. he didn’t know how to react, his throat suddenly dry while he attempted to speak.

“f-felix…?” he croaked, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. felix was equally as stunned. he hadn’t a clue what was going on. after leaving minho’s apartment, he rushed to the cafe where you worked, barely catching you before you left. the two of you chatted for a while before ending up at the bar two blocks from your apartment. it was felix’s idea to head to the bar instead of the much closer restaurant, and if you asked, he wouldn’t tell you it was to get you drunk. but, that’s exactly what it was. after achieving his goal, he walked you home, perversely waiting for you to get drunk and horny enough after letting him in to let him ruin you. luckily for him, that was as soon as humanly possible. you sat still on your knees, your body hot and breath uneven as your drunken mind tried to process the events unfolding in front of you. part of you was terrified. how did this stranger get in? why are they upset that you're fucking felix? and why does it seem the two of them know each other?

but...

another part of you was too horny to function. your mind racing with the previous fantasies you've had of someone breaking into your apartment and fucking you senseless, and you wouldn't let this opportunity pass up. so you finally spoke.

"i can take you both," you said as you began crawling seductively until you sat prettily between the gap in the two men. they stared at each other, unable to speak. felix and minho both finally had the boy they had been pursuing underneath them, and they each wouldn't let an opportunity of their own fall through. they glanced at each other, a competing level of lust filling their looks before they moved their attention back to you.

"on your bed. arms and legs spread out. you're going to experience the fuck of a lifetime, boy," minho snarled sexily, his eyes dark as he began to walk to your bedroom. you quickly stood up, rushing towards the room feverously with felix rushing eagerly behind you. as you laid on the bed, minho began to unbuckle his belt before gesturing for felix to do the same. as minho began to tie your arms up against your bed frame, he watched you wither around. you were reaching the peak of your drunkenness and your neediness was fading, so you whined softly, begging for some kind of stimulation quickly. that earned you a smack across the face from minho, who chuckled at you darkly.

"look at you, baby. desperate for your two strangers to touch you just so you can get your perverted little climax," he spoke before leaning down to whisper in your ear, the hair on your neck standing up at the feeling of his minty breath against your hot skin, "unfortunately for you, that won't be coming so soon." instantaneously, he latched to your lips, kissing you deeply like he would never kiss anyone else ever again. the kiss was surprisingly passionate and sensitive despite the circumstances, and something about that fact lit the fire in your stomach all over again, your cock beginning to twitch just from being craved so deeply. felix just sat and watched intensely, his hand lightly palming himself before he cleared his throat to announce his presence. "pay some attention to me too, angel. i would really appreciate your help again," he started as he began to make his way to the head of the bed. he looked at minho for conformation before patting your cheek lightly as a signal for you to open wide. you opened your mouth wide with your tongue flat and eyes wide with excitement, and felix couldn't contain himself, shoving his length deep down your throat again with a guttural groan.

minho was growing increasingly jealous just watching the scene, and it only egged him on to be more aggressive. he moved his kisses down from your lips to your collarbones, sucking and biting on them so hard, you thought you were bleeding. every whimper you let out only grew his confidence, and eventually, he was all the way to your nipples, giving them the same treatment as the rest of his marks. just watching your dick get progressively harder from being faced-fuck and teased so slowly was making a tent large in minho's pants.

"i didn't know this was the boy you were talking about, felix," said minho as he kissed from your left nipple to the middle of your chest and progressively moved down your stomach. as you watched minho make his way to the spot you wanted touched the most, you shuddered which elicited a tsk from the elder.

"and i didn't know you had your eyes on anyone. i guess it's time to fight for him," felix retorted, his hand raking through your h/c strands as he held your head in place and thrusted.

"may the best man win," shrugged minho before he finally wrapped his plump pink lips around your leaking tip, sucking on it ever so slightly. "but, it seems i've already got him under my control. isn't that right, baby? tell felix how much you love when your god touches you."

"fu-fuck yes, god! i love it when you touch me," you exclaimed, your brain mushy from the stimulation. obviously, that made felix angrily thrust faster into your throat, abusing it mercilessly before growling out in his huskily deep accented voice, "well, tell your god that you only need your master, and that you only want his cock." at this point, drool was falling out of your mouth and your throat was so full you could barely speak, so all you managed to muster out was a pitiful "m-master..." before you gagged so hard felix's cock fell out of your mouth. with this time to collect yourself and gather your thoughts, you looked up to both of your domineering partners, your eyes low from being fucked silly.

"i want you both inside of me. i want you both to coat my inside with your gross fucking cum, and i want to be both of yours. please my god. please, my master. i want to feel so good," you begged as you desperately tugged on minho's pant leg.

"fucking whore. such a pretty little fuckdoll for us, right, felix," minho questioned as he watched you pull on his pants, "should we give our boy what he needs?" felix sat and pretended to ponder, hesitating only so he could hear your sounds. "i think so, hyung. why don't you take him first," felix said with a devilish smile, slapping his cock against your cheeks with a groan at the precum beading on your face before moving back around to the head of the bed and beginning to strip. minho followed suit, taking his clothes off slowly as he gave you a show. the two of them then positioned themselves on the bed in front of your wet hole with minho underneath you before he forced himself in hastily. he began thrusting at an inhuman speed, stretching you out like he was hate fucking you.

"god... you're so fucking tight, baby," minho grunted as he gripped your waist and took what belonged to him for the first time.

before long, he instructed felix, who was impatiently waiting on the side stroking himself, that he could finally fit in as well. felix immediately took the opportunity and moved in front of you and began to struggle to insert himself inside of you. after a slight readjustment, he slid himself balls deep inside of you. the two men sat still as patiently as they could to let you grow accustomed to the fullness in your stomach. they could both tell you were close and wanted to use you as much as possible until you withered for them. unexpectedly, they both began to thrust at a similarly aggressive rhythm, the feeling of both cocks fucking your insides driving you so insane, you could barely form coherent thoughts.

"nghh.. feels so so so good," you moaned shakily, your mind completely broken.

"good boy. such a good fucking boy," felix grunted as he collapsed onto his arms over you and minho's bodies, fucking into you feverishly. once you felt them both hit that specific spot in your prostate, you wailed, cumming all over both you and felix's stomach. the sight was enchanting, and made both men exclaim. "fuck, i'm gonna fucking cum!" minho moaned as you began to rock your hips into him to stimulate the men even more. "me... me too...," felix whined as they both simultaneously filled your hole to the brim with their cum.

as you all came down from your heightened states, you laid in each other's arms, catching your breath as you studied the features of the beautiful men intertwined with you. and all you could hope was that this would be happening again soon.

[whokilledsimi]

Okk hii could I maybe request a minghao x male reader? Like the reader is also in svt and grew up with the8 they are super close and ypu will never see them alone . They are super cute soulmates and th8 spoils the reader So much and they are just a super cute couple and sooo inlove :( so when they are on a show in china where they see the daily life of stars people are shocked that their relationship is even more precious that on camera (I you don't want to feel free to ignore it :) )

this is adorable, i’m gonna start working on it rn !

[whokilledsimi]

hello all! i am a very slow writer, but i appreciate all of the support. please be awaiting a story soon :)

[whokilledsimi]

hiii do u still take requests?

absolutely!

[whokilledsimi]

hello hello !

a quick update: life’s been pretty crazy for me these past few months, but i am now on summer vacation ! expect ‘through my eyes’ and ‘all you need’ very soon !

[whokilledsimi]

hiii how’s your “all i need” story? i’m so excited cuz i love your stories 😭

hey hey ! firstly, THANK YOU SM !! i’m so glad you enjoy my stories. all you need is on its way to being finished ! i’m very sorry for the hold up, i’ve been really busy :(

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just to update,

i am still writing but should be done with “through my eyes” this week! prepare yourselves for some angst, guys!

[whokilledsimi]

Just an innocent question...

WHY TF YOU TAG "MALE READER" IF THE SCENARIO/IMAGINES/EVERYTHING IS WITH FEMALE READERS??????

Just asking for some science research.

I don't want a p*ssy, I don't want female pronouns, I DON'T WANT TO FEEL F*CKIN' UNCOMFORTABLE. AT LEAST MAKE IT GENDER NEUTRAL I F YOU REALLY WANT TO TAG "MALE READER".

This is seriously pissing me off.

Thank you for joining my complaining post.

Bye.