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𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ/ᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ

⌦ genre: smut, fluff

⌦ pairing: cho sang-woo x fem!reader, seong gi-hun x fem!reader, ali abdul x fem!reader, jang deok-su x fem!reader, hwang jun-ho x fem!reader, pink guards x fem!reader, in-ho(frontman) x fem!reader, the salesman x fem!reader, kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

⌦ summary: part of squid game reaction series- you give them a blowjob/eat them out

⌦ requested: no

⌦ WARNINGS: smut, oral fixation, oral cock warming, oral sex (m.f.receiving), 69, sloppy blowjob, masturbation, facial, cum swallowing, voyeurism, public oral sex, road head, age gap, dubcon (for the salesman's part) pervy yandereish salesman, mentions of stalking, degradation, praise, sir/daddy/master kink, mentions of anal/dp, gangbang idk what else

⌦ word count: -

⌦ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃, 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃, 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝙾𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE REMEMBER, THERE ARE WARNINGS AND A KEEP READING FOR A REASON. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THESE KIND OF FICS PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS!

①②⑧ ᴄʜᴏ ꜱᴀɴɢ-ᴡᴏᴏ ①②⑧ (663 words)

your knees collided with the hardwood floor of yours and sang-woo's shared apartment, the bruises sure to appear in a couple hours not bothering you in the least; all that was running through your mind right now was the urge to have sang-woo's dick balls deep down your throat.

he'd just been sitting at the dining table going through his paperwork when you had waddled down the stairs, hands covered by your long sweater sleeves and eyes bleary from just having woken up.

it was some ungodly time at night but you found it hard to sleep when you weren't wrapped cozily in sang-woo's arms, tossing and turning in your light sleep until you'd given up and ventured downstairs to wait with sang-woo till he had finished his work.

you had greeted him with a quick kiss to his lips which he returned, still completely immersed in the papers, before making your way to the couch that was sat across from the dining table and laying down so you could admire his side profile as he worked. this was a regular occurrence unfortunately, you waiting up for him.

usually you just fell into a light sleep as the sound of pen on paper and rustling sounded throughout the home until you'd be woken up by sang-woo carrying you into your bedroom. tonight however, you couldn't help but notice how good sang-woo looked.

his thick thighs that were covered by his fancy dress pants almost made you drool, god you wanted to ride them until they were covered in your slick. his sleeves were pushed up his arms exposing his strong forearms to your greedy gaze, you remembered how they tensed up and how his veins popped out when he fucked his fingers into you with all of his might. it made your core throb wildly when you remembered how just this morning he had eaten you out until you had to roughly push his head away from your abused cunt because you couldn't take anymore.

you couldn't return the favour then as he had to rush to work, but there's nothing stopping you now. well nothing except his damned work. he's very focused and rarely lets things distract him when he is working but you were sure you could change that. and plus, he deserves a break.

so despite the tiredness fogging your brain, you sluggishly got up from the comfortable couch and made your way to sang-woo's hunched-over figure. he was so focused on his oh so important work he didn't even notice you plopping carelessly down onto the floor and crawling under the wood table, stopping once you were in front of him and perching on your knees.

sang-woo only realized you were under the table when he felt your small hands fumbling to undo his belt and pull his zipper down, leaning back in his chair so he could see you in front of him.

"and what are you doing, little one?" sang-woo's deep voice broke through the silence, chuckling when you jumped a bit and peeked up at him with big eyes from between his long legs.

"i'm repaying you for this morning, sir." you said innocently, pulling his pants down just enough for his hardening cock to rest against his toned stomach. you looked up at him while resting your head on his thigh, giving a light kiss to the underside of his shaft. you were happy to finally have his attention, and his cock in your mouth honestly.

one of sang-woo's hands came down to gently move some of your hair away from your face as you eagerly took his tip into your mouth, humming happily against his cock when the taste of his pre-come hit your tongue. sang-woo's head tipped back, hands knotting into your hair he groaned out a 'good girl' when you took him all the way into your throat, not even gagging when his tip hit the back of your throat. he had trained you so well. (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

④⑤⑥ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢ ɢɪ-ʜᴜɴ ④⑤⑥ (822 words)

it was early in the morning, the sound of birds chirping and light snores filling the golden hued room. you had been awake for a little while, unsure of what had woken you up but grateful none the less as it allowed you to admire gi-hun as he slept peacefully, features lit up beautifully in a soft glow due to the morning light that streamed through the curtains.

it made love and admiration bubbled up inside of you to see him like this, so calm, so at peace. gi-hun had gone through a lot in his life but now things had gotten better, he had a good relationship with his daughter mother and sang-woo. he had also gained two daughters; them being sae-byeok and ji-yeong who you both speak to almost daily. he had gained friends in ali and strangely enough, jun-ho and deok-su. everyone was safe and happy, he was happy.

oh he was more than happy, you could tell from the way the blanket tented near his hips. how did you not see that before? taking one more glance at his face before you helped him with his problem, you knew why you hadn't noticed his painfully obvious boner. simply because he was too pretty. nuff said.

you shuffled over to his side of the bed, resting on your knees between his legs and laying down on your tummy. you hastily moved the blanket away from gi-hun's body so you would have access to do as you please, the both of you having agreed a while ago that this was something you were one hundred percent fine with either doing.

gi-hun's morning wood slapped up against his stomach as you pulled his boxers down, making him stir and grumble lightly in his deep slumber. you giggled quietly when you saw his hand move up to groggily itch his nose, head turning before his snores resumed once again.

your hand looked small as it wrapped around his large dick, tugging the smooth skin up and down slowly while you admired his pretty cock.

gi-hun let out a little whine when you licked a bold stripe up one of the prominent veins on his long cock, leaving spit shining in its wake before you took his red tip into your mouth and sucked gently.

this seemed to knock gi-hun out of his deep sleep, eyes fluttering open to be greeted with the soft morning glow lighting up your shared bedroom and you nestled between his legs looking so damn happy with yourself as you happily slurped at his rock hard cock.

"good morning sunshine." you pulled your swollen lips off of his cock with a 'pop', still pumping him with your hand as you greeted the sleepy man who didn't seem to register what was happening just yet.

to be honest, there's nothing you adore more than waking gi-hun up with a nice blowjob, the sight of his sleep glazed eyes and the way his hips would gently rock with the bobs of your head as desperate raspy whines left his mouth never failed to fill you with unfiltered lust and love for the man laid out before you.

"mmm, morning my sweet girl," gi-hun's deep morning voice muttered to you, sleepy eyes connected with yours in a sweet gaze as you went back to slowly suckling his cock, "you having fun down there?"

humming against his cock, you nodded as best as you could while you were sensually taking half of his shaft down your throat causing gi-hun's hips to buck gently into your mouth.

he was always more sensitive in the morning, something about the intimacy and pure love that buzzed between you both made gi-hun feel like a horny teenage boy that could cum just from the sight of boobs all over again, despite him being half your age.

the grogginess was still ebbing away at him as his hands reached down tangling his long fingers into your hair to gently help guide your mouth up and down his throbbing length, not having it in him to be rough this early in the morning and just wanting to appreciate the feeling of your wet mouth wrapped snuggly around his cock.

after minutes of lazily bobbing up and down gi-huns dick, you felt his grip tighten in your hair and his soft thrusts into your mouth get more desperate the closer he got to coming.

his eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip hard as his orgasm hit him, long white ribbons of cum spurting from his twitching cock and straight into your awaiting mouth, you were sure to swallow every drop before pulling away with one last soft kiss to his sensitive cock.

"are you alright old man?" gi-hun was panting with one arm thrown over his eyes as he came down from his high, a blissed out smile on his face and more than ready to cradle you in his arms and fall into a peaceful sleep after the mind numbing orgasm you had given him.

"oh i'm more than alright, angel. c'mere and cuddle this old man."

(⌒_⌒ ; ) i am so very soft for this man

①⑨⑨ ᴀʟɪ ᴀʙᴅᴜʟ ①⑨⑨ (451 words)

soft giggles were escaping from ali's plush lips as you kissed down his body, in turn causing you to giggle along with him though trying to be as quiet as you could so you didn't alert anyone to your crude activities. apparently ali was ticklish, who knew.

"shhh, we need to be quiet baby." you said through giggles while trying to calm yourself and him down, it was hard to do however when it made you so happy to see ali's bright smile and happy eyes.

"i'm trying but your lips are tickling me." ali had to slap a hand over his mouth when you disappeared under the thin blanket that covered you both, laying down between his legs and pulling his length out once you were completely submerged underneath.

you had snuck over to ali's bed once you were sure everyone else was asleep, or at least you were hoping they were, as you had been doing since the second night of the game. at first it was purely innocent, you would lay next to each other and quietly tell each other about yourselves but eventually it escalated into cuddling, which then further escalated into you riding ali in the pitch black room, since then it had been a routine for you to come over to his bed every night once it was deemed safe.

his hips bucked up erratically when you shoved his whole cock into your mouth while your hand played with his heavy balls, his reaction was almost comical with the way his mouth dropped wide open and his back arched from the bed with a cute little whimper.

the reaction made you smile around his cock as you leisurely sucked him off, wanting to take your time pleasing him because in here any day could be your last so you wanted to savour every moment that you got with ali.

"mmph- baby it feels so good." his voice was whiney and muffled beneath his hand when he spoke, he could never not talk during these times, just wanting to praise you and let you know how good you're making him feel.

he couldn't see you but he could see your figure under the blanket bobbing up and down, sometimes pulling off to suck at his balls or to place loving little kisses all over his cock, both made his toes curl and eyes squeeze shut.

in your little love sick bubble neither of you noticed just how loud you really were, disturbing those on the edge of sleep and those still awake every night with your noises. no one said anything however, letting you have your own little slice of heaven in this fucked up place.

①⓪① ᴊᴀɴɢ ᴅᴇᴏᴋ-ꜱᴜ ①⓪① (654 words)

"deok-suuu," your needy whines resonated throughout the small car as deok-su drove through the dark and desolate streets, one of his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly and the other resting lovingly on your upper thigh while you drive home from date night.

the intimate touch turned you on more than it should have, you could already feel your juices soaking through your panties from the feeling of his cold rings against your skin.

"what little one, why do you keep whining like a brat huh?" deok-su knew what you wanted, the tone of your voice when you whined out for him and the way you were squirming in your seat was a dead giveaway but he wanted to hear the lewd words fall from your lips.

"i want to suck your cock." you stated very bluntly, knowing deok-su would never turn you down or judge you. he had long ago taught his little slut to express her wants and desires so he could fulfil them all. plus, he had taught you most of what you knew about sex and sex related things. before you had met deok-su you were just a pretty little innocent thing, waiting for him to come along and make you his dirty whore.

thus when you met and he had introduced you to all the sexual things you were missing you had quickly become addicted, craving his cock every second of the day, just craving any part of him really. so you really had no shame telling him what you wanted, it also helped that he loved hearing slutty words leave your pretty lips.

"oh, you want to suck my dick huh? is that why you've been squirming in your seat like a desperate whore all night?" deok-su mockingly spat at you, purposely trying to get you flustered though you were far beyond getting embarrassed by now, head way too fogged up with the need for him. "well get to it then, show your daddy how much you need his cock."

in your excitement and determination to get to his cock, you managed to hit your head lightly on the steering wheel making deok-su to chuckle yet not caring in the least as all you wanted to do was get his pants and boxers out of the way so you could pull his dick out and please this fine ass man like he's never been pleased before.

you sloppily unbuckled deok-su's belt and zipper, pulling his thick cock out and with absolutely no hesitation at all you took his cock as far down your throat as you could, choking yourself on it harshly causing deok-su to swerve the car for a split second.

"damn little lady, are you tryin' to make me crash this car doing that shit to me, holy fucking shit." deok-su breathed out incredulously, although despite his words he wasn't complaining at all in fact he held your head down for several seconds, a primal growl leaving his mouth as he felt your throat spasm wildly around his cock.

"you know what little one, since you want to be a brat just to get your slutty lips around daddy's dick, why don't you keep my cock warm for the rest of the ride just like this eh?" he roughly jerked your head up and down his cock a few times by the makeshift ponytail he had gathered in his free hand before he smooshed your face against his lower stomach, his length buried all the way down your throat making an outline of his cock bulge through your throat.

it made it more difficult for deok-su to focus on driving with your warm throat hugging his dick but he managed, the thought of what he would do to you at home stopping him from pulling over and ruining you on the side of the road no matter how bad he wanted to.

⓪⑥⑦ ᴋᴀɴɢ ꜱᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ⓪⑥⑦ (613)

you could taste sae-byeok's sweet juices on your tongue as you greedily devoured her pussy, the crude slurping sounds making your pussy throb even more than it already was with sae-byeok's tongue buried deep inside your tight hole.

your body was laid over sae-byeok's sprawled out figure, both of your knees planted on either side of her head which was buried between your thighs, similar to the way your head was locked tightly between her slim thighs.

trying to recall how you had ended up in this position was a blurry memory, all you remember was laying on your bed next to sae-byeok while you two casually watched netflix and then you saw her absentmindedly chewing her gorgeous plump bottom lip and suddenly all you could think about for the rest for the rest of the movie was seeing her lips shine from your juices.

sae-byeok could always tell what you were thinking though you always tried to hide it, could always know what was running through your pretty little head with a mere glance at your face because she knew you. she had spent most of her life standing right by your side, she had learned all of your likes and dislikes, all of your little tells and she had quickly picked up on your perverse thoughts as she always did.

so in true sae-byeok fashion she made a show of rolling off of your bed, striped naked and sprawled herself out on your bed with a smug smile all the while you had gapped at her like she had just curb stomped your mother.

the seductive spread of her legs and the uttered command of "come here" was enough to knock you out of your shocked state, quickly jumping off of your bed and shedding your clothes as fast as you humanly could before trying to crawl between her parted legs, however they snapped shut before you could reach the prize hidden between them.

"no," she muttered out lowly, a dark smirk growing on her full lips, "i want to do something different this time."

and that was how you had ended up in the iconic 69 position with sae-byeok, lapping at each others pussy with the vibrations from the moans leaving both of your mouths driving you both closer and closer to your highs.

you were practically humping her face like a bitch in heat at this point, though she wasn't much better with the way she was bucking up into your mouth and gripping onto your thighs like a lifeline as you sucked her clit relentlessly. she tasted so fucking good on your tongue, her fingers fucking into your soaked pussy mixed with her tongue licking at your clit felt so euphoric it pushed you head first into an intense orgasm that consumed your whole body.

the taste of your juices exploding onto her tongue and your mouth sloppily lapping at her pussy mid orgasm triggered sae-byeok to cum, spurts of clear liquid unexpectedly gushing from her pussy into your mouth and covering the bed, your face and her thighs. your moans mixed together in the small hot room, still lapping at the others pussy while you came down from your highs.

"dude, you squirted!" you squealed excitedly, hastily hopping off of sae-byeok's relaxed body and plopping yourself between her legs so you could clean off her juices as she blushed, covering her face with her forearms to hide her flustered state from you.

she was too damn smart for her own good and you were to damn horny for your own, but that's what you loved most about her as it lead to situations such as this one.

⊕⊕⊕ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴏ ⊕⊕⊕ (983 words)

jun-ho was gently holding onto your hair as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, shoving as much of it down your throat as you could without sputtering all while you stared into each others eyes with a shared loving intensity.

seeing as you were 6 months pregnant, your sex drive was through the roof right now. every second of the day you were craving jun-ho, always thinking about how good he would fuck you, about how pretty his cock was when it was rock hard and covered in your spit.

so of course jun-ho, being the sweet and attentive husband he is, let you use him as you please. not that he minded at all, who the hell would complain when their hot wife suddenly drops to her knees in the middle of the kitchen and sucks your dick. not him, that's for damn sure.

your swollen belly made the task at hand a bit more difficult but absolutely nothing would stop you from achieving your goal of having jun-ho's cum sprayed across your face and chest.

"look at you sweetheart, you look so beautiful when you're desperate for my cum." you moaned at jun-ho's cooed out words, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat making you gag and causing spit to gather around his base which then slowly dripped down onto his full balls.

deciding you needed a little break as you had been doing this for a while you pulled your mouth off of his dick, strings of spit connecting you to him trying to catch your breath while still pumping his slick cock with your hand.

"you okay baby?" jun-ho asked you, lovingly stroking your bottom lip with his thumb as you nodded your head and smiled warmly up at him with your swollen red lips.

"m'fine, just needed a bit of a breather." your voice was raspy from how deep and rough you were taking his length in your mouth, he had let you set your own pace and rhythm for once which of course you had just shoved his cock straight down your throat and went to town on him without missing a beat.

sometimes you need to slow down, as much as you love jun-ho fucking your throat raw you wanted to savour the weight of his pretty cock against your tongue and the taste of his pre come spreading throughout your mouth, you just needed to savour him really. however now would not be that time, maybe later but right now you were way too impatient, you just wanted to suck his dick until you couldn't speak tomorrow and then be cuddled to sleep in his strong arms.

so once you had caught your breath you dove straight back in, licking a bold stripe from his balls all the way to his red leaking tip before slowly sliding as much of his cock into your throat as you could, stroking what you couldn't fit in your small hand while you looked up at his handsome face contorted in utter bliss.

for a while you had all the control, his hands only in your hair so he could keep himself grounded while you worshiped him on your knees, but as his orgasm crept up on him he could feel himself get more desperate to fuck your face each time your warm throat took him all the way in. eventually he started taking control again, his grip tightening in your hair so he could drag you along his cock at a steady fast pace.

you clung onto jun-ho's thick thighs for life when his pace got more frantic, fucking sloppily into your throat but making sure to be careful of you and the baby growing inside of you of course lest he hurt the loves of his life. tears were gathering in your glossy pleasure filled eyes, threatening to fall down your face at any second as he jerked your head back and forth.

"ah fuck baby i'm gonna cum, your mouth feels so fucking. good." his last words were punctuated with sharp thrusts into your throat, your eyes that were connected in a heated gaze broke off when you squeezed your eyes shut tight as he quickly pulled out of your mouth with a deep grunt and furiously jerked his cock, white ropes of cum spurting from his cock and covering your face and chest in the warm liquid a second later.

you couldn't open your eyes as some of jun-ho's cum had landed right onto your closed eyelids but you could picture him standing above you, abs shining with sweat and hand slowly jerking his softening cock while the hazy remnants of his orgasm made him twitch with pleasure, admiring the mess he had made on you.

after a few moments of content silence, you heard jun-ho move from his place in front of you before you felt a towel rubbing the gunk off of your face and chest. you unclenched your eyes to be met with the beautiful sight of jun-ho's lazy smile and gleaming eyes, holding a hand out to help you up from the kitchen floor.

"are you alright baby, i didn't go to hard did i?" jun-ho instantly went into fretting husband mode, pulling you up into his chest though your swollen belly kept you from pressing your body flush against his neither of you minded in the least.

leaning up onto your tiptoes you gave jun-ho's full lips a lingering peck, conveying all of your love for each other in one small kiss that meant everything to you both before pulling an inch away from his lips and looking into his eyes.

"i love you so so much, hwang jun-ho," you whispered against his lips, cupping his face as his arms wrapped securely around your waist, "but right now i need you to hush your gums and cuddle me."

⊕⊕⊕ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ɪɴ-ʜᴏ (ꜰʀᴏɴᴛᴍᴀɴ) ⊕⊕⊕ (485 words)

the black lace collar was tight around your throat but that was the least of your concerns right now, as you were in a room full of masked men taking in-ho's cock so deep down your throat you swore you could feel it in your stomach.

while humiliation should be eating you alive right now, being in-ho's pet you had long since grown used to the degrading and lewd situations he would put you in. face fucking you in front of the vip's, guards and waiters was one of the more tamer things he had done.

in-ho was harshly pulling you up and down his cock by the leash that was connected to your collar, uncaring of the gags and excess spit coming from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying your hardest not to throw up around his dick.

"open your eyes and look at me pet." in-ho's stern demand was followed by a hard slap to your cheek, causing you to instantly follow his command and open your teary, glazed over eyes to gaze up at his black mask while he ruthlessly fucked his cock into your mouth.

"aww, look at the tears in your pretty eyes, is my little cock slut going to cry huh?" his tone was mocking and intended to make you feel inferior, and if that didn't do it then the condescending and amused laughs heard from the vip's spread out across the room most definitely did.

muffled wet choking sounds were the only answer to his question that he didn't even need an answer to as seconds after he had asked, the tears gathering in your eyes had started rolling down your puffy red cheeks, leaving streaks down your face and mixing with the spit and pre come gathered around your mouth.

the sight obviously affected in-ho tremendously as he let out a deep drawn out groan when he saw the shiny liquid run down from your eyes, quickly pulling out of your mouth and rubbing his wet cock against your tear covered cheeks before jamming his cock back down your throat and grabbing the back of your head with one hand for leverage to fuck your mouth as hard as he could, meanwhile the other pinched your nose so you had no way of breathing.

"oh look the whores crying, is your masters cock too much for you little girl?" the vip with the deer mask taunted you, his deep and accented voice echoing throughout the room as more mocking comments from the other rich vips followed his comments.

you were completely helpless right now, hands tied tightly behind your back and nose being squeezed between in-ho's long fingers, you could do nothing but take his cock down your throat and hope he would let up soon.

knowing in-ho though, he would do no such thing anytime soon. especially not with an audience to entertain and his favourite little pet in need of being used.

⊕⊕⊕ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴇꜱᴍᴀɴ ⊕⊕⊕ (1,437 words) (how the hell-)

you really should have known better than to ride on an empty train this late at night, creeps and dangerous people lurking around waiting for the right moment to strike on the pretty young thing sitting there all by herself in a short little skirt, nobody around to witness anything.

who knows what could have happened to you if he wasn't there, the thought of someone touching you in anyway angered him beyond belief despite you not knowing him. he knew you though.

he had been watching you for a while now after seeing you on your route home, it was late into the night; he was tired and his hand ached from all of the slapping he had done, he really just wanted to get home eat, pass out and then repeat again tomorrow.

however it seemed fate had different plans for him because when the train doors opened, instead of the occasional drunk or homeless person staggering in like they usually do at this time, you skipped through the doors and lit up the gloomy train within a second.

you had given him a quick glance in passing, noting the handsome man before taking a seat and pulling out a book to read, paying no further attention to him sitting in the opposite end of the cart. he was hypnotized though, completely enamoured and intrigued by you that he couldn't help but stare at you and imagine flipping up your skirt and fucking you right here on this train.

the thought made his dick throb for the rest of the ride, even when the disappointment spread through him as you got up and stood at the train doors, your cute hands gripping onto the pole to keep you steady while you waited for your stop to come. you gave him an adorable smile and a small wave when the doors opened and you stepped out, his eyes glued to your form walking across the platform.

the next night he took the same train at the same time, hoping and praying you would waltz through the doors again because you were all he had thought about since he saw you the night before, he needed to see you. much to his excitement you did, giving him another small smile which he returned with a charming grin before taking a seat on the empty train that held only you and him and pulling out a book to immerse yourself in.

again he stared at you for the whole ride, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you as he hungrily looked at your exposed thighs in your little tennis skirt all the while you remained oblivious to his leering. and naturally, his cock got extremely hard very fast. he was almost tempted to touch himself right there but he didn't want to scare you off, no he had to wait.

that became somewhat of a routine, you would always get onto the train at the exact same time every night and greet the handsome man with an adorable little smile, which he would always return, before you would pay no mind to anything until your stop came. as your stop came up you would always give him a cute wave and another smile, and then after you were gone you would play on his mind 24/7 until he saw you again.

tonight though, he snapped. everything was normal at first, he got on the train at the same time as he always does, excited to see your pretty face and dick already semi hard when you had walked through the doors wearing your hot little skirt, sending him your usual grin.

the sound of keys dropping onto the grimy floor echoed throughout the silent train, interrupting you both mid smile towards each other. you looked down with a blush and quickly bent over to retrieve your fallen keys not realizing the view you were giving him as your skirt rode up, exposing your cute pink thong and perky ass to his eager eyes and causing his breath to catch in his throat.

he was overwhelmed at the sight, he had dreamed of seeing this countless times but nothing could prepare him for the teasing peek you had unintentionally given him of your soft globes. you picked up your keys and gave him a flustered grin, making your way to your usual seat completely unaware of the shocked and turned on state you had left him in.

his thoughts were reeling with the thought of you, the view of your backside forever imprinted in his memory. his head was foggy as he just stared at you, looking at your soft lips and cute face he stood up from his seat as if in a trance, approaching your smaller figure slowly unable to stop himself and honestly not really wanting to either.

your feet were dangling from the train seat swinging back and forth absentmindedly while you quietly read your book, having no clue of the riled up man slowly stalking towards you as if you were his prey. you only noticed he was in front of you when you saw his shiny black dress shoes stop over the edge of your book.

looking up, you saw the mysterious man hovering over you with his hazy eyes set firmly on your face. he looked detached, like he wasn't really there and it made you slightly nervous.

"uh, hello?" you were obviously confused why he was standing in front of you, his crotch a couple inches away from your face making your nose scrunch up and your cheeks darken. you're so cute.

"hello." his voice was deep and low, shocking you slightly though after he had uttered his greeting he did nothing but stand in front of you, leering down at you with a smirk growing on his face.

it wasn't really the response you were looking for, you were hoping he would tell you why he was invading your personal space but instead there was dead silence as you awkwardly stared back at him. you hadn't spoken to this man at all, the only communication was the smiles and waves you would give each other at the start and end of the train ride so you were wondering what he wanted and why he was looking at you like that. he smells good though and he's pretty cute.

after a minute of awkward staring and silence his hand suddenly wrapped around your small wrist, dragging it onto the pristine fabric of his dress pants and guiding your hand to rub slowly against his large covered bulge while he stood in front of you on the empty train.

"what the fuck!?" you yelped out, trying to pull your hand away though you could feel the spark of arousal that shot through you when you felt the size of him through his pants. his tight grip prevented you from pulling away, if anything it made him move your hand harder against his clothed dick and to be honest, you weren't trying your hardest to get away from him.

his pleasure filled eyes were locked onto your wide ones, his full bottom lip taken between his teeth as he practically humped your hand all he wanted and you just let him. after a while it seemed to not be enough anymore, he wanted to feel you against his cock so he undone his belt, pulled down his zipper and pulled his rock hard cock hastily out of his pants much to your shock.

before you could even speak, he took advantage of your open mouth and shoved his cock as far down your throat as he could ignoring the gags and sputtering you were letting out around his dick.

it had all moved so fast, he had gone from admiring you from a distance to balls deep down your throat within five minutes. he didn't mind in the least and it seemed neither did you judging by the way you gripped his thighs and moved your head along with his thrusts after recovering from the sudden action.

he could already tell you were such a good girl and your mouth felt like heaven around his cock, he might just have to follow you home so he could play with you there to. you were his now, your lips wrapped around the base of his cock and your pretty doe eyes looking up at him being evidence of that, you belonged completely to him in his mind and he was going to take such good care of his little girl from now on.

(i really really wanted to continue this but it was getting way too long for a reaction)

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you were laid out on your back, legs spread wide and knees pushed to your chest as a square guard hammered his thick cock into your used, cum covered pussy. you honestly could not remember for the life of you the amount of orgasms the guards have given you, barely being able to comprehend anything other than the cocks drilling relentlessly into your mouth and pussy.

this had been going on for hours, different guards taking turns fucking your mouth and pussy, some had even fucked your ass and pussy at the same time so to say you were exhausted was an understatement. you pushed on though, wanting to prove to them that you could take it.

cum from the previous guards who had fucked you mixed with your juices and spit creating a lewd squelching sound that filled the crowded room filled to the brim with pink guards, all of them lining up to have a go at you for the first, second or even third time.

the triangle guard's head was tilted back as the thrusts from the square guard hammering into your pussy fucked his large cock into your throat over and over again, his heavy balls repeatedly hitting against your nose and one of his hands wrapped loosely around your neck so he could feel his dick moving while your head hung over the edge of the bed.

under his mask you were sure his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth parted in pleasure while bliss took over his body, feeling your tight warm throat wrapped around his cock and not even having to move a muscle through it all sending him into overdrive.

"open your mouth wide slut, yeah just like that." the triangle guards deep voice cut through the slapping and moaning sounds, pulling his cock out of your mouth and roughly grabbing your jaw to hold your mouth open as he tugged his cock a few times before aiming it into your mouth and squirting ribbons of his cum onto your tongue and face. "swallow it."

doing as he says, you swallowed it all down and lazily stuck your tongue out to prove to him that you had done as he had asked like the good girl you were. all you got was a soft pat to your upside down cheek before another guard stepped in his previous spot and shoved his long cock down your fucked raw throat.

hoping for a small break was too much then.

everything went black when your maybe 10th orgasm suddenly hit you, a dull throb of pain mixing in with the pleasure as the square guard pounded into you so hard the bed started to drag across the pristine floor. your walls tightened around him and your body started to thrash around on the cocks impaling you, taking them both into an orgasm right behind you and filling you with their creamy seed.

your body was aching at this point, every single part of you hurt to move and yet the pleasure that shot through you when more new cocks entered your mouth and pussy was more than pathetic. all of your holes have been stuffed with cum and you were on the borderline of passing out, but still you craved more.

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a/n: i have no more room for images in this post and the pink guards gif wasn't working every time i made it so i have to make a new one for that lmao anyways some of these are way too long and i got carried away but i hope you all enjoy!! i really wanna continue the salesmans part though cause like damn he is so sos ooosososososo fine uhm also if anyone has any reaction ideas lmk please i need some so badly <3 stay safe everyone byyyyyyeee!!

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marycarabell · 3 years

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Cho Sangwoo (218) 🦑💕

People may not like him as a character, but I do like him tho✌He's really interesting and cunning!

Follow me: @marycarabell

(hearts and reblogs are very much appreciated 💕)

I haven't being update lately because of school, but a quick drawing will end it! And actually 50+ followers?!?! HOLYYY- thank you much guys😭😭💕

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astridismissing · 3 years

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works in progess - current requests.

(bold means i’ve started on writing them!)

nsfw alphabet for jun-ho.

simp!sang-woo.

angst w/ fluffy ending w/ sang-woo.

sae-byeok w/ bubbly reader.

sub!jun-ho smut.

sae-byeok smut.

sub!sae-byeok smut.

jun-ho w/ a size kink smut.

ali x reader relationship headcanons.

sae-byeok w/ a clingy significant other.

ali smut.

sang-woo x reader who dies during the game.

these are just the top ones at the moment, so if you don’t see yours, don’t worry! (that or tumblr ate them)

#work in progress!#kang sae byeok #kang sae byeok x reader #squid game #hwang jun ho x reader #hwang jun ho #cho sangwoo x reader #cho sangwoo #ali abdul x reader #ali abdul

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ruershrimo · 2 years

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genshin impact x reader: the inventor and their traveller, part 1 - the strange man with a vision and the flying contraption

features kazuha

warnings: no warnings yet

notes: hihi tumblr I've been dead for a while and I came back with a new series woo

taglist: @apyrose

hellooo please shoot me an ask if you want to be added to the taglist (or just talk to me in asks, it gets lonely and I don’t bite)

series masterlist

Strolling around the streets of Inazuma City, you sighed. Your younger brother’s chubby little hand was tightly latched onto yours as the fabrics in your arms rubbed against your skin like the soft caress of a snowflake's touch. Gazing at your brother’s happy face, but also noticing your heart’s undertones of miserable feelings, you couldn’t help but wonder:

How did you get here?

With a breath of excitement and a bag containing your newest invention, you eagerly rushed out of the doors of your home. You ran through Higi Village in the pitch-dark night, with only the stars and the moon out to provide others with light. Though it had just struck midnight, you were much too jittery to sleep, itching to test your recently-invented air contraption. Past the rows of village houses, you hurried to the depths of the forest, your feet gradually being lifted off the ground more as you neared your destination, as if you were ascending a metaphorical staircase to heaven. Your heaven, the heaven that included inventions, advancement and futuristic technology was closer and closer to you with each step you took, from each invention contributing to an even larger step forward, and each step forward contributing to your dream: Fontaine, the land of justice, technological advancements, flashy apparel and the like.

You snatched your satchel from your shoulder, rummaging through the messy space as you searched for your latest invention. The edges of the shape you crafted with your parents’ materials tickled your fingers and thumb until you grasped it enough to free it from the folds of your scientific satchel.

When the sun rose, you were perfectly ready to conduct your investigation, to test your new invention.

Soon, you aimed for your target, hoping to launch your juxtaposition of various materials at your usual aiming point. You enjoyed the thrill of excitement you had whenever you had the chance to test out a new invention, the blades of grass beneath you prickling at your skin and garments, and the wind gently blowing on your face. The purpose of the contraption you held in your hands was to serve as the prototype of a future invention that could soar into the air, with inspirations taken from ships and darts. You’ve heard of inventions like these from Fontaine, but yours would be much bigger and loads better, even being able to stay suspended in the air for lengthier periods than any invention of this variety ever before.

Before you could let your hands speak for themselves and be lost in the sensation of inventions, however, you spotted a blob of white and red. It might have been… a person? Or maybe a white canvas with specks of paint?

Heading closer to the speck, you realised that it was actually a person, with a head of white, snowy hair confined in a low ponytail, along with a streak of crimson red. The same colour palette was repeated in his clothing, through his maple leaf-patterned haori and white kimono, with some black highlights and sections of his clothes. His garments possessed an aesthetic that sang of maple leaves which were carried throughout all parts of his clothes.

His head serenely turned to you, as you almost reached him, and your gazes intertwined. His stare struck into yours like a knife with vermillion irises of fervour and ambition, of journeying in nature, from the highest mountains to the lowest trenches of the earth. Even if it seemed impossible now to you, his eyes spoke in their code of its urge to wander, and how its code was everyone’s own decision to decipher. If this had taken place in the dead of the night, you would’ve thought the balance of intensity and comfort in his pupils could cause him to serve as a threat to you and your being.

Eventually, you realised that there was a mint-coloured orb dangling from his blood-red scarf- a Vision.

Had you been closely acquainted with this person, you would have been endangered in this country due to the Vision Hunt Decree. It would have shattered your seed of a reputation before you could nurture it. There would be Tenryou Commission guards targeting you and chasing you left and right with inhumane methods and aims.

“Yes?”

You paused.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

“You’re shaking. Are you alright?”

What was happening to you?

Was this fear?

Your heart pumped out of your chest at a rapid pace. A sheen of sweat covered your body. You breathed in and out in an erratic manner.

You tried to gather your breath and tried to calm your heartbeat.

However, your brain kept going on and on about how this person, this ostensibly dangerous madman, this hazard to you, had a Vision, and was out there freely. Just one mistake, one inch, one step, and you could be taken in by guards of purple uniforms, locked up like a bird in a cage, for momentary salvation and pleading before what you could only guess was eternal nothingness.

You couldn’t run. To you, it seemed as if something had frozen you in place and would not free you from its grasp. Your legs screamed at you, “Run, idiot!”, but you couldn’t move, or run, or hide. If the Tenryou Commission guards hadn’t captured him yet, he would have been one of those rogue criminals with the blades and swordsmanship to pierce through everything in their way. Even if there were no guards here, what if he caught you? What if he killed you?

Suddenly, he raised a leaf (you don’t know where he found it) to his lips and blew on it. A calming, whistle-like sound flooded your ears, refreshing you like the wind softly blowing on your face. As if to say, “Calm down.”

And you felt alright again.

You gathered your breath, calmed your heartbeat and smoothed the surface of your panicked being. You were now composed.

The whistle from the leaf stopped.

“Don’t be afraid. You’ll be fine. Just relax.”

You took a deep breath once again.

“I’m sorry for that.”

He might have been a better person than you thought.

“If I may ask, what brings you here?” he inquired.

“Oh, I was… testing something.”

“Testing what?”

Well, you thought. You might as well tell him. You don’t even know each other’s names.

“An invention.”

Time ostensibly froze at that point. Your glances met and you might have bored into each other’s eyes forever and only at that very moment. Fiddling your fingers, you awaited his reply as you worried about what his opinions of your aspirations were.

“I see. Can you show me your invention, if I’m allowed to see it?”

It was as if you had been stolen away from your negative thoughts and now you were accompanied by this man, a man who you didn’t even know. He actually wanted to know about your inventions. Not even your most trusted companions bothered to listen to you when you rambled on about your ambitions, cutting them out as conversational clutter instead, and replying to you with either a facepalm in disapproval or an expression of ‘here we go again’.

“Of course!”

And that started a new friendship. You explained all of your inventions to the young man, from your newest prototype contraption to your oldest one. No one had ever listened to you so intently as him, even when you went on and on and on about how your inventions will “Revolutionise the technology of Teyvat as a whole!” or how they will “Improve the overall life and wellbeing of an average Teyvatian person!”. You didn’t even know him, and yet you probably placed more trust in him in one interaction than with any person who was actually involved in your life.

By the time you were done, you realised that it was a crisp afternoon, and that you had to hurry back to Higi Village soon. Waving back at the man, you bid your farewells to each other and rushed back home.

You still didn’t know this person.

Well, technically you did, but this mind stranger merely told you a few things about himself, like his friend and their little snow-coloured cat or how he was only travelling in the areas near Higi Village for one more day. However, he didn’t tell you of his name, his age (though from your observations, he was about the same age as you from his overall physique and health status) or why he hadn’t been imprisoned by violet-clothed guards yet.

You probably couldn’t even find him again.

Yet, when you retired to your home to be met with a frustrated, worried family who interrogated you on why you were out for so long, your fingers scanned your bag for your prototype contraption and you remembered that you didn’t even get to complete your agenda for that day.

The invention had been left untested for that day-

-But it didn’t matter. You could try it the next day, and you could perhaps meet the man again if you were lucky.

It would be killing two birds with one stone, right?

I met a man with a Vision And now he knows of my ambition He listened to me And I was happy That strange, strange man with a vision

#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kadehara kazuha #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #the inventor and their traveller #kazuha #ruer writes

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squidficdump · 2 years

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📌Fic List and Links📌

Updated 12/16/21

Please LMK about mixed up links.

xR = character x reader, romantic or sexual +R = character + reader, platonic ★ = N/S/F/W

Deok-su Glass Bridge (1/2, incomplete) xR ★ Ao3 | WP Jacket Thief xR ★ Ao3 To the Beat of My xR ★ Ao3 | WP Bored + Breathless xR ★ Ao3 | WP

Ali Disquiet +R Ao3

That's all for now. Want more content faster? Consider leaving comments! Anon commenting is turned on in Ao3 and anon asks are turned on for Tumblr. Please let me know what you like* so I can continue to provide it.

*Do not request Sang-woo content

#pinned #squid game fanfic #jang deok su #장덕수 #deok su #deoksu

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ode-to-dumplings · 2 years

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Searching the Squid Game tag on tumblr, looking for interesting new takes, discussions of characters/actions, analysis of symbolism, etc etc

And instead being assaulted by fem!reader x blood covered cho sang-woo UwU

Like, I should expect this by now you would think. But it still fucking gets me everytime. Like getting slapped by a freight train

#squid game #tumblr fanfic #I'm not knocking it #i really couldn't care less what you crazy kids get into #it's just really fucking funny to me

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suspiciouslybluemilktea · 3 years

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Pairing: Unknown (Saeran Choi) X Female Reader CRACK FIC

Description: You are a humble teenage bookworm, obsessed with the performer Lady Gaga and her catchy music. Or perhaps, it’s not her you’re obsessed with, but her back up dancer, Saeran. When your bestie Sasha offers you the chance to watch a performance front row, a chance encounter happens. Can you successfully woo this ̶s̶e̶x̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ handsome dancer? Or will your attempt to dress up lead to nothing at all.

This is in NO way shape or form to be taken seriously. It is supposed to be a funny parody of many Wattpad stories we may have read way back when. It is not targeting any one author and is entirely based on stereotypes and jokes made about old experiences.

Little warning: Some of the jokes made could be said to be 18+, but nothing is too over the top. The reader is described to be blond with blue eyes, etc., just following Wattpad stereotypes. All descriptions of the reader are for comedic purposes as well as the “authors notes”. The elixir is brought up at the end.

This fic contains and is based on a sketch done by my friend 🤎Melkinpump🤎, who you can find on tumblr here: https://melkinpump.tumblr.com/

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https://youtu.be/dQw4w9WgXcQ song from chapter 2!!!

CHAPTER ONE-

I woke up to see my beautiful turquoise bedroom shining in the sun. It was finally time, today I was going to a Lady Gaga concert. My gaze drifted to the Lady Gaga poster on my wall. But here’s the plot twist. I wasn’t in love with her, but him. The man in the back of the poster, Saeran, one of her favorite back up dancers. He was in all of her shows, and today I just had to seduce him best I could, which would be hard because I was such a nerd. I stared lovingly at his face behind hers, tongue sticking out with a blue color to it from the koolaid he had in his hand. It was pretty rock and roll epic. I sighed. Time to get dressed.

I followed the advice of my friend Sasha, and wore one of her tight black leather dresses. I’m not used to tight clothes, but she’s a seduction master with 10 boyfriends right now, so I’m listening. It hugged my 1 inch waist so tight I couldn’t breathe, and the cleavage showed almost my whole natural DD rack, but I guess it looks hot. This felt weird, so not like me who usually wears big sweaters and big jeans. Of course, I still need to wear my glasses or I can’t see shit. I took down my long, straight platinum blond hair out of my pony tail and brushed it. Lastly, I brushed my teeth incase we do make out.

Sasha arrived in her Jaguar car. She’s super rich unlike me. She yelled at me,

“Why aren’t you wearing makeup? Come here let’s fix you up!”

She put on a lot of my makeup for me, thick black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. I put back on my glasses when she was finished, and she smacked my hand.

“No! Guys don’t like girls who wear glasses, show off those pretty blue eyes!”

I sighed as now I’d be blind for the concert. But it’s ok, it’s all to win his heart. The devil with the white hair and man whore outfit he always wore. It was Lady Gaga’s thing to make him dress like that, I didn’t mind because he’s incredibly sexy in it.

I tried not to let my mind wander too much as Sasha drove us to the concert. I could not be nervous, and I definitely couldn’t allow him to see that I was actually just a little nerd girl. Tonight, I’m a sex kitten just for him. Sasha made sure of that.

END CHAPTER 1

HEY guys I hope you enjoyed chapter one :) chapter two is just down below and maybe you’ll finally get to kiss Saeran idk it’s not like I’m the author ;))

CHAPTER 2-

The concert began. And there he was, dancing so close to me as we had front row seats which Sasha’s rich dad paid for. I’m so lucky to have a rich bestie.

He rocked his hips to the beat, that pink leotard type outfit barely covering much. I could see his beautiful pecs through the heart in the center, shiny from his glistening sweat. Unless Lady Gaga told him to shine up with something, I wouldn’t put it past her.

@melkinpump

After a few minutes, my heart stopped beating. He noticed me! His aqua orbs met mine in the crowd, gazing into my soul with such a fiery passion as he danced, white locks stuck to his forehead with sweat. My friend nudged me, smiling. I couldn’t believe it. I smiled at him, and started singing the words to the song playing to pretend I was unphased.

And then, it happened. He kneeled down next to me, chains from his outfit clinking a little, leaning in with his hand cupping his ear to hear my voice. He then spoke, the tone surprising me as his voice was rather airy.

“I can’t hear you!”

I sang louder.

“You can be louder than that!”

He smirked at me teasingly. My heart was leaping sky high as I got even louder for him. I’d do anything for him.

Just then, he passed me his hand, offering to take me up on stage with him. I hesitantly took it, feeling its heat in mine as he pulled me up on stage next to him. It felt unreal!

“YOU GO GIRL WOOOOH!”, Sasha screamed.

Lady Gaga stopped then cued the next song as Saeran passed me a mic. The music started playing and I could feel my heart in my throat. I couldn’t let him know this confidence was all a fake to win him as I’m usually just a bookworm. I sang best I could, the song was a classic, “Poker Face” by Lady Gaga (link at the top). To my surprise, Saeran also took a mic. It was just the two of us singing, and the audience was in awe because it sounded so good. I didn’t even know I could sing because I never have before, but now I understand I have a hidden talent, and I feel more confident.

As the song wrapped up, he smiled at me and handed me a VIP backstage pass! I thanked him profusely as I got down from the stage, eliciting a wink. I can’t believe I’m going to get to see him backstage!

CHAPTER 3-

Hey guys :/ adult content warning !

Skip ahead to the end of the awesome concert and me and Sasha were heading backstage with my shiny, black VIP pass. It had a mint eye symbol on it which looked bitchin. The guard stopped Sasha from entering,

“Sorry, only that one is allowed by Mr. Saeran.”

Mr. Saeran? Now that’s hot. But I’m also sad because I want to take Sasha too because without her, I wouldn’t even be at this concert! Sasha winked at me,

“It’s ok girl, go live your dream. My dad’s rich so one of my boyfriends is Justin Beiber so I don’t need this anyways.”

“Thanks bestie.” I smiled at her, preparing myself to go meet Saeran and Lady Gaga alone.

I took in a deep breath, my exposed chest nice and puffed out to attract his attention because I know guys like boobs. Sasha told me that, I don’t know much about guys because I’m a nerd. But hopefully now I’d be his nerd.

The security guard led me to the back of the hall, opening the big door, revealing Saeran and Lady Gaga, standing and talking. I was in shock! They were both so hot in person! I am so lucky!

Their heads turned in my direction, Saeran hungrily licking his lips upon seeing me. I couldn’t get any redder!

Just then, Lady Gaga handed me some blue koolaid and told me to take a seat with a sweet smile. I smiled back and sat like she said. Lady Gaga spoke,

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you! You really grabbed my dancer’s attention here as well as mine and the crowds, and I instructed him to pick one lucky girl to meet with today. And here you are! With a singing voice like that, I want to know if you want to join us on tour!”

With that, I’m certain I stopped breathing. To work alongside Saeran AND Lady Gaga?! Incredible! I didn’t mind leaving my old life behind to be sexy and cool always like I was tonight, because at home I was nothing but a 16 year old boring book worm. I’d be happy to never see high school again, but I’d miss Sasha.

“Yes!” I squeaked happily.

“Good girl~” Saeran cooed. I wasn’t expecting him to call me that, and I blushed red to my ears.

“First, let’s finish that drink with a toast to you joining us!” Lady Gaga cheered.

“Ok! Cheers to our new pet here!”, Saeran said raising a glass too.

It’s weird that he called me pet, personally I think a little ominous. But it’s ok, he can call me as he likes.

As I tasted the koolaid, it was super bitter and burned my throat. Saeran and Lady Gaga smiled at me, and I smiled back, forcing myself to chug it as they watched eagerly. I then felt super dizzy and sick…what was this koolaid? As the room started spinning, I reached a hand to my head and winced. Saeran sat next to me and guided me to lean on him. Even though I felt odd, leaning on him still made my heart race.

He stroked my hair, whispering “good girl” once more. This was getting freaky. Did they drug me?

Before I could open my mouth to speak, Lady Gaga took off her crazy wig. I saw long blond curls fall down as she removed her wig cap. Within another second, she popped out colored contacts, revealing orbs as green as emeralds. That wasn’t Lady Gaga at all! It was a fraud! I gasped, but Saeran held me closer, telling me to remain quiet.

“Just as you’re thinking child, this isn’t a Lady Gaga concert at all, but a recruitment for our cult! I killed Lady Gaga long ago, and took her place. Saeran here is in charge of choosing one lucky person each show to join us, and with your voice you’ll make a great performer alongside us here at the Mint Eye!”

I was so angry and confused. What did she mean she killed Lady Gaga? And a cult? No way…

Saeran spoke to me again, “don’t worry little blondy, I chose you because you’ll be a great assistant for me with that voice. We have a lot of work to do, and lucky for you, since I can tell you like me, you get to work alongside me~”. He cackled and then crushed my phone with his bare hands.

I was horrified. I spoke softly, still feeling weird.

“Saeran…I thought you were a good person…I know you are…I love you…”

He seemed moved in those minty eyes, but wouldn’t tell it. His eyes were a tad watery as he scooped me up into his arms and cradled me close to his chest. My head rested on the open heart in his costume.

“I know, and that’s exactly why I chose you. I’ve been watching you for a long time, y/n. You look different without your glasses. But don’t worry, we have contacts for on stage.”

And with that he carried me to his room, and I prepared for my new life as a cultist.

END!!!!

A/N: Hey everyone thanks for reading <3 I wonder what Saeran and y/n are going to do in his room next 😳😜😎🍋!!?!! If I get 3 comments, I’ll write the next part :3 which will be rated 18+ though!!! I think you know why ;)))) !!! Pray for me 🙏 because I just broke my pelvis and I’m so sorry that 18+ part will be a little late because of it but I’ll write it in the hospital! Safe wishes 💋! Thanks for all the support!!!!

Fin! *takes a bow*

#saeran choi #unknown saeran #ray mystic messenger #saeran x mc #saeran x reader #unknown mystic messenger

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aquaticalay · 4 years

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Siren .Chapter One.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes fancies you, a singer who performs at a local bar every Monday and Friday night. After a few months of attending your gigs, Bucky finally got the chance to talk to you. One problem: you are New York's sonic screaming vigilante. And the avengers have been trying to figure out who you are for months. (Post-Endgame)

Warning/s for this chapter : cursing??? Is this even a warning anymore???

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, eventual smut (which you can skip)

Word count: 1700+ (a little short, but this chapter is more of an introduction)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel characters. The song I'm using in this chapter is 'Crowbar' by Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes.

Note: I'M FINALLY BACK. I finally found the time to commit to another multichapter fanfic, which I posted the summary to nearly half a year ago. There were people who requested to be on the taglist already months ago, and I will tag them below. If you want to get off the taglist, just let me know! (No hard feelings, preferences change!) Anyway, I apologize for the long hiatus. The reason it took so long was that I wasn't happy with how the first plot outline turned out, so I had to re do it a couple of times and even tweak the original idea a bit until I was finally happy with the plot. That, and the last few months were hectic for me. I also apologize for reuploading this for the third time, but Tumblr did not show this in the tags.

Anyway, I will be posting a new chapter every two days. Let me know if you'd like to be on the taglist!

Something about punk was liberating. It was empowering. It gave freedom back to the people. Back to you. You could say whatever the fuck you wanted, wear whatever the fuck you wanted.

That's why you loved performing in New York's thriving underground scene.

You sang at bars weekly, usually just performing whenever you could get a gig, but a dive bar in Myrtle Avenue, Brooklyn, booked you twice a week. Mermaid's Tail was an all-ages inclusive bar you've been going to for as long as you can remember.

"We're on in 5 minutes," called Lando, pulling his bass strap over his head.

Lando has been your bestfriend throughout both your childhood and adulthood. He was also a member of your band, along with two other great friends you made along the way, Vince and Luna.

"Alright," you say, dramatically standing up from the speaker you were sitting on, a lopsided grin on your face, "let's get the party started!"

The stage wasn't big. Not at all. It just had a slightly elevated floor, and just enough space for Luna's drumkit and a few amps for the guitar and bass.

You head on stage, the crowd still hyped up from the ska band who played before you.

The crowd was as big as two hundred, and it was so diverse, as you liked it. People of all ages, all shades of melanin, and all backgrounds seem to enjoy the music. Some stay at the bar and enjoyed the booze.

You came on stage, a wireless microphone wrapped tightly around your fist like a baseball bat. As Vince started playing a slow and haunting guitar riff, you shouted into the microphone "How are we feeling, Mermaid's Tail?" You said, responded by a couple of enthusiastic 'woo's from the crowd.

"We are a couple of kids from Manhattan called the Submariners, here to play you a few songs. this one is called Crowbar!"

A few people who has been to one of your show recognized it and started to jump up and down. The song started quite slowly, a simple guitar riff, a low bassline, subtle drums and your voice almost a whisper.

"We all come from an explosion in the sky. One day there was nothing and the next there was life. And all the rivers and the mountains and the sun and the moon. And then all of a sudden there's a cloud of doom'

As soon as the chorus strikes, the drums became more complicated, and your voice louder to compliment the beat. The room simultaneously jumped, as if they know the rhythm by heart.

"It's a trap, and there's no comfort fitting in. A fake safety that no one believes in And if it goes against who you think you are It's the death of happiness Go and get the crowbar"

As the song progresses, the crowd became more elated. More energetic, more electric. As a result, you did, too.

"We all fell down from a tired dying star,Star dust on the breeze to fuckin' pick an avatar. From nothing into all and then the next thing to arrive is the terrifying fear of how you're supposed to live your life"

The beginning second chorus invited a welcomed chaos that the audience was enjoying, not caring about anything but the sounds that you make.

"People everywhere will try to bring you down. Those jealous motherfuckers they will try and take your crown"

The instrumentals quited down a bit, leaving room for your emotions, anger and rage, to seep out of your voice like honey.

"It's easier for them to put you in a box, Keep you safely locked away because they hate it when the boat's rocked. But fuck 'em all, they don't tell us who we are. So when they try and lock you up, go and get the fucking crowbar!"

You bent your vocal chords, intentionally making it crack, nearly screaming, like you were hiding in something you'd rather be showing to the world. Of course, this was not the full extent of your vocal chords, but any louder and everyone in the block would have their eardrums bleeding. Lucky for them, you knew your limits and controlled it well.

The last bit of the song, you sang freely, the crowd turning into a moshpit, eventually melting into a pot of adrenaline, sweat and excitement.

Finishing the song, you let out a sigh of relief and a chuckle, "You guys are a fiesty bunch, aren't you?"

As the crowd of 200 roared, you continued to the next song, and the next, and the next, until the gig was over.

One person caught you attention at the corner of your eye. The sharp-featured man sat at the bar with a drink, wearing a black jacket and gloves. His hair was black or brown, depending on the light, tied to a messy bun. His eyes, however, were somewhat still a mystery. He had aviator sunglasses on, though it wasn't that dark a shade. It dark enough so the color of his eyes were hidden, but light enough for you to see the movement of his pupils, where your very motion seemed to act like a magnet to his sight. Something that disturbed you was that he was always there when you were performing, downing unholy amounts of alchohol, but somehow he didn't flinch. His posture indicated that he was always sober. He was alert, never slouched, not even for one second. As much as you tried to ignore him, you couldn't shake off the paranoia.

As your show ended and the band head off the stage to the back room, Lando whispered in your ear discreetly, "Meeting in the back room. Now."

You nodded ever so slightly, and replied, "give me 10 minutes."

And with that, Lando, Vince, and Luna went one way, and you a seperate route.

You made your way through the crowd as a another band took the stage, a thumping rythm accompanying your movements.

You quickly spot the man on the bar. He looks like he was going to leave after finishing his drink, but you swift take a seat on the bar stool next to him. You signal to the bartender and ordered, "two beers!" You exclaimed, handing him a few bucks, "One for me, and one for the gentlemen. Keep the change."

You delicately glanced at the man, who only raised his eyebrow in fascination. Before neither of you could say anything, the bartender slid the bottles your way.

You grabbed it both, and handed one over to the man, who graciously accepted your offer.

You took a sip, then turned to face him, "And does the gentlemen have a name?"

He hestitated, but told you, "James."

"James," you said, a forced sweetness coming out of your voice. You did not bother to introduce yourself. You figured if that if he's seen you perform, he must know your name."You look familiar," you continued, "Have you been at the Mermaid's Tail before?"

"A couple of times," he admitted, taking a sip on his own.

You weren't stupid, nor ignorant. You knew it was more than a couple of times. More like a couple dozen times, but you knew better than to confront him directly. You had to coax his intentions out of him in order to get the truth.

"You like the music?" You asked, and he shrugged, easing into the conversation.You noticed the charm hidden behind his secretive demeanor. "I like the atmosphere."

You didn't know if you should believe what he said, but decided to go along with it. Nodding a little, you chugged the beer until it was half empty and pretended to lose balance on the stool, dropping the rest of the beer on the floor. You let yourself fall into James' arms, propping yourself up, pretending to regain balance. James gently helped you, while you trace every inch of his clothing, trying to find a wallet or a phone— anything that could give you a clue about his identity, but frustratingly, you can't seen to find any. He either forgot everything at home, or was smart enough not to put important things in places where he could get picked. You had a feeling it was most likely the latter than the former.

He helped you back to the bar stool, both his hands on your hips, steadying you. You were aware of the inconsistency on his left grip, as if it was somehow more certain than his right. Unfortunately, his gloves kept you from getting more information.

You forced a chuckle, "sorry," you said, "the adrenaline's still pumping. Y'know, after a gig."

"S'okay," he let out a smile as if your display of joy was contagious.

"Well," you said finally, "I think my friends are waiting for me. See you around, James?"

He nodded sincerely, "See you around."

Turning around, you could feel his eyes linger on you as you disappeared into the crowd.

"There she is!" Vince, rolling his eyes, when you entered the back room, "Finally!"

Vince was on a chair, Luna on the table, and Lando had his eyes glued to his laptop screen, which was on the same table Luna was sitting on.

"Done flirting with mr. sunglasses indoors?" Luna laughed, but you just took the joke lightly and shook your head. "His name is James. And there's something weird about him."

"Besides wearing sunglasses indoors?" Luna taunted the obvious with a cheeky smile, and Vince smacked her upside in the head playfully. "He is sketchy. He's been going to our gigs here for months."

"Maybe he likes music," Vince suggested, "Did you pick his pocket?" He asked, knowing that pickpocketting was your usual method of finding out who people are.

"I tried. Found nothing," you said, a hint of defeat in your voice.

"That is sketchy," Luna agreed.

"Will you shut up!" Lando complained, "I'm working here!"

"Geez," Luna said, getting up from a table, and grabbing a briefcase from a cupboard, "Someone's sensitive." She opened the briefcase, revealing a gun in it. It was a glock 19x, which she and Vince modified specifically for stealth and tactical shooting. "Did you bring the bullet rounds?" She asked Vince. He replied by tossing her two rounds, which she prepared for use. It was always this way. Luna and Vince were the weapon specialists, Lando the tech genius, and you? You did all the dirty work by yourself.

You didn't mind, though. In fact, it was addicting.

"Yes!" Lando suddenly exclaimed. He stood up and faced you, "Suit up, (Y/n)," he said, "I found another lead on our guy."

You smirked, knowing what to do.

After all, you and your misfit friends were musicians by night, a vigilante team by midnight.

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Harana - Padawan!Obi-Wan x Reader

A/N: Man I really sat on this wip for 3 whole ass years. OBI-WAN AND INFINITE SADNESS? I DON’T KNOW HER. I ONLY KNOW TEA AND MIST DIFFUSERS. There are some sneaky references to Casablanca in here and a section of Anne of Avonlea.

Harana in the rural Filipino tradition is the act of courtship by serenading (with guitar) and often has the serenadee to respond back in kind (also with guitar). Often your bros would help you woo a girl by being your back up players and singers. Imagine Romeo and Juliet balcony but with significantly more guitars and second-hand embarrassment. Also the wookiepedia entry on music is absolutely WILD. (Reposting bc tumblr hates me and the tags were broken)

Title: Harana Tags: @fangirltothe-end , @hellotherekenobi Words: 1650+ Masterpost: here (x) Prompt List: here (x) Mixtape Archive: here (x) The Obi-Wan Kenobae playlist (x)

Perhaps you’d foolishly consider yourself a hopeless romantic.

It just seemed one of those days: sunny and the breeze just a touch warm, the scent of Ithorian roses and Sachi blossoms drifting upon it as you spent a day idly reading upon the balcony of your apartment. Somehow it was as if nothing could go wrong. Not spilling your tea all over the counter, not making your bath far, far too warm, hells not even the dozens of unopened messages on your comm could ruin the quiet serenity you were feeling.

And you may as well enjoy it after all, this reprieve from the tedium of study would only last for a few more days. You’d spent enough time watching holo-movies and idly playing music upon your old guitar as it was. It was time to finally work through that pile of reading you had always intended to get to.

The sun was slowly descending beyond the rolling hills at the horizon and you were well into your bookchip now. A story you felt viscerally, had read and re-read so many times and yet you yearned and pined and loved alongside the protagonists of the story. You would always smile, feeling your soul alight as your eyes traced the words upon the screen. Perhaps that explosive, violent love was never for you. The ones they showed in holodramas where the lovers would dramatically meet at the docking bay for one last passionate kiss. A confession and a farewell all at once. No, you ached for something quieter. Something as constant and warm as sunlight.

‘Perhaps, after all,’ you read, ‘romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a Jedi knight flying down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps… perhaps… love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship- ’

You were suddenly pulled out of your reverie at the sound of footsteps and the murmur of a voice.

“Who’s there?” Your hands gripped at a small blaster in the folds of your dress in reaction to the sudden sound, eyes frantically scanning the deceptively serene balcony. Datapad in hand, you slowly made your way to the wide stone ledge. Carefully brushing off fallen blush-coloured petals you precariously leaned over, checking for any assailants below the ledge. Granted it was a stupid idea, but it was worth a shot anyway.

What you hadn’t been expecting was a young man sitting on a balcony ledge below, quietly singing to himself as he stared out into the far distance.

Kriff abort mission, no, nooooooo….nah... nope can’t do this.

You really couldn’t, he looked far too peaceful with one leg tucked under his arm, the other lazily over-hanging his ledge as half-lidded crystal eyes stared out to the peaceful idyll of distant lakes and hills. And yet, you were still there, half-falling off your ledge and staring at this boy as if you’d been ordered to memorise his appearance in order to assassinate him in the marketplace tomorrow. But something tugged at the back of your mind as you took in his relaxed robes in a sort of cream colour, the brown cloak discarded carelessly upon the balcony floor and what appeared to be a braid peeking out from behind his ear-

Oh no, oh kriff… oh kriff, kriff.

You were unaware that the Jedi were even allowed to sing. You’d always been taught that they were a hermit-y sort that didn’t do the whole singing-and-dancing-and-women-and-drink-and-wine-and-merriment sort of thing. Probably spent their free time herding shaak and the like.

But clearly you were very, very wrong.

He was a wonderful singer. His voice carrying the romantic yet mournful tune that you must have heard somewhere before. Was it a play? No, it must have been one of those sweeping holo-movies that always seemed to make every being in the room cry as the battered cantina owner lamented the return of his lost love. What was it? He’d refused to have that song played ever again? And yet he did, drinking whiskey, a single tear falling down his noble features. They’d always have Correlia, he’d say, assuring himself that he truly was fine and not crumbling apart within.

And that young man was still singing the tune, and you… you were simply transfixed at his beauty and his serenity, wondering what other power in the galaxy had blessed him so with coppery hair that glistened just so under the blaze of the setting sun.

“Hello there!” He turned suddenly and cheerfully waved to you.

There were many things you would tell people in the future about that time you first encountered the famous General Kenobi; “The Negotiator”. His kindness, his laughter, his smile…What you wouldn’t tell them, was the absolute mess you’d made of yourself while you fell off your balcony ledge and onto your tiled floor.

Like a complete and absolute ass.

Oh and your pad had tumbled off the marbled edge and cluttered upon the tiles of the Jedi’s balcony.

But it was alright with the coppery-haired piece of shit, apparently. He was profusely apologising and bounding up with his magical force powers to stand upon the narrow ledge on the other side of the stone balustrade.

“Are you alright?” He tilted his head in confusion, padawan braid swinging against his chest. You felt your mouth open and close, but you doubted anything escaped. “It appears your pad has smashed itself into smithereens.”

“I-I,”

“You can speak Basic, can’t you? If not, I can translate into-” He offered very quickly,

“No, of course I can speak Basic, I was just…” Gingerly, you prised yourself off the floor, dusting down rumpled skirts and staring at the odd Jedi. “You’re a wonderful singer,” you blurted.

“Well thank you,” He replied, a little flustered, a hand moving to fiddle with his cute little nerf tail.

Cute. Cute? Kriff, you’d only been talking to the boy for the last thirty seconds. Surely this was a new record.

“I didn’t know Jedi sang,” You rambled on and you simply knew that heat would be pooling up in your face for the boy to see-

Oh no, it was fine, he was turning a rather charming shade of pink too. It only seemed to get worse, didn’t it? Oh of course, of course he was cursed with dimples. You really should have just cut your losses and fled.

He laughed, swinging a leg over your balustrade and sitting upon it. “Oh we sing sometimes, my master says it drives him up the walls. But I am sorry, I’ve been terribly impolite. I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan learner.” He held out a hand and you took it, shaking it as well as you could given your dazed circumstances. You were pretty sure, however, that you at least managed to give him your name.

“Well, Y/N, however can I make this up to you?” He gestured to the mangled, metallic remains below. “It is more or less my fault and-”

He still had not let go of your hand, and despite all common sense, you found no reason to let go. How could you? Obi-Wan (you had the sneaking suspicion it would roll off your tongue) continued rambling and you merely stepped away, your hand fighting to remain in his until you were too far, finger tips brushing against a calloused palm.

“Wait here,” You said, placating the concerned look that had passed before his face. Your feet traced the path through your room, eyes frantically scanning for the sight of warm Kashyyk wood before hefting it into your hands and quickly returning to the waiting Jedi. You noticed with some amusement that he’d balled his hands into the sleeves of his robes. “That pad was old anyway,”

He raised a sceptical brow, “Your face certainly said otherwise,”

“It doesn’t really matter. I’d read that story enough times to recite it in my sleep.” Heart pounding in your chest you mustered the courage to sit beside him, transferring the guitar to his awaiting arms. “Do you play?”

“A little. It was an elective.” He responded, “I’m sure it’s nowhere near as good as you,”

“Flatterer.” You briefly met his gaze, transfixed by their colour. Like a lake mirroring a cloudless sky. And you knew that you were lost. “Well, I’ve been starved for someone else to play with.”

“Have you now?” His teasing was going to be the death of you.

“Yes, now go and be all chivalrous and play something wonderful.”

“Any particular requests?” He asked, focused upon adjusting his hands upon the frets, fingers outlining the ghosts of chords. “Well?” He found your eyes once again, the answer slipping from your tongue faster than you could have ever expected.

It didn’t matter in that moment that a bemused Jedi Knight sat a floor below, basking in the comfort of the living force and the gentle sound of singing above him. It didn’t matter that he should really be bundling that boy off into their ship and off to debrief a council that would be mildly irritated at his choice to delay their return by a day or two.

All you knew- all you were consumed by- was the feeling of your fingers sliding their way along metal strings to familiar positions, passing a well-loved instrument back and forth and exchanging laughs as you missed notes. And if your hands lingered for too long upon his as you performed yet another exchange, you didn’t care.

No, all that mattered in the universe right now was the sound of your voices carrying the half-remembered tune of a song you both loved. And perhaps, just perhaps, this was that shaft of illumination you had hoped for.

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