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#squid game oneshot
squidgames1mp · 1 year
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You Told Me
pairing: saebyeok x fem!reader
summary: after she promised to not leave you with no explanation again, she comes home to see the result of breaking that promise
warning: angst
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The first time it happened, you had no idea what to do with yourself. It was not normal for your girlfriend to leave you without any explanation. She would always tell you where she was going, even if it was to just get your mail. You thought about calling the police and report her as a missing person, but if you did that then that would open the possibility that she might not come back.
When she came back you were outraged that she told you nothing, she did say some excuse and you pretended that you believed her. The thought of being angry at her was out of the question though when she walked through the front door. You could not help but say something to her, to not do that again, to just talk to you, that there is a better solution to this.
When you woke up the next morning she had left you once again, this time with a note that read:
Sorry. I love you.
Sorry!?
That made the rage even stronger than the first time. Whatever this was truly about; money, her brother, her past, had meant more to her than your relationship. That was okay with you, but you thought you deserved better than a note with four words. Four words that probably held no meaning in them as she wrote it.
As much as you loved her and cherished her in your heart, you also did not want to spend a lot of your time being revolved around her. You still had a life, you had a career and bills to pay, and you did all of that as you should be. You also felt a little helpless knowing nothing with where she went or what the hell she was doing. When you were a wreck you made sure to keep it behind closed doors, and away from Cheol.
You would visit the boy nearly every day, and he was just as worried as you were, even a little bit more if that was possible. You would bring snacks over whenever you visited and you two ate them, sometimes in silence and other times you would speak about your day, the nature around you. Anything to keep your mind off the worst scenario of the woman you loved.
Dinner was cooking in the kitchen, you had put on a sitcom show to keep your spirits high and the night sky peaked through your curtains. The squeaks from the front door made you turn around and you nearly dropped the spoon you held for stirring.
Your girlfriend looked as though she was a walking corpse, a walking corpse who had a credit card in her hand. You stilled on the spot, not wanting to make the wrong move. Saebyeok took off her jacket and placed the card on the kitchen counter. She took a step towards you, but stopped when she saw that you took a step away from her.
"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes glossy, "I lied to you, I left you, and you deserve an explanation. You deserve more than what happened. I don't know where to even start, but all I ask is time to get my story straight. It was so fucked up."
You took a moment to not break down in front of her, "I don't care about whatever you're going to say to me. I am not looking for an explanation of where you were. I have one question for you and you better be absolutely fucking honest with me."
"Yeah?"
"Can I trust you, like at all?"
"I want you to."
"That was not the question. After what you have done, should I trust that you'll not run off again. Should I trust that you won't leave me alone to pick up the pieces for your brother?" you asked with a few tears down your cheek.
Saebyeok approached you immediately and held your face, her thumbs brushed away the tears, "No, no you should not. At the end of the day I am a thief, and a liar, and greedy. I should not be with you in the first place because I am everything that you are not. You have a good heart."
Your breath was shaky at how close you both were, finding it hard to keep your composure, "I fell in love with a woman who loves her family, who is brave and will do anything for who she loves. But if you are going to leave me worried for you, thinking that you might be dead, then I cannot see myself with you."
"The greed in me wants to keep you to myself, I need you in my life, my love. I can be better for you, please let me be better for you," Saebyeok whispered, "One more chance?"
"One more chance," you agreed before kissing her lips.
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winter-dayz · 6 months
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I Can't Lose You
Pairing: Lim Jaebeom x Reader Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror Words: 2104 Warnings: murder; torture; violence
Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost
Taglist:  @soobin-chois
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“10.” She jumped from square to square carefully but with incredible haste. The monotone countdown nearly made her steps stumble, yet she remained sturdy and hurriedly finished the obstacle she was on.
“9.” He had already finished this trial several minutes ago and stood staring at her from behind the finish line, watching with creased brows and his lip tight between his teeth. She wished that she could soothe his worries, but even once she finishes this trial, there’d be no solace in the victory.
One trial led to the next, and they only increased in difficulty as they progressed. They’d been promised answers and to be released at the end of the “games,” but no indication for how many or how long it all would take.
She had woken up next to her newly ex-boyfriend in a large empty warehouse surrounded by another fifty or so others that also had no recollections of getting there.
The last obstacle of this trial was, of course, the most daunting and required more time to cross than she had left. In front of her was a thirty-foot long beam. On either side was a bottomless pit.
For those who had completed other obstacles in a faster manner, they’d had plenty of time to carefully cross the narrow stretch of concrete. It was the least deadly obstacle so far, but the longer you took on the other obstacles, the less time you had to carefully cross the final one.
“8.” Y/N had eight seconds to get to the other side. Never before had she felt so disheartened but determined. Jaebeom stood on the opposite end, waiting with bated breath. She had to do this.
She placed one foot on the skinny path, testing her balance before quickly placing one foot after another in quick succession. She got halfway across before wobbling; she took in a quick intake of air as she swayed in her spot before steadying and letting the air escape again.
“4.” Her heart thundered in her ears and she nearly missed that wretched deep voice relaying the remaining trial time. A glance was shared between the two, and then she looked back to her feet.
Each step felt as though it’d be her last. Each beat in her chest felt like it wasn’t enough. She’d stopped breathing the minute she started balance-running again. It wouldn’t be enough time.
“3. 2.” She stumbled. One foot caught on the other in her reckless haste.
“1.” Arms wrapped around her and pulled her the rest of the way forward. They tumbled onto the hard floor, but she had made it. Looking to the side, her eyes were captured by the dark depths of familiarity already staring back at her. They did not speak.
🎃
Neverending. She thought they’d never see freedom again. Stuck to whatever building, realm, life they’d been trapped in. She noticed his eyes on her more frequently.
Towards the end of their relationship, he had hardly glanced at her. Unimportant; she’d never felt so unimportant and irrelevant in her life than when she was with him.
Now it was like his eyes were made to solely look after her form. She felt pinned by his gaze. There was no question as to why. Obviously, she’d almost met her maker, and now, he felt responsible for keeping her alive.
That wouldn’t do. Y/N would not be anyone’s liability but her own. This was not the place to rely on another person for getting through the trials. One could die at any moment, and then what? Sit and wait for your own death because your partner couldn’t carry you along? No.
They were led by lights to their next trial. She was determined to get through this on her own.
🎃
They were told they’d need to navigate the maze to reach the door. But upon entering the room, the remaining fifteen were met with walls of mirrors. Some had symbols etched into the surface.
Someone mentioned the trick of following the left wall until they found the exit. It’d probably work, if they had the time for such a tedious method. But time was once again against them.
The entire group would only have five minutes to reach the door once someone entered the maze. Anyone left in the maze at the end would be suffocated with poisonous gas.
The group began debating the smartest methods or strategies. Y/N walked closer to one of the entrances, cautious not to step inside the bounds. She inspected the symbols on the mirrors.
She glanced behind her, but none of the others had realized she’d stepped away. Even Jaebeom no longer had his sights glued to her. Instead, he was arguing with another trial runner over who knows what.
When she looked back to the mirrors she noticed something else hidden within their confines. As she tilted her head and stepped side to side, she saw a distorted image reflected below each symbol.
One showed an arrow pointing to the right. The next was too difficult to make out in its current distortion. The next she was just barely able to recognize it to be a dead end sign. And the last symbol almost looked to be a door.
As she turned to announce her findings, she realized that only a few people remained, and when she saw the clock, it was ticking down closer to four minutes.
Jaebeom had waited for her but was urging her to follow the left wall strategy. But really, if you stopped to think about that strategy in this situation, it made no sense at all since there were four entrances to begin with. So which left wall do you start at?
“That’s not how this maze works, JB.” Y/N stopped him from entering the path with the reflection she couldn’t make out. “Follow me. I think I figured it out, but I can only explain while we’re walking. There’s not enough time.” She declared, moving towards the reflection of the distorted door. He began to follow, but attempted to protest only to be cut off by his former girlfriend.
“Look, five minutes wouldn’t be enough time to wander a maze of this size aimlessly until you find the end. And even following one wall the entire time would just lead to constant dead ends. Plus, there were four entrances, so it’d be hard to decide which starting point was the correct one anyway.” She paused, looking closely into the mirror again.
Behind her, she noticed Jaebeom listening intently, but with confusion on his face as he tried to decipher what she was doing.
“So… there had to be some sort of clue to where to start and how to get to the end. I saw the four symbols immediately,” she explained, pointing up at the symbol above them, “but it took me a while to figure out that they correlated to the distorted image below them. When I turned around to tell everyone, they’d already started. But this one has a door in its reflection.” She picked up into a jog as they turned into a long corridor of the maze.
🎃
They were not the only ones to make it out of the maze. But their group had dwindled down significantly. A measly six remained.
Once again they were led by lights to the next area. Jaebeom grabbed her arm, holding her back.
“I want to talk–” He started, but she stepped away.
“This is not the place for whatever you’re wanting to say to me.” She shook her head. The last time he had uttered those words, it’d been to end their relationship. She couldn’t risk something like that clouding her focus here.
The lights above them shut off, urging them to keep moving. Her lips thinned out as if to say “see?” She turned and continued on, quickly catching up to the others. He watched after her for a moment, but ultimately did the same.
It was their final trial. Two truths and a lie with a twist. The disembodied voice would read out two truths and a lie for a participant. If no one in the group could correctly identify the lie then the participant would be shot through the head.
No one questioned the fact that there weren’t any enforcers or obvious automatic guns present. Rules hadn’t been taken lightly since trial one when a woman had been decapitated after trying to cheat her way through it. The entire warehouse had fallen into a hush at the sight. Some  had promptly emptied their stomachs onto the concrete floors, a sweaty man had fainted, and the woman next to her had screamed once realization finally hit. Jaebeom had subtly blocked Y/N’s view, but she had already resolved to look elsewhere by then.  
Since that moment, rules were not to be tried against. If it was promised, then no one was curious enough to test those limits.
The monotone voice read out the three facts of one of the random players. The man was mindful of his reactions and kept to a careful poker face. They’d all assumed that hinting toward answers would be considered cheating.
Both Jaebeom and Y/N stayed quiet on this turn, not having learned anything about this man in their time here. Not that there was much down-time for chatting and story-sharing. Thankfully, one of the other three had correctly detected the lie.
“Y/N’s biggest fear is being forgotten by those she cares about.” She tensed in her seat as her turn came. Her eyes had been cast to the ceiling since round two when they’d all failed to guess the lie for the young man.
“Y/N has only been in one relationship.” Jaebeom eyed her from his seat in the circle. His eyebrow twitched, but he waited for the final option.
“Y/N cheated on her last boyfriend.” A scoff resounded out into the room. Eyes flung to Jaebeom’s outraged figure. He stayed quiet only staring at her indignantly.
The others in the room had long since picked up on the connection between the two. None had been sure if it was a romantic or kin relationship, but they’d all recognized the familiarity and allyship.
But at his reaction, they assumed it meant the former was true and took that as a sign of an easy round. The other three in the room all spoke aloud their guess: number two was the lie.
Jaebeom watched as a silent tear fell down the side of her face. She remained staring at the ceiling, resolute in not giving away any answer. She was sure she’d be done for. Either Jaebeom would abstain from guessing just to spite her, or he’d stay firm in his belief that she cheated on him—which had been the cause of their breakup.
“Number 3 is the lie.” He spoke up loud, clear, and firm. Silence ensued.
The ex-couple woke up in Jaebeom’s apartment, slumped down on his couch. Neither of them questioned how they got there. A letter sat in front of them, the outside void of any sender. Both refrained from reaching for it. They knew that the answers to whatever had just happened, and why, would await them inside; neither found it that enticing to find out yet.
“We need to talk.” He started, gulping down his nerves. She stared at the hard wood floors beneath her socked feet. Whoever returned them was kind enough to leave their shoes at the front door.
“Do we?” She spoke up. What was there to discuss, really? He hadn’t trusted her the first time. Was a life-or-death situation the only solution to looking at things from her perspective? That wasn’t a relationship she saw worth saving.
“I can’t lose you. I will do whatever I have to in order to prove that to you. I’ll do whatever I have to so that we can work things out. I should’ve trusted you before. I should’ve known that the things I’d been told weren’t true.” He blew out the air that had built up in his lungs. “I can’t lose you.” He stated again. “No one out there will understand each other the way we do anymore. No one did before anyway… No one got me like you did. Please, Y/N. I want to make things right between us.” He waited. His eyes roamed her face as he watched for any change in her features.
“Me too…” She breathed out with a strained expression, but reached out to take his hand in her own.
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leia-writes · 2 years
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Love you Leia!! Anyway, can you write a fic where Y/n is essentially his "servant" I guess you can call it. Just like he has the soldiers that are required to listen to him and do as he asks Y/n has to do the same. I am sure this will be better with a smut but you can write it with or without which ever way it flows.
this was so fun to write, enjoy!
Love Chained
hwang in-ho | front man x reader
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song inspiration: love chained by cannons
warnings: SMUT, violence, blood, sexual harassment; 18+ ONLY
The glossy black walls shined around you as you walked the hallways, the sounds of your heels echoing around you. Your feet ached, but you were used to it. By now, you were used to a lot of things. Sore feet. Long nights. Constantly being cold, wearing only your simple black dress. At least it was long sleeved. 
You've lived here for several months now. All things considered, it could be worse. You entered this place as a player, a participant in the Squid Games. Although you were all but traumatized in the beginning, taking your chances here was better than anything you could achieve in the real world. And the chance you were given was quite a special one.
You’d made it to the marbles game, partnered with a complete stranger. Truthfully, you’d probably made it that far on sheer luck, but by the end you were convinced your luck had run out, just like you’d run out of your marbles.
You stared at the guard, frozen in fear but trying to accept your fate. There was nothing you could do. The guard pulled you up by your shirt and jacket, your partner looking at you with immense pity. Looking at her made you feel ten times worse, knowing your end would mean nothing, would simply be someone else’s trauma. 
The guard pulled you away from the others and raised his gun. You closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable, but after hearing the gunshot you realized you were still alive. You opened your eyes to see the guard pointing the gun just to the side of you. He quickly grabbed you again and led to you a side door, practically dragging you down a series of hallways.
There was no time to process anything that had just happened, and the guard was silent to your distressed questioning. You eventually ended up in an elevator, taking it several floors above you. Upon exiting, you noticed more of the same hallway and a room with a large leather chair.
Sitting in it was a man, clearly of a higher status than the guard who took you there. He was wearing a black mask and a gray coat with a hood covering his head. The guard led you to stand in front of him and promptly left.
You stood there awkwardly as the man stared at you. After a few moments, he stood up, standing in front of you.
“Y/n.”
You looked at him, curiously surprised that he called you by your name and not your player number.
He stepped closer to you, making you a little uneasy. “I’m giving you an opportunity. Stay here and work for me.”
You stared at his mask, apprehensive. “What if I say no?”
He scoffed. “What do you think?”
And so here you were, working as the Front Man’s assistant. His servant. When he needed something, you got it. When he was awake, you were awake. When he was asleep, you slept… as best you could. It wasn’t the worst situation to be in, it was certainly better than anything out in the real world, but you wondered if life would be like this forever. The thought of it gave you a sinking feeling that you ignored every time.
You wondered why the Front Man chose you. He was an enigmatic figure to you, never revealing his face, but somehow you were attuned to his emotions more than you cared to admit. It was obvious to you when he was upset or content. You seemed to notice more than he wanted to let on.
Despite the dynamic of your situation, there was no denying a certain attraction you held towards one another. You knew it definitely had to factor into his desire to have you as his servant, of all things. But he never crossed the line with you. There were several times both of you held your gaze on each other just a second too long, touched hands briefly when it wasn’t necessary, times when he would give you a task just to spend a little more time with you. Even though the most you had ever seen of him was the back of his head, you still felt a strange connection with him.
Of course, he had his dark side as well, something you’d never fully get used to. He could be ruthless. You’d seen him beat the guards countless times, even saw him kill one. There was no denying the power he held in this place, so while you felt some sort of connection with him, you knew one wrong move could mean your death. You were sure not to upset him at all costs.
Which is why you were here, walking the hallways in the middle of the night because he forgot some files in some random conference room. You’d worked all day and hadn’t gone to sleep yet, helping him with all sorts of tasks as he was preparing for the next round of games. He’d been stressed all day, putting you on edge. 
You made your way back to your shared living space. Upon entering, you heard him speaking on the phone in an upset tone. He noticed you as you walked in and motioned for you to set the files on his end table, next to his decanter of whiskey, which was empty. He turned to you again, covering the receiver end of the phone.
“Refill.” He pointed to the decanter and turned away again.
You quickly went to the bar to refill it. You could tell he was agitated, so you tried to stay quiet and avoid attracting attention. The entire situation had you on edge and a bit shaky, being tired mentally and physically and having to deal with his even worse mood now. You carefully filled the decanter and walked back to his end table.
Just as you stood in front of it, he sighed and slammed the phone on the receiver, cursing out loud. The sudden noise shocked you… and the decanter fell to the ground.
It was like slow motion. Your senses disengaged, and the only thing you could hear was the crashing sound of glass on the ground, the whiskey splashing everywhere. Your legs were shaking, splattered with the cold liquid. But what was worse was the following silence.
The Front Man slowly turned to you. You could feel his brutal stare from behind his mask, his gaze searing through you. You didn’t dare look up, your eyes trained to the ground as if your life depended on it. At this point, it probably did.
He slowly walked towards you, the sound of glass cracking beneath his boots as he got closer to you. You saw his boots come into your vision, dreading what was to come next. Before you had the chance to think further, you felt his gloved hand roughly grasp your jaw and force your head upwards.
You looked at his mask in fear, frozen in anticipation and panic. He was alarmingly silent, it was one of the few times you had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. The thought of it sent a cold wave of terror throughout your body.
He reached forward with his other hand and grasped your hair, pulling roughly. 
“Stupid… fucking… bitch.”
He lowered his hand from your jaw to your throat, immediately squeezing tightly. The sudden sensation made you yelp and gasp for air, but your reaction just seemed to encourage him further as he squeezed tighter.
“What the fuck are you good for if you can’t do this one simple task?”
You were desperate to breathe, mouth wide open in an attempt at any sort of air. It was as if he was channeling all of his anger, all of his stress, into the force of his hand on your throat and hair. You brought your hands to his arm in a futile attempt to stop his choking, but he continued undisturbed for several moments.
He then let go of your throat, but before you could take in a full breath, he shoved his fingers into your mouth. The taste of leather flooded your mouth, his fingers going far enough to cause you to gag. With his other hand still in your hair, he shoved you further on his fingers.
“You think you can get away with this? No. You’re going to make it up to me.”
He pulled his hand out, saliva dripping from your mouth and his fingers. Pulling you by your hair, he sat on the edge of the leather chair, shoving you onto his lap. You laid across his legs on your stomach. He ran his hand along your back, then pulled you up by your hair roughly, leaning down towards your ear.
“Stupid whores like you get punished for things like that.”
He moved his hand down your thighs, and quickly pushed up your dress, exposing your underwear. Internally, you were overwhelmed with emotions. Fear, shame, apprehension, and… a sort of twisted excitement. You just couldn’t help yourself, you’d never been this close to him, never been touched like this by him. As his hands ran along your ass, goosebumps covered your skin, and you unintentionally let out a soft moan.
He immediately stopped. “Of course you’d enjoy this, you fucking whore.”
He then proceeded to slam his hand on your asscheek with a sudden force. The pain temporarily overshadowed your excitement and you cried out. He pulled your hair backwards, the pain searing your scalp.
“Was that too much?” He spanked you again, even harder, tears forming in your eyes. “Good.”
He spanked you several times more, the pain radiating from your ass as it reddened. Tears fell freely down your face. After a moment, he removed his glove and continued spanking you, the sudden sting heightening your pain.
“Stupid fucking whore, you fucking deserve this.” He continued to spew vicious words as he spanked you and grasped your hair.
After a while, you started to tune out the sting from his spanks, and the pain began to take on a new form. It even became somewhat satisfying to you. You felt a warmth spread from your core, each hit of his hand sending shocks of electricity to your pussy. 
Though your mind was clouded, you felt troubled at your body’s reaction to his punishment. You shouldn’t like it as much as you did. You should be afraid… but god, his hands felt so fucking good on you. You felt your mind descend in the depravity of the moment, focusing on the pleasure you felt. 
The Front Man noticed your shift in behavior, noticed your cries turning into soft little moans. He stopped, spreading his fingers in between your legs, noticing your underwear was soaked.
“Fuck… you really are a fucking slut, aren’t you? I should’ve known.” He pulled your face closer to him with both hands.
“Get on your fucking knees.”
The change in stimulation brought you back to reality, and you realized the glass was still all over the ground. You looked down, too frightened to move further. 
“The… the glass…”
You started to look back towards him, but before you could do so he slapped you right on your cheek.
“And who’s fault was that?”
Your cheek stinging, you looked at him in fear, speechless.
“Does it look like I fucking care? Do as I say. Now.”
You moved slowly, your legs shaking. You carefully set your feet down and bent your knees, resting your arms on his legs. You were purposefully avoiding setting your knees on the broken glass, but he wouldn’t have any of that.
“I said, get on your fucking knees, whore.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, dreading what was to come. You reached down and attempted to swipe away the glass, but he reached forward and grabbed both of your hands and pulled you forward, forcing your knees to the ground.
You felt a searing pain from the glass cutting your knees and cried out, tears falling again. You tried your best not to move too much to avoid the glass going any deeper. He released your arms and unbuttoned his coat, then led your hands to the top of his pants.
“Hurry up.”
You looked at him through teary eyes, the pain in your knees overwhelming. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing plain black boxers. Looking at him briefly, you slowly pulled down his underwear and pants, his hard cock springing out in front of you.
The sight of it made your mouth water, though you were still in pain enough that you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how you felt. You stared at him, as if you didn’t know what he wanted next. 
He sighed, grabbing your hair again. “Suck my fucking cock, whore.”
He brought your mouth to the tip of his cock and slowly shoved you on him, pushing back to your throat all at once. You gagged at the sudden intrusion, spit dribbling out of your mouth. Slowly, you began to move your head up and down on his cock, sucking as you did so.
You heard him groan under the mask, the modulated sound encouraging you further. Despite the situation you found yourself in, you couldn’t help but admit you’d wanted something like this with him for a long time now. This situation was fucked up in many ways, but you found yourself almost enjoying it. As you sucked on his cock, you imagined what he would feel like inside of your pussy, the thought of it making you clench your legs.
The sudden movement of your legs sent searing pain to your knees again and you cried out, both out of pain and pleasure. The Front Man pulled you off of him, spit and precum dripping out of your mouth.
“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.”
He stood up, forcing you to shift back on your knees, causing even more glass to cut you. You cried, the pain becoming overwhelming again. In the next moment, he grabbed your face and pushed you on his cock again.
“Take it like the fucking whore you are.”
He started to thrust roughing into you, fucking your mouth with intensity. You let him take control, focusing on the feeling of your mouth and throat being filled by him, looking up at him through teary eyes. 
He was right, you really were enjoying this way more than you should have been. You felt humiliated knowing he made you feel that way while also hurting you. You knew he was a cruel man, but you never expected him to be like this whenever you had these thoughts about him. Still, you liked it. The thought of him spanking you, slapping you, sent your mind into a frenzy, and your pussy clenched. You desperately wanted some sort of stimulation, so you slowly brought your hand under your dress, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Of course, he did. He shoved his cock down your throat and held it there, choking you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
You quickly moved your hand away and looked at him as innocently as you could while choking on him. He pulled you off of him and swiftly slapped you again.
“Only good girls get to touch themselves.”
He thrust back into you, and you could tell he was close. His moans became louder, his breath becoming more ragged. 
“Fuck, yes, take my fucking cock.”
As his thrusts became more sloppy, he held on tight to your face. He was hissing through his mask, the sound giving you goosebumps. 
“Take… my fucking cum, you fucking slut.”
He groaned loudly, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he came. You felt the hot liquid fill your mouth, go down your throat, the sensation making your pussy ache even more. His moans were unconstrained, and so loud you thought you could hear his voice under the mask. You lightly whined on him and sucked, wanting every last drop of cum. He thrust roughly into you again, grabbing your hair tightly.
“Fuck, yes, fuck that’s a good girl, take it.”
Your heart fluttered and you sucked harder, causing him to groan. After a few moments, he slowly slipped his cock out of you. He spread the tip around your lips, spreading the mix of spit and cum that was still in your mouth. He let out a long, satisfied sigh and sat back in the chair, promptly putting his pants back on.
You stayed kneeling on the ground, unsure of what to do. He looked at you for a moment, catching his breath.
“Stand up.”
Your legs were incredibly shaky, but you managed to stand up on your heels. You could feel the blood trickling down from your knees, and the bruises forming on your ass. 
He sighed. “Call for a guard, and go to bed.”
You slowly walked towards the phone, calling for a guard. You looked back at the Front Man, still sitting in his chair. Your mind was still clouded with lust, but you wondered what this would mean for you going forward. You weren’t sure what to expect from him now.
You made your way to the bathroom, taking care of the cuts on your knees. Luckily, no glass had gotten under your skin. As you were cleaning off the blood, you heard a guard enter the residence and begin cleaning up the glass. You were just happy you didn’t have to do it.
After a few moments, the Front Man entered the bathroom, holding a small first aid kit.
“Use this.”
He promptly left the room, leaving you taken aback. You were surprised at the kind gesture. After cleaning up, you applied ointment and bandages to your cuts. As you got ready for bed, your mind kept replaying everything that had just happened. The way he touched you, the way he sounded, calling you “good girl” even after all of that. You still felt a little ashamed, but you enjoyed every little bit of it. Even when he degraded you, hurt you, the fear and pain just made you that much more sensitive. 
As you went to bed that night, your mind didn’t slow down. You touched yourself more than you cared to admit that night, wondering what this would mean for you, and wishing you could see the man behind that mask.
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The next few days went by fairly uneventfully. The Front Man acted as if nothing had happened. If anything, the small moments you would share before disappeared as well. Honestly, it was kind of disappointing to you, but you also worried you had fucked up more than you thought. With the power he holds over you, he could’ve done much worse. What if he decided he was done with you after that night? What if those new feelings had faded and he didn’t care anymore?
If he was going to use you for sex, that was fine with you, but he hadn’t even done that, so what the hell was he thinking then?
In the Front Man’s mind, he was still reeling from that night. Just like you, he’d felt a connection with you before. He felt it the moment he saw you in the games, and was just waiting for the perfect moment to scoop you out of there and make you his. But since then, he was always just too busy, too upset about something, too stressed to do anything about it. He was temperamental and he knew it.
But that night, after spending an exhausting day doing stupid bullshit, he couldn’t help himself. He was genuinely upset with you for dropping the glass decanter, and it was the perfect excuse to get you in his hands. What he didn’t expect, however, was your positive reaction to it all.
Since that night, the sound of your quiet moans filled his mind constantly. It distracted him with every single task he had to do. Even having you around him all but sent his mind into madness. The view of his cock down your throat, with you sucking on him and making those delightful sounds, overwhelmed his mind. 
He could tell you were wary around him since then, trying to gauge what he felt or wanted. With you around, he could barely focus, so he tried to push away those thoughts and feelings as much as he could just so he could get some work done. 
But tonight, he’d simply had enough.
The two of you were inspecting the player rooms, walking throughout the pastel hallways together. It had been another particularly stressful day. He was exhausted and he could tell you were too, shakily walking on your heels, your knees still cut and bruised. He felt a sick sense of pride whenever he noticed them.
In your mind, you were stressed as well, hoping the two of you would be done soon so you could relax. You could tell he had a lot on his mind, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Whenever you had moments alone like that, you wondered if he thought about that night with you as well. 
Suddenly, he stopped, and you looked at him curiously. He turned to a door next to him, and after a few moments opened it, grabbing your arm and shoving you inside with him. He shut the door and locked it.
It was pitch black inside, but he turned on a small, dim light, revealing the room to be a small storage closet, shelves surrounding you. You looked at each other for several moments, unsure again of what he was thinking or feeling, or why he locked you two in the closet.
You saw his mask move up and down as he eyed you all over, and you became nervous under his gaze. With the way the day had been, you weren’t sure if he was upset with you or if he wanted you. But in the next moment, he turned you around and pushed you on a shelf, pressing his body against you.
His mask moved next to your ear, his heavy breathing giving you goosebumps. “Did you think I had forgotten?”
He pulled your hips onto his, grinding on you. You let out a moan, sighing at his rough hands on you. All of the worry from before melted away, knowing he still wanted you like this.
“Fuck, keep making those fucking sounds for me,” he said as he pulled up your dress. He noticed the bruises on your ass and ran his hands along the sensitive skin. “Oh my god, look at you, my little whore. Who did this to you?”
You moaned louder at his words, pushing back on him, desperate for any stimulation.
He groaned and grabbed your jaw, pulling your head to the side. “Answer me.”
You whined, “You. You did this to me.”
He groaned again, pressing himself against you. “That’s fucking right.”
You heard him quickly remove his coat and unbutton his pants, pushing them down slightly. He went back to rubbing your ass, then slipped a hand under your underwear, pressing against your pussy. Even though he was wearing gloves, he could tell you were soaked. 
“Fuck, look at you, such a fucking slut.” He began to circle your clit with his gloved fingers, and you whined from the stimulation. He grabbed your throat with his other hand, pulling you back. “Did you touch yourself after I fucked that sweet mouth of yours?”
You moaned and nodded, too lost in the pleasure to say anything. Of course, he wasn’t satisfied with that, and he squeezed your throat tightly.
“Answer me when I fucking speak to you.”
You groaned, “Yes… I did.”
He sighed. “Of course you did, fucking whore.”
He pulled your underwear down and brought his hand back to your pussy, teasing your entrance with a couple fingers. You whined, desperate to feel even just his fingers inside of you. He kicked your legs apart and you yelped, almost falling, but he held you at the throat still.
In the next moment, he shoved two fingers inside of you, hissing at the sudden warmth. You moaned loudly, your pussy immediately clenching on his fingers. He slowly started pumping them in and out of you, noticing your wetness covering his glove.
You let out a satisfied breath as he fucked you with his fingers, your sounds overwhelming the Front Man’s mind with lust and excitement. He knew you were ready then, and he slipped his fingers out of you, your juices dripping. He brought his fingers to your mouth and shoved them inside, relishing in the feeling of control over you.
You moaned at the taste of your juices and the leather of his gloves. He then removed his hand and took off his gloves, positioning his cock at your entrance. 
“Did you think about me fucking you like this?”
“Yes,” you breathed heavily. “Every day.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “My little slut, take my cock.”
He slowly pushed himself inside of you, the sensation of your pussy stretching to him sending waves of pleasure all over your body. You both let out a groan simultaneously. Your warmth enveloped him, causing him to lose all focus except for the feeling of you on his cock. He slowly started to thrust into you, roughly grabbing your hips.
You whined as he began to fuck you, savoring the feeling of finally getting what you wanted. The sounds of his grunting and moaning made you crazy, and you pushed back on him as he thrust into you faster. His hands moved from your hips to your sides, seemingly grabbing anything he could get his hands on.
“Such a tight little pussy, all for me, huh?”
You whined, unable to speak even if he tried to force you too. He just chuckled darkly, feeling you clench on him when he spoke to you. As he continued thrusting, you heard a clicking sound and something falling to the ground. In the next moment, you heard him speak.
“Don’t turn around or I’ll fucking kill you.”
It was his voice, without the mask. He grabbed your hair with both hands and forced your head forward. The sound of his voice without the modulation of the mask was so satisfying to you. He started to moan and breathe heavily, the sounds sending you into even more of a frenzy. You desperately wanted to see what he looked like but knew you shouldn’t push it.
“Fuck, my little whore, I just had to have you, I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
You cried out at his words, all of your senses heightened. Every single thrust, every single touch, felt like ecstasy. You’d been fucked before, but never like this. You couldn’t form words, c0uld barely form a coherent thought, you just let out a slew of moans and whines and mewls, completely letting yourself go.
The weight of the moment had you quickly getting close to orgasm, your pussy clenching hard on him and the tension rising in your core. He leaned forward, nestling his head into your neck and growling. His skin was soft on yours, but he promptly bit your neck. The possessive feeling of him towering over you, taking complete control, almost sent you over the edge right there. You felt so close to him, yet not seeing his face still made him elusive to you.
He groaned, bringing his lips to your ear. “Don’t fucking cum until I say so.”
You cried out, unsure if you could hold back much longer. You’d imagined a moment like this countless times. Now that you finally got it, you couldn’t control yourself. The sounds of both of you close to your high clouded your mind, and you finally forced yourself to say something. 
“Cum… cum in me.”
He groaned, biting your neck again. “Such a dirty fucking whore, begging for my cum, huh?”
You moaned, “Please, please, please,” unable to say anything else at that point.
His thrusts stuttered, and he finally let you give in. “Fuck, cum for me.”
You came immediately, your legs giving out beneath you. You clenched unbelievably hard as he continued to fuck you, waves and waves of pleasure radiating from your core. You let out a high pitched whine, not even caring if you could be heard by anyone at that point. He held you at the waist as you lost all sense of time, feeling like time completely stopped.
He continued to thrust into you, the feeling of you clenching on him sending him to his own high. He let out a guttural groan and released inside of you, filling you up with loads of his cum. Just like you, he was unable to control his moans at all, the sounds filling your ears as you came with him. You felt his cum and your own juices start dripping down your legs. He pushed you against the shelf as you collapsed on him, holding you up at the waist and throat, though his own legs were almost giving out from his orgasm.
After what seemed like an eternity, you caught your breath and stood again. He rested his head at your neck still. The feeling of him being so close made your heart flutter, but the moment passed when he stepped back and quickly put the mask back on. You put your underwear back on and turned around to see him button his pants and put his coat on.
You looked at him, your curiosity burning inside you. He seemed to eye you for a moment before unlocking the door and leading the two of you out of the room. 
“Let’s go.”
~~~
The next day the VIPs were planning to arrive for a brief tour, so you and the Front Man had some down time before they arrived. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since your encounter the night before. He seemed to have gone off somewhere without you.
Your mind was spinning, to say the least. You felt your connection with him deepening but he still felt so far away. You couldn’t get the thought of him out of your mind, couldn’t stop thinking about the sound of his voice. Before everything had happened with him, you’d always wondered if life would stay the same, but now everything was different and you weren’t sure what to expect. Should you get your hopes up?
You stood in the main room and turned on his jazz band figures, clicking through songs until you found one you wanted to listen to. You sat on his leather chair as you listened, giving yourself a moment to relax. You just wanted to stop thinking.
You had zoned out enough to not hear the elevator ding. The Front Man approached the room, silently observing you listening to the music. He thought about your time together while he watched you. He’d been grappling with his feelings ever since he got his hands on you. He knew he wanted you, but his physical desire for you was turning into something deeper, something he didn’t quite understand.
Clearly, if he wanted you he could have you, but… what if he wanted more? He didn’t want to just fuck you, he wanted you to be his and only his. And he wanted you to want him in that way too. But how could you when he forced you into this life?
It was all too much to think about right now, and the VIPs had just arrived. He walked next to you, reaching for the remote and turning off the music.
“They’re here.”
You were pulled out of your trance and followed him out of your residence. The two of you greeted the VIPs outside their helicopter and began touring them around the facilities. This was the first time you were interacting with the VIPs. They were beyond intimidating to you, so you stuck by the Front Man’s side the entire time.
At the end of the tour you showed them the VIP lounge, where they would relax until it was time for them to leave. Luckily they weren’t staying overnight, but rooms were available to them if they wanted a private space. You were about to leave with the Front Man when one of the VIPs stopped you.
“Wait a minute. I know who you are.”
You looked at the man anxiously. He approached you, looking you up and down. “You were a player last time we were here. I knew there was something about you, I just couldn’t figure it out.” He turned to the Front Man. “So you decided to keep her for yourself, huh?” he chuckled, some of the others joining in. “I can see why.”
You stood there awkwardly as they watched you. The man reached forward and grabbed your hand. “Why don’t you spend some time with me now, before we have to leave?” He pulled you towards him and looked at the Front Man. “That won’t be a problem, right?”
Of course it wouldn’t. You couldn’t say no to these people. You were filled with dread, and internally the Front Man was seething. But you couldn’t say no.
“Of course. Someone will come by later to escort you to the helicopter,” he said, nodding, and promptly walking away.
The VIP held onto your hand tighter and led you to an unoccupied room. Shutting the door, he looked you up and down. It was too reminiscent of the way the Front Man looked at you, and it made your heart sink. 
The Front Man made his way back to his residence, absolutely fuming. The thought of you being with someone else like that drove him absolutely crazy. He felt so attached to you now that he wanted to protect you, knowing the VIPs were cruel, but there was nothing he could do. If he had any doubt about how he felt for you before, he didn’t anymore.
He sat in his leather chair, trying not to dwell on what you might be going through right now, and trying to figure out any sort of way to get you back.
The room with the VIP felt smaller and smaller as the man approached you, pushing you to the wall and pressing himself against you. He ran his hands along your sides, his breath reeking with alcohol and cigarettes. You turned your head away, making any attempt to get away from him.
He held your face and forced you to look at him. “Don’t be like that, baby. Just do as I say and I won’t kill you.” His voice was sweet but his words frightened you to your core. He held your throat with one hand and moved his other to your breasts, grabbing them sloppily. You grimaced and stayed silent, willing your mind to go somewhere else in that moment. 
“Take off your dress.”
He stepped away from you. You look at him in fear, frozen in place. There was no way you could will your body to do that. You stood there, looking down.
The VIP swiftly hit you on the face at your disobedience. You weren’t sure if it was a punch or a slap, but his nails cut your skin. You cried out and crouched to the floor, starting to cry.
“Why don’t you be a good girl and get the fuck up before I kill you?” He grabbed you by the collar of your dress and pulled you up, pressing his mask to your face. You were audibly crying, and he chuckled, throwing you to the bed. He started unbuttoning his pants.
“Keep on crying, I don’t give a fuck, I-”
He was interrupted by a knock at the door. He stopped and sighed, “What?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I need her for an urgent matter.”
Your heart leapt at hearing the Front Man’s voice. The VIP groaned out of frustration and opened the door. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”
The Front Man peeked in to see you on the bed, his heart dropping. “I apologize, but like I said, it’s an urgent matter.”
The VIP looked at you, then back at the Front Man. “Fine.”
You scurried off the bed to the Front Man’s side, quickly following him out of the VIP lounge. When you entered the elevator, you realized you were shaking.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, your mind slowly coming back to reality.
When you exited the elevator, the Front Man led you to the main room, and turned towards you. “Are you… okay?”
You looked at him, nodding, unable to say anything. He could tell you were greatly affected by what just happened. He sat on the leather chair and motioned for you to come towards him. For a moment you stood in place, unsure of what he wanted from you. When you approached him, he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you onto his lap. Your legs sat on each side of him, and he rested your head on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around you tightly, sighing. “I’m sorry.”
You began to shake again, finally feeling like you were safe, and started to cry. His heart broke for you, hearing you cry and feeling you shake. He knew no matter the circumstances you found each other in, he’d do anything for you. He was completely captivated by you, and at this point there was no turning back.
As you sat in his lap, crying, you heard him lower his hood and remove his mask. You felt his gloved hand reach for your jaw and lightly move your head up, revealing himself to you. Through teary eyes, you finally got to see him.
His features were astonishingly handsome. He looked at you anxiously, analyzing each and every reaction you had to him. You were relieved at finally getting to see his face, finally feeling closer to him. As the tears fell down your face, he wiped them away with his gloved fingers. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, nestling your head next to his neck. You’d never felt this safe and cared for before. Despite the Front Man being who he was, a cruel and frightening man, you knew he was different with you. 
Although he wanted to sit there with you forever, he sat up and brought your face in front of him again. “You’re bleeding. Let me help you.”
He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter. He got the first aid kit and gently wiped your face. As he treated your cuts, you watched his every move, delighting in the little facial expressions he would make. If you weren’t already attuned to his thoughts and emotions before, you definitely were now.
Once he was finished, he held your face gently, looking all over your face. You looked at him with curious eyes. In the next moment, he slowly leaned forward and kissed you.
His lips were soft and gentle as you kissed each other over and over, but he quickly became his usual possessive self. He grabbed your sides and hips roughly, pulling you off the counter so you could be closer to him, as if you couldn’t get close enough. He picked you up, your legs wrapping around him.
“No one else gets to have you except me.”
He walked with you into his room, setting you down on his bed. He quickly took off his coat and gloves, with you sitting there entranced. You just couldn’t believe you were finally seeing him like this, finally getting him exactly how you wanted.
He removed his sweater, leaving him shirtless, and stepped towards you, pulling your dress over your head. He climbed over you and removed your bra, leaning down to press his face to your chest, leaving kisses here and there.
“Look at you. You’re all mine,” he said breathlessly.
You ran your hands along his chest and shoulders, enjoying his sweet words and the new parts of himself he was revealing to you. He kissed back up towards your neck and started sucking and biting as much as he could. You moaned, pressing your body against him, his warm skin giving you goosebumps.
He leaned back and removed your underwear, then quickly removed the rest of his clothes. You watched him bring his fingers to your pussy, spreading your wetness, noticing his facial expressions as you moaned. Taking it all in now as much as you could now that you were able to.
“Please.”
He looked at you. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
He smirked and hovered over you again, lining his cock up with your entrance. “Since you asked,” he groaned, pushing the tip of his cock in, “so nicely.”
He thrust himself into you, the sudden sensation overwhelming you. Even though you’d fucked before, this was entirely different. You felt so much closer to him that you completely gave yourself up to the feeling of being taken by him. You let out your moans and whines freely and he started to thrust at a rapid pace.
“Fuck, that’s it, that’s my good girl.”
His words send a shock of pleasure straight to your core. In that moment, that’s all you wanted to be. All that mattered was that you were being good for him. Even though you came to him as a servant, you never cared about that as much as you did then. You held his face close to yours, looking at him with desperate eyes, unable to say anything.
“Sweetheart, you’re so fucking pretty when I fuck you like this,” he said as you looked at each other, then leaned down to kiss and bite your neck.
Your pussy clenched, heightening the sensation of his cock thrusting into you. You angled your hips to allow him to go deeper, feeling completely filled by him now. He groaned at the new sensation, thrusting even faster now.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good… who’s pussy is this, huh?” He held your jaw tightly and forced you to look at him.
You mewled, “Yours, it’s yours.”
He growled, kissing you roughly. “That’s fucking right, this is my fucking pussy, no one elses. Only I can make you feel this good, huh?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, it’s all yours.”
You felt yourself getting overwhelmed from the pleasure, felt the familiar tension start to rise in your core. You held on to his shoulders tightly as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. He could tell you wanted more.
He grabbed one of your hands and slowly brought it down to your pussy. “Touch yourself, sweetheart.”
You looked at him bewildered, but immediately began to circle your clit with your fingers. The new sensation immediately sent a wave of pleasure over you, and he felt your pussy clench on his cock.
“Fuck yes, good girl.”
His words sent you in a frenzy, with your fingers and his cock, and you felt your orgasm approach quickly. You whined, chasing the high as fast as you could. He could feel you getting closer, hear your quickening breath.
Desperate, you brought your other hand to his face. “Please, I wanna cum… I want your cum.”
He growled, pressing his hands to the back of your knees and pushing your legs down, causing you to whine loudly. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum making those sounds.”
You moaned even louder, wanting him to know exactly how good he made you feel. You were right on the edge of your orgasm, every movement heightening your senses.
You cried out, “I’m gonna cum, please!”
He groaned, “Fuck, fucking cum, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum so much in you.”
You frantically rubbed your clit and came violently, your legs shaking and pussy gushing around his cock. You let out a long moan, your entire body overtaken by pleasure. He continued to fuck you, making your pleasure last even longer. Shortly after you, he groaned loudly and buried himself deep inside of you, filling you up with his cum. He pressed his face to your neck, biting you, as he pushed himself inside you deeper and deeper, milking every last drop.
You shuddered beneath him as the waves of pleasure subsided into content satisfaction. He gently kissed you, then laid down next to you, pulling you close to him. As you both caught your breath, you looked up at him, your heart overwhelmed with an emotion you couldn’t explain. You just knew you were comfortable and happy.
“What’s your name?”
You realized you didn’t even know, but felt comfortable enough now to ask. He looked at you, smirking, realizing he’d never told you.
“In-ho. Hwang In-ho.”
You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder again and wrapping an arm around his chest.
He turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Y/n… You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. But… I would like you to.”
You stared at him, stunned. He was giving you an out, a chance to leave… but you really didn’t want to.
He continued. “If you stay, I won’t run you ragged like I have been. I just… want to be with you.”
His face looked dejected, as if he knew what you’d decide already. You knew any sane person would probably take the chance to leave, but you’d always known that the real world didn’t offer you much, if anything at all. You never expected any of this to happen to you. After losing the marbles game, you had already resigned yourself to your death.
But you were offered a second chance. At times, you’d almost regretted your decision, but now you knew it was a twisted fate that brought you two together. In the most violent and fucked up place, you found a connection stronger than anything you’d had before. So, for you, your answer was obvious.
“I’ll stay here with you.”
He let out a shaky breath, his expression hopeful now. He hugged you gently, almost as if you’d break if he held on too tight. You hugged him back even tighter, feeling a million times better than you ever had in that place. 
“You’re mine,” he said breathlessly.
Though you weren’t sure exactly what the future would hold, you knew you were safe where you were now, with someone you cared for and who cared for you, and that was the only thing that mattered. That meant everything.
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Promises (Sae-Byeok x Reader)
warnings: mentions of trauma and sadness. there are mentions of death and blood as well. a few curse words will be present in this story so just a heads up. please let me know if I missed any other warnings! key: Y/n = your name. L/n = last name. E/c = eye color. H/l = hair length. H/c = hair color summary: Sae-Byeok and Y/n have been inseparable from the first game. Speaking of their traumas and pain, promises are made. Before the last game, it seems that some promises have to be broken.
There was no doubt that player 027, known as L/n Y/n, had an attraction towards player 067, who was known as Sae-Byeok. Those two made sure they both made it out of each game alive. At times, one of them would come out with the emotional trauma of having to survive. For Sae-Byeok, the game that fucked her up was the fourth game; the Marbles. For Y/n, the game that fucked them up was the second game; Honeycomb.
"I am right here. You don't need to put up a show for me. You are hurting inside and I can see right through you," whispered Y/n as they sat on Sae-Byeok's bed. Slowly grabbing the blanket and pulling it over the woman's shoulders. The players had just finished the fourth game.
"Her name was Ji-Yeong. She let me walk out of that game alive. Told me she had nothing to live for. Told me we were going to have a girl's night out and make Mojitos," she sobbed out, leaning her head into Y/n's chest. Her tears soaking their sweater. "I don't even know what mojitos are."
"Hey. Hey. I know, darling. I know it hurts," Y/n comforted as they rubbed Sae-Byeok's back. Looking at all the surviving players, there was no doubt that everyone was miserable. They all had lost someone special. Or well... almost everyone.
"She wanted to go to Jeju Island with me. She had nobody and so she let me win the stupid game!" she nearly yelled for everyone to hear. "I should've never chosen her! Maybe like that, she would be conversing with us!" "Listen, I may not have known her, but I promise when we get out of here, we will go to that island and have those mojitos in her honor. I promise you," said Y/n as they kissed Sae-Byeok's head and held her closer, if possible. They hated seeing her so sad. "I promise Ji-Yeong and you that we will win the money and do the things she wanted to." The fifth game had just ended and both Sae-Byeok and Y/n had been instructed to change into new outfits the guards had provided them with. Almost like a reward for them winning the second to last game. That game had consisted of players jumping over glass panels to get across a bridge. Only four players didn't fall to their death in that game. Though looks can deceive when you are high off of adrenaline for passing a game. All glass panels that remained shattered and sent glass flying everywhere. Y/n had left the game with a minor injury to her chest.
"I look like a butler and this fucking... wound stings like a bitch!" Y/n yelled at the mirror as they began to clean the blood off of their chest. "I hope Sae-Byeok is okay. I haven't seen her." Unbeknownst to Y/n, Sae-Byeok was in a different bathroom wondering the same thing. Trying hard to stop her abdomen to stop bleeding. A glass shard had torn her skin and now had her leaving a bloody mess in that bathroom. Panting and sweating, she hoped that Y/n wouldn't notice the blood. Grateful that each player who remained was able to change in the privacy of their own bathroom. A lovely dinner was set up for the last four players: Player 027, Player 067, Player 218, and Player 456. The vibe in that room was one of uneasiness and hatred. Though that wasn't what Y/n was worried about. They were more worried about Sae-Byeok barely touching her food. A discomforted look was evident on her face and Y/n knew that there was something bothering her. Was it perhaps how little knowledge they had of the last game? What would happen with the money? Was it Gi-Hun and San-Woo's looks of hatred towards each other from across the table? At that point in time, anything could have been bothersome to Sae-Byeok. In that place it seemed that almost any negative thing was possible. In that hell they both had to experience. No matter the circumstances, Y/n was still determined to keep the promise she kept to Sae-Byeok and Ji-Yeong. It could cost them their life but they were going to make sure Sae-Byeok makes it out alive from this wretched place that reeks of death. No matter what consequences they had to face, Y/n was going to keep Sae-Byeok alive.
After dinner, the last four players sat in the first room they woke up in. The emptiness was unbearable, for only 4 beds remained from the 456 that were once placed there. Only four players from 456 remained and that made shivers run down y/n's spine. The last unrevealed game was now on their mind. The same question they had prior to every other game: what is the new game? One look at Sae-Byeok and of all Y/n's concerns for what the last game could be faded. Sae-Byeok had been dozing off countless of times as if she were tired. It was as if she had been cursed to be put to sleep, concerning Y/n about her well-being. No words or gestures came from Sae-Byeok's mouth or body to let them know that they were doing okay. Player 456, also known as Seong Gi-Hun, began walking towards her, the blade that was given to him present in his hand. Becoming alert, Y/n quickly stood up and ran towards them, hoping he wouldn't try anything. Red flags were present because of the blade and so Y/n held their own against his neck. "Woah woah! I'm not going to hurt her. Just want to help her out. It's weird for her to be dozing off like this and... hey.. Hey!" he exclaimed and reached down to hold her. Y/n wasn't going to lie when they say they felt jealousy course through their veins when Gi-Hun held Sae-Byeok close to him. The jealousy soon faded away when they looked at her shirt. A crimson red stained the white shirt she was wearing, causing Y/n's eyes to widen. A hitched breath escaped her lips in realization that Sae-Byeok had gotten injured with the glass shards from the last game.
"You're bleeding out?! Why didn't you say anything?!" Y/n yelled and placed a hand over the wound. Y/n wasn't usually the type to panic or stress out in these types of situations but it was the girl that they had fallen in love with. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts! I just. . . dammit, don't you dare give up on me, you hear me?!" "Y/n...y-y/n I l-love you. Don't you forget that, okay/ Go to Jeju I-island for Ji-Y-yeong and me. Keep your promise," she spoke with pain evident in her voice. "Shut up! Stop talking right now! Save your strength. Live for me, dammit! Please! Please stay with me. . ." pleading, Y/n's e/c eyes filled with tears. Heart pounding against their chest; the pain finally settling in. Were they going to lose Sae-Byeok?
Gi-Hun's P.O.V. Tears were evident on player 027's face, rolling down their cheeks and onto Sae-Byeok's own face. Knowing they were both in pain, I sprung into action and ran to the big doors that separated us from our freedom, apart from the walls. Since I arrived to this place, no doubt ever crossed my mind about Sae-Byeok being strong. She was strong, yes, but at this moment I could tell her body and mind were weakening with the blood loss. The same went for Y/n. I just don't know their strength or how much heartbreak they can take if they lose their lover.
"Hey! Hey! We need help! She's lost a lot of blood!" yelling in distress was all I could do as my fists began to bang on the metal doors. No way was I going to lose another friend to death. "There's a badly injured girl! Is anybody out there?!" I breathed heavily as the hope of someone being out there to help my dear friend out was dying. Frustration and rage filled my being, causing me to punch those doors even harder. "Get in here you assholes! Someone is dying and I am sure you need her alive for the next game! Someone out there, please, answer me!" I begged and slammed my palms against those steel doors. Sae-Byeok's blood now decorating them a crimson red. My hope was slowly fading that anyone would listen and show up.
No longer pounding on the door, I panted in exhaustion of slamming my hands too hard. All my hope had faded away until the lights flickered on and those damn doors opened. The alarm blaring and for once, it was music to my ears.
"Oh! Hey! Can you please get a doctor?! She has lost a lot of blood!" I held on to one of the guards, nearly falling on my knees to beg them for a doctor. I wanted Sae-Byeok alive. Not for my sanity but for y/n's. "Hurry! Please! She's. . " but there was never a finished sentence from my mouth. I had been pushed to the side as several guards walked into the first room holding a coffin.
'No. . please don't let her be dead,' was my only thought. Quickly facing towards my two beloved friends in disbelief hoping she wasn't dead. Horror took over my very being upon what I was seeing.
San-Woo was standing over Sae-Byeok's bed, holding on to Y/n. Blood running down his face. tainting the white shirt he wore.
Sae-Byeok's P.O.V My heart had stopped. My world had crashed down. My wounds no longer stinging with pain. Adrenaline now filling my veins when I laid eyes upon San-Woo holding onto my lover.
"NO!!!" I yelled out with all the rage that had filled my body. The physical pain now gone as only emotional pain took over. Before my eyes stood my y/n wrapped in the arms of San-Woo. Both of them entangled in a dance of death when his blade pierced right through her heart.
"Let her go!! Let her go now!!" yelled out Gi-Hun, pushing San-Woo away and holding onto Y/n. Jolting from my bed, I pushed him away as well and held my dearest Y/n close. Caressing her face and crying at the cough of blood she let out. "H-hey. . remember what you told me? You told me to stay with you so now you have to stay with me, do you u-understand..?!" I semi-yelled at her, regretting it the next second when her body flinched. "You can't leave me. . not like this. I need to know what it feels like to love you in Heaven. Not in this hell."
"Promises. . .," came their soft voice, whimpering in pain. "S-some promises.. are meant to be.. broken," they spoke, looking straight into my tear-filled eyes. "I was already in Heaven.. just by b-being.. n-near ..y-you...".
"It's okay! It's okay if you break your promise, you just have to stay with me, okay?!" I spoke, staring right into her eyes, only, there was no more life in them. . .
"Y/n? Y/N, NO!!! PLEASE!!!" I shouted and cradled their deceased body close, missing the warmth they had radiated.
My heaven was gone. My promise to a new life...was gone.
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bjursta · 1 year
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OH GOD THE LORE
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dijiimg · 3 months
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Hello guys, so I have an account on tiktok with imagines, the name is: diji._
I decided that I would accept your requests here and create longer stories. I can write for y/n and h/n, but I can also accept requests from these series and movies (of course, if you have a request for another series, etc., I will try to watch it and create something great especially for you!)
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SERIES THAT I WILL WRITE ABOUT:
Stranger things
Sweet home
Alice in borderland
All of us are dead
Anne with an E
Outer banks
Squid game
Julie and the phantoms
The society
My holo love
Once upon a small town
The soundtrack od magic
My first first love
My name
Cobra kai
The umbrella academy
Saga winx
Never have I ever
Vicenzo
Insatiable
Glimore girls
American horror story
Austin and ally
MOVIES THAT I WILL WRITE ABOUT:
Marvel (each part)
Scream 1/6
#alive
Unlocked
Twilight
The kissing booth
Mamma mia!
He's all that
Let it snow
To all the boys i've loved before
Thought my window
20th century girl
Chucky
The fear street
Haloween
Miss peregrine's home for peculiar children
High school musical
Descendants
Z-O-M-B-I-E-S
The maze runner
Avatar
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the photos in this post are from pinterest <3
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g-xix · 1 month
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🔞AMP EATING OUT HC'S
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What the AMP boys are like giving head Feat: Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent00, JiDion, Fanum
Duke Dennis -This mf is so fuckin hot it's crazyy -Presses a myriad of kisses all over your inner thigh, even leaves a hickey there just so that only he can see it, cuz he's a possessive mf -Even starts with pressing a kiss on your core, wetting his lips which he j licks off before getting in there -And he's like, 6'2 so i know DAMN WELL he's got some sexy long fingers that he's gonna be scissoring in your pussy whilst he wraps his lips 'round your clit n sucks on that -Double stimulation of your g-spot and clit has you cumming haaard -And I j get the feeling that Duke's the type that's gonna ask whether you wanna do another round after that- maybe with his cock in your hole instead, this time
Kai Cenat -I just don't think he's much of a giver 💀 -I feel like he'd rather use fingers than go down on a girlie and eat it up -Atl he's... tried before? -Sorry but I just can't imagine he'd be good at it 😭 Like he'd be narrating to himself what he's doing just to like... Affirm to himself that he's doing it right -But this is the type of guy to get the left flap confused with the clitoris -Wondering why you're not moaning or really saying nothing... Eventually just had to say "You know what, maybe this isn't for you" -sorry to the Kai girlies but I just don't think Kai's got the good head game in him 😞
Fanum -This mf loves eating, and eating you out is no exception ong fr 🙏 -I feel like he'd be so easily turned on an picks up on signals sooo easy, so best believe that after a whole night out of teasing he wouldn't be playing around -Soon as you two get a moment alone he's not even wasting a second of time to take of your clothes or nun -Pulls up your skirt, pushes your panties to the side - the one time you wore a pair of tights he ripped through them like nothing, making you gasp and hiss his name - he just hushed you with promises of ill buy you a new pair don't you worry sweetheart- -And he's a messy mf when he's going down -Lapping that shit up like a DAWG, has you cursing n squeezing his head HARD between your thighs -Honestly it's crazy how good this guy is at giving head and he's a cocky bastard because he knows it too
JiDion -I think his song Thick Chicks affirms what typ'a girl he's into -And facesitting, he's a big fan of that -He likes a girlie sitting on his face, grinding down and riding his tongue -Clamps his arms around your thighs to your your pussy flush against his mouth 
Agent -Sooo this guy could not SHUT UP about eating ass, and squid pussy during that AMP x Beta Squad vid -And I think his enthusiasm has me convinced that he is genuinely into all that... not eating squid pussy, eating ass i mean -Has you on all fours, hand pressing your upper back down so that your face and tiddies are pressed into the bed, ass arched on up  -He's got one hand 'round your thigh, rubbing up n down, occasionally his thumb curling over and pressing to your clit, drawing circles on your clit and making you arch back into his touch -and he's going between licking your pussy and eating you out there, and spreading your cheeks n eating ass -I feel like he'd have experience too, yk, like he'd be good as hell with his tongue
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look ik i didn't do all of AMP but ngl, im a big british youtube girlie and i don't rly know (at all) what Chris n Davis r like 😭 That being said, do lmk if the AMP girlies out there enjoyed bc this is my first ever AMP-based fic... lmk whether u wanna see more!
Hope you enjoyed reading!! Feel free to interact- whether that be a comment, vote or follow! Requests open, feel free to submit what u wanna see... Much love!!
To see more, here's my MASTERLIST
And here's my WATTPAD, with 50+ more oneshots to read
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Splatoon 3 Season 3 officially revealed
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It's no trailer, but nevertheless, Fresh Season 2023 has been officially announced, bringing with it a ton of exciting things, most prominently the return of the Kraken Special from the first game!
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It has seen substantial changes, with a slight delay to the transformation and its regular jump attack now being a 2-shot. Instead, however, it can now oneshot by charging up a large burst of speed, which seems to make it immune to knockback, too.
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Featured alongside the Kraken are two new weapons that have it in their arsenal, the Krak-On Roller, which also has Squid Beakon, and the .96 Gal Deco, which also Splash Wall.
Going back to the announcement image for a second, there's some other details that are worth bringing up. Manta Maria from Splatoon 2 is back, and they are finally releasing the egypt-inspired stage we saw all the way back in the Direct. The presence of a jukebox is also very interesting, as this is something that the dataminers found a long time ago, and it looks like it's finally being brought into the game, presumably to let you listen to your favourite tunes in the lobby.
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The thing I am the most curious about, however, are these little things. They are not mentioned in the original post, at least as far as I can tell, but they are featured very prominently, making me think they might be a new Sub Weapon. Since we're given no details, we can only speculate.
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xuzuitengenx · 9 months
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Genya Shinazugawa x Male Reader Oneshot (Wattpad)
Title: "Gganbu"
Genre—Angst
AU—Squid Games (Yk what to expect from this OS)
A/N : Sorry for any misspelled words or bad grammar!!
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It was the marble game. Gunshots and screams quickly fill the air.
"Player 130, Eliminated"
Y/N and Genya were partners and found out how they should play the game.
"You should go first. Since your number is lower." Y/N said, looking at the wall in front of them to play.
Genya nodded, grabbing a marble before slightly crouching down to toss the marble which rolled and stopped close to the brick wall.
He slowly stood straight, looking back at Y/N. "Your turn." He says, stepping back.
Y/N slightly smiled at him, before taking a marble too and stood in the area Genya previously stood in.
Y/N looked at the wall for a bit as he held the marble in his hand, twirling it around. He then looked at the marble in his hand before just dropping it in front of him.
He moved out of the area and looked at Genya. Genya's eyes widened, taken back at what Y/N did.
"..Y/N. What are you doing?!" He asked, pushing the taller man roughly to a wall. They both made eye contact.
"I lost, you won."
"Stop.. Why the hell would you try to do that?!" Genya yelled, gripping onto Y/N's clothing. "Ah, butter fingers. It happens." Y/N says, not fighting back.
"What you said.. Making sure I won. Is that what this is?" Genya questioned, not breaking eye contact with the (E/C) eyes. "Do you think that I'll be grateful that you did this?!"
Y/N only weakly laughed.
"Throw again." Genya commanded.
"And I still wouldn't be able to win. At least, let me lose this thing in stylee~" Y/N says as he scoffed.
"Y/N, STOP SPITTING BULLSHIT! STOP TRYING TO ACT COOL AND DO A REAL THROW!" Genya yelled as tears filled his eyes.
Y/N looked at the almost broken state of Genya before speaking.
"I have nothing... and you got a reason to get out of this place.. I surely don't."
Genya had a tear fell out of his eye as his breathing was shaky.
"I thought about what I'd do..If I was the one who got out since you asked me about it earlier. As hard as I thought about it. I really got nothing.."
Y/N now also had tears in his eyes, only slightly smiling to lighten the mood which was not working.
"The one who should have a reason to get back out there..that's what's right."
Genya had tears rolling down his face within this point. His head slightly shaking in disagreement.
"You can do this.. Just don't die in here, alright? Go make your nemi proud." Y/N says, wiping away Genya's tears. Genya slightly leaned into his lover's touch.
Soon one of the red soldiers came and stood there. Making their presence known, Y/N began to remove his hands away from Genya's face which Genya stopped by putting his hands on top of Y/N's.
Y/N planted a kiss onto Genya's head before moving away from Genya, feeling himself going into tears.
Genya finally walked away from Y/N, unwillingly and walking behind the red soldier.
"Genya!"
Y/N yelled making both the red soldier and Genya stop but not turning back to him.
Y/N swallowed down his sob before putting on a smile.
"Thank you.. for playing with me!" Y/N says loud enough for Genya to hear.
The sound of the gun cock was heard and then the gun shooting.
Soon a thud was heard after. Genya flinched at the loud bang. Biting his quivering lip, he continued walking with the red soldier.
"Player 034, Eliminated"
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simp999 · 1 year
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☆Simp's Masterlist☆
I specialize in fluff, hurt/comfort and (strangers to) friends to lovers! Basically my fics are 90% fluff and relationship building, and just a tad bit of angst for the feels~
Code:
⛓Angst
🌸Fluff
🌹Romantic
🍡Platonic
(🌹/🍡 can be seen as either)
Note: some stories have all of the above, so the order of the emoji is the same as the order in the story. For example: 🌸🍡🌹⛓ starts fluffy and platonic, ends with romantic feelings and angst.
Most of my fics are gender-neutral, They/Them pronouns used! I'm much more comfortable writing gender-neutral and male readers for personal reasons ww
Love ya'll <3
Splatoon manga:
A New Home (series) 🍡🌸(so far)
(Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader)
What happens when you get sent to Inkopolis, and begin to meet your favorite manga characters? Will you change the story? Will they love you? Hate you?
(Bloopers/Notes. Updated every chapter.)
Ch. 1: Where am I? Wc: 1.2k
Ch. 2: New people? Wc: 1.2k
Ch. 3: We are the Army. Wc: 1k
Ch. 4: If memory serves wrong... Wc: 1.3k
Ch. 5: Decisions, decisions Wc: 1.1k
Ch. 6: Hooooww Anooooying. Wc: 1.2k
Ch. 7: SUB WEAPON HELL! Wc: 1.2k
Ch. 8: Newfound Family. Wc: 1.1k
Ch. 9: Shopping Spree! Wc: 1.2k
Ch. 10: Skull's Territory. Wc: 1k
Ch. 11: A Misunderstanding? Wc: 1.2k
Ch. 12: Getting Too Comfortable. Wc: 1.2k
Ch. 13: Player Two? Wc: 1.7k
Ch. 14: ...You Didn't See That. Wc: 1.8k
Ch. 15: Sweetheart. Wc: 1.3k
Ch. 16: An Unexpected Meetup. Wc: 1.3k
Ch. 17: Not Much of a Choice, Huh? Wc: 1.8k
Ch. 18: Challengers Approach! Wc: 1.3k
Ch. 19: Freshest Squid on the Block! Wc: 1.4k
Ch. 20: The Absolute King. Wc: 1.6k
Ch. 21: A Crushing Defeat. Wc: 1.3k
Ch. 22: It Only Gets Tougher, I Promise. Wc: 1.4k
Ch. 23: New and Improved Team. Wc: 1.9k
Ch. 24: The Calm Before The Storm. Wc: 1.4k
Ch. 25: You're like me! ...not. Wc: 2.05k
Ch. 26: Another Step to De-throne the King. Wc: 1.2k
Ch. 27: Shoot For The Stars. Wc: 1k
Ch.28: Tranquility Before Chaos. Wc: 1k
Ch.29: What we Have. Wc: 1k
Ch.30: Pre-Battle Preperation Wc: 1.3k
Ch.31: Game On! Wc: 1.6
Ch.32: Someone to Remember. Wc: 1.1k
Ch.33: Someone to Miss. Wc: 1k
Ch.34: Someone to Hate. Wc: 1k
Team Fortress 2:
All Mercs:
The Moment the Mercs Realise they enjoy Being Around Reader 🌸🍡/🌹(bit of angst for one part.)
Wc: 2.3k
Merc's reaction to their S/O picking up on their words/phrases/slang that they use 🌸🌹
Wc: 2.4k
Mercs with a Badass Fem Pilot! Reader🌸🍡+🌹
Wc: 0.7k
Sniper:
I Appreciate You. - Oneshot ⛓🌸🍡/🌹
Includes reader comforting (hints of being autistic) Sniper who feels bad for being distant, and stargazing.
Wc: 1.7k
Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸
Wc: 0.7k
Pyro:
Knowing sign language (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹
Imagine Pyro's excitement when they meet someone that can finally understand them. Fluff ensues.
Wc: 0.3k
Heavy:
Heavy reads to you when you have trouble sleeping (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹
A sleepless night turn into soft snores after heavy reads to you in his mother tongue.
Wc: 470
Heavy With Reader Who Struggles With Managing Their Anger 🌸🍡/🌹 (Headcannons+Mini drabble)
Wc: 0.7k
Demoman:
Demo x Male! Reader Headcannons+Mini Drabble 🌸🌹
Wc: 0.8k
Engineer:
Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸
Wc: 0.7k
Soldier:
BLU! Soldier: You have me. - Oneshot (hurt/comfort) ⛓🌸🌹
Wc: 1.8k
Medic:
The Red Means I Love You - Comfort/Fluff Oneshot 🌸🍡/🌹
Wc: 1.7k
Medic x Overworked! Reader - comfort/fluff oneshot 🌸🌹
Wc: 850
Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸
Wc: 0.7k
Proto:
Little Fri-iend!! 🌸🍡
Proto x little! NV! Reader drabble
Wc: 0.7k
Medibot/Otto:
Misunderstandings 🌸🍡
...Yeah, humans usually have their heartbeat quicken. It's normal.
Wc: 370
Medibot Oneshot - Overstimulated ⛓🌸🍡
He knows what it's like, he really does. He'll do everything he can to help, and maybe reveal some hidden feelings while he's at it.
Wc: 2k
Dexx:
Philia; Platonic Love - Dexx/Sniper 🌸🍡
Is platonic love such a hard thing to understand?
Wc: 2.5k
Pokémon:
Giacomo:
I'm So Proud Of You☆ ⛓🌸🍡🌹
I'm So Proud Of You☆ pt. 2 ⛓🌸🌹
You were the one good thing in his life and he wants to make the best of it.
Total Wc: 9.1k
Arven:
All Good Things Come To An End. 🍡⛓🌹🌸
Sorry Arven, we'll have to hang out some other time.
Wc: 2.6k
Beyblade Burst:
Ken Midori:
Short Lived.🌸🍡🌹⛓
Just enough time for feelings to develop, but not enough to act on them.
Wc: 5.4k
Tokyo Revengers:
Various:
A New View On Life 🍡🌸
Oh how you lived for this thrill. Nothing could compare to the serotonin you get with these stupid boys.
Wc: 2.5k
Takashi Mitsuya:
Small Scares~ 🌸🌸🌸🌹
Halloween Special! Who would've thought that your strong gang-member boyfriend was afraid of horror movies? Time to comfort our favorite malewife!~
Wc: 1.2k
Shuji Hanma:
The Angel And The Reaper ⛓⛓⛓🌹
Halloween Special! Angst to the brim. What the hell is this feeling? Is it love? Disgusting. We love an unhinged reader.
Wc: 1.7k
Matsuno Chifuyu:
Familiar? 🍡⛓🌸
Baji? No, you're not him. But Chifuyu can't ignore the sense of comfort you give him.
Wc: 2.2k
TMNT:
2013 TMNT x Rise! Reader
Do I Know You? 🌸🍡
Do I Know You? Pt. 2 ⛓🌸🍡🌹
Damn it, Rise Donnie! Why'd you send me to 2013? Oh well, better make the best of it! (2013 Donnie x reader mostly, platonic for everybody else.)
Total Wc: 5.8k
Request info:
Hi!! I'd like to start taking requests! I'm currently interested in taking requests for
Team Fortress 2!!
I'm best with little scenarios or prompts! For example, how would (merc) react to (...)?
☆You can ask for any mercs(and/or MediBot)+any amount of them!
☆If you ask for all the mercs, expect maybe 150-200 words per merc?
☆I'll do it in whatever form works best unless requested otherwise; bullet points/headcannons, oneshot or drabbles!
☆Please keep it PG! If it's something I feel uncomfortable writing, I'll be sure to mention it and you can go ahead and request something else :D !!
I also would like to write for @physically-robotic-medic 's MediBot/Otto!! Along with @lillypuppetchild 's Proto/ @physically-bloody-medibot ! I doubt they'll get any requests, but they're my current comfort characters- but I've got no ideas!
I should also note that I suck at writing Spy bc I don't really care for him all that much, whoop
Also I'm Aro/Ace so I'm better with platonic stuff but romantic is cool too!!
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squidgames1mp · 2 years
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FIRST MAKING UP saebyeok x female reader
this is the eleventh and final part of the first series!! cannot believe it, and before i allow you guys to read it i am gonna do a lil speech that portrays how grateful i am for yall reading my masterpiece.
*clears throat*
be gay.
now read on and cry.
You stared at the door. No words could describe what you were feeling. Relief? Exhausted? Perhaps grateful that you had someone in your life that was willing to protect you from your greatest fear. You watched Sae-byeok stare back at you, "Are you okay?" she questioned.
"I am," you whispered, "Thank you for doing what I have not had the courage to do."
Sae-byeok wrapped her arms around you, "You do not need to thank me for something like that. I will always be here to make sure that you are safe," she kissed your forehead, "I am sorry about what happened, it was unfair and I should have been honest instead of running away like a coward."
You got out of her arms to cup her face, astonishment on your face, "No, no you are not. Many words can describe you and you are far away from a coward," you kissed her cheek, "I do not want to be a part from you again," a kiss on her chin, "I love you," you declared before Sae-byeok leaned down to kiss you breathless.
lol that was short. not sorry
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winter-dayz · 6 months
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Fictober 2023
winter-dayz
A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.
Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.
READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.
Taglist:  @soobin-chois
Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror
Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror
Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut
Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror
Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut
Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut
Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)
Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff
Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror
Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff
Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff
Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror
Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff
Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror
Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror
Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff
Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff
Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff
Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror
Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff
Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror
Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut
Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff
Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff
Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut
Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut
Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)
Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst
Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut
Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff
BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff
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leia-writes · 2 years
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Hi! iread These Violent Delights
Have Violent Ends and i loved it sooo much! Can i request a femreader smut with the front man character? i don't have any plot ideas, it's up to you !
of course! I decided to take an enemies to lovers route with this one, I really enjoyed writing it. thank you!!
Kiss With A Fist
hwang in-ho | front man x reader
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ao3 link
masterlist
song inspiration: kiss with a fist by florence + the machine
warnings: SMUT - 18+ ONLY
“Do we really have to do this now?”
You stood in the elevator with In-ho, making your way to one of the several storage rooms on site. It was almost midnight and you just wanted to go to sleep. The next round of games were about to start, and you’d mistakenly misplaced some critical information on some of the players. You suspected a guard moved the files to one of the storage rooms, but with the amount of information the organization kept, finding it might take a while.
In-ho scoffed next to you. “Yes. And you’re lucky I’m going with you to help look for it.”
You rolled your eyes. “I just don’t see why this can’t get done tomorrow. It’s late.”
“If you hadn’t been so careless, we wouldn’t have to do this in the first place.”
“Why does everything have to be on paper anyways? Everything should be digital now. There’s no reason for us to have all this paper.” You knew you made a mistake, but having to go through all of this was too much.
He sighed sharply. “Would you stop complaining?”
Before you could respond, the elevator door opened, and you started searching for the missing files. It was beyond annoying having to search through everything when it could be so much simpler if everything was digital. You spent almost an hour searching before In-ho approached you and pushed the files into your chest, shoving you backwards a bit.
“Here. Now put them where they belong. And don’t fuck up again.”
He walked away, and you stood there angrily. He was so fucking irritating. You knew he probably relished in seeing you make a mistake. You’d worked with him almost a year now, and from the very beginning the two of you never got along. He clearly felt threatened by your presence, having worked alone before you came along. Anytime you contributed, he treated you like a nuisance.
But that never discouraged you. Like In-ho, you’d won a round of the Squid Games yourself, so dealing with him was nothing. You had no problem giving him the same treatment he’d given you. The problem was, you worked together every single day, almost all of your time spent side by side. Being around someone who constantly tried to undermine you was a daily challenge.
You shook off your anger and put the files away before going to bed. You and In-ho had a shared living space, with separate rooms. There was no escaping him, so you tried your best to let it go. Of course, things didn’t always work out that way.
~~~
A few days later, the Squid Games began, and everything seemed to go by without any problems. Even after the players had voted to leave, a good amount decided to come back. It wasn’t until you noticed In-ho acting strange that you realized something was going on.
He’d been acting particularly stressed and distant, constantly running off to go do some unknown task. You knew the games added another level of stress to your job, but his behavior wasn’t normal. Anytime you tried to question him, he’d give you the usual cold shoulder or rude demeanor.
He was away yet again when you heard the guards speaking over the radio. A guard had gone missing? What the hell was he up to? You immediately made your way to the VIP escape area, where In-ho was kneeling next to a guard.
“What the hell is going on?”
He stood and turned around, his fingers bloody, holding a bullet. His mask was on, but you could tell he was annoyed to see you. “It’s being handled.”
“Clearly it isn’t.” You gestured towards the guard, dead on the ground.
He threw the bullet to the side. “Go check the rooms.” He walked past you, leaving before you could say anything else. He always got like that when he made a mistake, not wanting to give you the benefit of seeing him fail.
You made your way to the guard dorms, quickly discovering a guard was missing. Instead of looking for the guard himself, though, In-ho instructed the guards to search for him, leaving the two of you to oversee the next game. The VIPs would arrive soon after, and you’d both have to tend to them immediately.
As you watched the players in the control room, standing next to In-ho, you turned to him. “Why don’t you tell me what the hell is happening?”
“It’s none of your concern,” he said coldly, facing forward.
“A guard was killed. Of course it’s my fucking concern.”
“I told you I’m handling it.”
You scoffed, turning away. “You better hope it gets handled before the VIPs arrive.”
In-ho shifted uncomfortably, his hands tightening into fists. You could tell he had more to say, but kept it in and stayed silent. You smirked under your mask as you continued to observe the game.
Once the game was over, you decided to join the guards searching for the intruder outside, rather than do nothing with In-ho. He seemed to be too caught up in his own thoughts to notice you leave anyways. You walked the shoreline, looking for any sign, when the guards found the body.
They called In-ho on the radio, who quickly showed up afterwards. As In-ho approached the body, you couldn’t help yourself from rubbing it in a bit. 
“You seem to be handling it just fine, huh?”
He slowly turned to you, and you could tell he was seething under the mask. 
“Watch it.”
You chuckled, and handed him the wallet you found on the body. “Looks like we’re dealing with the police now.”
In-ho observed the ID, and let out a long, deep sigh. Clearly this was troubling for him.
“This is a much bigger issue now, you know that ri-”
“Would you just shut the fuck up for one minute?” In-ho interrupted, tension clear in his voice. He threw the wallet to the ground and turned away, hands on his hips. He was clearly battling with something you knew nothing about. For a moment, your curiosity outweighed your annoyance.
You took a moment to wonder what exactly he was going through, and why he was so upset. Normally he didn’t let your words get under his skin so much, so why was he so reactive to them now?
Before you could think further, you were both pinged on your radios. The VIPs arrived, and you both would have to tend to them for a while. In-ho directed the guards to burn the body and the two of you met with the VIPs.
You greeted the VIPs and prepared for the next game. During the glass bridge game, you stood with In-ho at the control desk, but your mind was anywhere but the game. In-ho seemed distracted as well, constantly checking his radio to make sure it was working. It was incredibly boring, and knowing the intruder was still out there, with the VIPs around, made you on edge.
“I’m going to go search with them. There’s no reason I need to be here too.”
“No. You’re staying.”
You rolled your eyes, under the mask, and ignored him. “I’ll let you know what we find.”
You turned to walk away, but In-ho roughly grabbed your arm. You looked at his hand indignantly before looking at him.
“Let go of me.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle darkly under his mask. 
“I’m not telling you. I’m making you.” He pulled you back in front of the controls, closer to him, his grip on your arm becoming impossibly tight. The sudden proximity made you uncomfortable, an unexplainable feeling starting to form inside you.
He leaned towards you, whispering. “Don’t fucking move.”
He shoved you, letting go of your arm. You could feel some of the VIPs watching you, and you knew better than to make a scene now. In-ho promptly walked away, forcing you to be the one to stay and oversee the game. The lingering pain from his grip on your arm just added to your frustration.
How dare he think he can treat you like that? The more you thought about it, the more upset it made you. He had no right to put his hands on you like that. You cursed yourself for wavering when he pulled you close to him. The strange feeling from before started to come back, but you quickly pushed it away.
Once the game was over, you returned to your shared living space. Whatever In-ho had to deal with, you decided he would deal with it alone. If he wanted you out of the way, that was fine. It wasn’t your responsibility anyways. With how chaotic everything had been, you deserved a break.
After a while, you heard In-ho exit the elevator. You expected him to give you an update, but he went straight to the bathroom. A few minutes passed and you heard him groaning, before hearing the sound of metal falling to the ground. What the hell? 
You walked to the bathroom door, softly knocking. “Where’s the intruder?”
You heard In-ho sigh out of frustration. “Taken care of.”
“Is he dead?”
“Yes.”
“Where’s the body?”
In-ho yelled out of frustration, and unbeknownst to you, pain. “I fucking took care of it, he’s at the bottom of the ocean now, are you happy?”
You paused for a moment. “Why didn’t you incinerate the body? That’s protocol.”
In-ho suddenly opened the door, anger written all over his face. You quickly noticed the wound he was holding a towel to. 
“What the fuck happened?”
“Why do you have to be so fucking nosy? I told you it was taken care of.” He grimaced in pain and went to shut the door, but you blocked it.
“What happened?”
In-ho sighed, clearly worn down. He walked back to the sink and threw the towel down before preparing to stitch his wound. You noticed a bullet in the sink.
“He shot me. I shot him back. It’s over now.”
Something felt off to you. There was no way In-ho would let the intruder shoot him before killing him himself. 
“You didn’t answer my question. Why didn’t you take care of the body?”
In-ho shut his eyes in frustration for a moment, but continued to focus on stitching his wound. “I told you, he’s dead in the ocean now.”
“But his body could show up somewhere.”
He huffed in pain, ignoring you.
You stayed silent for a moment, deciding not to bother him while he was stitching himself. As you stewed in your thoughts, it all seemed more and more strange to you. When he was finished, he turned to you, annoyed.
“What do you want?”
“I want to know why you left the body.”
He turned away, cleaning himself up and ignoring you again.
You rolled your eyes. “Are you sure he’s even dead?”
He looked down, letting out a deep breath, and in the mirror you could see rage on his face. His fists were clenched, his body shaking. He stayed silent again.
“Why won’t you tell me what the fuck is going on?!”
In an instant, In-ho punched forward on the mirror, shattering it to pieces, screaming. The sudden sound made you jump back. He turned to you, his hand bloody.
He looked you right in the eyes, shaking in fierce anger. “I don’t have to tell you shit.”
You stared at him for a few moments, anger brewing inside of you as well. He acted violent, but you weren’t scared. “Then don’t endanger all of us with your careless behavior.”
“Careless?” he said, his voice shaking. He turned away and leaned forward on the counter, grimacing. He took in a shaky breath, and let out a sob through gritted teeth.
He started to cry. He was crying.
That caught you off guard. You’d never seen anything close to this kind of emotion coming from him. For a moment, your anger subsided, and you felt… concern.
Why did you even care? You despised this man. But… the way he was breaking down in front of you, it was so bizarre. You knew something significant had to have happened.
“In-ho, just… just tell me what happened.”
He looked at you again, and you could tell inside he was truly falling apart. He looked deranged. “What happened? I’ll tell you what happened… That intruder, he…” he paused, his face contorting in pain, “he… he was my brother.”
His… brother? You stood there in shock, not sure how to react. You were mortified.
In-ho laughed wildly, his emotions out of control. “And you want to know why I didn’t burn his body? I already shot him, isn’t that enough?”
He stepped closer to you as you stayed speechless.
“Isn’t it enough that I had to shoot him? Isn’t that all we’re good for now? Shooting and killing people?”
You were absolutely stunned. You never expected this, and you weren’t sure what to do. You wished you had never asked anything at all. 
“In-ho, I’m… I’m sor-”
He cut you off by grabbing your throat with his hand, pushing you on the wall behind you. His fingers, bloody from punching the mirror, gripped your throat harshly.
“Maybe I should start with you, huh? Then you would finally shut the fuck up.”
Your mouth was wide open, desperate to breathe, as he choked you. His face was inches from yours, and the sight of you struggling against him just encouraged him further. He dug his fingers into your skin, tightening his grip on your throat. 
You brought your hands to his arm to try and pry him off of you to no avail. You kicked his legs, tried everything you could, but his strength was too much. His anger was too much. No matter what you did, he wouldn’t let go of you.
Tears started to fall from your eyes and you were pleading for relief. You had never been scared of him like you were in that moment. You knew he was temperamental, you knew he had issues, but you never expected him to take it out on you like that. In that moment, what truly scared you was the possibility he would kill you right then and there.
You started seeing spots in your vision, and your strength was faltering. Your harsh punches were turning into soft shoves. You felt yourself slowly starting to pass out. At what felt like the very last moment, In-ho grimaced, and threw you to the ground. You gasped for air, coughing and holding your throat gently.
“Get the fuck out of my sight.”
He went back to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You stayed on the ground for a moment, trying to compose yourself. He really almost killed you then. You were beyond upset, you were disturbed. What kind of fucked up place had you found yourself in? You found yourself questioning every decision you made that led up to this moment, regretting the day you decided to work with In-ho.
But it didn’t matter. None of that meant anything when it was In-ho who took his problems out on you. You at least had some solace there, knowing it wasn’t your fault, but it made you even angrier. It wasn’t your fault his brother found his way here. It wasn’t your fault he had to kill his own brother. 
But, somewhere deep inside your mind, you honestly felt bad for him. If you had done the same, you knew you’d go mad just like he did. Why did he just have to deal with things so poorly?
You groaned in frustration. “Fuck!”
You quickly stood up and went to your room, getting ready to sleep. Your mind was whirling with thoughts, and as time went on nothing was making sense to you. Hopefully, after a night’s sleep and once the games are over, you’ll have a moment to think clearly.
~~~
The next evening, you were riding in the limo with In-ho, sitting next to him. The two of you had managed to set aside your emotions enough to not fight in front of anyone, but they were brewing inside you intensely. After you dropped off the winner, you made your way to the island, dreading the long drive back.
You took off your mask and threw it to the side, leaning forward to pour yourself more champagne. In-ho, his mask off, eyed you with disdain. You could tell from the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes and drank the glass in one sitting. He had no right to act this way towards you. There was nothing wrong with questioning him. 
He scoffed, drinking as well.
You eyed him. “What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. I can see it on your face.”
“So you can’t control yourself if someone merely looks at you?”
You looked at him, offended. “Don’t talk to me about control. I merely rolled my eyes and you’re upset.”
“I’m just sick of working with a brat like you.”
You laughed. “What exactly did I do that was so wrong? You would’ve questioned me just the same last night, if not worse.”
In-ho stayed silent, jaw clenched, looking away.
“I didn’t know it was your brother,” you said softly.
That really set him off. He drank the rest of the champagne in his glass and forcefully threw it forward, the glass shattering at the front of the limo. You turned to him, initially shocked but not surprised. Before you could react, he grabbed your throat again. Though he wasn’t as forceful as before, the bruises made it painful still.
“Don’t make me finish what I started last night.”
Anger was stewing inside of you, but you laughed. “We both know you won’t.”
He glared and gripped your throat harder, though still not like before. You swiftly slapped him square in the cheek, redness appearing almost instantly.
“Stop acting like you can control me,” you sneered.
He pushed you to the back of your seat, practically hovering over you at this point, his face dangerously close to yours. He raised his hand, as if he was going to slap you, but lowered it.
“What, too scared to hit me?” You knew you were provoking him, but it was too good to pass up.
He raised his hand again, but instead of hitting you, he covered your mouth.
“Just. shut. up. For once.”
You brought your arm to his, trying to force his hand off your mouth, but he just leaned into you harder. You glared at him since you were unable to speak. Both of you were staring into each other’s eyes so intensely, you felt like you could feel everything he felt in that moment. All of the anger, pain, frustration, and the tension between you two. It was all becoming so palpable. 
You scanned his face, noticing all the little features you never noticed before. You felt that same unfamiliar feeling start to overwhelm you, just like when he pulled you close to him in front of the VIPs. It frustrated you to no end. You felt helpless. 
After a few moments, In-ho slowly lowered his hand, his eyes fixating on your lips. You squirmed under his gaze, feeling frustrated and… desperate, but you weren’t sure for what. 
Suddenly, In-ho leaned forward, and kissed you.
His kiss was just as strong as his hands, his lips crushing yours with intense force. For a moment, you were unable to think or move. Was he really doing this? Was this really happening?
The desperate feeling from before just blossomed into something much more, something like… desire.
Did you really want him? Like this?
He leaned back, lips separating from yours. You almost whined at the loss of contact. What the fuck was wrong with you? You looked at him, shock and confusion on your face.
In-ho smirked. “That seems to shut you up.”
That sent you over the edge. You grabbed his face and pushed him back in his seat, kissing him fiercely again. You wouldn’t let him take control that easily.
You sat on his lap and started grinding on him, making any attempt to take down his defenses. He groaned into your mouth as you kissed over and over, both of you trying to be more forceful than the other. You brought both your hands to his throat, digging your fingers into his skin as you continued to kiss him. You wanted him to feel exactly what he did to you. That feeling of power fed the fire of your desire even more.
He grabbed your sides and pushed you on your back onto the seat, hovering over you. The force of falling down caused you to yelp and remove your hands from him. In-ho took the opportunity and grabbed both of your arms, pinning them above your head.
You wanted to feel frustrated, but he started to kiss and bite your neck, and you couldn’t help yourself from moaning. Fuck. You felt embarrassed but just couldn’t be bothered to care too much. You struggled under his hold, and he chuckled into your neck.
“Who knew you’d be so desperate for me?”
You blushed, flustered knowing he was relishing in having this power over you. He let your hands go to unzip your coat, immediately grasping one of your breasts, returning his mouth to your neck. You moaned before pushing him off of you, onto the floor next to you. You turned over and straddled him again, smirking.
“Don’t act like you weren’t the one to kiss me first.”
You shrugged off your coat before unzipping his. In-ho leaned forward to take it off and pull you in for another rough kiss. You grinded down on him again, feeling his erection under his pants, moaning into his mouth. You pulled his shirt off and his hands went to your sides to pull yours off. 
At this point, you didn’t care how you got it, you just needed him. You needed to take everything from him just like he wanted with you. You could feel yourself getting wetter as you continued grinding on him. His hands went to your hips to push you down harder, guiding your movements. He just had to have control, didn’t he?
You grasped his jaw, pushing him away from you harshly. 
“Fuck me. Now.”
He huffed and lifted you back on the seat, unzipping his pants. You unzipped yours and pulled them off along with your underwear, taking your bra off and leaving yourself bare in front of him. Suddenly, you felt vulnerable in front of him, which annoyed you.
As he took off his pants, you watched his cock spring out, your desperation growing even more. You shoved him back onto the seat, going to straddle him before he shoved you back. 
“I don’t think so.”
He turned you around, your knees resting on the edge of the seat as he lined his hips with yours behind you. He held your neck from behind, hovering over you and shoving your face onto the top of the seat cushions. He lined his cock with your entrance, immediately feeling how wet you were. You groaned, wiggling your hips, desperate for any sort of control you could get.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, did I do this to you?”
You groaned out of frustration, knowing he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. 
“Just hurry up.”
He leaned forward, slowly pushing his cock into you. You let out a long moan together as he completely filled you, staying still for a brief moment before he started pounding into you relentlessly.
The sudden pleasure made your mind go blank. All you could focus on was the feeling of him fucking you and how fucking good it felt. You moaned nonstop now, not even caring what you sounded like. You didn’t care if it meant he thought he had complete control over you now. All that mattered was you were getting what you wanted and he was giving it to you.
You could tell In-ho was losing himself as well, groaning and grunting as he thrust into you roughly. He grabbed your ass with one hand and smacked it, causing you to yelp. The sudden sting just added to your pleasure. You clenched around his cock and he leaned forward, groaning into your neck.
The more he fucked you, the more you could feel all of your defenses coming down. You couldn’t even remember why you were so upset with him before. All of the anger you’d felt had completely dissipated into desire. As you thought about it more, you realized… maybe you never hated him to begin with.
Yes, he was annoying, and stubborn, and irritating, but he was also the one person who could understand you the best. The one person you knew who had been through the same thing as you. You fought every day, but at least that meant you cared. It meant you longed for something better. If you didn’t care at all, he wouldn’t get under your skin so easily.
You did care. A lot. And you longed for so much more… you longed for him.
In-ho could sense the shift in your demeanor and slowed down, gently holding on to your shoulders. You turned around and looked him in the eyes, your features soft now instead of the fierce looks you’d given before. You were almost… pleading for him. He could tell you weren’t angry anymore. In an instant, you felt the most vulnerable you ever had.
His face softened, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking at that moment. He reached forward to gently cup your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek. You looked at his lips briefly, silently begging for them.
He stilled inside of you and leaned forward to kiss you gently. You moaned softly and brought a hand to his face. You knew at that moment you wanted him, just him. No ulterior motives, no fights for dominance, no revenge to be had anymore. You broke from the kiss, feeling overwhelmed at your shift in energy. He looked at you concerned, holding you as if you’d break in his hands. He was being so gentle, so caring, it made your heart swell, and you started to cry.
He immediately grabbed your shoulders and brought you close to him, sitting down in the seat and bringing you to his lap. You faced him and sank down on his cock, moaning and continuing to cry. It was all so overwhelming, the rush of emotion with the pleasure you were feeling. In-ho held your face, wiping your tears as they fell.
“What’s wrong?” He looked at you with such concern it made you cry even more. You couldn’t even get any words out, you just continued to ride him and pulled him close, resting your head near his neck.
He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on yours, confused but overwhelmed just as much as you were. The moment you laid bare before him, he felt a shift in his emotions as well. Maybe all the conflict the two of you had was meant to lead to this moment, maybe all the frustration he felt about you was really a deep longing. 
After losing his brother, he was sure he had no one left. When he saw your face drop when he told you he killed him, he’d never admit it but it broke his heart even more. Not because you were afraid of him, not because you despised him. But because he could tell you cared. It was so much easier to push you away, to get upset at you, rather than face his feelings and be vulnerable. He’d already lost so much.
He brought your face to his and kissed you deeply. You kept crying and it destroyed him inside. “I’m sorry,” his voice breaking, “I’m sorry.”
You paused, taken aback. “No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Shh, it’s okay. Stop crying, darling. It’s okay.”
That made you cry even more. Fuck, you were so far gone now. You couldn’t imagine how you spent all this time together without realizing how much you actually cared for him.
He rested your forehead on his. “Just focus on me. You’re okay. You’re doing so well.”
Your heart fluttered wildly at his words, and you couldn’t believe that just a while ago you were at each other’s throats. His hands rested on your hips as you rode him, your emotions starting to calm down. You felt pleasure rise again in your core.
In-ho kissed your neck. “Yes, that’s it. Just like that. So fucking good.”
You whined against him, his praises encouraging you further. You started riding him faster and he groaned beneath you. He shifted his hips and began to thrust upwards into you.
You moaned and met his thrusts, the force of his pounding setting your body on fire. You kissed him roughly.
“You feel so good inside me.”
He kissed you again, encouraged by your words as well, thrusting into you harder. You wanted to show him how good you felt. You wanted to express your desire for him physically just like you had done so to express your anger and frustration earlier. 
You felt tension starting to form in your core, begging for release. “You’re gonna make me cum fucking me like this,” you whispered into his ear.
You clenched on his cock and he groaned loudly beneath you. He grabbed your hair and pulled you in for a kiss roughly before turning you over on your back, your hips on the edge of the seat. He thrust into you again and looked at your body up and down.
“You’re gonna make me cum looking like this.”
You mewled beneath him and pulled him close, wanting as much of him as you could get. He kissed your neck where he had left marks before. The new angle of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure over your body, and you knew you were close.
“In-ho.” You pulled his face in front of yours. “I need you.”
His eyebrows furrowed and he moaned, almost whimpering. It almost looked like he was about to cry, and your heart broke for him… is this how he felt for you when you cried? 
You held his face gently. “I need you. I need you so fucking much. I’ve always needed you.”
He cried out, and you could tell he was close too. He rested his head on your shoulder, his thrusts becoming sloppy.
“No. I need you.”
The intensity of his words almost sent you over the edge. You held him close, grabbing his shoulders desperately. 
“In-ho, please… please cum inside me.”
You couldn’t hold back anymore, and came intensely as he fucked you. You cried out, holding on to him as you let the pleasure fully take over, your body shuddering beneath him. In-ho groaned loudly and came, releasing loads of his cum inside of you. The feeling of being filled by him just added to your pleasure. He slowly thrust into you, both of you riding out your high as long as possible.
He pulled out of you and he looked down, noticing his cum leak out of you. You whined at the empty feeling. As you calmed down, you worried what this might mean for you. What if In-ho was just caught up in the moment? Did he really want you like this?
He sat down next to you, catching his breath. For a moment, you felt awkward. You were just sitting there, naked and silent. Before you could think further, he pulled you close to him again, sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and guided your head to his shoulders.
After a few moments, he whispered, “Are you okay?”
You sighed, relieved, and nodded into his neck. The fact he was considering you in this moment reassured you he still wanted you.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“Stop saying that. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
You sighed, pouting.
He softly chuckled. “Who knew you could be so nice?”
You scoffed playfully. “I could say the same for you.”
You looked up and noticed him smiling, realizing you’d never seen him smile before. Your heart swelled at the sight. How could the two of you have gone this long without realizing how much you actually cared for each other? 
What about all the horrible things you did to each other?
As if he was reading your mind, he held you tighter, and whispered, “I’m sorry for everything.”
You sighed. “Me too.”
“Do you need anything?” he asked, as he gently rubbed your hair. He loved taking in all the little things about you, all the things he missed out on all this time.
“No. Just you.”
“Good. You have me.”
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Octopus up
Somethings bugging Marina.
Ao3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/53580643
Oneshot. Inspired by ‘The Mouse’ by AquaMarina (LittlePandemonium ). Full story under the cut.
Tap tap tap.
"Hmm? Oh, hey Marina.” Troy said.  Stingray’s tailless mermaid was hovering in the doorway to the standby lounge. “How’d the meeting go?" 
 Crab. UP. Surface immediately.
"…pardon?"
Crab, Marina 'said' again. Then, something Troy wasn’t sure quite what sign she was making.  Surface immediately. UP. Look.
The unknown sign again.
UP. Crab. up. Crab up. Not crab crab.
The unknown sign again.
 Up.
Captain or not, Troy was still confused. They'd taught Marina some of the WASP international diving symbols, to try and better understand her. It hadn't worked on land so far. Or so Troy had thought.
 UP UP UP, Marina signed, more urgently. Look.
He looked up. But he couldn’t see anything.
"What goes on, Marina?" Troy said. Then turned to the lieutenants for an answer. By now Atlanta, also on break, had also looked up from her magazine. And with a nudge, Phone's lifted his cap from over his eyes where he'd been dozing. Marina repeated what she’d said. But the NCOs both were as baffled as Troy.
“I thought Marina was supposed to be in a meeting with the commander? And the barrier reef preservation guy?” Phones said.
"I guess it’s finished early. But what did she say?" Troy asked. "That was 'crab', right? Any idea what she means?"
Atlanta and Phone exchanged just as confused looks.
“Crab. And squid?” Atlanta suggested. “I think it was squid.”
Marina hesitated. Made a so-so gesture. Then repeated, Squid. Squid UP. Crab. up. Crab up. Squid. UP. Look. Surface.
"Yeah, that’s squid, just the wrong hand. Squid, up?" Phones agreed. Marina nodded.
Atlanta asked, "Marina honey, what do you mean?"
Marina frowned. Thought about it. Then tried again, chucking in some charades and mines in.
"Looks like crab. Up?" Phones said. "You don’t mean Up like ‘foods up’? Crabsticks?”
Marina shook her head.
“Why would it be that?” Troy laughed.
“I thought Marina might have just seen what’s on the diner menu for today is all.” Phones defended. “You got any idea's skipper?"
Troy had to admit he didn’t.
UP. Look. Marina pointed again. When they looked there still wasn’t anything there. The guessing game continued.
“Err. Okay there’s an old movie called Up. Is that what you’re talking about? No, no not that.”
"Up. On the roof?”
"Or the sky? Something up in the sky?"
“Maybe it’s a cloud? Or a weird helicopter?”
Marina shook her head. Paused. This time when she said Up again, she raised her other hand. She looked at them. Looked at her hand. And put her hand flat above her head.
“Roof?”
“You said that ready. Upstairs?”
"Ceiling? Ceiling!”
“There’s a squid crab, on the ceiling?” Troy guessed.
Marina nodded relieved. Then frowned when Troy continued, "Marina, we don’t get squids on the ceiling. Or Crabs."
"We don’t. But they might." Phones quipped. "We don’t know what underwater pest control have to deal with!"
 Atlanta swatted at him with her magazine on the foot for that. (He shouldn’t have been propped up on the coffee table anyway.)
“Ow!”
Ceiling. Squid. Up. Marina insisted. Look!
“We’re not under the sea. There’s nothing there Marina. And we don’t need to worry about getting crabs. On the ceiling I mean.” Troy dismissed. Followed by a, "Hey!"
Marina had given up pointing and miming. And started pulling at Troy by the elbow, beckoning. They knew from experience she would give up that routine until followed.
"Okay, Okay I'm coming." Troy sighed, putting down his own magazine and grabbing his cap. Marina let go to allow him to get up then seized him again by his sleeve cuff.  "This better be something urgent though, Marina.”
The other two followed curiosity.
"So much for some quiet down time before the next patrols!" Phones chucked.
"Well, it has to be something.” Atlanta puzzled. “It’s not like Marina to make up stories, is it?"
“No, you’re right there, Atlanta.” Troy agreed.
“I believe her.” Phones nodded. “If Marina saw a squid or a crab, well then I guess we've a squid or crab in the building."
Up. Marina nodded. Squid Crab.
"Okay, I guess it may be worth investigating.” Troy said to the lieutenants. And to Marina still pulling him along at the wrist. “But I still don’t get what you mean by that. Slow down, you’re going to trip.”
“Or rip your shirt.” Atlanta sniffed.
But Marina hurried on. They were getting quite a few curious glances passing a few more offices and the other standby lounges.
“Anyone else feel kinda silly?” Troy grumbled as she took them down the stairs and through another corridor followed by more funny looks.
“I think we look like we’re going on a bear hunt.” Phones agreed. “Or a scooby doo bit.”
“At least it’s not a spooky ghost hunt then.” Atlanta replied.
“Maybe someone’s got a toy mascot on their desk or door. Is that it?” Troy guessed aloud. Marina shook her head.
“A poster?”  “One of the info videos?”  “Why would she be this worked up about those?”
“Where in the heck are you three trapsing off too?” someone else asked.
The gang paused. The guff tuff Commander Sam Shore had come out of a conference room they’d just passed. And was scowling up at them.
“To find a squid crab apparently, Sir.” Troy told him nonchalantly.
“Yeah. On the ceiling!” Phones added.
“What?” Sam said. 
Then leaning back in his chair, the Commander saw Marina was with them.
"Oh that! Marina, I told you not to worry about it.” the Commander dismissed. “Let housekeeping or a cleaner deal with it.”
Marina huffed. And even went so far as to scuff a webbed foot against the carpet, like someone might stomp their feet.
Not. No worries. Still there. Squid. Up. Look.
Troy Phones and Atlanta looked from one to another, and between Marina and the Commander, even more baffled.
“Why? Father, what is it?” Atlanta asked.
The commander only chuckled and turned back to his report.
“Go see what she’s found.” He said and waved them off. They didn’t get a chance to ask any further questions. Fisher came along to give the commander an urgent message. They went one way off together and Marina led them off the other other way, down another corridor.
“Alright so Marina was down here earlier in that conference room?” Troy said.
“I guess she and father would have come this way earlier rather than the stairs.” Atlanta agreed.
“Hence the roundabout route.”
“And then she saw a ‘crab’ or something.” Phones said. “And the commander saw it too?” Troy nodded, turning back to him.
“But the commander didn’t think much of it diDOFTH-!”
Marina suddenly skidded to a halt. She’d stopped in the hallway, between an auto-serve, the elevators, a row of plastic chairs and a water cooler. Very suddenly stopped. Causing the other three to also stop suddenly and sent them almost Bumping into one another.
“Ow. Again!”
“Sink me, you’ve both got sharp elbows!”
“A little warning would have been nice!”
Marina ignored them. She looked about and repeated her "Crab Squid" Routine. Then pressed the button to call the elevator to take them up, despite Phones pointing out they’d just come down the stairs. Troy folded his arms unimpressed now. And aware they might be blocking up the corridor.
“Marina what is this about? There’s nothing here!”
No Up! Look! Marina demanded. And this time pointed.
Troy rolled his eyes and glanced up at the ceiling.“Okay okaYAGH No no! Jumping Catfish nope!" Troy swore and leapt back aghast. Atlanta and Phones looked at him, very taken aback. And looked to where Marina was pointing. Then both Phones and Atlanta tried very hard not to laugh.
Squid. Up. Ceiling. look. Yes?
“Yes Marina. That’s, that’s up alright.” Atlanta tittered.
“Okay but That’s not a squid!” Troy scowled at her.
"No, It’s a spider Troy. Abie a big one." Phones said, helpfully.
"I know that! And Big? Look at the size of it Phones, its huge!”
"Nah, it's only a big as a house spider. I've seen bigger."
"Spoken like a true hick." Atlanta teased.
Crab? Not. Squid.
“No, not a squid.” Troy said. “Spider. SPI-DER.”
Marina looked at him blankly.
“Right. Of course, spelling it out to you is no good.” Troy face-palmed his own daft idea. “No wonder Marina was making no sense back there, huh?”
“Well now we’ve seen what she meant; I can sort of get where Marina was coming from?” Atlanta put in, miming with her fingers. “I mean spiders scuttle like crabs do. Just forward.”
“Ain’t they related anyway?” Phones asked.
“Probably.” Atlanta agreed. “Evolution wise it always comes back to crabs.”
Land Squid. Land crab.
“Yes, something like that Marina.”
 Up. ceiling look.
“We are looking.” Troy complained. “Marina, why'd you bring us out to see a darn spider?!”
Marina frowned, worried. Okay, Troy felt a bit bad for that.
“It didn’t bite you, did it?” he checked. Marina shook her head. “Well, I'm glad you’re okay then. But what gives?”
No. Squid. Not squid. Land. crab. Marina signed again. And pointed at her own feet and then held up her fingers.
“Eight feet?” Troy exchanged a look with Phones. “Or are you trying to say Eight legs?”
Land squid. Marina nodded, holding up eight fingers again. Eight legs. Squid Crab Up.
Atlanta frowned “but Marina honey you know squid have ten tentacles. and Crabs only have six legs-? OH! Wait.”
"I think we've had our signs mixed up.” Phones said catching on. “Earlier when we weren’t sure about the sign, did you mean ‘octopus’, Marina? Not squid?"
Marina nodded. Then signed Squid again but shaking her head.
Not Squid.
“Oh.”
“Eight legs, spider, octopus.”
“That makes more sense.” Phones said. The others agreed.
“They're the same sign but Octopus is like this,” Troy explained. “Use both hands. Grab your wrist with the other hand.”
Marina did as he demonstrated and nodded.
Octopus up ceiling look. she said, correcting herself. Not squid up.
“Octopus up.” Atlanta echoed.
Phones grinned. "Guess it’s a land- octopus then with its eight legs!"
“Four more than anything needs.” Troy complained.
“Aquanaut of the year and he’s scared of a little spider?" Phones mocked.
"It’s not little! And I’m not scared!” Troy insisted. Folding his arms he muttered. “They just give me the creeps, that’s all."
“Creeps!? you have a fake taxidermy angel fish mounted in our hallway as lamp!” Phones complained. “Creeps. That thing terrifies most people. and you’re nervous of this here itsy wincey octopus!”
“And After all the teasing you gave me for being scared of mice too!" Atlanta giggled. "Have you really not seen a spider before, Marina? You’ve been here a while now."
Marina nodded then shook her head. And after another round of charades:
"Not like that?" Phones guessed.  "Ah, not upside down or on ceilings. Just outside. And you’ve only seen little ones. Not Big."
"See?" Troy said. "Marina agrees it's huge!"
"I said she said big!” Phones translated at Marina's frown. “Besides, big furry ones like tarantulas are harmless.”
“Those are even worse!” Troy snapped. “And that-!” he pointed at the spider. “That's not furry. Look, Phones just get rid of it, would you?”
“Why me?” Phones complained. “It’s not doing any harm.”
“It could be poisonous!” Troy reasoned. Both lieutenants raised their eyebrows at him. “What? It could be. We’re not far from the California desert?”
Maria looked worried at that. Jellyfish. She signed.
“Ah no not jellyfish.” Phones said. “Troy, you’ll scare her!”
“Me?” Troy asked. “What did I do?”
“Well Marina’s walking around in bare feet and you just said it was poisonous.” Atlanta frowned.
“I said it Could be. It’s fine Marina. You’re down here and it’s up there. Just stay away.”
“We'll just leave it alone then?” Phones suggested.
“What and let someone else be possibly bitten?”
“Ah.”
Atlanta rolled her eyes and looked back up to the spider. “It could be, I suppose although it is rare. Is it brown or black? I can’t quite see it in this light.”
“I’m not sure.” Troy frowned up at it, then gave his best friend a nudge, “go on Phones.”
“Me? You’re the action hero!”
“I ain’t touching it!”
“Wimps.” Atlanta declared. She turned and pulled the chair over to underneath the spider. Then using the boys to balance Atlanta climbed up on the chair. The ceiling was in near touching distance if she put her arms up.
“Hand me a cup out that would you." She said. Marina did so, grabbing one from the water cooler, “We’ll just put it outside- Oh. Huh.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” Atlanta frowned. But her voice wobbled just the teeeeensiest bit. She looked from the cup to the spider and back again. “It’s … actually quite big now I'm up here. Bigger then a house spider.”
“See, what did I say!?”
“Let the lady get the bug in peace, skipper.”
“It’s an arachnid. Look I’ll get it. but then one of you two can deal with it.” Atlanta said and then turned back to them. “Oh, shoot actually, has someone got a piece of paper?”
There was a flurry of checking pockets. and both fellas pulled out their id cards.
“Here you go honey,” Troy said.  “Marina what is it?”
Marina shook her head. And was pointing up again. The others, Atlanta included, followed.
“Oh. Huh.” Phones echoed.
“Hey!”
“Where’d it go?”
In the split second where not one person had eyes on the spider, it had gone.
“Did anyone see Where it went?” Atlanta asked slowly. Troy shook his head.
“Atlanta? Get down real slowly.”
“It’s not on me, is it?!” Atlanta squawked. And twisted around so fast the chair wobbled. All three of the Stingray crew grabbed it steady.
“I thought you didn’t mind bugs?” Phones frowned.
“Yes, but not on me!”
Troy thankfully helped Atlanta down off the chair before either of them started to panic.
“Marina did you see where it went?” Phones tried. “Like on the floor? Or inside the auto serve?”
“If it did, I’m never getting coffee out of one of those things ever again!” Troy huffed.
Marina shook her head and shrugged at Phones.
But she pointed to the elevator doors.
Octopus Up.
“Yeah. Let’s go back upstairs.” Troy agreed. “I’ve had enough.”
“But the spider-?” Phones started.
“The commander's right. Let housekeeping or a cleaner deal with it.” Troy said. He had called the elevator and was holding the doors for his friends. Atlanta went in and pressed the floor number.  Marina hesitated then crossed the doorway. Followed by the guys.
Octopus Up.
“Yes, I get it.” Troy said. “What a day.”
“What a break time.” Atlanta complained, checking her watch and pressed the top floor button as well. “I better head straight to control. At least you three are still on standby.”
Octopus Up.
“Yeah, I know Marina.” Troy said exasperated as he followed. and the door closed. The system hummed and started to move. “We get the picture-!”
 Then Troy froze.
“Skipper?”
“Troy?”
The sound Troy made in response was unpleasant and slightly strangled. Troy had also gone very white. And quickly backed away from the middle of the elevator till he was right against the wall. Reaching past Atlanta, he then started Hammering the open-door button.
“Troy are you alright?”
“What goes?”
Octopus Up. Marina said again calmly.
Again, Phones and Atlanta looked where Marina pointed. The elevator maintenance hatch was ajar slightly. And beyond that covered in a crisscross of webs. Above their head, and much much closer this time, hanging from silk netting, something crawled out of the hatch. Several something’s. Several, eight legged somethings.
“That’s a lot of octopuses.” Phones agreed a tad more urgently.
“Octopi.” Atlanta corrected; her voice slightly strained. “I guess father didn’t see those ones earlier.”
“Did you Marina? Was that what you’ve been trying to tell us?”
Marina nodded.
octopus up ceiling up. Not. No worries. Still here. She said. Then jumped a good foot in the air as an alarm went off.
Well, they all did. Troy had hit the elevators stop button and was now forcing the doors apart.
“Troy! That’s for emergencies only!” Atlanta said.
“It’s only another floor up!”  Phones scolded.
“Nope! Not a chance. Suddenly I feel like another walk!” Troy insisted. “Box of spiders, give me a Mechanical fish any day!”
Marina stood confused looking between Troy and the spiders. Some even started crawling out of the hatch and along the ceiling like the first creature had. Or hanging upside down on strings of silvery threads. One dangled from a long web, quickly creeping and a crawling closer until it had dropped to be level with eyes. Marina put her hand out towards it, curious…Only to be pulled away by her more terrain wise friends.
“No, leave it Marina! We don’t know what species they are.” Phones said. “Come on, let's go. We’ll be stuck in here all day otherwise.”
Atlanta agreed, even if it was a stupid thing to do.
Troy jumped down out of the evaluator. Because of course he did. Then practically manhandled his team out of the box as they hurried out the elevator behind him. It was very lucky that the lifts were notoriously slow. Some design flaw that seemed to counterbalance the injector tubes breakneck speed. The elevator hadn’t gone far, only five feet or so. Climbing down wasn’t a big challenge, bar the indignity of sitting on the and shuffling down feet first through the gap to safely drop down.
Phones had the decency to stop and explain to a very confused ensign what was up with the elevator. Troy however practically bolted his way back up the stairs. While Atlanta went off to inform the commander about the infestation that had appeared right above their heads, the shipmates followed Troy. Troy had made it to the safety of the standby lounge and grabbed the radio.
“Hello maintenance? Security?” he said and was making demands down the line. “I don’t know, the cleaners. Well then who do I call about a swarm of huge spiders in the tower, International Rescue!?”
“Guess we’re getting pest control after all!” Phones joked to Marina. Followed by an “ow!” Troy had hit him with a rolled-up magazine.
“Hey now, that does it. Busting elevators, wanderings, bugs and now swattin’ me!? I'm going outside for a smoke!” Phones complained. He went on to the balcony and called back over his shoulder, “At least the spiders out here are naturally occurring!”
Troy made to flip him off. Then thought better of it. He didn’t want to be responsible for their mermaid learning the rude one-fingered gesture that defiantly wasn’t one of WASP international diving symbols.
“Marina, go give Atlanta her magazine, would you please?” Troy asked, pushing his weapon into her hands. Discarded his cap on the chair. “Hello operator- no I'm already holding. I'm trying to report a problem with the entire building!”
Marina nodded and went to leave. Then hesitated. She tap tap tapped her fingers on the door frame to get Troy’s attention again. When he glanced up at her Marina waved and then signed:
Down.
“What?”
 Down, she started. Octopus down. Not up. Surface immediately. Octopus down.
“Marina.” Troy interrupted. “Not to be rude, but I do not want to go and see any more spiders! Or land crabs, squids or otherwise thanks!”
Marina winced but sympathised. He seemed real upset. So, she agreed. Troy turned back to the radio.
And Marina left, deciding Troy wouldn’t want to hear about the octopus on his cap then.
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